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asmo-ds · 3 years

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I've had this thought in my head for awhile, but does God know mc is the descent of Lilith?? Lilith was supposed to be killed but was secretly reincarnated by Diavolo. What if he finds out and kills mc because as far as he's concerned, they shouldn't exist? Can I request some hcs of how the demon brothers and undateables would react to this happening? If not, I understand! >.< Thank you!! ❤️❤️

When God kills MC for being Lilith’s descendant

WARNINGS: Blood, death, depression, anger, war, Simeon dies in one of them

- If anyone mentioned MC he’d be gripping them by the throat begging them with tears in his eyes to never speak their name in front of him again

- He doesn’t want them to say it because of his pride. He knows he’ll cry hearing their name and he’d get flashbacks to Michael standing over MC’s bleeding body as they cried Lucifer’s name, hopeful that he’d be able to save them.

- He wasn’t able to save them despite being right there, he was being held back by some angels and was fighting them at that moment, but even after he killed those angels and Michael, he got to their side too late, their eyes empty and skin still warm, but getting colder as the seconds pass.

- He’d scream and cry so loud the entire Devildom would hear, and he wouldn’t care, no matter how much pride he held, he was torn to pieces and felt lost the second their soul left their frail human body

- He and Diavolo immediately agree that God needs to feel the same pain he’d put all the brothers through twice

- They go to the celestial realm and attack a bunch of Archangels

- His anger from losing both his sister and his lover will be terrifying and is enough to bring God to his knees

- “I won’t let you touch anybody else. I won’t let you tear my family apart more than you have!”

- If he does not kill God, he definitely leaves him shaking in his boots,

- He will use all his strength to kill as many Archangels as possible, so his father would feel the same loss he’d felt.

- He’d leave God wounded but make him have to helplessly watch his children and friends die horrid deaths before his very eyes, just like Lucifer had to do with Lilith and MC, still alive, but left empty and helpless.

- His mourning process after the rage would basically be over working himself, bringing his mind to anything but the dear human he’d lost

- Watching his former brothers impale MC’s chest with a sword was not something he was ready to see.

- He hated every second of holding them in their last moments, he thought he wouldn’t have to watch them die in agony like he did when they let Belphie out of the attic

- It happened when he looked away, an angel suddenly appeared in front of MC and immediately had the blade in them

- He blames Lucifer for a while.

- Because of him, everyone found out the truth about Lilith and it got back to God and if Lucifer had just allowed Belphie to stay out of the attic to live with the exchange student like the rest of them they would never have died either of their deaths

- Blames himself a lot as well, he is supposed to be fast. That’s his thing, is being fast. But he wasn’t fast enough to save them from their killer.

- Distracts himself with drinking and gambling his life away

- One night he gets unbearably mad and intoxicated, which leads to him sneaking into the Demon Lord’s castle and using a gate to the celestial realm.

- When he’s there he books it to the throne of his father, begging him to at least tell him if MC was in heaven or hell before he sent him back down there.

- Hearing that they went to neither and God had simply wiped them and their soul from existence was what finally got to him

-He lunged at him but was stopped by Diavolo who had followed him there and apologized to God for letting him through.

- “YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO RULE THIS UNIVERSE, ONE DAY I KNOW LUCIFER WILL RETURN TO BEHEAD YOU IN FRONT OF THE REST OF YOUR PRECIOUS ANGELS”

- His ranting kind of caught everyone off guard but they wouldn’t be able to stare in shock for long as Diavolo dragged him through the gate, bringing him to the dungeon where he would stay until Lucifer could hopefully talk some sense into him

- Why? Why did he have to tell MC to go shopping themselves, why didn’t he just go with them.

- When they used his pact mark a second too late, he arrived to their bloody beaten body, nearly lifeless eyes turning hopeful for their last moment of life as they saw Leviathan

- He turns just in time to see an angel booking it towards a portal, but he is too concerned with saving MC to actually chase their killer.

- He turned back to them and lifted their unconscious body off the Devildom soil, sprinting as fast as possible screaming for help

- When he arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle begging Diavolo to save them he was too late, somewhere along the way their heart had stopped and they died looking up at their yucky otaku boyfriend trying so hard to save them from a hopeless battle with a small smile.

- He locks himself in his room, not even coming out to eat meals.

- When Lucifer finally had enough of Levi starving himself, he opened the door with the master key and found his pale younger brother, in his bed sleeping, but under the blankets he guess Levi had lost too much weight.

- He also took notice of his lack of anime figurines and video games, looking to see them in the trash.

- Levi is quick to get mad at Lucifer but when Lucifer just holds him and pats his younger brother’s hair, he breaks down full on sobbing and snot getting all over Lucifer’s coat, which he cringed at a little but dealt with it for the boy’s sake.

- He wouldn’t go to God like the previous two, he’d just murder anyone who mentioned him or his angels

- He ends up giving away his fish too, convinced that he wasn’t allowed to have loved ones because no matter how hard he tried to save them he never could. First his baby sister and now the love of his life.

- Oh poor Satan, he had worked so so hard to get his temper under control, but watching an angel slit MC’s throat in front of his very eyes erased all the control he had within him and he immediately gutted the angel, within the blink of an eye they were just as dead as MC

- He called Lucifer begging for help, even though they both knew he was much too late and MC had bled out and died quickly.

- He held them until Lucifer and some of the other brothers had to pry his arms off of them.

- After seeing them taken away to be put in a casket and buried in the human world with their family, he filled with rage and grief all at once, from the top of his head all the way to his toes he was radiating wrath and he went on a rampage, killing demons left and right

- He wasn’t able to think clearly until a voice in the back of his head reminded him of the human and how they always helped everyone no matter their species.

- He stopped killing then, not wanting MC’s spirit to be upset with him more than they already should be.

- He, like Lucifer, distracts himself so that he can’t think of MC as much and be hurt by the images that lived in his head forever

- Whenever a book described a character similar to MC he’d tear every page, ripping it to shreds

- He’d lost almost half of his book collection in only a month because he managed to see MC in everything.

- Blames himself and tries to get to the Celestial Realm but is stopped by Diavolo and Lucifer

- After he had been in his room for about a week or so with no sign of even moving from his bed, Lucifer let himself in which pissed of the avatar of wrath

- Lucifer said nothing but looked in his eyes before simply saying the blonds name, before hugging him

- For the first time since he was a young boy, Satan let Lucifer hold him as he wailed and sobbed, venting and letting his eldest brother guide him through it all

- Why did he let MC storm off when he was letting that succubus flirt with him?

- If he had just told to succubus to go away cuz he was with MC they’d still be alive, they wouldn’t have died in such a painful way.

- When he heard a scream he turned around and froze as he saw MC, sword entering their chest and exiting between their shoulder blades

- He panicked and rushed to them, looking the angel responsible in the eyes so he could have him wait for when Asmodeus felt ready to kill him

- When MC gave him a soft smile and touched his cheek with their bloody hand, he held it against his face and cried screaming for help and texting and calling Lucifer like crazy

- When he felt their hand go limp he stopped everything

- He looked down and saw their once lively eyes looking at the sky above them, with no soul behind them, just an empty shell of the only person to ever fall in love with him for reasons other than sex, money, and power.

- He couldn’t look away, he just stared at them in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks as Lucifer and Diavolo arrived, both gasping as they saw Asmodeus covered in MC’s blood.

- Asmodeus dropped his skin care routines, rivaling Belphie’s title as the avatar of sloth as he slept day and night, no longer wanting to be awake with MC

- Why did his father have to take away the one wholesome thing he had? Why was his father so desperate to ruin things for his six surviving sons and Satan

- One day he suddenly jumps back into his old self, smiling and flirting like nothing was wrong, but everyone knew he was still completely broken up inside

- He brings home a new partner every night, each one resembling MC in some way shape or form, because he knows he can’t have them anymore, but he doesn’t want to think about that

- He just wants to embrace his sins and distract himself from any lingering thoughts of MC with strangers

- How could be be so reckless? He knows he shouldn’t leave MC alone in public places but when he saw a hotdog cart he couldn’t help but dash for it with all his speed

- As he was ordering everything the cart had he heard screams behind him

- He looked back and felt his blood run cold as he saw MC’s body on the ground, blood pouring out of their neck and an angel covered in blood flying away

- That angel would get his punishment later, right now he has to tend to MC

- He desperately tries to get them to respond to him, the only response he ever receives is MC’s final gurgled breaths, as they looked at him with terror in their eyes that slowly disappeared as their body shut down, unable to keep going

- and he roared, demon form coming out at he flew off into the sky, chasing the angel that was considerably slower than him

- When he reached them he bit into their shoulder before devouring them completely, making sure they suffered ten times as much as MC had in their final moments

- Without a second thought he flies towards the Demon Lords castle in a rage

- As he knocks down the doors he manages to knock out several guards who were watching the castle diligently as Diavolo and Barbatos had immediately left to go find MC and Beel

- Beel went to the Portals that allowed them to travel between realms, and charged into the Celestial realm, killing multiple angels on his way to God

- He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Just because he rules over the entire universe doesn’t mean he can take everything away from Beel. He can’t keep losing the most important people in his life, it wasn’t fair

- When he fought his way into God’s throne room, facing him for the first time in several millennia he raged immediately pouncing at his father only to be struck down.

- The fight kept going until Diavolo and Lucifer had arrived to take the giant redhead back to the Devildom, Lucifer nearly killing God himself when he saw how hurt his younger brother was.

- He refuses to eat for a very long time, feeling he deserved to be in pain because he was the reason behind both Lilith and MC’s gruesome deaths

- He only eats when it starts to hurt Belphie a lot as well, but he hates it, he feels unworthy

(Simeon Simps beware)

- He wishes he could unhear it. The sound of MC beside him in bed, screaming as a sword entered their chest, gasping for air but failing to find it.

- Why didn’t he wake up to the intruder? How could he just let an angel deliver MC the same fate they had nearly recieved by himself.

- He didn’t chase after the intruder, instead screaming for his brothers’ help, staying with MC comforting them and trying to urge them to keep breathing.

- “Belphie,” “Mc, save your breath you’ll be okay I promise!” “I’m sleepy, Belphie....I’m.. Gonna nap here with you,”

- He stared at them like they were crazy, but deep down he knew this was their way of having one last happy moment with him. He nodded and held them, avoiding the area where the wound was and crying as he held onto them, feeling the last of their breaths and the life leave their body

- He turned into his demon form. He sees it now

- He shouldn’t have been hating humans, no, they weren’t to blame at all.

- It was the angels, they were the ones who kept taking away his loved ones. They were the ones who needed to pay.

- When everybody had gathered in the room, mourning MC’s departure, Belphie looked up and saw Simeon crying while trying to push Luke away from the bloody scene

- Belphie lunged at Simeon pushing him down before reaching his claws into the Angel’s throat, ripping it out as Luke and the others watched in terror

- Diavolo locked Belphie away for killing the angel and Belphie felt not an ounce of regret.

- Now father will feel the pain of losing someone so special, since he knew Simeon was one of his favorite angels

- Whichever guard allowed an angel to sneak by with a weapon is to be beheaded

- This was supposed to be a nice elegant ball with MC as the prince’s date

- But he turned to face a noble man to talk for a moment when he felt MC grip suddenly tighten harshly on his hand, and when he turned he was mortified to see a knife in their chest and an angel fleeing as quickly as possible

- Diavolo goes on a rampage, chasing the angel before ripping his head off with his bare hands

- He held MC’s body and cried for hours, begging Barbatos to bring them back in time again to save themselves once more from the cruel death they’d been forced to have

- He decided to hell with the Celestial realm, only the humans and Devildom shall be united, God had taken things too far with MC’s death

- He sent troops to the celestial realm and offered the seven demon brothers a second chance at taking down their dad, but with him and his army on their side this time

- When he does eventually rampage his way to god the battle is intense and nearly destroys all three realms, Diavolo was desperate to avenge MC and came very close to killing god with his bare hands

- He had done so much to prevent this. He’d known this future was a possibility so he tried to stop it from becoming the reality he’d lived in

- Where did he mess up? Why was MC’s throat slit right before his eyes?

