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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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May I request Husk with young daughter reader? Like reader is his daughter from his overlord days and reader stayed by his side by her father when he was taken under Alastor? She a little sweet, genuine darling who loves her papa.

Hehe! Awww! I love Husk and I am so excited to write for him independently! Let’s give our grumpy cat bartender lots of love~!

Husk- Precious Kitten

May I remind you all that it’s canon that Husk is great with children and is extremely patient? So, you know that Husk is the best dad in Hazbin Hotel and his daughter is very cared for

Husk regrets losing his Overlord power to Alastor but apart of his deal with Alastor is that he doesn’t touch you nor does he keep you away from Husk. So, even though this deal is complete bullshit, he has the one thing keeping him happy

You never leave his side and Husk will fight anybody to make sure you’ll be right there. He isn’t a fan of you being around his bar but he doesn’t trust anybody with you, he wants you to be at arm’s length all the time

Husk is naturally overprotective over his young daughter because of Alastor. He went from protective, because of Hell and the dangers of being a child in Hell but now, it’s bumped up to a extreme level since he is afraid Alastor may try something to torture him

Husk may hate the domestic cat instincts and habits his current form has but that doesn’t stop him from licking your fur when he feels like you need to be clean. He’ll pick you up with his mouth, put you down on his counter and lick your fur. It’s quite cute since it’s much like a mama cat and her kitten

You’re his human child as well, hence why he is so close to you. The daughter whose birth was responsible for the love who killed his ability to love’s death. Whilst he lost his love, he gained a new one and since you did some shady things in your childhood, always linked to your father’s hand. You dropped into Hell with him when you were both shot to death

Husk won’t ever let you be around anything adult. So, that means he is much more harsh and strict with Angel Dust, demanding he acts child friendly whilst at his bar and gets into arguments with the spider sinner over you. You’re his sunshine, his limelight, his little angel. Husk won’t let anybody taint you… anymore than you already are

Husk is a bit more desperate to get back his Overlord powers since he can barely protect you in this realm, even if he is always around so he is trying to confront Alastor to break the contract. He needs to keep his babygirl safe at all causes

Husk likes to hold you in one of his arms whilst doing his bartending work with the other. Feeling his soft kitten sleeping on his chest and laying in his arm is such a comforting feeling, makes the tension blow away… it’s the only real comfort he gets in this shit sandwich of a demon life

Husk is amazing at playing with you, trust me. He is grumpy and calloused but he is actually very childish and has a vivid imagination that enables yours. He will keep you entertained and constantly learns new magic tricks to blow your cute little mind

Yes, Husk cannot stop himself from purring anytime he holds you. It’s a reflection of his joy when around you and whilst he dislikes the cat features, he can excuse the purring to focus on you

Husk has been working much later at his bar. Cleaning up bottles with his beloved little kitten, the little girl who was right there the entire time. Right next to him when Alastor first summoned Husk to the Hotel and right there when Husk became an Overlord then lost his identity to Alastor but he didn’t lose everything. He managed to keep you, Husk managed to convince the Radio Demon to let him take care of his own daughter

Husk silently stacks up the sparkling alcohol glasses, being quiet as possible. The only hearable noises are his paws shuffling on the ground, two sets of gentle breathing and light clinks of gorgeous clean glasses. Husk is staying quiet so his babygirl, Leitora, can sleep peacefully

As usual, you’ve been with him since the beginning of his shift and you’re here with him to the end of it

You’re much younger than most Sinners here. The oldest is twenty… you’re eight. Having died so young and only at Hell because you mimicked your gambling and drinking addict father(you didn’t drink— fuck, you didn’t drink!). But Husk is so glad you’re here, he’d be suffering and entirely miserable if you were up in Heaven

He isn’t happy that you’re in the worst realm after you’re short life being taken away from you but he is also glad that you’re okay and that you’re thriving

Eventually finishing up his wiping down the front bar counter with a slightly damp colourful cloth after a few more minutes of silent and steady working and the dark emptiness of the Hotel Lobby looming over his head, Husk readjusts the way he holds you to his fluffy chest so you’re more comfortable. Ignoring how numb his forearm and hand feels, he just loves hugging you to him

It fills the void called his heart. He doesn’t have much luck with romance nor gambling but he has the best prize any man like him could ever want

You’re sweet, you’re genuine, you’re attached to Husk, you’re friendly. You resemble Charlie Morningstar well and you even have matching cat features to Husk’s. It ties the father-daughter dynamic you two share even more, making it stronger and making your bond stronger. Husk’s sharp golden yellow eyes switch inbetween hanging up the damp rag to air dry to your head laid on his shoulder, your small little face sleeping peacefully, your soft pretty eyes fluttered close

In a single blink, Husk is brought back into a livid memory. The moment resembles one he had when he was rocking a four year old you asleep on his chest, back when both of you were humans and he can’t help but feel his undead heart swell with pride and a overwhelming sense of joy at that memory

His life was quite shit but he had the single card of positivity in the deck of darkness, and that card is the little girl his longtime wife gave him

As soon as he finished with this shift, the menacing darkness of the big room begins to linger even more but it doesn’t intimidate Husk in any fashion. He opens the employee-only entrance gate from the back-around column built into the back of the bar so he can get out. Taking his daughter with him, his glowing yellow eyes making a resemblance of light for him to use to lead himself through the Hotel’s massive hallways

Husk eventually, after a single elevator ride and a bit of rocking you in his arms so you don’t get jolted awake every time he steps in a relaxed walking pace, softly pushes open the door of the hotel room he shares with you and whilst he is quite tired, he prioritises your comfort and ability to sleep over his. Walking up to the cute child bed right besides his own casual big one, the colourful bed Charlie had made for you

Husk places you into the bed, drawing back the cute vibrant blankets then tucking back in the blankets so you’re cuddled up and warm, the mere second he plops you onto the mattress and the pillow holding up your head. The soft purring coming out inbetween every breath sends waves of serotonin over the Hazbin Hotel bartender, enabling his own purring

Tucking his child in is a familiar act Husk is quite accustom to; putting you to bed, getting you food, making you smile and laugh at his magic tricks, making sure nobody will try feed you alcohol

Husk can’t help but admire his little kitten sleep for a bit more, maybe a few seconds at most. Yeah, you’ve been with him all day, every day but he can never get tired of your presence. You’re his precious gemstone and his love for you far surpasses everything. Running a hand through your soft shorter fur, he eventually pulls away to let you rest on your own, you’ve been asleep for maybe two to three hours now and he wants you to get the needed amount undisturbed

Husk undoes his uniform, messy and too tired to even bother being tidy and sophisticated with his belongings, due to how shit this day has been, and flops onto his bed to immediately pass out. But he doesn’t do any of that before whispering out one more thing, certain that you won’t hear him and kissing your little forehead

He isn’t aware that you heard him, slightly waking up at the feel of his lips on your skin

“Goodnight, Kitten…”

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himbos-hotline · 3 months

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hi!! hihi I just wanted to say i commented on your fic yesterday too but you’ve fully rotted my brain with kenny as a did system (from one system to another, it’s hard to find good plural hcs for characters :/) so if you wanted to share any hcs or anything here that’d be so cool!!! :3

OKay okay so like!! I am also filled with brainrot

And when I tell yolu that I am totally right about kenny omega having DiD I mean I am competely right! For those that don't know what DiD is it stands for dissoctive identity disorder [formally known as MPD or mutiple personality disorder] affects about 1.5% of the population and its an trauma disorder formed during the early childhood stage [between 2-7 years old.] It is regularly caused by any cause of severe trauma [sexual/emotional/physical ect] combinded with the obvious stress that going through that stuff causes. Extreme childhood trauma causes the brain to fracture before the child can gain and/or form a connected sense of self being, this disconnect continues and every part of distinct "personality" becomes more and more disconnected and dissociated and slowly start to form their own existence and behaviour, thus becoming "parts" or "alters" or "headmates" that exist to protect the child as they grow and go through trauma rather than the child going through said trauma alone.

MPD was renamed DID in 1994 since it is a dissociative disorder [as well as a posttraumatic stress disorder] instead of a personality disorder. DID is often catagorised/explained as

(image description: A screenshot from a website that reads:"it is a disorder characterized by the presence of two or more identities or personality states that recurrently take control of the individual's behavior accompanied by an inability to remember important personal information … it is a disorder characterized by identity fragmentation rather than a proliferation of separate personalities")

Alters can take different forms, introjects [alters based on media- yes this can also mean real people], non human alters [things like animals, based on objects, demons and angels - this is common in DID systems since a lot of us that I have interacted with have religious trauma /told we were possessed]. anything really. Alters normally form for a job [for example, Hangman in our system is a caretaker, meaning they exist to take care of the body/headspace. Kenny in our system is a companion, which means he exists to be a friend] Switching [mostly involentary changing from alter to alter] can cause amnesia and theres three types of dissocitive anmenia:

Localized: meaning you cannot remember specific events, times, places

Selective: you can't details/events of a specific timeframe

Generalized: This is the least common type. You can’t remember anything about your identity and life history.

So how is it diagnosed and how does it relate to one Kenneth Omega? well looking at the DSM-5:

Two or more distinct identities or personality states are present, each with its own relatively enduring pattern of perceiving, relating to, and thinking about the environment and self.

This is probably the most strongest bit of evidence with Kenny having DID. Theres him; Kenny omega. the bright blue eyed, blond haired, dorky smile kenny who sings tina turner and drinks from bottles weirdly and wears onesies. The kenny we see during the early BTE, the days in DDT, vaguely around the same time with his early tagteam with Hangman. You know Kenny omega! we LOVE kenny omega!

And then we have the cleaner. That dark, evil hurtful one who doesnt care about anyone or anything just winning. that heartless, cold man who wears Kennys skin like a cloak. The first real time we see the cleaner [at least, in my opinion. and since this is my headcanon, my opinion is law /lh j] is just after Kota moves up to the heavyweight devision, leaving Kenny alone. He instantly turns into that coldhearted, empty soulless almsot killing machine whose so addicted to winning because thats the only thing that shows that he exists. With his black dyed curls and dark sunglasses and wild eyes. Theres, no Kenny omega left. Only the cleaner. Goofey in a way thats soulless, kind in a way thats manipultive.