- His usual poker face or sly smirk was nowhere to be seen as he cried on Diavolo’s shoulder, and Diavolo was happy that Barbatos allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, but saddened to see what had caused it

- Barbatos constantly blames himself, and whenever anyone suggest traveling to an alternate universe where they survived, he’d say no because that wasn’t his MC and he didn’t want to take them away from their version of him

- He never was vulnerable around anyone ever again

- He also nearly scrubbed every inch of the castle into oblivion, trying so hard to distract himself with cleaning, but no amount of chores could keep his mind away from MC

- When Diavolo suggests that they go to war with the Celestial realm, Barbatos is quick to agree.

- “I’m right behind you my lord, I trust you to guide us to victory,”

- When fighting he came face to face with the angel responsible for killing MC and he made his death slow and painful and forced him to watch his friends and family get slaughtered by the Devildom troops

- No no no

- Surely he had a pact with someone who could fix this

- He is panicking and can’t think of a single demon that could heal a wound as big as MC’s

- He’s sobbing and holding them, wailing and mourning the loss of the only other human to understand and love him

- He was angry, but he knew he couldn’t take on God

- He was moved into the house of lamentation because his anger towards the Celestial realm put the exchange angels in danger

- Asmo ends up trying to cheer him up, trying desperately to get his best friend and pact holder back

- He ends up researching spells to revive them, to no avail

- But he never gives up and Asmodeus and Satan remind him that MC wouldn’t want him to be acting this irrational and wouldn’t want to be revived for a second time

- He eventual realizes all that and gives up his search and just lets himself be sad

- Why? Why would he do this.

- He cries, desperate to find reason in God’s action, very focused on keeping his status as an angel and not fall

- But back in the Celestial Realm, Michael brings up MC’s assassination and Simeon loses all composure and tries to kill Michael, angry that he ever trusted him so much

- MC was an innocent human with no control over their lineage, they were happy, they had hope and were going to do great things, so why?

- Why did God kill an innocent human? He does not understand

- As the battle between Simeon and Michael comes to an end, Simeon is pushed out of the Celestial realm

- His wings blackening, horns sprouting from underneath his shattering halo, teeth growing sharp and the aura surrounding him becoming demonic

- He fell from grace

- He lives with the brothers for the rest of eternity, all mourning MC occasionally and making up ideas on how they could finally bring justice to MC and Lilith’s names

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: dead dove: do not eat, heavily implied rape, gross misuse of a pact, dissociation victim blaming

Summary: not all pact masters use their pacts judiciously or in a positive way. What happens when a pact is misused in one of the worst ways possible?

A/N: so a while back I did a comic by the name of ‘Meet Me Under the Azaleas’ I’m no longer happy with the writing I put into it originally so I wanted to rewrite it using the same plot line and adding some extra scenes that weren’t in the original comic which I’ll be taking down tonight. It should work better as a fic anyway.

Chapter 1

“You are ours. We own you.”

Those words rang in his head over and over as he stumbled his way into his room, overstimulated, exhausted- a mess. He knew it was a mistake to answer the call of those witches tonight. The thoughts of what they did, how their hands ran over his body, what they had taken away. It made his stomach churn and tie itself in knots with guilt and shame. It burned just the same as the rope marks on his wrists and ankles- wounds that would heal within the hour.

“You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone- this we command of you, Avatar of Greed.”

Those women -no, they were monsters- abused the innate trust that comes with a demon who enters a pact with a human, multiple in this case. They had violated the boundaries he’d put in place the day he started dating his human. Oh God, what would she think if word ever got out? He had no way of speaking out- to scream the truth until his voice was raw.

He needed to shower, to get the stench of sex and sweat off of him. He had to get their scent off of him. As he entered the bathroom, Mammon tore off his clothes as he started the water. The lights remained off as he couldn’t bare to look at himself after what happened. Not after how he just let them use him like that.

He stepped under the boiling water and just let it run against him. The falling water did nothing to drown out the deafening voices running rampant in his mind.

“Disgusting!” They roared, “Useless! Pathetic! Weak! Whore! ….. Scum!”

He falls to the floor of his shower, hands gripping at his hair as he let out a whimper that eventually turned into quiet sobs. The steamy air making it harder to breathe. Why didn’t he fight against them harder- against their orders. No, he just laid there and took it.

He grabbed the soap and a wash rag and scrubbed his body until every bit of him was raw and even then he wouldn’t stop. It was only when he saw the blood swirling around the drain that Mammon realized what he was doing to himself- how bad the water burned the exposed skin. It felt like hellfire raining down upon him.

He felt horrible as he reached up and switched the water off. He could still hear it in his head as he reached for a towel- all the crying, screaming, begging for them to stop.

He was a pathetic, sorry excuse of a demon, he thinks as he wraps the towel around his waist and travels down the his stairs quietly. It’s early morning now. There was only a few hours left before he would have wake up for school. He contemplated just skipping the entire day. There would be know way he’d be able to function. He could always say he feels sick- its not that far from the truth. He would decide in a few hours, he thought as he crawled into bed. It didn’t take long for her to move closer to him. His naturally warmer body temperature was what drew her to him. His body involuntarily tensing as she nuzzled into his chest, arms slipping around his body. He would only tuck her head under his chin and drape and arm over her side as he let the scent of her shampoo relax him enough to fall into a light sleep.

After a short while, someone's alarm blared among the sheets- whether it his or Arella's, he couldn't be sure. Mammon patted around for the offending phone, just wanting to get five more minutes of shut eye. He eventually succeeded but not without waking his partner.

"Morning, Love," Arella sighed, her voice still laced with the grogginess of sleep.

"Mornin', Treasure," The demon yawns as he curls back up, pulling her closer to his chest. "Sleep well?"

"I did. What time you get back last night?" Arella's voice is soft as her hand slides under his shirt, rubbing gently along his side.

"5 this mornin'." He says as he tries to hide the way his body recoils from her touch, a pang of guilt strikes his heart as she notices. "Sorry... 'm not really feelin' all that great right now..."

"No, that's alright." She removes her hand from his side, choosing instead to rest it against his cheek as she readjusts herself so she's eye-level with him on the pillow. "How selfish of those witches to keep you out so late on a school night..." Its at this point she notices the puffiness and how red his eyes are. "You look like you've been crying... Is everything alright?"

He just shakes his head. Mammon wants so badly to tell her what happened to him the night before- the real reason he got home so late, but unsurprisingly, no words come out. He just closes his eyes, letting himself relax under her gentle touch. "I'm jus' really tired s'all."

"I believe it. You only got a hour and a half's worth of sleep. Would you like to just stay home all day, just the two of us?" Arella moves him so he's resting with his head on her chest.

"That's sounds.... nice," he hums quietly, so close to falling back into the clutches of sleep.

"Alright then. Go on and go back to sleep," She kisses the top of his head, carding her fingers through the soft, fluffy locks the other hand rubbing small circles in the center of his back. "I've got you."

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This carried on for months. The witches would summon him and as long as he complied with their wishes, they would hold his secret. By the third time, he would check out- let his mind escape to anywhere but the present until it was over. It became a vicious cycle. They would call, he would go to them, and then he would crawl into his bed for maybe an hour or two before forcing himself to get up for classes that he often fell asleep in. After the tenth, once they had finished with him, he asked why they were doing this and they told him.

“We desire something to bind you to us for the rest of our lives.”

“A child.”

The demon’s eyes widened at that. Never in his life had he been so opposed to the idea of having children. In fact, just before all of this happened he had been daydreaming about what his children with Arella would look like if they were ever so fortunate to have any but a child with one of the witches? It made him sick. A half-demon born from a demon of his status had a high probability of killing its mother- one who he would then have to raise. How could he explain that to his brothers- to Arella? The very thought filled him with dread. How could he ever bring himself to care for a child conceived from a crime? A child that would always be nothing but a constant reminder of the worst nights of his life. They didn’t deserve a life like that.

And so Mammon did the only thing he could think to do: he fled. He ran back to the Devildom, back to House of Lamentation as fast a his legs would carry him. He crashed through the doors of the house. Never had he been so greatful to be the first one home. As he climbed the steps up to his room he vowed to himself never again. He wouldn’t give them what they wanted, consequences be damned.

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It had been six months since his last encounter with the witches. There was nothing on their end- absolute radio silence. Part of Mammon wondered if they'd gotten what they wanted from him after all. Everyday was filled with the anxiety of not knowing. His nightmares had gotten worse. Most of them were based around those nights he'd spent with them, others involved everyone finding out a one-sided version of what had happened, all spun in the favor of the witches. He dreamed of Arella leaving him, heart-broken from the implication that he would stray from her and running into the arms of one of his brothers. The worst ones- the ones he would wake up from covered in a cold sweat in the dead of night- consisted of him standing in the witches' home, the sounds of screaming, the smell of blood, the piercing first cries somewhere between the call of a demon and the screams of a human baby infecting his senses. It all felt too real. It felt like a crushing weight on his chest.

Over this time, Mammon had grown distant from both his brothers and Arella, hardly spending anytime with them. He fell apart. The grades he worked so hard to pull up had taken a nose dive, he was hardly eating- choosing only to consume just barely enough to sustain himself. He no longer slept for fear of the nightmares and he instead threw himself into side jobs that would keep him out of the house well passed curfew as well as earn him plentiful amounts of grimm. He couldn't go on like this much longer.

Everyone was worried for him. None of them had ever seen the Avatar of Greed in this manner and the gradual change in his demeanor alarmed them. Despite everyone’s best attempts, Mammon hardly smiled anymore. He just simply didn't seem to enjoy all of the things he once did. They all knew something was wrong but when asked the white haired demon would shrug it off, say he was fine when he very obviously was not. Everything came to a head the night Mammon collapsed, finally falling victim to exhaustion and hunger.

It was after this that Lucifer called the family to a meeting while Arella sat with Mammon in his room as he slept fitfully.

"What do we do, Lucifer?" Asmo seemed distraught with fear. "Our brother is suffering from something and we don't even know where to start in trying to help him."

"We have to get him to talk somehow," Satan quipped, "Perhaps Arella can-"

"If this were any other situation, I would suggest it but right now, I don't think that's a very wise move. If she forces him to talk it could very well damage the bond they share." For the first time in thousands of years, Lucifer didn't know what to do. Whatever was causing this shift in personality was eating away at Mammon. "We'll try to think of a way to fix this- to find out what happened to our dear brother. So let's start at the beginning of all of this. What do we know about what he was doing before this happened?"

"Well, Levi started, "He was getting called up by those witch sisters with more and more frequently. I heard him come home super late- like early morning hours late..."

"And after that is when he practically stopped eating." Beel chimed in.

"And he was having nightmares almost nightly, afterwards." Belphie nodded. "I did my best with my powers to look into them but there were so many mental blocks that he subconsciously put up, I couldn't see or hear anything very well and what I could see didn't make a whole lot of sense. They weren't very clear, but they had something to do with the witches... and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt associated with them."

"Then obviously something happened while he was with them," Satan said, brow furrowed. "But what that may be, we won't know until he talks."

"Asmo, I see the look on your face." Lucifer called out to the Avatar of Lust. "Is there something, you'd like share with the group?"

Everyone's eyes were locked onto Asmodeus as the demon sat with a contemplative look on his face. He was very slowly starting to piece together what had been going on.

"Not yet, but I may have a hunch." He finally said. "Mammon has a pact with these women, correct?"

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the-night-before-we-met · 3 years

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I feel like shit<3

so wrote this and I don't feel any better but I hope one of y'all will do

This is a NSFW Lucifer x fem!MC

you have been warned

His deep low laugh shocked your world, making you step back.

You were trying to make Lucifer laugh with jokes from earth. Looks like someone is into dark humour. His eyes pierced through you as he slowly sat up from his seat in his office "I guess I shall repay you for making me quiet the show "

"you don't have to repay me, seeing you happy is enough" Feeling content with your progress you didn't want to push the boundaries "I insist Mc"

the look in his eyes. Lust. But you turned around on your heels reaching for the door "I think I overstayed my due" Lucifer quickly held the door closed as he pinned you to it. "don't leave so soon, you didn't even hear my offer"

It was hard to say no when he made a slight pout. Never did anyone see him pout except for you. "Your offer for what?" By now you reached a hand to caress his cheek.

His expression quickly changed back to a smirk "well, you want a pact with me but I also want something" Lucifer leaned closer to your ear as you left your hand drop from his face. Your cheek heated up, as you averted eye contact. "I want you to belong to me"

His voice dropped, just like the juices dropped on your panties "Luci I don't think-"

"Luci? How cute of you to call me that"

You mewled as his hand reached to play with the hem of your cropped top. Cursing at yourself for deciding to wear leggings and a cropped top in the house you tried to pry his hand away "Luci, please, I don't have a bra on.."

Your breath stopped in your throat at the sinfull look on Lucifer's face "perhaps I should take you lengerie shopping"

His hand rubbed your side as he waited for your answer "I hope you acknowledge that if I agree to this is not because of the pact, right?" Your eyes flickered from the floor into his own "Ah, then I feel flattered you feel so highly of me"

Leading you to his bed and making you sit on his lap was an easy task "How could I not idolise you? you're wonderful Lucifer" Your genuine smile melted his heart before he softly spoke

"I'll give you everything you want tonight, I feel quite generous" With that he kissed you, again and again until you needed more than a 5 second break to catch your breath "can I mark you? I'd be very pleased to see my mark on you"

"your wish shall be granted" Your soft laughs mixed with the moans caused by Lucifer nipping at your skin echoed in the room, intoxicating the demon.

"You're wonderful full Mc" His praises always sent shivers down your spine, it made you feel so loved and wanted.

By now the demon of pride had hugged your waist as his head was securely tucked under your shirt and between your boobs. "This is where I want my sigil to go, so people can only see it when you wear revealing clothing, which you don't do often"

His chuckle was guttural, deep and full, it made your heart flutter "Anything you desire, I belong to you after all" His eyes lit up at your words, he looked almost like a lost puppy when he pulled from under your shirt to look at you "did you actually mean that?" his voice was unsure, almost unbelievably so that it made your heart crack a bit.

Of course he'd have trust issues, demons can't be trusted even as a demon yourself. "of course darling, I chose you to take me and make me yours, if I was interested in someone else I wouldn't have wasted a second on telling you jokes"

Lucifer smiled as he went back to kissing you, now making sure to discard of your leggings and panties.

It felt weird, him fully covered in clothes as you only had the cropped top left on your body "Lucifer, your clothes" You murmured against his lips. Soon his attention turned to himself, discarding of his tie.

You managed to undo some buttons on his blouse before your hands dropped to his pants. A soft gasp left your lips as you stopped kissing him, your hips moving upwards, away from his pants. "I'm sorry, I got your pants dirty. I'll wash-"

The harsh movement of his hands moving you back down made you yelp "I have other pairs, plus it's cute how wet you got from me"

Lucifer's words were laced with need as he moved a hand between your legs. His thumb rubbing over your clit as he took his pants off.

"You can lift your hips now" it was a simple command, yet it turned you on further. With enough space now the demon discarded of his briefs as well. His cock was swollen and hard, standing up with a slight curve.

As you reached to take your shirt off Lucifer stopped you "leave it on, I like how you look right now" You nodded rather slowly before leaning to kiss him again.

His hand moved back in it's place, only difference that his fingers were plugged inside you, stretching you out in a rather delightful way.

"Lucifer~" The moan escaped, being swallowed by the demons mouth "I didn't even put it in and you're already a mess"

"Your mess" The breathless correction made the demon proud, with a wet sound his fingers escaped your heat only to be replaced by his cock. It fit you perfectly, touching your very core. "Oh fuck" It was you who cursed, Lucifer was grinding against you, making his cock move just enough to drive you crazy.

Your hands caressed over his shoulders, up to the nape on his neck. Fingers skillfully massaging his scalp, you knew the action calmed him when he was stressed. His movements got less heractic allowing you to ride him slowly.

Lucifer was rubbing his neck against yours, scenting your skin, marking you further. His eyes were blurry with lust as his fingers dug deliciously in your hips. "Mc~" The unexpected moan left his lips. With a swift move he was now on top of you.

Looking up at him with a soft smile was not what he expected, the feeling of your legs moving and warping themselves around his waist. You gave yourself so willingly to him, for him and not for his powers or status.

He leaned down to your ear as he thrusted into you. You wouldn't think you'd see the day when the demon of pride would whine and moan your name but there you were.

Your mind was a mess as all you could do was let out silent moans and squeaky breaths. It was so much to take in and feel, Lucifer didn't help with how lewd the sounds he made were.

This was a dream, this had to be a dream. You were expecting to feel the pleasure fade away as you woke up. But it never happened. Everything was real, Lucifer was actually making love to you and only you.

"Lucy~" The broken moan echoed in the room, your feelings getting mixed with the arousal as tears pricked at your eyes. His movements got a lot faster and with that your grip on his hair and back got tighter.

Both you nearing the so wanted and needed release, a mixture of happiness and bashfulness as you heard the demon speak "Say it with me, that you make a pact with me."

He looked like a wreck, sweat running down his body, hair stuck to his forehead, bite marks on his neck from you trying to keep your sounds at bay and a slight blush dusting his features "L-Lucifer first born of the b-brothers-"

A moan interrupted you before you continued "the demon of pride.. I call u-upon you to- fuck! - m-make a pact with m-me!" The more you spoke the louder the words became, almost screaming the last part. "I shall grant you the wish"

Oh god, you never thought you'd release all over his cock while you got impaled with his mark. It was a new sensation that shook you to the core, leaving your mouth wide open without any sound coming out as your body trembled.

"Lucifer!" You gasped feeling him shoot his seed inside you. Say you were exhausted was an understatement. Your arms fell you your sides as you tried to catch your breath.

You closed your eyes as he moved out of you, feeling the bed shift as he reached down for his shirt. He carefully whipped you until you grabbed his wrist. "Quit dirtying your clothes"

He smirked shaking your hand away, by now you opened your eyes to glare at him. "I'm just getting your scent in them" The proud demon said with a smirk.

Taken aback you averted eye contact, too embarrassed to glare at him anymore. He glide his hands to your cropped top, gently taking it off and discarding of it on the floor.

Lucifer run his thumb over the sigil that now rested between your breast "You look good with my sigil on you, though is sad it will disappear"

#obey me #obey me headcanons #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer obey me #mc obey me #lucifer x mc

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on-maars · 3 years

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Wonder

Just a soft lil thing I wrote in one sitting, hope you’ll like it.

Read it on AO3.

The Grant-Nash household is loud. Louder than usual, that is. Conversations flow smoothly, moving from one topic to the next rapidly. That makes Eddie smile. The last few months were quite the challenge, in every way, for everyone.

Whether it be Athena and Bobby’s marriage hanging on by a thread, Maddie suffering from postpartum depression, Karen and Hen getting used to Nia’s absence, it was enough for everyone to feel a bit under pressure, feel overwhelmed, afflicted, weighed down.

And there was also that day. That particular day. Still on Eddie’s mind, all the time. No matter how hard the people surrounding him try to forget about the whole thing.

There seems to be a common agreement between all his colleagues, all his friends. A silent promise everyone made to each other. A pact. That day’s here and it happened but god forbid we dare to acknowledge it.

And Eddie gets it. That day was a living hell. It was traumatic. For him, for Buck, and for Christopher. And don’t get him wrong he doesn’t particularly like to be reminded of that day either, doesn’t particularly like to mention it, let alone talk about it. But sometimes he wishes he could. Sometimes he wishes he had that possibility.

But he doesn’t. He knows he doesn’t.

He tried.

He tried bringing up the topic in the conversations. He tried making a few innuendos here and there, hoping Buck would catch up. He tried being patient, let his friend heal first. In vain. And Eddie knows Buck and him are not really the type to sit down and talk about their feelings, hell good communications skills don’t exactly run in his family either but he knows how to make an effort every now and then. He learned it the hard way. Raising a kid on your own doesn’t exactly give you a choice in the matter.

And yet, Eddie still smiles. Because they’re here now. They’re alive. Celebrating.

Bobby’s here, talking with Michael with hushed voices, David standing a few feet away with Albert, keeping a close watch on the barbecue while glancing at the two of them with what Eddie can only guess is an exasperated expression painted all over his face.

Hen, Karen and Athena are both seated at the table, seemingly engaged in a very lively conversation. Chimney is resting on a nearby chair, a very fast asleep Jee-Yun in his arms, both of them being subject to a series of pictures taken by May.

And then there’s Buck, sprawled on the grass, Christopher, Harry and Denny by his side, all laughing to tears. This brings a smile to Eddie’s lips.

“So I heard my brother wasn’t exactly planning on leaving you guys anytime soon?” Maddie asks next to him. “From what Albert told Chim, he’s got the loft all by himself for at least two months.”

Eddie chuckles and looks down at his hands, his cheeks turning red. There’s an implicit question behind Maddie’s words, an implicit question waiting to be answered. It’s not the first time Eddie has to face these hidden allusions from Maddie and as his eyes are being drawn to Buck once again, he realizes he doesn’t really mind.

“Yeah, he- he’s staying put.” Eddie admits. “After… After everything that happened, I think we all needed to-” He starts, but marks a pause. “Christopher needed him there.”

“Christopher’s the only one who needed him there?” Maddie asks and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat.

He shouldn’t be surprised, though. After all, Eddie hid his true feelings behind his son countless times in the past but it’s the first time he’s actually being confronted about it. It’s easy, hiding himself behind Christopher. It’s comfortable. And it makes him look like a great dad while really his son is just a thousand times braver than he ever will be. That’s not a secret to anyone.

Still, he finds himself saying:

“No.” Maddie looks up at him, smiling softly. “No, I needed him there as well.” Eddie finally admits. “I needed him to stay.” He adds. “I’ll always need him to stay.” He says more specifically, averting his eyes.

“Does he know?” She asks.

“That I want him to stay?” Eddie darts his eyes towards her but only for a second. He looks away just as fast. “Yeah. Yeah I think I made that pretty clear.” He chuckles, thinking back of all the times he had to physically drag Buck away from the front door, making it clear that he’s not “overstaying his welcome” or whatever Buck’s got stuck in his mind.

“No, I mean-” Maddie’s eyes shuttle back and forth on Eddie’s face, as if battling whether to be upfront or leave the conversation hanging. Eventually, she sighs, takes a deep breath and adds, without batting an eye: “Does he know you’re in love with him?”

Eddie blinks a few times, opening his mouth to say something but closing it the next second. There’s no need to deny it – he thinks. Not after this past few months, not after what happened. Not after that day. There’s no need to deny it because his love for Buck, once so quiet, so cautious, so calm, is now so big, so vibrant, Eddie might as well take his heart and put it on a plate for everyone to see.