If you need any proof that Kenny fucking LOOSES it before him and Kota reuinite. Just look at his eyes after he betrays AJ styles to become the leader of bullet club because theyre totally normal [lying through my teeth]

Also just this moment right after the formation of the elite, Kenny being the first one to drop the two sweet, almost like somethings just switch off in his body, the half open eyes. The twisted smile that looks almost like hes in pain? yeah...

Amnesia must occur, defined as gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events.

There isnt much like,. spoken about evidence about this at least what I can recall off the top of my head. Theres a few little bits where Kenny doesn't seem to recognise or remember bits about himself, his friends. The moment that I can remember off the top of my head, that makes me feel a little insane. If when Kenny and Hangman get their first wrestling figures. Kenny asks if Hangers figure has his "baby blues" to which Hanger replies "my eyes are green." Sure it could just be a little slip of his tongue, Kenny wrapped up too much in the excitement of having hi8s own little figure. But him and Hangman have known each other for *years* at this point. Wouldnt kenny remember something as trivial as hangmans eye colour? especially when hes right in front of him.

The person must be distressed by the disorder or have trouble functioning in one or more major life areas because of the disorder.

*agressively gestures at kenny omega* you think tha man functions?!

okay thats a little mean, and painfully honest. But I could go more deeper into this and I might because I do in fact, have problems when it comes to thinking about Kenny Omega. But theres two places where Kenny fails at existing and functioning. And thats his own health and relationships. We all know about his fucked up relationship with Kota Ibushi, its documented in enough essays and video essays and enough fanfic to not only sink a battleship but to also keep me awake at night. But the one I really wanna focus on because [suprise suprise, the hangkenny shipper wants to focus on hangkenny] i think its the biggest showing of his inability of function with relationships is his one with Hangman page:

Its..rocky to say the best, lowkey controlling at worse. and neither of them are really to blame. Kenny is struggling with the constant fighting between Hangman and the Bucks. Especially in this video [big thanks to @jacedoe Mars ily so much!!] Where the bucks are fighting over him with hangman and Kenny is litearlly being pulled from pillar to post. Not sure who to go to, much like a child dragged from parent to parent in a divorce. And you see him go from, midly tired and aching to upset and unable to control his emotions but at the same time so emotionally shut down that he just walks away after hugging the bucks.

Kennys relationships, romantic or otherwise shift and change so quickly that its almost like, he doesnt want to be loved, doesnt get it and thats exactly what it is, I personally think Kenny doesnt understand what love IS. He doesnt know what its really meant to feel like, like deep down hes never sure what it is. Hes never had it as a child.

AKA growing up with Don Callis, he mentions in his promo during all in that Don made him only focus on hockey, never having a birthday party/never being allowed to keep friends. that sounds like phycological/mental abuse to me. It sounds like mental abuse because it is. One of the most common malipulation practices for mental abuse is seperating people from anyone who can help them or see that its wrong. Now look at just how many times the Bucks have tried to show Kenny that Don is a peice of shit or that Jericho is only using kenny for his own uses before Kenny can be thrown away.

Callis also constantly putting Kenny down is also a sign of mental abuse. The half jokes when he smiles and pats Kenny on the shoulders afterwards why he just sits there...tell me thats not abuse.

The biggest, showing of the fact that Kenny went through abuse because of Don is the "vitimans." an uncessary and more then likely uncomfortable and invasive procedure on a child while Kenny hopes that itll bring him a little scrap of love? Its all a part of dons plan to keep kenny in the public eye but ulimately his.

what im saying is Kenny omega growing up with don callis, suffered horiffic mental and physical abuse [weve seen him hit Takeshita, so kenny would be no different] and thats impacted his ability to form and make relationships.

The disturbance is not part of normal cultural or religious practices.

I have nothing for this point, not knowing Kenny yknow. personally.

The symptoms cannot be due to the direct physiological effects of a substance (such as blackouts or chaotic behavior during alcohol intoxication) or a general medical condition (such as complex partial seizures).

Kenny doesnt drink or suffer from any blackouts as far as we know nothing worse than vertigo. again this is only that we know so like, I could be wrong

also just, this tweet from Kota, because who knows kenneth better than his golden lover?

[disclaimer: this is only distinctly talking about kayfabe. This headcanon isnt law and its all for fun, please dont send me hate asks.]

#kenny omega #plural system #dissociative identity disorder #mouse writes #wheres the essay op

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draftdodgeraziraphale · 8 months

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Hi!! I was really interested in your point of view regarding the pre fall scene, I haven't seen anyone talk about it in that way before. Why / how does it change their relationship?

To me, what makes the whole of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship so meaningful is that these are two old, supernatural beings whose entire (love) story takes place on Earth. They met, they made their homes, they fell in love, all of this on Earth. And that's just the foundation of their relationship and story to me.

For Aziraphale, this means that Crowley-the-demon is the ONLY version of Crowley that he's known. In Eden, he lifts up his wing over Crowley to shield him from the rain and this scene is so impactful because it's an angel reaching out and protecting this demon he just met, someone who should be his enemy, right after the Fall of Man. It comes from Aziraphale's kindness alone. Season 2's pre-Fall scene cheapens this by having Crowley protect Aziraphale first, which just makes it seem like in Eden Aziraphale is just repaying the favor.

In season one, when Aziraphale says "you were an angel once," it is meant as this nebulous thing. All demons were once angels, he means. All demons have the capacity to be good. Aziraphale is in denial that Heaven is anything but Good, but he at least is aware that Heaven doesn't hold the monopoly on it. After season 2's pre-Fall scene, this changes the context to "I remember what you were like in Heaven, and you could be that again." And this is enforced when Aziraphale, in season two, says "I know the angel that you were." Which leaves such a fucking bad taste in my mouth.

Aziraphale does not believe that Crowley is good because he was an angel once. He knows Crowley is good because ever since he met this demon on the walls of Eden, Crowley has expressed sympathy with the plight of humanity and has done what he can to help, even when it puts him in direct danger from Hell.

Before season 2 came out, when we just had the book and season one to go off, the Eden scene was Aziraphale and Crowley's first meeting. Period. We could play around in the sand-box of "what if they did know each other before the Fall?" and it was fun! I liked some of those fics! But I never wanted it to be canon because I always felt deeply that that just isn't what Aziraphale and Crowley's story is about.

And you could say, well, I like the pre-Fall scene because it shows that Aziraphale has known every version of Crowley, but he prefers this version, the demon with yellow snake eyes who does good and tries to hide it. And that's a fair interpretation! But I still think that it's just making the best of what we've got.

Crowley and Aziraphale treasure earth and humanity so deeply. I think that their story should start on earth, watching over the humans they love so much. That's the story I prefer.

#bucxkybarnes #replies #pre-fall scene also cheapens crowley's love for earth #because i've seen people go 'crowley loves the stars and planets so much he wants to go up there with aziraphale' and uh. uh #crowley would be miserable up there. no food. no entertainment. he loves earthly pleasures just as aziraphale does #anyway idk how to fit this in the main post so you have a bonus tag essay. wahoo!!!

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rubylarkspur22 · 6 months

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IDK if someone has done it before but here's a KNY AU Idea: everything is the same but Tanjiro is the younger brother and Nezuko is the older sister.

I actually know a page who has already done that AU! Or at least some art for it! If you wanna check it out, the blog is @2demon2slayer. It's a ways down, I think, but you should be able to find it in the asks or art tag(or right here!). I would highly recommend their blog, they do some cool AUs! But I'm also up to doing my version! :)

So! Nezuko as the big sister. She'd probably still spend most of her time at home, helping her mother. However, she'd probably fuss a lot more over Tanjirou since he's her little brother here. And she'd probably help deliver charcoal every once in a while. But she's still at home when Muzan attacks.

Now, we go to the aftermath of the attack. Instead of trying to run away from Giyuu when he shows up, Nezuko immediately jumps to the defensive. Because someone attacked her little brother, and she has to protect him where she couldn't protect the others. At first, Giyuu considers it a ploy to guard her food and attacks. At some point, he nicks Tanjirou without meaning to, and Nezuko does not take well to seeing her last surviving sibling bleeding. So she attacks Giyuu, only to disarm, then puts herself between him and Tanjirou. Giyuu is stunned when Nezuko doesn't so much as glance at the tiny drop of blood where he nicked Tanjirou, something any other demon would be lunging to devour before a person could blink. And thus, he chooses to spare her.

After Giyuu vanishes, things would be different on a psychological level for our heroes. Tanjirou, the second eldest here, is suddenly thrown into a protector role for the one sibling who always protected him. After burying their family, Tanjirou notices Nezuko crying. The two comfort each her before leaving their home behind.

After that, Nezuko is a lot more protective towards Tanjirou and his friends and aggressive towards threats compared to canon. To the point she'll carry Tanjirou when he's injured and try to switch out with him in fights. Tanjirou, on the other hand, while still feeling bad about his sister having to fight his battles at times, is more than used to her doing so as a human. He knows Nezuko's a protective big sister, and his biggest fear about her safety is the sun.

Nezuko's protective nature as a big sister could possibly lead to her conquering the sun as early as the Tsuzumi Mansion Arc. Definitely the Hashira trial, at the latest. The second her brother cries out in pain, Nezuko's throwing Sanemi at Obanai and picking up Tanjirou, searching with the obvious intent to flee if any of the Hashira so much as twitch to unsheathe their weapons. It's Mitsuri who mediates, quickly recognizing a fellow big sister and informing her fellow Hashira that Nezuko is just protecting her little brother. This shocks everyone except Giyuu, as they thought Tanjirou was the older of the two. It's also pointed out that Nezuko didn't so much as spare a glance to Sanemi(an extremely potent Marechi) or Kagaya(the head of the Corps) in her mad dash for Tanjirou.

While Tanjirou recovers, Nezuko checks up on him constantly. And she definitely tests her BDA a little more, to see how long it would take for her to reduce a demon to ashes if she needed to. If Tanjirou's sword breaks again, she doesn't want to risk being too far from help putting her little brother in danger. If she can kill he demon herself, that's less time waiting for help and trying to keep the demon(s) away from Tanjirou.

Mugen Train goes the same, if only with a little more intent on Nezuko bleeding from the headbutt. And I can see her immediately going to square up on Enmu before Tanjirou even knocks out the assistants. "Nezuko, where'd you go?" "To f*** up the demon responsible for this!" "Nezuko, please! He's gonna put you to sleep!" "And whose Blood Demon Art woke ya up?" "... I'll protect the others..." "I think I spilled some blood in there, see if tossing the tickets in the fire does anything." "Worth a try, I guess..." *a few minutes later, Nezuko returns* "Nezuko! Did you kill it?" "Train's a demon." "What?" *Nezuko stabs herself repeatedly with one of the awls the assistants had* "Train's a demon. You're better equipped to handle this." "Why?!" "I can't burn a whole a** train to ashes!"

Then Akaza shows up. And immediately has to catch fiery hands after he tries to cave Tanjirou's skull in. Oh, he doesn't fight women? Easier for Nezuko to whoop his sorry backside from here to kingdom come! And she is ready to make him hurt. Akaza barely escapes the sun by ripping three out of four limbs off and booking it on one leg. And he still got a sword through the chest from Tanjirou. (Does Nezuko ever find out who stabbed Tanjirou? For the conductor's sake, let's hope Tanjirou hopes not...) Rengoku lives thanks to Nezuko Kamado being a feral gremlin and a protective big sister.

While they're all healing, Nezuko eventually learns about how Tanjirou woke himself up, and Inosuke tells her that Tanjirou almost killed himself in real life. After that, Nezuko refuses to let Tanjirou sleep with his sword in the room and without supervision. It leads to a conversation about his dreams, and that ends with the siblings in a tight hug and crying. Nezuko is crying quietly, and Tanjirou is sobbing with his entire chest(after a little pushing from Nezuko to let it out).

In the RLD Arc, Gyutaro also assumes Tanjirou's the older sibling. Then Nezuko wakes up like "B****?! You insult my baby brother, and then you beat him up?!" Before that, however, she gives Daki hell on Earth. Does she go as berserk as canon? Debatable, I'll leave that up to you. Hell, maybe Nezuko squares up from the second Tanjirou gets that massive gash in his shoulder. Tanjirou still ends up injured enough for a two month coma(thanks, poison...).

At some point, I can see Nezuko borderline demanding she learn how to use a sword. Blood arson only does so much, it's time for drastic measures. Arson sword. Everyone is in utter fear when Nezuko finds out how to make Exploding Blood Sword. Mostly because of the deranged cackling coming from the courtyard of the Butterfly Mansion, followed by declarations that Muzan Kibutsuji can suck it because she has a BDA and a sword. (That's how they find out Nezuko broke the Curse!) (Muzan feels a shiver down his spine)

Thus, Nezuko participates in the slicing and dicing in the Swordsmith Village. And Yoriichi Type Zero training. During which she likely makes Kotetsu fear for his life after the scolding he gets for starving and dehydrating Tanjirou to near death. Nezuko probably just casually stabs herself with all the nearby swords, much to Tanjirou's horror. And then she lights the swords on fire. Try and heal instantly from that, emotion clones!

Hashira Training is the same. Nezuko does some training with Shinjurou, Tengen, and Urokodaki in their hiding spot with Kiriya, Kuina, and Kanata. In case demons come after her(or she needs to go fight Muzan), now that Muzan knows she's not allergic to the sun. Then she gets the antidote, much to her chagrin.

She wakes up earlier than in canon, her Big Sister Senses going off all over the place(Tanjirou just got his eye sliced out...). Thus, she is off like a shot with her dad guiding her. And arrives just in time to watch Tanjirou collapse while choking on his own blood. No one notices her until Yushiro spots her while desperately trying to get Tanjirou away from the Sanzu River. After a thorough scolding, Nezuko just lights Tanjirou on fire. He's still half-blind, but he's not poisoned! (Yushiro: How'd you know that would work? Nezuko: I've burned poisons out of people before. Yushiro: ... Why am I not surprised?)

At some point in the fight, after burning poison out of several Slayers, Nezuko passes out from using up her demonic cells. Muzan tries to take the opportunity to devour her, but is foiled by everyone else. The sun rises, Tanjirou delivers the final blow at the cost of his arm, and gets turned into a demon. Is he conscious for it? Probably, he isn't poisoned and the blood loss from his arm being blasted off is very fresh. Only reason he doesn't try to get away is shock from the aforementioned blood loss and missing arm. Nezuko wakes up to Tanjirou attacking everyone, in broad daylight without a burn in sight, and promptly dives in. She impulsively shoves her arm into Tanjirou's mouth, getting bit in the process. By some miracle, his fangs miss anything that would cause fatal blood loss. Then Nezuko starts screaming for her little brother to come back, demanding Kibutsuji let him go, anything to at least keep her brother distracted until a solution appears. Thankfully, Kanao is able to help, and everything turns out okay.

While Tanjirou recovers from his short time as a demon, and Nezuko readjusts to being human, she talks to everyone. She and Sanemi bond over their shared trauma. Giyuu tells her about Tsutako, and she tells him she'd do the same for Tanjirou in a heartbeat. She chats with all the other survivors. Then she gets to Zenitsu. The two reintroduce themselves, get reacquainted, and Nezuko politely(but also firmly) requests he not call her his wife until they actually get engaged.

Later, she overhears Aoi and Kanao talking about Tanjirou. She hears Aoi mention she like Tanjirou, but won't let her feelings get in the way of Kanao finally being genuinely happy for the first time in her life. Nezuko chimes in, and their chatter drifts from boys to other mundane topics.

After they return home, Nezuko practically takes over the family charcoal business. It involves a few squabbles. ("Nezuko, I only have one arm crippled! I can handle it! You don't need to do everything!" "One crippled arm is one arm too many, young man!" "You haven't aged in three years, doesn't that mean I'm the older sibling, now?" "Don't use that excuse, mister! I still came out of the womb first, so shut up and let me handle it!") All in all, though, everything turns out okay.

#demon slayer #kny au #kamado nezuko #kamado tanjirou #manga spoilers #older sister nezuko #“nee-zuko?”#I feel like this one got away from me...#definitely check the AUs on the other blog I tagged though!#great stuff #10/10 would recommend #swap au #i mean it counts as one doesn't it?

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obeymebutnotlikethat · 26 days

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Debt is the Soul 2

Their partnership was born from forced dealings, however, MC knew one thing about Mammon from observation: he was terrible with witches. For a demon who could win multiple betting pools and rigged games it seem his luck had an end of the road signal. One MC always assumed was a mere suggestion like stop on red or look both ways when driving.

Yet, here they sat before one of his first pact makers. A witch whose best feature was the small newt she trapped under a wine glass. Her claws clanking against the side of the glass while disregarding the troubled being across from her.

Stellus, a rouge-apparently witches worked like girl groups, did not care for the floundering Mammon had presented to her. He was less protector and more whipped dog in the exchange. Still, she cared less for barkers and more for scaled beings. They worked best in her potions.

"I see," MC interrupted with a cast at Mammon, "Well, you guys have fun. I'm going to head home."

"The little sheep leaves so soon," Stellus drawled, "Did I ever say we were done?"

They blinked at the witch presenting a flicker of magic in her palm- a threat not to move. MC, although concerned, believed Mammon could handle himself and would return back to the house. With a quick glance at him they retorted,

"Why wouldn't we be done? You turned him into a lizard-"

"A newt."

"-This was between you and him. Not me."

"Ah, but I'd get more with a human involved," she pondered, "Well, you specifically. The demon wasn't the wisest with his choices or who he allows to tag along."

They watched her snatch Mammon from his cage. The sickly sweet grin growing on her face as he hissed intensified.

"Your babysitter failed you, human. Instead of protecting you, he made you part of our deal."

"What deal?"

"Useless," the witch sneered, "no wonder you two are still alive."

MC decided to busy themselves by staring out the dirtied window. They didn't think they had to listen to either of them. It didn't involve them, it should've been an over and done situation. Apparently, nothing with Mammon was an over and done situation.

"Demons are like tools. Make a pact with them they do your dirty work," she scoffed, "I got into some trouble with a bandwagon of rats because of him. Not everyone is a fan of yours especially if you steal and cheat."

Her hand tightened around the struggling newt. The other came to clasp a butter knife off to the side.

"They heard I had a little involvement with a filthy Angel reject."

"Mammon, you slept with a witch," MC couldn't help themself.

The newt widened his eyes and the knife slammed past MC's neck.

"Bite your tongue. I'd rather suck the Demon Lord off in his slumber than touch that," her lip curled, "No, he got me into the mess and now he's going to get me out of it. You too, doll face, since he wanted to drag his new Master along."

They studied the woman before them and internally sighed. Mammon most definitely got them sold off.

While they could depend on the brothers to get them out of the situation...they also couldn't. Mammon in his wise ways confiscated their D.D.D before the excursion and left a note back at the house. A note he conveniently left with Beel and Belphie as he rightfully suspected they would defend him the most. So, in essence, they were screwed.

"Ok, fine we help you settle the predicament Mammon put you in," MC offered, "He's really good at getting people into those type of things. It's who he is but how are we supposed to help you? I mean you turned him into a newt and we know nothing about this group."

"They're coming to us," Steel...Stair...MC forgot.

"Right, can you turn him back," MC sighed.

"No, I like him better silent," she cut in at MC's breath, "You would know that little sheep if you listened before."

Her eyes glittered as she tossed the newt towards them. Her lips pursed as she watched the human almost fail to catch the worthless being. This was the great and powerful summoner she heard about? Appeared more so the Demons lied to ensure less trouble. For her sake, she hoped it was the right mortal. Or else the money wouldn't be as nice.

Course, the chain flickering in and out from MC's neck did bring a smile on her face. Yes, her problem will be solved and she wouldn't have to do a thing. Just as she liked it.

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the-grim-and-sanguine · 7 months

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WIP: Foray

Writing - Character Intros - Other Stuff

Summary/Blurb: Tamril has always been a little bit alone. A shadow, sort of following whoever will protect him around, he eventually manages to find himself in the McLeod’s home, or rather, mansion. It’s a veritable center of politics, business, and drama, and his two saviors, Cyan and Carter, are right in the middle of it all. Can Tamril navigate this strange new world, step out of the shadows, and find himself amidst the chaos?

Genre: NA Science Fantasy?

Themes: Found Family, Self Discovery, Interpersonal Connection, Politics

Status: Blurbs.