“I- I’m not sure.” He says and his eyes are drawn to Buck once again. His best-friend is still seated on the grass but this time he's holding his niece in his arms, Christopher is touching her hands very carefully, like he’s afraid she might break. Buck looks up at Eddie and for a few seconds, their eyes meet. Buck has that soft expression on his face, that soft expression only reserved to the two most important people in his life. And Eddie smiles, because how can he not?

“He must know.” He convinces himself out loud. “There’s no way he doesn’t kn-”

“Did you tell him?” Maddie insists. “Did you tell him these exact same words?” She asks. “Did you tell him to his face?”

“No.” Eddie admits.

“Then he doesn’t know.” She says. “Eddie, it doesn’t matter how many signs you throw at him. It doesn’t matter if you think there’s no need to say anything because he’s got to be blind not to see it. It doesn’t matter because at the end of the day it’s Buck we’re talking about, it’s my baby brother and you and I both know he’s not going to let himself believe it until there’s not a single doubt in his mind that this is what’s happening, that you’re in it just as much as he is.”

“I-” Eddie starts but looks down, biting his lower lip. “I know.”

“And unless you tell him to his face that you’re in love with him then-”

“Then, the doubts won’t stop.” Eddie finishes for her, his eyes still fixated on Buck as a small sigh escapes his lips.

“The doubts won’t stop.” Maddie agrees.

“It’s just-” Eddie’s hand fidgets with his keys in his jean’s pocket, nervously. “The way he loves. It’s always so…”

“Loud?” Maddie offers and Eddie huffs out a laugh.

He nods. “Yeah. Loud. And- and carefree. And you know, I- it's a good thing. I mean I’ve always-” He starts, and sighs, closing his eyes fiercely. “It’s a good thing.” He repeats. “But you’d think he has it all figured out.” He says, his eyes catching Buck’s gaze once again. He seems tired. Eddie can see it by the way his lips stretch up at the edges in an effort to smile but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But it’s mostly the dark rings under his eyes that leads Eddie in the right direction. Buck thinks the others can’t see them, he thinks he can conceal them by acting overly excited, overly cheerful, and maybe it goes unnoticed by the others but not to Eddie. Never to Eddie.

“He has a big heart.” Maddie eventually says, following Eddie’s gaze until her own eyes are fixed on her little brother. “People often mistake it for over-confidence.” She adds. “But the truth is that he’s as terrified as you are. Maybe more.” She marks a pause. “Probably more.”

Eddie nods to himself, his smile getting bigger when he sees Buck standing up straight, crossing the few meters separating him from Eddie and Maddie. He lets himself fall on the chair with a heavy thud, raising his eyes towards Eddie, his smile always so soft, always so gentle. Eddie wants to embrace him and kiss him senseless.

“Hey.” Buck’s voice is hesitant. “Huh Chris asked me if he could stay the night here with Harry and Denny. I said yes. I thought- although I guess I- I guess I should maybe have checked with you first, I’m sor-”

“It’s fine.” Eddie smiles.

“You sure? Because I can-”

“Evan.” Eddie cuts in, and the effect is immediate. Like it always is when he uses Buck’s real name. He whirls his head around and looks at him with a mixture of disbelief and confusion in his eyes. Eddie thinks he can see some traces of hope in there, too.

“Didn’t know you had the Evan privileges.” Maddie teases and Buck looks down at his hands with a sheepish smile, blinking a few times like he can’t quite believe it himself.

“Wanna go back home?” Eddie asks. “I’m beat.” He says. It’s a lie. He’s feeling great, and he could probably stay there for a few more hours if he wanted, but that’s not Buck’s case. That’s not Buck’s case and his best-friend is just too damn selfless to say it and would probably be ready to fall asleep on that chair if it meant Eddie was having a good time.

“Oh yeah we can… We can go home.”

They say goodbye to everyone and head out, not before Eddie makes Christopher promise to behave and not give Athena and Bobby too much trouble. He holds him against him for a while, kissing his head and his heart flutters when he sees Buck hugs him just as tight the next second.

When they get to the car, Buck is nervous, his head is resting on the window and his eyes are glancing to Eddie from time to time, his eyebrows squint in concentration, just like when he’s searching the answer to one of Christopher’s math exercise. It’s never a good sign. Eddie knows him well enough to understand that Buck is on the verge of falling into one of these overthinking traps that always seem to be on the lookout for the next opportunity to invade his best-friend’s mind.

The car drive is silent, the atmosphere filled with a sense of irresolution no one dares to question. And Eddie knows all too well that now is probably not the best time to have that conversation, not while driving, not while Buck is in that state. But Maddie’s words are stuck in his head since they left that house and if he doesn’t acknowledge the elephant in the room now, he’s afraid it might take him another two months to have the guts to say it.

“You do know I’m in love with you, right?” He blurts out and Buck whirls his head around so fast Eddie’s afraid he might break his neck. He seems surprised. His eyes are wide open and his mouth is agape, his eyebrows furrowed, his brain probably working too fast for his head to catch up.

“I-” He starts but his voice dies in his throat. “I didn’t- I mean I wasn’t- I wasn’t sure.” Buck stutters, blinking a few times.

“Well, I am.” Eddie says, pretending to be calm about it all while really, his hands hold the wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

“I just-” Buck says, and stays silent for a few seconds to gather his thoughts. “Ever since that day, there were- there were times when I thought that maybe you- But I couldn’t be sure. And you never- you never spoke of it and I-”

“I never spoke of it because you never let me, Buck.” Eddie marks a pause, but speaks again just as fast when he sees the flash of guilt crossing his friend’s eyes. “I don’t blame you.” He reassures him. “I’ve been in your position countless times in the past to know that that day must have been as traumatic for you as it was for me. Maybe even more, I mean I- I was asleep the whole time, after all. You were the one who had to-” Eddie pauses when he sees Buck’s face suddenly contorted with excruciating pain – agony, even – but he pushes through it all the same. “You were the one who had to deal with everything.”

“Eddie, I-”

Eddie bites his lower lip when he sees his best-friend’s eyes already filled with tears.

“Buck, you saved me.” Eddie says, his voice determined.

“No I-” Buck shakes his head. “I let you down.”

“You saved me.” Eddie repeats, with even more vigor. “Evan.” He says. “Look at me.” He adds, glancing at Buck, knowing he now has his full attention. The blue eyes staring back at him are filled with pain, agony, and Eddie knows his friend is back there again, in the streets, watching him bleed to death in front of him.

“I didn’t-” Buck starts and suddenly tears are rolling down his cheeks and his lips are shaking and his shoulders slump alarmingly as ugly sobs start racking his body. He presses his hand through his eyes, as if to hide himself from his best-friend but the noise coming from his mouth is desperate and angry and broken and Eddie doesn’t waste anytime to park his car on the roadside. “You were dead, Eds.”

“Buck.” Eddie breathes. “I wasn’t- you saved me alright?”

“No Eds, you don’t understand, alright? You were dead. You died . In that ambulance. I- I was telling you to hold on but you- you died. For a few seconds Eddie, you- you were dead. You were gone. I thought I had lost you and I couldn’t- I couldn’t-” Another sob racks his body and Eddie wraps his arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer. Buck hides his face on his chest and Eddie holds him close as he cries, his entire body shaking from exhaustion, from all the pressure he contained during this past few months.

“You never told me that.” He eventually says, his own voice shaking.

“Didn’t want to go back there.” Buck answers and his voice is so small Eddie just holds him a little closer, a little tighter, his right hand running through his blonde locks. He presses a small kiss to his head and closes his eyes, letting his forehead rest against his hair. "You were fine and I wanted - I needed - to focus on that."

“I love you.” Eddie tells him. “Buck, how can you think you let me down while you’re literally the only reason I’m sitting in this car next to you? You saved me. You took care of my son. You took care of me . Even when I was being a whiny little shit.” Eddie smiles when a small laugh escapes Buck’s lips. “You did so good. You always do.”

“Wasn’t easy.” Buck teases him but his voice still betrays his true feelings.

“And yet, you stayed.” Eddie reminds him.

“Yeah well…” Buck answers like it’s not a big deal. “Where- where else would I go?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh and presses his lips on Buck’s shoulder when this one buries his face in the crook of his neck, still trying to catch his breath.

“Move in with us.” Eddie finds himself blurting out, causing Buck to sit straight once again, watching him with a bewildered expression on his face. “I mean it.”

“I- what- what about Chris?” Buck asks because of course that’s the first thought that crosses his mind. His son’s well-being.

“What about him?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t- maybe he doesn’t want me there all the time.” Buck starts and frowns when Eddie huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, right.” Eddie answers, unimpressed. “That kid would probably kill me if I ever let you go back to your loft and you know it.” He adds. “He adores you, Buck.”

Buck’s eyes dart towards him, his shy and sheepish smile stretching up his lips.

“What about you? Do you want me there?” Buck asks, hesitant.

“Buck I’m the one who asked.” Eddie says. “You’re practically already living with us anyway. Wouldn’t change a single thing. Except that you- well you definitely wouldn’t sleep in the spare room anymore.”

“But I wouldn’t-”

“Buck, can you please stop finding excuses and say yes already?” Eddie asks, exasperated. He still places his right hand behind his neck though, and looks at him dead in the eye when he says these next few words. “I want you there with us. All the time. Every day.”

“Alright.” Buck eventually says. “I- I’ll stay.” He adds.

“Good.” Eddie smiles, and when Buck’s eyes dart towards his lips for just a second, he doesn’t waste any time and crash their lips together in a gentle, soft kiss, tasting Buck’s tears.

“I- I love you too.” Buck says after a few minutes. “I just- just realized I still haven’t said it back.”

“You didn’t have to.” Eddie answers. “I already knew.”

Buck smiles a bit more, but another serious look crosses his face as he bites his lower lip.

“Thank you.” And Eddie heard these words a thousand times before from Buck’s mouth but in that particular moment, they seem to hold more meaning that he can possibly imagine. “For saying it first.”

Eddie intertwines their fingers together and presses a small kiss on Buck’s knuckles, starting the car.

“Anything for you, Evan.” Eddie says and huffs out a small laugh when he hears Buck’s groan resonating in the car. He puts his indicator on and turns his wheel to follow the road back home, his hand still holding Buck’s fingers.

“I-” Buck starts but seems to hesitate. His gaze is stuck on the road, like he’s afraid to meet Eddie’s eyes when he’s going to say these next few words.

“You what?” Eddie encourages him.

“I like it.” Buck says, keeping his voice low. “When you- when you call me Evan.”

“Oh I know.” Eddie teases him.

“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” He asks him, smiling.

“One hundred percent.” Eddie confirms. “Only way to be sure I’ve got your undivided attention.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Buck exclaims, rolling his eyes at him.

“Maybe later.” Eddie raises his eyebrows in a suggested manner and Buck only scoffs, but Eddie can already see his cheeks turning red.

“Alright alright, eyes on the road, Edmundo .” Buck says playfully and Eddie lets out a laugh. “I love you.” These words seem to slip past Buck’s lips of their own accord.

“Love you more.” Eddie instantly retorts.

“Well I loved you first.” Buck answers.

“Bold assumption you make here, Buckley.”

“Let’s hash that out at home.” Buck tells him, resting his head on the window, his voice tired and his eyes closed.

“Alright.” Eddie answers. “But you and I both know I’m gonna win this round.”

Buck huffs out a laugh and catches Eddie’s hand on the gearshift to intertwine their fingers together, the smile not leaving his face.

“Shut up and drive us home, Diaz.”