Tags: #wip: foray

Content Warnings and Character Info under the cut!

Content Warnings (CW):

I would like to start off by stating I felt these were very important things to CW since these are all very real things that happened/still happen but I am not very knowledgeable about some of these topics so I apologize for my ignorance! As a bipoc person who is very white-passing and was shielded from these things by my white mother, I apologize if I handle any of these topics poorly. I am very open to any feedback so please don’t hesitate to reach out!

Racism, mentions of slavery, and something slavery-esque? This world has two main races - humans and demons. And just like our world, holds a lot of racism. Specifically towards the demons. While slavery isn’t legal in a majority of the locations in Foray, it will be mentioned. This world also deals with Charges (a person or thing entrusted to the care of someone else) and in the context of Foray - is Humans taking on Demon charges. Those who take on charges namely do it to protect demons they are close to but unfortunately, there are those who abuse the system.

Tattoos that could be seen as branding? This world is one of magic - and uses tattoos as a way to form/show bonds. The people in this world use them to show relationships - whether that be who you are related to, who you are married to, who you are close to (found family) or in the case of why this is a CW - Humans and Demons getting matching tattoos to show whose charge you are. I would like to state though that both parties are getting these tattoos and that there are laws (though people do find loopholes) around the age of consent and that both parties need to agree to getting them.

Something akin to sun-down towns? So. They are sun-down towns. In less populated areas some of the towns refuse to service/help/house demons. They aren’t mentioned often after the first few chapters - but they do exist in this world.

Less jarring CWs: fantasy violence, mention of sex/sexual themes, suicidality, alcohol, PTSD and related symptoms, etc…(more will probably be added)

The Characters (this one has so many I apologize):

Tamril Dawnstar - Our unfortunate MC who just wants a nap. A 16-year-old kid *cough* demon *cough* whose been tossed around from caretaker to caretaker cause his sister is off doing who-knows-what and he eventually fell into the care of the McLeod brothers.

Cyan McLeod - Oldest of the main group, at the ripe old age of 26. Depressed alcoholic who is a bit (very) eccentric - and also the heir to a multi-billion dollar company? Or at least the equivalent of that in this world.

Aaron Tyr - The 19-year-old half-demon under Cyan’s care. Used to be a prostitute until he tried to seduce Cyan and Cyan was just like “You are wayyyy too young - but I can offer you something more stable?”.

Carter Klassen/McLeod - 20-year-old adoptive sibling to Cyan. Comes across as rude but it’s cause he’s an awkward fuck who has zero social skills (Has he been with the McLeod’s since he was 7? Yes. Has he learned anything? No)

Cecelia “Cici” - Previous caretaker to Tamril, but currently lives in this world’s equivalent of a sun-down town (she doesn’t like it, but she’s a traveling apothecary and this town needed help). Pops in often to check up on Tamril (no one knows how seeing as she lives days away - maybe it has to do with the fact she’s demon-touched?). 24 years old. Has vitiligo.

Iva - Cici’s lifelong partner! She tends to be the type to overwork herself helping whatever town she and Cici live in. Doesn’t talk much, mostly because she’s just very tired. 25 years old.

Vidalia “Prince” DeStone - Royalty–a demon-touched enby who is paralyzed from the waist down. They work to advocate for demons and those touched by them, and don’t take anyone’s shit. Especially not Cyan’s. 23 years old.

Vu - Prince’s personal guard and lifelong partner. She is from a demonic race similar to orcs, making her larger in stature and very strong. 23 years old.

Serrure - A blind man who can see visions of the future. He comes from an island of people like him, but as it is, he’s isolated. He is devoted to Mina, for better or worse (mostly worse). 22 years old.

Mina - A woman with no care for others, actively enjoying causing chaos and ruin in the lives of others. Cyan is her favorite target. 25 years old.

Sterling McLeod - Cyan’s, and by extension, Carter’s, cousin. He was supposed to be the heir, but decided to follow his passion for medicine and become a doctor instead. He works within the McLeod estate. 27 years old.

Lakita Wafalls - Cyan’s ex-fiancee who never got over the breakup. Currently, she also wants to ruin Cyan in a desperate bid for attention. 25 years old.

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TALISMAN

LUKE. (PLATONIC)

+ warnings: angst, implicit mentions of eventual death.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Wide went the little angel's eyes, like two big blueberry pies. In the whirlpool, gold and blue swirled together.

Her clarification had shocked him; what did she mean, she wouldn't be going to heaven? She couldn't possibly have chosen the devils!

He wanted to believe that, as much as she loved the seven rebels, in the end she would make the right decision. Yet, no ghost of a lie haunted the warmth of her chocolate eyes.

It was true that he had come to welcome some demons into his heart and accept the sinful shortcomings of others, but he would not stand for something so preposterous.

How could he let such a pure, kind soul—her soul, nonetheless—reside in the underworld and nestle in the hands of dark creatures, never to be blessed again? That was beyond wrong; it crossed all boundaries and spiralled into sin.

Resolve sparked within him. He would protect her from damnation; there had to be a manner in which he could convince her!

His hope withered too early, however.

She told him about how the decision was never hers to make; it had already been taken for her since birth, or perhaps long before that. And if she had somehow ever had that sort of chance, it slipped through her fingers the moment she forged her first pact; after all, was any bond with a demon not a dagger to one's oath to God?

She said that she loved the fallen angels who had long ago been banished by his Father, and no exception was their gentle blond brother—deeply she cherished them all; they were her treasure. Wasn't she also much too fond of hell's cunning prince and his quiet butler, he whose powers may rival those of the Lord? They were such dear friends to her.

There was one secret she would quietly hold until she lay in her grave, though. The little boy, like everyone else, needed not know of it. So, if that secret ever found itself on her tongue, she would again swallow it, no matter how bitter.

She would not talk about her unconditional love for the demon that had once saved the young angel's life—the demon whom the angel himself had thanked and praised. Why must anyone know about how that love sweetened the marrow in her bones and made her heart ache? Such a thing would give them nothing but pain.

And the child!

Taking his innocent faith into her grasp and crushing it was too cruel a feat. It was for his own sake—knowing her truth—but she still recoiled at the heartbroken look on his sweet face. Did that not mean that she had tampered with his faith in her, in a way?

By nudging him towards reality, she was protecting him, giving him a talisman—her own blessing—that warded off greater disappointment; and yet, there were times when even a shield could turn into a double-edged sword. But despite it being so, she did not regret attacking his hope, as that was for the best—salvation from falling victim to false dreams.

After all the young angel had heard, nothing remained vague. She saw silver flecks of awareness sprinkle his gaze. He was sad—so much so that he could see how, for some time, sorrow and melancholy would ever so indulgently keep stealing the opportunity and robbing him of his motivation to bake.

For in his Father's eyes, once a human binds themself to even one demon, they sever their ties with him. What did his Father think, then, of the human who not only shared pacts with the angels that had once rebelled against his rule, but offered them the purest form of her affection, too?

Now, she silently asked herself: what did the Lord think of her, the human who was hopelessly in love with a demon—in love with him beyond all hope and reason?

Tears glittered in the child's blue eyes. It was all true—her care towards the damned and the sinners. Everything she had done smeared her luck and sent her on the path of one fate and no other—but it wasn't fair. All that time, kindness had been her sole guide.

Unfair. No matter how much he tried not to dwell on it, the word stuck to him like a leech. Doubt might cause him to question his Father's law, his judgment...that wasn't only not right; it was an apple absolutely forbidden. He vowed not to allow himself a single bite.

Still, when he had once imagined days in the Celestial Realm in which he would show her around his homeland and they would whip up desserts for Michael together, when he now thought about how even Simeon was allowed up there no longer, it was hard not to cry. He felt all alone, like the loneliness was constricting his fragile form.

Thinking about her destiny up ahead was also too much to bear. He wished and wished that there was some way to change things, but it was merely a fool's errand. A pretty hope he one day had. He knew that now.

His Father always ensured that everything was right, perfect and lovely; and even though her fate would keep her by the side of those she loved and so give her the truest of happiness, it was still vile, unjust and distressing. Would he really be able to leave her to its claws that were hungrily waiting?

+note: I've always thought it funny how Luke and Simeon sometimes talk like MC is going to heaven—even though that's impossible; so, I gave the subject a painful twist.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

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TENTATIVE ANALYSES: THE SANDMAN

Issue Five: Passengers

NARRATIVE STRUCTURE

We open on John Dee, aka Dr Destiny, DC supervillain and the son of Ethel Cripps (Roderick Burgess' former mistress, who stole Sikes' amulet of protection). After receiving tbe amulet in the epilogue of the last issue, he makes an escape from Arkham Asylum, forcing a woman at gunpoint to give him a ride to a certain location. Meanwhile Morpheus finds the Justice League and asks for his ruby, the last of his tools, that had been used exactly by Dee. He finds the position, but something has been done to it, and as soon as Dream touches the ruby, he collapses. Meanwhile Dee, while acting in the weirdest way known to man, somehow manages to convince the woman he's threatening, Rosemary, that he is only an innocuous lunatic. They chat about the respective lives, his attempt at world domination and her everyday life with a job, a husband and two daughters, and reach the location of the ruby. Dee promptly shoots Rosemary, walks right past Dream, picks up the ruby, and struts away.

NARRATIVE TECHNIQUES

Scott Free's dream is marked by a slightly different art style than the rest of the issue, to underline that it's another reality. Moreover, his appearence in the dream has little to do with his actual appearence, as is sometimes in dreams.

We learn in this issue that Morpheus' appearence isn't fixed: he appears to Martian Manhunter as the deity of dreams from his world.

CHARACTERS

John Dee: originally known as Doctor Destiny, a DC villain with the power to control dreams; this is revealed to have been done through Morpheus' ruby. He appears to be completely unconcerned with social norms (prancing around naked before Rosemary gave him a coat) and utterly devoided of any sense of compassion or morality, mercilessly shooting the woman who had helped him. He has been smart enough to do something to the ruby so that it recognizes only him and bypasses even the power of its creator, but he is thoughtless enough to utterly dismiss an unconscious Morpheus, without bothering to think that this mysterious person who somehow knows about his ruby could pose further problems and is better not left unattended.