“Alright.” Eddie answers, pressing another kiss to Buck’s knuckles. “Let's get you home, Evan.”

#9-1-1 #911 #buddie fic #buddie #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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missserpentia-fae · 4 years

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Take Care of Them

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. Also when God is mentioned, I try not to put the word God in case I offend someone so most of the time it’s Him or Father unless I think I’m being repetitive

Also I know in real life, Uriel is female but for the sake of the story and to stay with the fact that it’s an otome game, most of the characters MC meets will be male.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

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

Part 1 / 2

Chapter 3

They opened their eyes and knew immediately that they were back in Purgatory. They turned around to see God but he was accompanied by someone else, an angel. MC stared at the other being in fascination and awe, taking in their appearance. The other divine being stood at 5’7 and was slender with cream skin. He had piercing pale pink eyes and his long, thick, pale red hair was tied into a high ponytail which seemed to be flowing behind him. He was clad in an ivory shirt with long wide sleeves and a pair of leggings, a pair of slipper shoes on his feet and a light brown medium-length jacket was draped on his shoulders. Two-giant glass like wings in the form of an eagle’s wings hung low against his back almost like it was attached to the middle of his back rather than at his shoulder blades.

Just gazing at the angel gave the human a strange sense of love and warmth that seemed much too different than the aura that He was giving off. MC approached the two, God smiling and welcoming the gaping human, “Hello, my child. It’s good to see you again.”

They nodded blankly, still staring in awe at the angel before He introduced the angel, “Let me introduce to you one of the seven Heavenly virtues.”

“Hello, dove.” The angel bowed, taking hold of the human’s hand and placing a kiss against the back of it. The human flushed beautifully as the angel introduced himself, a smile on his handsome face, “I am Uriel, the youngest virtue. I am the Symbol of Chastity.”

The angel straightened up and MC stared up at the angel, “So your counterpart is Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?” The human stated, the statement almost sounding like a question.

Uriel smiled, nodding, “That’s right. Asmodeus was the Symbol of Chastity before I become the Symbol. Ever since the Celestial War and Asmodeus fell, I was appointed.”

The human looked at Him who was just staring at them expectantly. “Do you hate Asmo?” They turned to the angel, their voice quiet almost like they were afraid to offend the angel, “You know, for falling?”

“Hate?” Uriel asked, tilting his head to the side as he thought it over before he shook his head, his pale red hair whipping out behind him from the movement, “Oh. I don’t. I could never hate any of my fallen brothers. I just… I was close with him before he fell. I would even call us best friends.” His smile fell before he continued, his pale pink eyes seemingly staring into the human’s soul, “But he chose to stand by his brothers than to fight for the Celestial Realm. I had no choice but to fight against him. Every day I regret not doing more, I always think I should have done more to guide him back to the correct path but I guess my bond with him was not as strong as his bond with his siblings.”

MC looked thoughtful. Uriel asked, his large eagle-like wings fluttering slightly in curiosity, “How is he? Is he doing well?”

The human nodded before they spoke out enthusiastically. “Yeah. I think he’s enjoying himself. I could do without him being so narcissistic and being very flirtatious towards me but I guess that comes with being the Avatar of Lust.” They giggled to themselves like they were sharing an inside joke before they continued, “He’s still as beautiful as ever if what Simeon says is true. I can understand why he was once called the Jewel of the Heavens.”

Uriel smiled, sharing a fond look with his Father as the human continued with their rant. MC seemed to realize that they were ranting before flushing, embarrassed for getting too out of control, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get off topic.”

Uriel and God seemed to share a conversation with just their eyes before Uriel looked away from Him to look at the human, “I heard you made pacts with my fallen brothers.”

“Oh! I have. Except for Lucifer but that could be because of his pride. He wouldn’t allow some human to have power over him.” MC smiled before getting the shock of their life.

“How would you like to make a covenant with me?”

MC stared up at the angel who was just flashing them a polite smile. They seemed to finally process what was asked, snapping themselves out of their daze before exclaiming, “Wait. What?!”

Uriel chuckled at the look on the human’s face before MC muttered under their breath, their eyes glazing over in thought, “I thought only demons can make pacts with humans. I didn’t know that it was even a possibility that an angel could make pacts as well.”

He piped up which drew MC’s attention away from the angel and their thoughts to Him, “For angels, it is called covenants, not pacts. Angels can make covenants but it’s not something that happens usually, actually it’s very rare for angels to make covenants. For the one reason that you cannot summon an angel like you could do with demons. There isn’t some kind of incantation that allows humans, magical or non-magical, to summon angels. Covenants are much more powerful than pacts.” The human hummed in thought as He continued explaining, “Pacts and covenants are different as well. Pacts appear as tattoos on a human’s body and there is always some kind of give and take relationship between the two. In your pacts with my sons, you were promised protection that didn’t end with your soul being taken when you die. In exchange, you were to provide companionship to the demons you made pacts with. Another is that in pacts, you need magic to call the demons to your side.”

He gestured to the Symbol of Chastity who was watching the human’s expression carefully with his pale pink eyes, “Covenants, on the other hand, appear as rings. The covenant doesn’t have a give and take relationship so you don’t need to worry about needing to give anything to my angels in exchange for their service. You don’t need magic to call on them as well. You only need to kiss the ring of the angel you need to call and they will appear. On the rare occasion that you do get in danger, they can sense your soul’s distress and will come to your side. Ah, you can also call on their powers instead of calling on them but it takes a significant amount of energy to use their angelic abilities especially since you don’t have magic.”

“We can always make the ring appear as simple jewelry to not alert any demons of the covenants." He looked over to towering angel, "However, we cannot hide the rings from my angelic sons. So Simeon and Luke will know immediately that you have made a covenant with an angel."

MC looked thoughtful before nodding, turning their head to stare up at the towering angel, "I would like to make a covenant with you, Uriel."

The Symbol of Chastity allowed a smile to light up his handsome face before he reached into his wings. He plucked a single feather from the bottom of his wings and the human could only watch in fascination as he crushed the feather in his fist. Uriel opened his fist to show that the feather turned into a light green signet ring. He took MC's left hand and slipped the ring on their pinky finger, leaning down to press a kiss on the ring. They watched as the ring seemed to adjust itself to fit snug on their finger and they could feel the ring pulse with power. MC took a closer look and noticed the seal on the signet ring which looked suspiciously like handcuffs linked together. Uriel smiled as he traced the symbol, explaining as he stared into the human's eyes, “It's my symbol, the symbol of chastity. I have the power of mind control and control over fire. In addition to my angelic powers, each virtue has a weapon of choice. Mine is a bow and arrow. Because of our covenant, you can call both my angelic abilities and my weapon. You can call on my weapon without draining your energy but I have to advise you to not use my powers until you can expand your energy levels. I may not be the strongest virtue but my power still takes a lot of energy to use.”

The human nodded before asking, looking up at the angel in thought, “Does that mean that I have to practice chastity to keep your covenant?”

Uriel laughed before shaking his head, “No, you don’t have to but it would be advisable.” The angel gestured to the ring on their finger, “Please call on me if you ever need help or even just want company. I would like to get to know you more. I know you can’t call on my demonic brothers for help so I would feel at peace if you call me when you’re in danger.”

MC smiled, staring at the ring on their pinky finger before Uriel looked at his Father. He bowed to the other male before speaking, “I must get going my Lord. It was such a delight to meet the little human that has captured the interest of my fallen brothers. I shall see you soon, my dove.”

They flushed at the admission and He dismissed the angel. MC watched as the angel spread his already large wings and took off into the sky, waving down at them before he disappeared from their sight.

They looked down at their arm when they felt the icy sensation going down their back, only to stare as their hand started to flicker in and out of existence. He pulled the human into His arms, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of their head, “We weren’t able to talk much since I wanted you to get to know my angel better. I promise to tell you all about my fallen sons as soon as you wake up.”

“See you soon, my child.” Were all that the human remembered as they fell unconscious, the Divine Being’s comforting face being the last thing they saw.

PART 4

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Truth or Dare Part 9 - Mammon’s Ending/Finale

Arianthi and Mammon learn how the other demon brothers feel about her new position in the Devildom, and Mammon reaffirms his love for Arianthi. Sparks fly at the party Diavolo throws for Solomon and Arianthi.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

NSFW - oral sex, penetrative sex, public sex/quickie, unprotected sex.

Mood List:

Jacob Lee - I Belong to You Calum Scott - If Our Love is Wrong The Killers - Romeo and Juliet Tom O’Dell - Go Tell Her Now Luke Evans - Show Me Heaven

Beel is the first one to react, vaulting over the dinner table to scoop both of us up into a huge hug. Asmo and Belphie quickly follow, joining the cuddle puddle and squeezing us tight.

“I can’t believe you get to stay!” Beel exclaims.

“We can still have our spa nights!” Asmo squeals.

“And our after school naps,” Belphie adds.

Levi offers me a high five over his brothers’ heads, while Satan and Lucifer look on with pleased smiles.

“Now we can keep leveling up in Mononoke Island!” Levi says, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Well, Lucifer still hasn’t said if I can stay in the House of Lamentation with you,” I say, looking at the Avatar of Pride hopefully.

Mammon, his brothers, and I all give Lucifer our best puppy dog eyes.

Lucifer rolls his eyes and gives us all a smirk. “Of course you’re allowed to stay here Arianthi. You’re Mammon’s partner, and I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we consider you family.”

Everyone else smiles and nods. Mammon and I hug each other tightly, smiling like crazy. Beel finally releases us so we can finish dinner, everyone excited that I’m officially allowed to stay in the Devildom.

After dinner we all migrate to the living room. Asmo paints his nails, Beel watches a movie and snacks while Belphie naps on him, and Levi games on his phone. Satan and Lucifer have both settled in to read, and I sit on the couch with Mammon’s head in my lap. I idly stroke his hair while he scrolls through Devilgram on his phone and I read a lesson in my History of Devildom textbook.

After a while Mammon becomes restless, nuzzling his face into my stomach and nipping at me. He tugs at my shirt with his teeth and grins up at me.

“Hey, let’s go up to our room. I wanna show ya something,” he whispers to me.

I smirk at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stands up and reaches a hand out, helping me up off the couch.

“Where are you two headed?” Asmo asks in a sing-song voice, a knowing smile on his face.

“None of your business,” Mammon snaps at him, blushing. He tugs me along behind him, and as soon as we’re out of sight of his brothers we race to our bedroom, giggling.

Once in our room Mammon slams the door behind us, quickly locking it. He pulls me into his arms, planting a searing kiss on my lips. He breaks away, placing soft kisses on my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, before finally returning to my lips.

“I got something for ya,” he says, leading me to our bed.

“A present?” I ask, excitedly.

“Yeah,” he smirks, puffing out his chest with pride. “I even bought it myself. Worked some shifts at Hell’s Kitchen to afford it. I had it made special for ya and everything.”

He pulls a small box from the top drawer of his nightstand and presses it into my hands. “Go on, open it.”

I untie the delicate ribbon that wraps around the box, and lift the lid. Nestled inside on the velvet lining is a large silver oval locket. On the outside of the locket is an engraving of a familiar symbol.

Tears spring to my eyes as I gently lift the locket to take a closer look at it.

“Oh Mammon,” I whisper.

“What’s the matter?” He asks worriedly. “Do ya not like it?”

I reach out a hand to touch his cheek. “I love it baby. So, so much.”

Mammon looks at me shyly.

I gently trace the engraving with one finger. “That’s our pact mark.”

“I want ya to always have me close to your heart. Ya mean more to me than anything, and I want ya to know I’m always thinking of ya. That pact mark is our bond. Our promise to each other.”

A few happy tears leak out. “It’s beautiful Mammon.”

“Go on and open it up baby,” he urges me.

I click open the clasp and smile when I see the locket’s contents. On one side is a picture of Mammon and me, taken the first night I had gone out with the brothers. We were at The Fall, seated so close together our foreheads were nearly touching, gazing into each other’s eyes, smiling and laughing at a private joke. Levi had snapped the picture without us knowing, only showing it to us later.

The other side holds two locks of hair; one bright white, the other inky black, tied together with a delicate gold ribbon.

“I got Asmo to clip that the last time he did your hair,” Mammon admits bashfully. “I remember what ya said, that first night we were really boyfriend and girlfriend. That ya liked the way our hair looked all tangled together, like dark and light. That they were both part of a whole and one couldn’t exist without the other.”

“Mammon.” Touched, I lean in and give him a soft kiss.

“Can I put it on ya? I really wanna see ya wearin’ it.”

I turn my back to him, pulling my hair over one shoulder. He fastens the clasp, then trails his slender fingers over the back of my neck before turning me to face him.

“That’s how I think of ya baby. You’re the part that makes me whole. And I don’t wanna exist without ya,” he admits, cupping my face with his hands.

“You never will baby. As long as you want me, I’m all yours.” I lean forward to brush my lips against his.

“Arianthi?” Mammon whispers, so softly I can barely hear him.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna,” he hesitates, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I wanna be with ya. Really be with ya. Let me make love to ya? Please?”

I nod, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Yes. I want you to make love to me,” I whisper in his ear.

He shivers at the feel of my breath against his skin, then turns his head, giving me the softest of kisses. He gently kisses across my cheek and my jaw, slowly working his way down my neck. He lifts my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing across the swell of my breasts.

“So are you baby,” I reply, tugging his shirt off, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. He moans low in appreciation, reaching out to run his hands up and down my sides.

Mammon runs one finger over my breasts, before reaching behind me and undoing my bra. My breasts bounce free and he surges forwards, latching his mouth onto one nipple to suck eagerly, rolling the other between his fingers until it forms a stiff peak.

I sigh in pleasure, my head lolling back. Mammon takes advantage, leaning forwards to place an open mouthed kiss at the hollow of my throat.

He eases me back against the mattress, kissing and nipping his way down my chest and stomach, stopping when he reaches the waistband of my jeans.

He looks up at me, soft blue eyes meeting mine. “Is this ok?”

I nod and smile at him, breathless with anticipation.

He slowly eases my jeans over my hips and down my legs, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he goes. Once I’m free of my jeans, he kisses his way back up, pulling me to the edge of the mattress. He kneels on the floor and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

His presses a kiss to my core and I feel the heat of his mouth, even through my panties. He slides them aside and slips one finger in my pussy.

“Mmmmm, already so wet for me baby,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his words against my skin making me shiver with desire. “Are ya lookin’ forward to this that much?”

He snaps the waistband of my panties against my skin. “I think it’s time to get rid of these. I’m ready to really taste ya.”

He slides his finger out and my pussy clenches, and I whimper at the loss.

“Shh baby, give me just a second,” Mammon reassures me softly, placing a kiss on one of my thighs. He quickly pulls down my panties, returning to his place between my legs. He give my slit a long, deliberate swipe with his tongue, teasing between my folds, making my hips buck up against his mouth.

“Mammon!” I gasp out.

He chuckles, sliding a finger into my moist heat, stroking in and out, watching me writhe under his ministrations. He adds another finger, then lowers his head, licking my clit while pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy in a delicious rhythm.

I let out a high pitched whine, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly. “More Mammon...please....”

His tongue stills, but his fingers never stop moving. “Be patient baby. I’ve waited a long time to taste ya and I intend to eat my fill.” He smirks up at me.

He lowers his head again and I throw my head back against the pillows, arching my hips towards him, desperate to feel more of his mouth.

“God baby, your mouth feels so fucking amazing,” I whisper.

I feel him smile against me. “And you taste delicious. You’re lookin’ so pretty, all blushin’ and squirmin’ for me.”

He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue. As his tongue plunges into my pussy I arch off the mattress. “Fuck Mammon! Right there!”

“That’s right baby, let the whole house hear ya. Let ‘em know I’m the one making ya feel this good. Let ‘em know THE Great Mammon know how to work his girl’s pussy.”

His continues to work me with his tongue, and he eventually adds his fingers to slowly tease my clit. He brings me to the edge several times, backing off just before I cum.

“Mammon please...... no teasing! I need to cum. I need you to make me cum!” I whimper and beg, arching my hips, urging him to give me more.

I hear a low growl from Mammon. “Almost there baby......just a little more....... I’m not done tastin’ ya just yet.”

My eyes roll back in my head as his pace increases. I grip the sheets, unable to form words, incoherent whines and mewls leaving my mouth.

His speed increases just a little more and I feel the familiar tightening of muscles in my thighs and lower abdomen. One, two, three more strokes of his tongue and I come completely undone, screaming Mammon’s name.

His fingers and mouth work me through my orgasm, leaving my body spent and trembling. Mammon eases his way back up onto the mattress, leaning over me. His mouth and chin are wet from my release and he licks his lips, closing his eyes and savoring my taste.

He brings his mouth down to mine, giving me a sweet kiss. “How was it baby? Was it good for ya?”

I giggle at him. “You really have to ask?”

He blushes slightly, looking a little insecure. “I mean was it good compared to....... ya know? Was I good enough?”

I loop my arms behind his neck. “It doesn’t even compare baby. You are beyond perfection.”

I arch my body against his, stretching languidly. “I want more baby. I want to feel you inside me. I need you Mammon.”

He grins at me. “I can’t ever tell ya no baby.”

He shimmies out of his pants and boxers, then climbs back up onto the bed next to me. He closes the distance between us and we reach for each other, using our hands and mouths to explore each other’s bodies.

I nip roughly at his neck, earning a deep whine, then snake my hand down, starting to stroke his cock.

“I love it when ya touch me,” he whispers. “It’s the best damn feeling in the world.”

He allows me a few more minutes of stroking and kissing, before he pulls me against his trembling body. “I need ya baby, I need to be inside ya, hearin’ ya say my name.”

“Tell me how you want me,” I murmur, completely at his mercy.

He scoots up to the headboard, adjusting some pillows until he’s comfortable, then sits up against them, legs crossed, and motions for me to join him.

“Come here baby. I need to feel ya close, I wanna look in your eyes the first time we’re together like this.”

He adjusts me on his lap so that I’m facing him, my weight supported by his thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and lace my hands behind his neck. Our bodies are flush together, and this position is intimate in a way I’ve never experienced.

Mammon kisses me, gently biting my lower lip. “Are ya ok if I.....?”

I nod eagerly, the need to feel him inside me overwhelming. He reaches between us and gives his cock a few quick strokes. I tilt my hips then slowly sink down against his cock until our hips are pressed tight together, his thick cock buried in my pussy.

Mammon’s arms tighten around my waist, and he buries his face in my neck. Neither one of us move, allowing me a chance to adjust to his thickness, stretching me to my limit and making my eyes roll back at the delicious sensation.

“Ya feel so good baby, I didn’t ........I never thought,” Mammon’s voice hitches in his throat and he begins kissing over my neck and shoulder. “Can I move baby?”

“God yes,” I moan out, and we slowly begin to move together.

This position doesn’t allow for deep thrusting, so we slowly grind against each other, bodies pressed together, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth skin of his chest. Mammon’s lips ghost over my neck and shoulders, while his hands roam over my back, my waist, my ass.

My lips catch his in a deep kiss, my tongue lazily stroking his, our hips never breaking rhythm. I weave my fingers through his hair, the silky strands adding yet another sensation to our love making. He lets out a needy whimper, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I feel a sudden wetness dripping down my neck and onto my chest. I tug on Mammon’s hair, forcing his head back so I can look at him. My hips temporarily stop their slow grinding when I see that he has tears in his eyes.

“Is everything ok Mammon? Do I need to stop?” I ask, concerned.

He places his hands on my hips, gently starting up our rhythm again.

“Don’t ya even think about it,” he mumbles. “It might kill me if ya stop now.”

“What’s wrong baby?” I kiss the tears from his cheeks, tasting their saltiness.

“Nothing at all baby.” He smiles at me, tearing up again. “Having ya in my arms like this is fucking perfect. It’s...........it’s never been like this before. I’ve never felt like this when I ........” He stops, blushing.

I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. “Do you know why that is baby?”

He manages a small shake of his head, increasing the pace of his hips. I moan loudly, temporarily forgetting what I was going to say. I can feel my wetness coating his thighs, and I’m aroused like I never have been before.

When I once again have command of the English language I finish my thought. “It’s better because we love each other. It’s not just physical with us baby, it’s emotional too.”

Mammon leans his forehead against mine, blue eyes gazing at me intently. “I love ya so much Arianthi.”

“I love you too Mammon,” I reply, pressing my lips to his.

Our kisses are slow and lazy, matching the languid pace of our hips. We gently work each other into a frenzy, fingers exploring while his cock continues to stretch me, my clit grinding against him.

Our bedroom becomes an orchestra of skin meeting skin, desperate kisses, needy moans, and soft whimpers.

“Baby, baby, I’m getting close. God, your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.” Mammon breathes harshly against my neck.

“Then cum for me Mammon.” I whisper in his ear.

He whole body shivers at my command and he moves his hips more quickly. I’m close too, and feeling him chase is orgasm is quickly bringing me to the edge.

I grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can, and I feel his body stiffen beneath mine. He arches his hips up into my mine as much as he can and lets out a beautifully obscene moan, whispering my name repeatedly against my neck.

I feel him orgasm, shooting his thick warm cum deep in my pussy. Feeling his cock twitch inside me sets off my own orgasm, igniting my body on fire and causing my pussy to squeeze his cock tightly, milking him of every drop of cum.

Overwhelmed, my head drops back and I soon feel Mammon’s lips on my throat.

“That was amazing baby. Ya feel so damn good,” he whispers against my skin, his tone reverent.

We stay still for several moments, our bodies still linked, holding each other tightly and kissing. Mammon eventually lifts me from his lap, settling me next to him so that we’re facing each other.

He reaches out and pushes some of my hair away from my face, letting his fingers linger on my cheeks.

“Ya make me so happy Arianthi,” he whispers, his eyes once again bright with tears.

I turn my head to kiss his fingers, then his palm. “You make me happy too Mammon. I didn’t know what to expect when I got dragged down here..........I thought my whole life had been ruined. All I wanted to do was go home. But now I can’t even imagine going back. I’ve found the love of my life here, and I never want to be without you.”

Mammon bites his lip, looking at me hopefully. “Ya really mean that? I’m the love of your life?”

I nuzzle my nose against his. “You really are baby.”

His smile lights up his whole face. He pulls me to him, holding me tightly, our arms and legs winding together. He buries his face in my hair.

“You’re the love of my life too Arianthi. I’m never lettin’ ya go.”

I cuddle closer to him, wrapping him tightly in my arms. We fall asleep like that, tangled in each other.

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One month passes and the first session of the exchange program ends. True to his word, Diavolo throws a party for Solomon and I at The Fall in honor of our new positions.

I spend the hours before the party getting ready with Asmo in his room.

“Why did Mammon say I needed to get dressed up again?” I ask as Asmo flicks through the clothes in his closet, searching for something I can wear.

“He didn’t say. I would have made sure you looked fabulous anyway,” he flashes me a grin. “But Mammon said to make sure “ya looked extra special tonight”.” Asmo mimics Mammon’s voice and we both giggle.

“Everyone else is going in demon form aren’t they?” I try to peek over Asmo’s shoulder to see what he’s searching for.