Rosemary: a kindly nurse with a naïve streak a mile wide whose car is hijacked by Dee. All taken by his miserable condition, ramblings, and meek attitude, she ends up ignoring he has a loaded gun trained on her. It's like she doesn't even register the weapon and the fact that he's escaped from a criminal asylum and the talk about killing a lot of people, all taken by pitying him when she suspects him to have AIDS and when she finds out his mother has just died. The most she does to protect herself is lying that her husband is an assassin and asking if Dee has ever killed people, taking for good his answer that he didn't. She pays dearly for her reckless trust and compassion: Dee shoots her without a second thought once she has brought him where he needed.

Morpheus: again, a lot more polite with the humans than he was with the demons. Once again because, like Constantine, these two rush to help him without needing too much convincing.

THEMES

The episode is titled 'passengers', a descriptor for both John Dee and Morpheus. The first hijiacks Rosemary's car, initially threatening her but then acting more meek, prompting her to willingly offer him food and clothing. Then, when she has completely lowered her guard, shoots her. Morpheus uses the dreams of people to track down his ruby and move faster; in the latter case, people are not even aware that he's there. He is not 'meek and companionable' like Dee, but on the other hand, he harms nobody and only asks for what it his, rather than taking advantage of other people's kindness.

SYMBOLISM

• Vehicles: Rosemary's car and the various dreamers means of transportation, all things used respectively by Dee and Morpheus to reach the Ruby. It represents them being 'dependent' in some ways from the others, the point where they differ is how they go about it: Dee forces Rosemary at gunpoint to drive him where he wants and takes advantage of her sympathy, Morpheus doesn't even make his presence known to the dreamers and never forces the vehicles off their course, rather changing them to reach his destination, like one would board different trains.

• Rosemary's car contents: her husband's coat, some spare sandwiches ... everyday items of a woman with a full life of work and family, which Dee will destroy without a second thought.

REFERENCES

• Dr. Destiny: a DC villain first created by Gardner Fox and Mike Sekowsky in 1961. A mad scientist who first created a will-annulling laser, and then the 'Materioptikon', which allowed him to manipulate dreams. This issue presents a retcon, in that the Materioptikon is Dream's Ruby. The reason he looks like a skeleton here is because the JLA captured him by hypnotizing and manipulating him so that he could no longer dream, preventing him from using the ruby but also driving him further insane. The one we see here isn't his first escape attempt: in a previous one, he captured one of the iteration of the superhero 'Sandman'.

• The Scarecrow: aka Jonathan Crane, a DC villain created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane in 1941. A former psychology professor who uses various fear-inducing toxines and techniques to exploit the fears and phobias of his enemies, driven more by sadism than personal benefits.

• Scott Free: civilian name of the superhero Mr Miracle, created by Jack Kirby in 1971. The son of Highfather Izaya of New Genesis subject of an exchange of newborns with Darkseid, he grew up in an orphanage in a totalitarian world (here referenced by his nightmare that sees him as his child self). He ended up rebelling and escaping to Earth, where he became a superhero and joined the League.

• Auralie: the first love of Scott Free (literally all I could find about her).

• J'onn J'onnz: aka Martian Manhunter, superhero created in 1955 by Joseph Samachson and Joe Certa, a martian who gets stuck on Earth during and experiment with teleportation. In later years his backstory was rebooted, leaving him as the one survivor after the cessation of life on Mars.

And this is all for the issue. Thank you for reading insofar!

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Far From Home

Summary: Kagome is never too far from trouble, it seems. After moving to America to start over, she ends up in Hawkins just as strange things start to happen. Fandom: Inuyasha x Stranger Things (Ch 4) Crossover

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Chapter 04

Kagome’s house wasn’t prepared to receive so many visitors. The couch was too small and there were barely enough chairs to fit everyone. In the end, Kagome decided to stay standing and had enough freedom of movement to pace around.

The others waited, some more patiently than others. Lucas worried over Max. Dustin looked ready to jump from his seat. Eddie, Steve, Nancy and Robin followed Kagome with their eyes.

"I was fifteen when a demon attacked me for the first time. I was looking for my cat when a youkai - that's what we call some types of demons in Japan - Mistress Centipede, ripped open my side to take out a magic jewel I didn't know I carried." She lifted her top until the remaining scar showed up. "It was the Shikon no Tama, the Jewel of Four Souls, that vanished from the world five hundred years ago." Dustin bent forward, his mouth open to question something, but Steve stopped him. "From that moment on, nothing was the same. I was dragged down a well into a portal that took me to the past, to a time when demons roamed free and people were born with powers to fight them. I'm the reincarnation of the former guardian of the Jewel, who was fatally wounded when protecting it. I was born a priestess but was never trained to be one. At first, all I could do was keep the Jewel pure by touching it. Then, youkai found out about the return of the Shikon no Tama and came after it.

"The Shikon no Tama could increase any demon's power by infinite folds and it was believed to grant a wish. I've met a hanyou, half-human half-dog demon, that wanted to become a full youkai. The sister of the previous guardian helped me to subdue him. Then a crow demon tried to steal the Jewel. In an attempt to stop it from getting away, I shoot an arrow that broke Shikon no Tama into hundreds of pieces.

"This half-demon was called Inuyasha. We joined in a quest to get back all the shards. He wanted his wish, I wanted to fix my mistake. In our journey, we met a fox demon, Shippo, whose dad died because he had a Shikon shard; then a Buddhist Monk called Miroku whose family had been cursed by Naraku, the same demon that cause the death of the former Jewel's protector. Finally, the last members of our ragtag group were a demon slayer, Sango, that had her entire village slaughtered by Naraku, and her loyal companion Kirara, a two-tailed cat demon.

"My life was split in two. When I jumped down the well, I was a warrior priestess in training, searching for the shards and fighting against Naraku to stop his reign of chaos. Here, I was a student that missed most classes due to mysterious illnesses. I would come home every once in a while to take tests, but studying isn't a priority when you are fighting for your life. My grades sank, I failed that year and barely got into high school in the next.

"In the past, I had to learn how to shoot a bow, how to hide, how not to be a hindrance. They were my second family, brothers in arms, as you say in the west. I loved them so much." Tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Once all the shards were located, we found Naraku. We had gotten powerful enough to defeat him, but he had one last trick. He trapped me inside the Jewel and tried to deceive me into wishing to be free, but Inuyasha found me and I knew I had to make the right wish. I wished for the Jewel to disappear from existence. A blinding light surrounded us and the next thing I knew I was in my room.

"My mother told me Inuyasha brought me unconscious and that the quest was over." She took a break. No one said a word. "For three years, I waited. I went to the well house every day, hoping to feel a slight hint of magic, hoping to go back to where I thought I belonged." Kagome closed her fists and gritted her teeth. "I… All I have left are my memories.” Her face softened. “And my powers.”

The glow started on Kagome’s hands and spread through her body. The lilac shine was fascinating and terrifying. At the same time, it could soothe someone's soul and burn them to death if they were corrupted enough. Kagome walked and stopped in front of Max. Lucas tensed but the ginger girl held him back. Kagome placed a finger on Max's forehead.

"A demon once tried to control me. He used my fears and insecurities to trap me inside my mind. I could break out once I accepted they were part of me and that there's nothing wrong with feeling that way." Max lowered her gaze. Kagome stepped back.

The people in the room stared mutely at Kagome. Dustin had his mouth open, with the corner of his lips turned up. Nancy, Steve and Robin just winked a few times. Lucas squeezed Max's shoulders. Eddie bit his nails, his face reflecting a hundred questions running through his mind, but he said nothing at the moment.

"So…" said Robin, "what can you do, exactly?"

Kagome put a hand on her chin and looked up. It has been a while since she really had to use her powers other than the eventual meditation and some aura expansion. “I can infuse my powers into an arrow, but I’m not sure how effective it can be against these things from the upside-down world.” ‘And I hope I won't have to test it,' she mentally added. "Oh, and don't fall for illusions, magic barriers or mind control. One of the perks of the holy powers, you know? Mind-related stunts usually don't work on me."

"Maybe that's why Vecna was so interested in you," said Max. "Perhaps he tried to enter your mind like he did with me and failed. Now he's wondering what makes you different."

"We can use it to our advantage," said Kagome. "How long between the symptoms and the attacks with Chrissy and Fred?"

"They died less than a day after seeing the clock." Max shivered. "I don't have much time."

"What about Viktor Creel? He survived the curse," said Nancy. "I have a plan. Robin and I will talk to Creel in the morning and find out how he made it alive."

"Only the two of you?" Asked Steve. "I'm going too."

While Robin, Nancy and Steve discussed, Eddie pulled Kagome aside. Concern splashed over his face, with his eyebrows in a constant frown.

"How are you? Everyone's worried about Max, but you've been there with Vecna too."

"I've survived much worse." Kagome patted his arm. "Thanks for asking."

"You didn't tell us everything."

"It's complicated," she said. "I never expected anyone to believe it, so I never prepared myself to tell the whole story. Not even my mother knows all the gore details. She would freak out if she did."

"You can tell me. I'll believe every word, no matter how absurd." Kagome looked at him, questioning. "You are a gold mine of ideas for my campaigns. I am already planning the next Hellfire Club adventure. A cursed stone being chased by friends and foes alike. How good are your drawing skills? You will need to tell me all the details about the folks you've met. Kagome Higurashi, I deem you my muse."

Kagome released a heartfelt laugh. For the first time since her adventures ended, she felt normal. She was around people of her age who had experiences somewhat similar to hers. That alone gave her the strength to do her best to help this group she just met.

It was morning again when the group moved to the Wheeler’s basement. Some of them were able to take a short nap, while others stayed in vigil. Neither Dustin, Lucas nor Eddie stepped outside during the night in case Jason happened to drive over. Before leaving, Kagome grabbed the bow she had carved and some arrows. When asked about it, she said it never hurts to be prepared.

Once Nancy and Robin left to meet the Hospice’s Director where Viktor Creel was being held and try having a talk with him, Max handed Steve, Dustin and Lucas a letter, with three more to be given to Eleven, Mike and Will. She insisted for them to open it only if Vecna’s curse got her, much to their groans and reassurance that everything was going to be fine. Kagome and Eddie were left out of the moment, not wanting to interfere with their friendship.

“I wasn’t expecting Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington to be like this,” said Eddie.

“Like what?”

“Like a nice person. He had quite a reputation before graduating. The typical high school jerk. Henderson idolizes him and I always second-guessed his heroism. Now I’m second-guessing myself for judging him without actually knowing him.”

“He is a nice guy. His aura shines whenever he’s around the kids. It feels warm and comfy, almost fatherly. And I don’t think he’s any jerkier than any good-looking guy of his age.”

“Good-looking? So you’re falling for Harrington too?”

“Not at all. I’m into guys with long hair.” She winked and stood, following Max, who headed out with the others on her tail.

Kagome checked the surroundings before signaling Eddie to come out too. Max wanted to visit some places in case it was her last day alive. They cramped Steve’s car, with Eddie keeping his head down. They reached the trailer park and Max went inside.

From the distance, Eddie saw his uncle by their front door.

“Don’t even think about it,” warned Steve.

“Come on, Steve. Uncle Wayne must be dead worried. He's the only family I have.”

“And he might be the only Munson left if Jason catches you. He could be hiding anywhere just waiting for you to show up. If you want to get beaten up so bad, you can do it after we leave.”

Kagome was already halfway when they stopped discussing. She rushed to the older man’s location, feeling the intense malice coming from inside the house. It overwhelmed her senses that she had to stop and take a short break before approaching him. She was still getting used to the upside-down world’s energy signature.

“Mr Munson? Wayne Munson?”

“If this is about Eddie, I’ve told everything to the police. I’m not talking to reporters anymore.”

“Don’t worry, Eddie is clean. The Sheriff knows he was with me that night. He can’t leave the city for now, but otherwise, it’s fine.” Wayne Munson finally looked at Kagome. “Do you see that car over there? Eddie wanted to come, but some guys still think it was him who killed Chrissy so it’s better if he stays under the radar.”

“Who are you? My nephew never mentioned fancying a girl.”

Kagome plastered a thin smile. Her cheeks burned under the stare he gave her. “We have some classes together. I’m Kagome, Kagome Higurashi.”

“Listen, Kagome,” he toned down his voice, “I know Eddie came home that night. Please, let me talk. And I don’t know why you lied, but I have a feeling that Eddie won’t be safe if he comes back now. Can I trust you to keep my nephew safe?”

“You can count on that!

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obey-me-rot · 3 years

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You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

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Cryo Archon!Childe fucking his wife on their wedding night and he gets her pregnant? and he's a little yandereish like the way you write him? your work is sublime

Thank you~! I had fun writing this since I never once entertained Childe being a cryo archon but the image of him having the signature tip dyed hair was simply o(*////▽////*)q

In Snezhnaya with Love

Summary: Cryo Archon's most treasured and beloved possession was not his gnosis, but the Tsaritsa that was protected in the depths of the Zapolyarny Palace.

Of the current Seven, the Cryo Archon, the Tsar of Snezhnaya was famed for his glorious victories in the battlefield, a once human who vanquished gods when meeting gods and slayed demons when meeting demons. All Snezhnayans held their Cryo Archon with high regards, loved him and respected him for all the battles he had won for himself and that of Snezhnaya. They tell the story of their Archon, the second to ascend among the Original Seven, whose battle prowess was second only to Morax of Liyue.

Though no one knew their Tsar’s once mortal name, their were many monikers he went by at the times he paraded himself as a mortal; Tartaglia of the Harbingers when in Snezhnaya, Childe when in Liyue, Herrscher in Mondstadt, Wakasama in Inazuma, Le Seigneur in Fontaine, Bhagavan in Sumeru, and Kasike in Natlan. Thus, the people of Snezhnaya found no need to discover their Archon’s once name.

And you were one of them, you had no need nor want to know the Cryo Archon, the Tsar, beyond what he wanted his people to know. All that mattered was that you loved him just as your fellow countrymen did. Though you were no devout follower of the Tsar, despite your status as the heiress of 10 Noble Houses of Snezhnaya’s high society, you still carried yourself like one.

You were after all graced with his element, and your Uncle Pulcinella’s position in the Harbingers ensured that you brought no shame to the prestige of your bloodline and your status as a Cryo Vision Holder. You were the embodiment of your Archon’s ideals, Strength not only to protect one’s self and family but also to challenge the Divine.

It was the price you willingly paid to enjoy the privileges your vision and status granted you. Perhaps in another world you would have gone on and married someone not out of love but out of duty, but such thoughts flew out of the window that one summer day in Morepesok.

It had been a vacation for you, a rare moment of freedom from the prying and judging eyes of the world. You had been allowed to roam free in your Uncle Pulcinella’s vacation villa in the rural seaside village. It was one of the top tourist destinations in Snezhnaya, a town seemingly stuck in time, where the rest of Snezhnaya was filled with towering buildings and skyscrapers of metal and light, Morepesok retained the traditional houses of Snezhnaya.

A rare glimpse of the past long gone. It was during this trip that you had your fateful encounter with the young man, his orange hair with sky blue tips that gently swayed in the cold wind, and his piercing blue eyes that had taken your breath away.

He smiled at you, curious and just a touch of arrogance that let you know he knew he was handsome. Your cheeks flushed not from the cold but from embarrassment.

“Hey there, girlie~!” He called out as he trotted towards you, his hunter attire letting you know he was one of the hunters of Morepesok.

“He-hello” You greeted him back, soft and shy. Stuttering as you felt your heartbeat quicken with each step that he took towards you.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous in this area?” He asked you, eyes glinting with cold amusement and something in you wanted to rise to his unspoken challenge.

“Oh? Was there?” You replied, “With this being part of my uncle’s villa, I doubt that there is anything here that would be dangerous to me…”

His smile fades away and you continued, “Of course even if this part of the woods is no longer a part of his villa, other than our beloved Tsar’s ire, I would be the most dangerous creature out here.”

You punctuated your words with the masterful and powerful display of your control over Cryo. The frostarm lawachurl heading towards your location toppled over, the top of their head bleeding out from the spikes of cryo that burst out from their forehead. Their dying cry had the man before you looking back and his laughter echoed in the desolate winter forest of Morepesok.

“Hahahaha!” He laughed, hands on his stomach as he bent over “Amazing, comrade! This is the first time I’ve ever seen Cryo be used in such a way! Not even the Tsar was said to be that ruthless!”

You smiled at him, sweet and pleased at his praise, “Perhaps, our beloved Tsar has yet to meet an opponent that would make him use such cruelty.”

“Interesting, I’m Ajax of Morepesok. And you...must be Pulcinella’s treasured niece” His smile turned more genuine offering his hand to you he added, “Something tells me would get along most splendidly.”

And as you gave him your hand, he brought it close to his lips, kissing it gently and you knew, as the distant sound of the waves crashing into the shore sounded in the forest, that your first defeat was in the hands of this charming young man.

And it was your sweetest defeat, you spent most of your days in his cabin, an inheritance from his deceased family, your time split between sparring with him and going ice fishing. Each moment spent made you stronger, Ajax taught you in every weapon he knew. Each touch that corrected your stance sent shivers down your spine.

And neither of you shied away from the inevitable. His touches became less innocent, less sincere in teaching you. And you took every opportunity to have skinship with him, from taking advantage of the gentle cold air to asking for his help in reeling in the ridiculously large fishes in Morepesok.

Despite the never ending cold of Snezhnaya, the distance between you and Ajax slowly melted away with each shed of layer between the two of you. In his cabin, you were just a young maiden in love, and he was just your strong lover who sheltered you from the harshness of the world.

The domesticity of your everyday life with him lulled you into a false sense of comfort, the mornings and afternoons spent with him would come to an end. Maybe, it was the knowledge that you would never be able to return to this time, or perhaps it was your reluctance to be forgotten so easily that led to this point.

The moment Ajax had kissed you against his door, you had shed all pretense of propriety. You kissed him back, tongue entangling with his as his hands ventured down and began divesting you of your clothes. Neither of you stopped kissing as your hand went to his pants and unbuckled his belt, his hydro vision dropping to the ground in sync with him removing your top that held your cryo vision.

You broke off to breath and found your neck being kissed as Ajax lifted you up and you let out a surprised gasp. Your arms automatically embraced his neck as he brought you upstairs and into his bedroom. You had no chance to look around as he gently placed you atop his soft bed.

His lips trailed down from your neck to the center of your chest down to your groin, leaving a soft trail of kisses before he began to eat you out.

Outside the window of his room, snow fell harshly and the windows softly shook with each gust of wind. Idly you wondered what had made the Tsar rage about but this thought was lost to the lust and pleasure of your love making with Ajax.

You laid on his chest, utterly spent as he curled his arm around you and gave you soft kisses atop your head. Neither of you spoke, unwilling to face the reality of your departure. But you were never one to falter from the things that you didn’t like.

You were always moving forward. Bravely facing whatever comes your way, be it life or love. So you broke the silence, because it was what you believed you owed him.

“I’m enlisting in the Fatui” Your voice soft, “This would be most likely the last time we would meet.”

You felt his hand on your waist tighten before it relaxed. You looked at him and was greeted by his warm smile.

“But not definitely” He said and your heart ached because you knew that even if you met him next time there was no chance for anything more.

“Ajax, the next time we meet, I will no longer be as I am today.”

“...”

His eyes grew cold and you found yourself underneath him, he looked at you darkly and foolishly you still found yourself lost in his beautiful eyes.

“We will meet again,” he said, voice hard and steely “and no one would be able to take you away from me.”

His kiss was hard and biting, cold and passionate, and for a moment you believed him.

“Promise me then,” You begged him as tears gathered in the edges of your eyes as you surrendered to him once more “promise me that you��ll wait for me, that you’ll fight for me and I’ll return to you and fight for you.”

“I promise” Ajax smiled, his coldness and anger melting away as he showered you with all of his love. Leaving traces of himself on you, marking you to proclaim his rightful ownership of you.

Enlisting in the Fatui and joining their ranks hadn’t been easy with the additional expectation being brought by your familial connection with one of the current Harbingers, and with that the hatred and envy of others. You didn’t care for it though, thoughts of Ajax and the life you’d have with him making it easier for you. Then again, the Fatui was a place where strength was respected and it was something you had in spades, from fighting abilities to scheming. You didn’t have the best leadership skills but that was something that could be slowly learned.