He gently hip checks me out of the closet.

“No peeking! And yes, we are. What’s the fun in going to a fabulous party at The Fall is you can’t let your demon out?”

He gives me a playful wink before turning back to his closet.

I sit down at Asmo’s vanity, sorting through his cosmetics, applying some mascara and pondering lipstick colors. I hear a victorious cry from inside the closet.

“Found it!” Asmo sings out, coming towards me holding a dress made of flowing black silk. He holds it up for my inspection.

I smile at him. “It’s gorgeous Asmo. It’s not quite your usual style though.”

The dress has long sleeves and a demure v-neck.

He grins at me wickedly then turns the dress to show me the back.

“Oh! Never mind. Definitely your style.” The back of the dress is cut in a deep V, guaranteed to show a wide expanse of skin.

“Go on, try it out,” Asmo urges me, pushing the dress into my hands.

I step into his bathroom, quickly shedding my clothes and slipping into the dress. I come out for his inspection.

“What do you think? Will this be special enough?”

Asmo circles me, eyeing the dress critically. He finally breaks out into a grin.

“It’s perfect.” He pushes me towards his full length mirror. “Go on and check it out.”

I twist and turn in front the mirror. Even I have to admit the dress looks fantastic. I turn to look over my shoulder, and see my back is nearly bare due to the cut of the dress.

“I love it Asmo!” I exclaim, giddy with happiness.

“Do you want to borrow any jewelry?” he asks, sitting down at his vanity to sort through his jewelry box.

I shake me head. “No, I’m just going to wear this.” I touch Mammon’s locket and smile.

“What about your hair?”

I perk up. “Could you put it in a fishtail braid for me?”

“Come here.” He smiles and pats the space on the bench beside him.

Mammon bursts into the room several minutes later.

“Oi! We need to get movin’ or....” his voice trails off as he gets his first decent look at me.

I stand up, suddenly nervous about what he thinks of the dress.

He hold out his hand. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me get a better look at ya.”

I walk towards him. “You look pretty good yourself baby.”

He’s already in his demon form, looking absolutely delectable.

He takes my hand and twirls me in a circle, giving a low whistle when he sees the back of the dress. “Good pick Asmo. Arianthi looks perfect.”

“Finally, my big brother appreciates my talents,” Asmo sighs dramatically, before turning back to his mirror and touching up his eyeliner.

Mammon pulls me to him, resting his hands on my hips. I place my hands on his bare chest and reach up to give him a kiss. He leans forward when I pull away, not ready to part. He pouts when I smile at him.

“Come on baby, we don’t want to be late.” I take his hand and pull him towards the door.

“Wait for me!” Asmo cries, rushing to catch up with us.

The party is already in full force when we arrive; demons dancing and socializing, all with drinks in hand. I see Solomon holding court in the middle of a large group of demons and wave excitedly at him. He waves back, a small smile on his face.

Mammon rolls his eyes, tugging me towards a booth where the rest of his brothers are sitting. The table is piled high with food and drinks and everyone, even Belphie, is laughing and talking.

“You look gorgeous tonight princess.” Mammon and I both turn to see Diavolo behind us, drink in hand.

Mammon scowls at him and tenses, relaxing only when I put my hand on his shoulder and rub soothingly.

“Thank you Diavolo.” I give him a polite smile. “And thank you for hosting this party; Solomon and I are very grateful. We’re excited to start our new positions with the exchange program too.”

“I’m so happy that you’ve decided to stay,” Diavolo answers, giving me a shy smile. “Well, I’ll let you go socialize with your friends.”

He reaches out as if to touch my hand, but stops suddenly when Mammon gives a low growl of warning.

Mammon hugs me to him possessively, staring daggers at Diavolo as he walks away. “What a dick,” he mutters.

I press a kiss to his cheek then gently shove him towards the booth, squeezing in next to Levi and Satan.

The rest of the night is a blur of food, drinking, dancing, and laughing with the brothers. Mammon stays close to my side, dancing every dance with me, his eyes never straying. He does allow me to drag Levi onto the dance floor for one song with only minimal grumbling.

Towards the end of the night I’m talking to Satan when Mammon creeps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He brushes his mouth against the delicate skin of my ear.

“Let’s get out of here for a minute.”

“But I’m talking to Satan,” I protest, wondering why he suddenly wants to leave.

Mammon smoothly takes my drink and hands it off to Satan. “He won’t mind.”

He smirks and pulls me away as Satan watches us leave, startled.

I’m laughing and breathless by the time Mammon has led me out onto a private balcony. He shut the doors behind us, shielding us from the rest of the party goers.

“Looking for some privacy my love?” I ask him as I lean against the balcony, taking in the view of the Devildom at night.

Mammon comes up behind me, kissing my neck, fingers trailing along the bare skin of my back. “Something like that. Can’t a demon just want a few minutes alone with his girl?”

I giggle as he kisses my ear, his lips tickling me. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all baby.” I turn in his arms. “Now that we’re all alone why don’t you let me give you a proper kiss?”

He smirks at me. “Somebody’s greedy for THE Great Mammon tonight huh?”

He eagerly leans towards me, soft lips meeting mine. I take my time, pouring all of my love for him into the kiss. He licks at my bottom lip and I open my mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to meet his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips when we finally break the kiss.

“I love you too.”

I catch a glimpse of his grin as he pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing ya say that.”

I hug him back just as tightly. “I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

We stay in each other’s arms, staring out into the night, content just to hold each other in that moment.

“Hey baby, can I ask you somethin’?” Mammon whispers the question so quietly I almost don’t hear it.

“Of course, anything you want,” I reply.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and steps away from me slightly. His ears are slightly pink and he looks as if he’s having trouble gathering his thoughts. I wait patiently, curious about what he has to say.

He finally meets my eyes. “Ya know I love ya right?”

“Yes,” I answer, slightly confused.

“And ya know I never want ya to be anywhere else, right? Ya know I want ya to stay with me?”

“Yes,” I answer again.

“Any ya know I’d never do anything to hurt ya, right?”

I’m suddenly alarmed by this line of questioning.

This......this does not usually end well when the conversation starts out with questions like this.

I reach out and touch his arm. “Mammon, is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“Ugh! Fuck!” Mammon mutters, running his hands through his hair as if he’s distressed. He turns to tightly grip the balcony railing, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Baby?” I delicately run my fingers along one of his wings.

He spins around suddenly to face me. “No, nothing’s wrong ya dumb human!”

I stare at him in shock, unable to form a response.

He hasn’t called me that in months. Not since we started dating.

My hurt must show on my face because Mammon reaches out to grip my hands.

“I’m so sorry baby. Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect......that’s why I wanna....” he breaks off groaning in frustration. “I’m sorry, I’m just so damn worked up I don’t even know how to act.”

He suddenly reaches into one of his pockets, pulling something out and thrusting it into my hands. “Here. Just take it.” His face is flushed bright red.

I uncurl my fingers and find myself looking down at a small jewelry box. I look at him for a second before carefully opening it. Sitting inside is a ring; a large princess cut black diamond in a platinum setting.

“Mammon!” I cry out, feeling my eyes widen.

“Ah fuck! It’s too small isn’t it?” He runs his hands through his hair again, agitated. “I knew it, I knew I shou-”

“Mammon!” I shout, trying to get him back on track.

He looks at me, startled. “Yeah?”

I hold up the ring. “Is this what I think it is?”

“If ya think it’s me fuckin’ up tryin’ to ask the girl I love more than anything to marry me then yeah, that’s exactly what it is!”

I throw myself into his arms. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes!”

“Yes?” He looks shocked, like he expected a different answer.

“Of course yes! I love you so much!” I pepper his face with kisses, until he breaks away from me, chuckling.

“Alright, let’s see how it looks on ya.” He takes the jewelry box from me, removing the ring and gently sliding it on my finger.

I move my hand and the diamond sparks, glittering in the moonlight. “It’s perfect Mammon,” I whisper.

“It does look damn good on ya.” He kisses my knuckles, lingering on my ring finger. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be mine forever.”

He looks at me in awe, then leans forward, kissing me hungrily. He presses me back against the balcony railing, biting my lower lip. I gasp and his tongue enters my mouth, plundering and teasing until I’m out of breath.

“I can’t believe ya said yes,” he whispers. “I didn’t even know I could feel this happy, didn’t know it was possible.” He presses a kiss beneath my ear, making me shiver. “I love you. I can’t wait to make ya my wife.”

“I can’t wait to be the wife of THE Great Mammon,” I respond, running my fingers along his chest and down his abs.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks.

“Oh yeah,” I answer, tugging him to me, using the straps of his harness. “What do you think about celebrating our engagement?”

I eye him suggestively.

“What? Here?” He squeaks in surprise.

“Why not?” I leave a small love bite on his chest, then another on his neck. “We’re alone out here. We can be quick.”

I reach down and palm his hardening cock through his pants.

He groans and spins me to face away from him. “You are gonna be the death of me,” he growls in my ear, pushing my dress up over my hips. “Ya better hold on to that damn railing.”

I give a small yelp as Mammon rips away my lace panties. I look over my shoulder to see him shoving them into his pocket. He catches me looking and smirks. “Party favor.”

I huff out a low laugh and press my ass back against him in a silent plea for him to hurry. I hear a whoosh, and then a rustle of fabric. I look back again to see that he has spread his wings, shielding us against any potential prying eyes. He stares at me, eyes dark with lust, cock in hand. “Turn around baby.”

I obey, pressing my hips back into him. He slowly slides his hard cock over the curves of my ass, teasing me. “Are ya wantin’ this hard and dirty baby?”

“Oh hell yes,” I answer, hungry to feel him, to be touched by him.

“I’ll give ya what ya want then.” Mammon chuckles darkly. He brings one hand up to my mouth. “Spit,” he orders.

Once again I obey, liberally coating his palm.

“Good girl,” he mutters. He gives a small moan as he strokes himself, readying his cock with my saliva.

In the next moment his hands are on my hips, bending me over the railing as he thrusts into me roughly. I arch against him, crying out. My pussy clenches around his cock, and I feel dizzy with pleasure.

Mammon presses one hand over my mouth as he pulls out all the way then thrusts back into me, hard. “Gotta stay quiet baby. Wouldn’t want us to get caught would ya?”

Despite his words I hear the teasing tone in his voice.

The thrill of being caught and Mammon’s roughness make my body buzz with desire. His hands roam my body, grasping forcefully, unlike his usual soft caresses. His thrusts are hard and deliberate, the force of his hips hitting mine is almost bruising.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear. “This is so fuckin’ hot baby. Lettin’ me fuck ya like this, where anybody could see. You’re taking this cock so good baby............god ya always feel so good wrapped around me. Such a tight little fit.”

I whimper, eyes rolling back into my head, the feelings of pleasure becoming too much. I feel my muscles begin to tense, my orgasm quickly approaching.

“I feel it baby. I got ya. Cum for me, let me feel that pretty pussy cum on my cock,” Mammon whispers, kissing my neck, never slowing his hips.

His words are all it takes to send me over the edge, clenching and pulsing around his cock while I cry out softly. Two more thrusts and he follows me over the edge, burying his cock in me and filling me with his cum.

He pulls me back tightly to his chest and wraps his wings around us, cocooning us from the outside world. After our breathing has calmed he tug my dress down, smoothing it over my hips. He turns me to face him, cuddling me into his chest.

“Ya really are somethin’ else, human.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I can’t believe I’m the lucky demon that gets to keep ya.”

I sigh happily and lean against his warm chest. “Well I can’t believe I’m the girl who gets to say she’s marrying THE Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.”

“Married........we’re really gonna get married.” Mammon shakes his head in amazement.