All in all, you had gritted your teeth, bore the difficulties, and slowly but surely made your way up in the ranks and into being a Harbinger. Innamorati, they called you and you it was a name you proudly wore. A name bestowed upon you by your beloved Cryo Archon, the Tsar with his bright orange hair and deep blue eyes that reminded you of Ajax.

It was surprising to see such a familiar and beloved face in that of the beloved Archon but you had learned to hide your emotions. But even as you walked away from him and went home to celebrate, the unmistakable pull you felt didn’t allow you to delude yourself completely.

You needed to see Ajax.

The trip to Morepesok was faster with the portable waypoint Ajax had made you. An easy temptation to meet him in the middle of your enlistment but one you never took. You wanted to prove yourself, and at the same time show him that you’d never easily cave, be it for him or for something else, you would keep your word. And maybe that was why the waiting figure of your Tsar, in Ajax’ clothes, had shaken your heart.

The winds howled and snow fell harshly, each step he took towards made you tremble whether it was from trepidation or something else you didn’t know but as he took a strand of your hair and held close to his lips you couldn’t help but call for him,

“Ajax?”

You felt at loss, not knowing how much of the days you spent with him were true, not knowing if his words had been meant. You wouldn’t be able to take it if it wasn’t.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, gently and comforting as he took you into his arms and held you tight enough that it hurt.

You didn’t know what to say, unable to put your feelings into words so you buried your face into his chest, held him just as tight with your trembling hands and begged him to understand what your heart wanted.

You never noticed how you remained unaffected by the cold, despite the howling winds and harshly falling snow that surrounded you. All you could think of was the feeling you held tightly as Ajax carried you inside his home, up to his bedroom and slowly but gently began to undress you.

You made no protest beyond the need to have your hand held by his. He had laughed, soft and gentle, at your clinginess but no less than pleased at it.

“I’d need my hand to properly undress you” He said even if he had no problem tearing your clothes off.

You gave him an unimpressed glance but nonetheless leaned close when he moved to take your panties off, you snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tighter. You felt your panties drop to your feet and you moved to take it off them. Ajax pushed you to sit and the bed, finding it adorable and pleasing how you easily complied.

Trusted him so much that you made no protest beyond the soft pout when he untangled your hands. He gently rolled your black thigh highs off your legs, raising one leg high to slowly and teasingly slide it off your smooth legs.

He smirked at seeing your pussy twitch ever so often, knowing that you were surely having lewd thoughts. So he pulled you closer by your legs until your pussy was just a scant few centimeters away from his face. Your breath hitched and you unconsciously wanted to close your legs but his hands stopped it and began the process of taking off your remaining thigh highs. The process barely took a minute but it felt so long that you were ready to beg him.

When your thighs were freed from your thigh highs, you spread your legs, fingers going towards your labia and spreading it wide for him to see.

“Please?” You begged, voice soft and cute as you showed him your glistening wet pussy.

And Ajax, had never been one to deny you. Spoiling you with gifts and affection until you were drunk and dizzy from it. His mouth pressed close to your cunt, tongue licking the outside, circling your clit before it made its way in. He ate you like the sweet treat that you were, holding your thighs securely as you writhed on the bed with pleasure, moans growing louder and louder with each passing minute until you were crying for release.

He was relentless in teasing you, calloused hands teasing your clit before stopping when you were on the edge of your orgasm.

“Ajax~” You cried his name, moaning and panting as his fingers fucked you “please le—ahh!”

“Aren’t you my most devoted Harbinger?” He teased, “Surely you can hold on until I order you to come?”

You nod your head with slight hesitation but it was something Ajax could forgive seeing how you were feverish with want and your earlier words of begging for his cock.

His fingers went in and out of your pussy, each thrust accompanied by the squelch of your slick, his saliva and the hydro that coated his fingers. Your pussy loosened with each passing minute as he alternated his attention to your sweet cunt and your cute clit.

When he had deemed you loose enough, he stood up and freed his cock from the tight and uncomfortable confines of pants, he let his pants and briefs drop to the floor before he climbed the bed and in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into your waiting wet pussy.

“Cum” He ordered and you did, voice a sweet melody to his ears as he fucked you through your orgasm, the loud creaking of the bed and the sound of the head board as it repeatedly slammed on the wall made you aware of your situation, as the haze of lust slightly lifted.

It didn’t do much beyond making you want to hold his hand which Ajax did, held your hand as he repeatedly rammed his cock into your pussy, slowly reaching your depths with each thrust of his cock until he let out his cum inside you, spilling it deep inside your pussy that Ajax knew that there wasn’t any impossibility you wouldn’t end up pregnant.

He softly fell on top of you, caging you beneath him as you hugged his muscular back and simply existed in that moment. His cock remained inside of you and the feeling of being connected in such a way, on having all of him touching your skin, the soft sound of his ragged breaths and his scent mixing with the smell of sex that pervaded your nose anchored you in this precise moment.

Where the world felt like it had melted away leaving the two of you alone. Neither a monarch and his subject nor a god and its believer. Just you and him, as lovers.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked, soft and preparing for the worst.

“Yes,” He answered, voice equally soft as he squeezed you tight, he continued “I meant every I love yous I said to you, every promise made.”

He kissed you on your neck, on the vein that betrayed your heart’s quick pulse. He inhaled your scent which he had missed so dearly, remembering the nights he had spent thinking of you, wondering what you were doing. The nights he laid awake missing your warmth on his side, the afternoon naps where he held you close to his heart.

He watched from afar as you slowly and steadily made your way up in the ranks, each battle won and lost that slowly shaped you into a Harbinger. He thought of the days that made him want to simply steal you away, lock you in his room until you forgot your family, your duty, and only had him in your mind.

But he stopped himself, he knew that doing so would make you lose the shine that had entranced him, he would lose the you that he came to love. The you that was bound by duty both self-imposed and ones imposed by society. So he waited, until the day came when you stood before him, surprise hidden well but he was Ajax, he was your Cryo Archon, he was your lover whom you eagerly wrote every week.

So he knew your tells better than anyone else, knew the moment it clicked in your mind, saw the trepidation behind your eyes and Ajax wouldn’t have that. He had promised you after all, and he was one to keep promises.

Even if one day you wanted to leave him, he wouldn’t allow you. He had a promise to keep after all.

In the depths of Zapolyarny Palace was a room where the Tsaritsa, the Tsar’s most beloved wife resided. It was a room filled with splendor and grace, the best and most beautiful artworks and gadgets decorated the room.

It was a room that the Tsar loved the most, and thus it was the most important room in the Palace. The best of the Fatui sans the Harbingers guarded the doors that led to the halls of the room. It was strictly guarded and meant to ensure that not a single thing would be stolen from the room.

It was after all where you resided, a place where the Tsar designated as his home. His personal haven from courtly matters and godly duties. And today was no exception, every day you spent on the room was reliving your wedding night.

The soft silk sheets that you felt on your back, the white lacy lingerie that you wore underneath your wedding gown. It’s tiny slits that showcased your exposed and erect nipples, the your cum filled pussy that dripped with your husband’s thick cum that was always replenished multiple times in a day. The soft clink of the chains that held your wrists and had your legs spread widely. The familiar sensation of your collar that held your Cryo vision, a mark of his favor and love, a seal that ensured you would remain his until you drew your last breath. The soft cotton of your blindfold had enhanced your other senses beyond compare, making you hyper aware of everything that was happening in the room.

The familiar footsteps on the warm carpet of your bedroom, the familiar rustle of his clothes as it fell softly on the ground, cape first, shirt second, belt next and lastly his pants. His warm calloused hands gently caressing the insides of your thighs.

The same routine, repeated every day at different times since you married him. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he blindfolded you, how long you had spent with him, the days blurred as he never removed your blindfold.

He took you apart every time and mended you back, fucking you over and over again until he felt satisfied, until your pussy felt raw, until you were begging him for sweet release, until you lifelessly laid on his chest enjoying the feel of his hard cock being warmed by your cunt.

Your apprehension melted away with each fucking, with each release of his seed inside you, until you could only demand more of his time, more of his attention, more of his cum filling you up.

You loved when he was rough with you, the harsh and loud clinks of the chain as you moaned wantonly, begging him to cum inside you, to use you as he saw fit. And each time he went along with your wishes, fulfilling each and every demand you asked of him.

You kissed him with everything that you were, unrestrained by duty or dignity, only knowing what you want as you rubbed your naked and marked body against his, you weren’t the dignified or noble Tsaritsa the public knew. In this room filled with the most prized treasures of the Tsar, you were his most precious slut.

A slut that opened your legs for him alone, a slut that presented your ass and pussy to him with eager eyes hidden by a blindfold. A slut that couldn’t wait to be filled to the brim. It was his duty, his calling as a husband and as your lover to fulfill your needs, to ram his cock again and again inside your loose pussy that held so much of his cum even when your stomach was already showing.

It was his duty to ensure that you, his lewd wife, would be filled with his cum, from your pussy, to your asshole, to those pretty pink lips that eagerly wrapped itself on his cock. He loved how you didn’t care where he fucked you in the room. He loved how different you acted depending on whether he was ramming his cock inside you on the bed, or fucking you in front of the window.

He loved the way you moaned when the table digged on your hips, the way you grasped at the cover as he slid his dick in and out of your loose pussy, cum spilling down your thighs and pooling on the floor. He loved how slutty you could get when being fucked in the bathtub, water sloshing as you repeatedly slammed your pussy down his cock, moaning loud enough that some of it undoubtedly could be heard behind the thick doors of your room.

He loved the sounds you made, pleased and eager, as he fucked your mouth in front of the fireplace, your naked body sitting on the floor while a Cryo dildo repeatedly slammed inside your pussy.

He loved you when your stomach began showing signs of pregnancy, growing big with each passing week and yet you remained unaware, or perhaps you paid it no mind.

He couldn’t tell if you were genuinely happy with the arrangement but as long as you remained by his side, happily doing what he wants, whispering I love yous and adoration in his ears. Eagerly kissing him good morning and good bye, Ajax didn’t put any thought on it.

On the ninth month of your pregnancy, the blindfold was taken off, you looked at him with love and the unmistakable look of longing.

“I missed you!” You told him, eagerly running up to hug him, and plaster your entire naked body, cum dripping down between your legs, to his.

He laughed at you, amused and loving and gently held you close, “You shouldn’t run so quickly, you’re carrying our child after all.”

You nod, and look at your bulging stomach, hand instinctively rubbing it.

“I hope this child will look just like you!”

“Is that so?” He asked a pensive look in his eyes as he rubbed your stomach.

“Yes! How lovely would it be to see a child version of you? A mini-you calling me mother!”

He smiled at you fondly, pleased to know that you still loved him. He kissed you lovingly on your lips and whispered, “As you wish.”

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #cryo!archon childe #genshin impact x reader #yandere childe x reader

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.1

***This request gives me sooooooooo many Sk8 The Infinity Sad!Reki vibes it's insane! Which, as the angst-obsessed weirdo that I am, I love. For anyone curious, I set out my specifications for asks with poly!mc dating all the demon bros in a previous ask HERE. I hope this is something along the lines of what you're looking for @ang3lsblue *** Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE Date night was always difficult when it came to dating the seven lords of the Devildom. For starters, it was in the nature of several of them to keep you to themselves. Leviathan and Mammon in particular had a hard time adjusting to the idea that you loved all the brothers equally and wanted to spend time with all of them. Things were bumpy when the relationship first got started, but after some communication and careful negotiation, you were all able to find a way to make this work. One particular boundary that had been set up early on was a line up from oldest to youngest of who got to take you out on a date next. That day, in particular, had been Beel's turn. The two of you were at a professional Fangol game. Although you had a decent understanding of the sport from watching Beel's practices and games so often, you still found yourself leaning over to ask him questions from time to time. Beel would smile, and answer them easily without an ounce of judgement. The night had been going wonderfully with Beel's favourite team winning as the half-time buzzer went off. The friendly giant stood and looked down at you. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the canteen. Did you want to come with me?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, I'm pretty comfy here. Will you get me popcorn and a bottle of water while you're there though?" He knelt down and kissed the top of your head. "Sure thing, Honey Bun. I'll be right back. Stay here and be careful, okay?"

You giggled and waved at your doting boyfriend as he walked away. You pulled out your D.D.D. and began responding to the few texts that your other partners had sent you checking on things and making sure that you were okay. You were in the middle of responding to particularly curious Leviathan when you began to notice the words being spoken around you. "That's them right? The human that's sleeping around with the Avatars of Sin?" "God, what do the Lords even see in them? I mean seriously? They're just a pathetic human." "Honestly, the brothers are probably only dating them out of pity. I mean what else could it be?" "Did you see Beelzebub walk away earlier? He couldn't wait to get away from them. I bet he's ditching them right now." "Ha! Maybe I should go find him? Diavolo knows that anything would be better than dating a weakling like that." "The human needs to take a hint and back off. They can't even compare to the lords. I mean they're the strongest demons in the Devildom, and who is this human? Nothing. They'll never even compare." You froze clutching your D.D.D. tightly in your hand. What those asshole lower demons were saying, wasn't true right? Your boyfriends loved you and had proved it a number of times. This was just nothing jealous gossip. "Can you imagine being as blind and naïve as they are? Like how do they not see how much they annoy the brothers?" You winced as slid down in your seat a little. You did have the tendency to go off and do exactly what the brothers told you not to do. You were constantly stirring up trouble and getting involved in business that wasn't yours to meddle with. They were always having to protect you and save you from the messes that you had made yourself. You really were just a defenceless, small, human in a world of powerful strong demons after all. That much was true. Now that you thought about it, there was some logic to what these other demons were saying. Demons live for centuries if not millennia. You would be dead within the next several decades. Why would they waste their time tying themselves down to someone whose existence is a mere blink of an eye to them? Why are you allowing yourself to hold them back? "MC?" You flinched and looked up to see Beel frowning down at you in concern from behind the mountain of snacks that he was carrying. He sat down and set the food on his lap so that he could place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You look upset?" You didn't want to ruin the night for Beelzebub. He had been looking forward to this game for weeks. You flashed him a fake smile and nodded. "Everything's fine Beel. Just daydreamed a little while you were gone." He looked at you with uncertainty as you grabbed your water and popcorn from his stash. "Are you sure MC? If something's wrong, we can go home and watch a movie or-" The buzzer signalling the start of the next quarter. It was exactly the distraction you needed to get the focus off of you. "Oh look! The games about to start again! You should start working on those nachos before they go cold." You could feel Beelzebub's eyes on you as you stubbornly stared at the field. He squeezed your shoulder once, before pulling his hand away and beginning to munch on his collection of food. You were much quieter for the rest of the night. You stopped asking Beel about things that confused you about the sport. You barely touched your popcorn. Even though you were watching the players the whole time, you couldn't remember a single thing that happened after halftime. Although you were physically at the game, in your head you were running through every single time you had inconvenienced your partners. As the minutes ticked by, it became glaringly obvious to you that the demons were right. You didn't deserve them. You jumped as the final buzzer went off, and blinked at the scoreboard. Beel's team had won. You got on your feet and urged yourself to cheer like everyone else around you. Beelzebub's eyebrows narrowed as he watched you, and you could tell that he was suspicious of you. You tried

to up your game and laughed at him. "Why are you so serious? You should be celebrating! Your team won!" You stood on your tippy-toes and poked his cheeks into a smile. Beel chuckled and took your hands into his own, pressing a kiss to them. "You're right. I'm sorry." You tried not to let your smile falter as you heard people whisper about how disgusting it was that he was even touching a being like you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, unaware of voices talking lowly about the two of you, and began to walk out of the arena. "We should probably go home. It's been a long day, huh?" The walk home was quiet and tense. Beel obviously knew that something was wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk about it yet. As you arrived at the House of Lamentation, Levi was pouting in the living room. "You can't just have MC to yourself all night, Beel. It's not fair to the rest of us." Belphegor flicked Levi's head as he walked by. "It's his turn for date night, Levi. He can do whatever he damn pleases. You didn't hear any of us complaining when you holed MC up in your room gaming and watching animes for twenty-four hours on your last date night." Leviathan huffed and sunk down into the couch, purposely stretching out his legs so that Belphie couldn't sit. Belphie rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as he approached the two of you. "How was the game? Did you have fun?" The evening's discoveries were weighing down on you as you tried to pull together a small smile for Belphie. "It was fantastic! Beel's team won and there was confetti and everything!" You held your breath as the twins made eye contact and silently agreed that you were keeping something from them. Before anyone could say anything you gave them both kisses on the cheeks. "I-I'm feeling pretty tired though. So I think I'm going to head to bed," before they could react you made your way towards your room. "Thanks for the night out Beel! I loved it. See you in the morning!" And you were gone. The three brothers blinked at where you once stood. Levi frowned and sat up. "Well, that was weird. Have they been like that all night?" Beel grunted with a nod. "Something's not right. I think something happened, b-but I don't know what. One moment they were happy and genuinely enjoying themselves. Then I went to get snacks and when I came back they were like this!" Belphie patted his twin's back. "It's not your fault Beel. MC adores you, you know that. Something must have happened, and we're going to find out what."

***AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH turns out I'm going to have to break this down into two parts! For now, here is part one! I hope you enjoyed @ang3lsblues! Stay tuned for the other bros and to see how they handle MC's insecurities.***

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rembrandtae · 4 years

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i just want to remind everyone outside of poland (if any of you actually care) that the recent abortion ban is not the first attack on women’s rights. the “black marches” against the new abortion laws have been organized for past five years because the subject has been brought up multiple times, usually as a cover up for new laws the government wanted to push through without the attention from polish gp which is, in my opinion, the most disgusting act, using an issue so emotional and sensitive for so many people just so that people wouldn’t look at their hands.

a few weeks ago polish government decided to withdraw from the istambul convention whose main objectives are to protect women from tradition-based domestic abuse. even with this document being signed, polish women were suffering from domestic abuse in silence with no help from the authorities or other family members.

throughout their governing, the current leading party has been in on a war against anything that might “threaten the traditional christian family values.” that means calling lgbtq+ folks a facist (or neo-bolshevik, depending on their mood) ideology, not people, refusing to introduce sexual education at schools (spreading the false information about it sexualizing children and exposing them to pedophilia,) mocking and demonizing feminism and gender studies, calling it an ideology, too.

two female pro-life activists, kaja godek and zuzanna wiewiórka, have been recognized and supported by the government. the first one is advocating for a total abortion ban, especially when the pregnancy is the result of rape. the second one was awarded by the ministry of justice for violating a teenage gril’s privacy, expoisng her unwanted pregnancy to her parents. the girl wanted to have an abortion, and wiewiórka posed as a pro-choice activist ready to help her find a safe way. instead, she forced the girl to go through the pregnancy and, allegedly, domestic violence.

a far right politician, janusz korwin-mikke, who is also in the european parliment, is widely known for his mysoginistic views, saying that women are less intelligent than men, that “you always rape a little” and other disgusting things i do not want to write down.

the new mp of education and academia has said that women should be married and have childern before they’re 30, and then they can think about their careers, that lgbtq+ folks are not equal to “normal people,” and that there is no time to think about human rights at the moment.

the access to abortion, even before the recent ban, was always difficult. most of the doctors had the right to refuse to perform the surgery, the social stigma was always unbearable. furthermore, there has never been any access to the day-after pill. the contraception in poland is a very sad joke. thousands of women are scared of having kids because they might lose their jobs. and the government does not care about the women nor the children after the pregnancy. if the child is born disabled, there is no help from anyone except good-willed people. if the mother does not have enough money to raise a kid - there is no help from the authorities that are so loud about protecting the unborn lives. there is practically no access to any psychological help in case of miscarriage, seeing a child’s death, raising a disabled baby. and foster care or orphanages? the government does not give a single fuck about these places, the conditions of these institutions, and people that live there.

we, polish women, folks with uterus, have been disrespected, mocked, humiliated and uncared for by the government and by the thriving mysoginy in this country. and we are angry.

petitions don’t work, what you can do if you care enough to help is spread awarness about what we’ve been going through, demanding a statement about the issue from your authorities because what can help is international pressure. they are stripping us of our basic rights, and even though i am angry, i am also very scared of the future.

please, don’t look away.

and to my polish friends,

***** *** nie możemy dać tym gnojom wygrać

#poland #polska #piekło kobiet #abortion #abortion ban #abortion law #strajk kobiet #jestem załamana tym wszystkim

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me fankids #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC

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