“No take backs,” I say, playfully poking his chest.

He lowers his head to give me a sweet kiss. “No chance of that baby. I’m never givin’ ya up.”

“Are you ready to go tell your brothers?” I smile, imagining everyone’s reactions.

Mammon smiles too. “I can’t wait to see their faces.”

He folds his wings back, and we take a few seconds to smooth down each other’s hair and straighten my dress.

I trace my fingers over the love bites on his chest and neck, each a pretty shade of wine red. “Sorry about those baby.”

He glances down.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. Just shows everybody I belong to ya.” He flashes me a smile and holds out his hand. “Ready to go tell everyone?”

I take his hand and pull him closer. “One more kiss?”

“Ya really are insatiable. aren’t ya?” He smirks, then leans down to give me a soft, loving kiss.

“Ok, now I’m ready.”

We smile at each other, then turn to go back inside hand in hand, ready to announce our engagement.

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two-simps-and-a-google-doc · 3 years

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“The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love”

Oneshot?

Note: This is just a little fic before we get back into Tiny Galaxies :D The fic also has the entire lyrics of Achilles Come Down in it.

Genre: ANGST. Specifically Roman Angst

Ship: None

TW: Cursing, death, sympathetic Remus, falling, self-doubt/deprecation..??, crying

Let us know if we missed anything!

Word Count: 467

Roman sat in his room, his dull monochrome room, scrolling through an online library. Yes, it wasn’t something he would normally do, but he was bored out of his mind and wanted to try new things. However, even then, he was getting more bored than he was before. “Achilles, Achilles, Achilles…” he murmured to himself. Almost every good-seeming book always had to do with Achilles. It’s not that he didn’t like him, it’s just that he’d rather more...variety of the topics. He sighed and decided to go through Tumblr.

And then a thought struck him. It wasn’t a good thought, no, but it was a thought nonetheless. ‘What if you jumped off a cliff?’

He blinked and stopped scrolling, staring off into nothing. It sounded like such a...a Remus-esque thought, but he couldn’t help but imagine it. The wind rushing past him as the ground beneath him slowly crumbled from his weight. The faint but not silent screams of “come down!” before he would fall backwards.

He could imagine what they would do. What they would say to get him to stop. He remembered what they said the last time he had tried something like this.

"Won't you get up off? Get up off the roof!"

They had stopped him. They had paid him more attention, made him feel listened to.

Until they stopped.

It had lasted for a month at most, then things went back to the way they were before.

Before he almost took his final step.

He remembered exactly what they said. After that month, it all seemed like lies. They were all lying to him, weren’t they? “You’re scaring us, and all of us...some of us love you!”

He felt so embarrassed that he even listened. That he believed them...those poisonous words that felt and sounded so warming.

And they still were. They were the shreds of warmth he still held on to after all these years as cold and empty sounding words surrounded him. He missed those golden days when warmth and kindness was everywhere, in every corner, every crevice...but now they just seem so rare. And when they did occur, it was either for someone else or out of pity.

'Achilles. I'm their Achilles heel.'

Their words were ingrained into his mind. He had made the mistake to open up to them, giving them free ammunition to use against him. It was stupid. Stupid of him.

But he was stupid, wasn't he?

He told them of his insecurities. Well...some of them. Others were...private. They reassured him, crushing his self-doubt with that one phrase.

"It's not much but there's proof."

He didn't know what that meant until now. He should have figured it out sooner, then all of this would have been solved earlier. Maybe it would have been fixed. Who was he kidding? He couldn't be fixed.

Not now.

He knows what those words mean now. 'You crazy assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue.'

And sure, he could..”forgive” them for these false words of encouragement. These- these blatant lies that he was too blind to see past. As Janus once said, “redemption lies plainly in truth.”

But at this point, what was true and what was fake? He couldn’t exactly use a lie detector, and he didn’t fully trust Janus yet.

Years of lies and manipulation left him lost in the void of uncertainty. He couldn't trust anyone, not since last time. He hated their pity, their fake sympathy for him. Every time they would ask him what was wrong all he heard was 'just humor us'. None of it sounded real. None of it sounded...genuine.

'Achilles, Achilles, that's all I'll ever be. I'm just their Achilles.'

Again, he thought of those words they spoke. The ones that somehow got him off that roof.

'Come down, won't you? Get up off….get up off the roof.'

He curled up into a ball on his bed, the phrase echoing within his mind. “Achilles, Achilles, Achilles...Come down! Won’t you get up off? Get up off the roof..”

He covered his ears in a futile attempt to make the voices shut up. But it just kept repeating...and repeating...and REPEATING…

His nails dug into his scalp, drawing a bit of blood. He felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Oh. How lovely. He was so..pathetic that he was crying over a simple phrase.

He was their Achilles’ heel, the point of weakness that shattered something much stronger. He was holding them back and it was all his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have existed in the first place. If only the original creativity hadn’t split, then he wouldn’t even have a chance at being such a failure. He hated how they probably wanted him gone, how they only saved him in that moment just for pity. They hated him. He hated himself. Well..that’s one thing they’ll ever agree on, huh?

He had to do something. He had to get it over with. He uncurled himself, standing up on shaky feet. He sunk into the Imagination, not caring that he looked like shit at the time.

He took a deep breath, taking in the slightly chilled air. He never liked the hot much, preferring the spring breezes and fall chill. He walked along the path. Normally, he would have taken his time; talking to the animals or helping out a nearby villager.

But not this time.

He walked swiftly, practically running to his destination. He arrived, the setting sun bursting fiery colors across his skin. It was as if he had bursted through an unbreakable wall, finally falling through to the other side. He felt peace, standing a few inches away from a three hundred foot drop. Nothing stood in his way.

Not this time.

He smiled, tears quietly rolling down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, turning around with his back facing the sun. He held his arms out to the side, ready for the fall.

'The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken.'

That was something Remus had come to understand. It was somewhat philosophical, moreso for his taste but that didn't make it any less true.

He was doodling in his notebook. Yes, he must admit, it was a rather mundane activity for him but today he just felt...off. He didn't feel as energetic, more...subdued. Which for Remus was really weird. He hasn't felt like this since…

Roman.

His eyes widened, body tensing up. He could still remember the determination and fear in his brother's eyes. And that...it scared him. No…

It terrified him.

He quickly sunk into his brother's room, praying to every god out there that this was just a fluke, that Roman was silently listening to music or writing a script. He arrived to an empty room, the only thing out of the ordinary being the still-open computer on the bed. That only meant one thing.

He left in a hurry.

He raced down to the living room, again wishing that Roman was just late for movie night. He was greeted by four surprised and annoyed faces, attention stolen from his sudden entrance. Upon seeing the pure panic in his face, the others were intrigued, straightening (hah) up a little and putting their full attention on him.

"Remus, what's wrong," Janus asked, a calm panicked tone in his voice. Remus felt the emotions from his brother worsen. He took a step forward, stumbling a bit.

"Ro...Roman. Have any of you seen Roman today?" he asked quietly, voice far off. They all said no, no one catching even a glimpse of the other creative side that day. Remus's stomach dropped, fear gripping his intestines. As he was about to say something else the emotions spiked, driving an invisible hammer into his chest.

He gripped his chest, stumbling his way over to one of the chairs to steady himself. He was panting, out of breath from the pain. The others perked up, Logan and Janus coming closer to find out what was wrong.

"Re, what was that? What's happening?" Virgil asked quietly from the couch, eyeshadow now a sickening black.

"It's..it's Roman. We...we need to find him. Now," Remus said. He sunk down, entering the Imagination and running. He knew where his brother was, he could feel it. He ran through the trees, the faint footsteps of the others following behind him. He saw the setting sun through the trees.

Then he saw Roman.

He had his back to the sun, tears rolling down his cheeks and a sad smile on his face. His arms were outstretched, ready to fall. Remus scurried to a stop, not wanting to scare Roman. He approached calmly, having arrived quicker than the others who were still making their way through the woods.

"Ro?" he asked quietly, trying not to startle his brother.

"Re? What are you doing here?" Roman replied calmly. He wasn't surprised by his brother's arrival, having felt him enter the realm.

"Ro, please don't do this. I...I can't lose you. Not again," Remus tried, repeating those same words he said long ago.

"I have to do this, Re," he said, determined. He had opened his eyes and dropped his hands, attention fully on Remus.

"...remember the pact of our youth?" Remus asked quietly, eyes dull and distant.

"Where you go, I'm going. How could I forget?" Roman recited. He had a fond look on his face, remembering the time he and his brother had made the particular pact.

"I figured you wouldn't have. Listen Ro, you don't have to do this. You know you don't. It was that little brain of yours wasn't it? They can be deceiving little devils, I know. It's telling you to throw it away, to get rid of yourself so the rest of us can start over. It's not true. You need to know that it's not true. Where you go, I'm going Ro. So jump and I'm jumping, since there's no me without you," he said, taking a step forward, trying to get closer to Roman in order to bring him off the ledge.

Roman would’ve stepped away if he weren’t on the edge of a cliff.

“..Maybe just this once, you could ‘break’ the pact. You have a life ahead of you, Re,” He muttered, a sad look on his face.

“And so do you! I wouldn’t ever break our pact, not even if I was offered 1000 deodorant sticks for it!” Remus replied, a little smile on his face. Roman laughed, but it died quite quickly before being replaced with a sigh.

“Soldier on, Achilles,” Remus started before Roman continued the saying that seemed to have worn oh-so thin.

“Achilles, come down. Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof?”

The fire in Roman’s eyes seemed to dim at the saying. It sounded like a go-to thing to say just to get him down, as if it really meant nothing. They were just words floating around in the air with no meaning. He realized that now. And even though he trusted Remus so much...he feared that those words had no meaning as well. His hands curled into fists.

“..Loathe the way they light candles in Rome,” he muttered. Everyone hated him. That was just the truth. Really, the only truth that he’d ever known, since he’s already realized that everything he’s been told was a lie.

“But love the sweet air of the votives,” Remus whispered, slowly reaching out to Roman. In response, Roman slightly narrowed his eyes at Remus.

“Hurt and grieve, but don’t suffer alone...Engage with the pain as a motive,” he continued. He barely acknowledged how…’out of character’ he was being. He didn’t put this much effort in...in motivating someone. But this was Roman he was talking to. His brother, his best friend ever since the Split. He’d felt so scared when Roman tried to jump last time, but right now he felt a bit..numb. Maybe in a good way, he didn’t know.

He couldn’t afford to lose Roman then, and he can’t afford to lose him now.

Roman didn't know why he felt like this. It was just a normal Tuesday, nothing was special and nothing had happened. It was a normal day, a normal morning. So why did he feel like this?

'Why? Today of all days, why do I feel like this?' he thought.

He knew Remus would try to come with him. It was in his nature. He huffed a laugh void of humor. Remus cocked his head in confusion.

"See how the most dangerous thing is to love? You'll try to come with me, won't you? You'll give up your life for me. Because of love. Why? Why would you throw your life away for me? " Roman questioned.

"Because, Roman, I love you, you idiot. You're my brother, I couldn't live without you if I tried," Remus answered, taking a small step forward that didn't go unnoticed by Roman.

"You'll get over me, Remus. You all will. I'm forgettable, unimportant. You'll be back to normal in a month at most. You're better off without me. Don't you know how much better off you are without me? How I won't even matter after a week? How you will heal and you'll rise above all that you are now? You don't need me. You're the better creativity," Roman confessed, eyes tearing up once more. Remus looked shocked, not knowing the true extent of his feelings until now.

'Achilles, Achilles, Achilles. I'll always be their Achilles.'

"Do you know what my brain is telling me right now? Jump now. You are absent of cause or excuse. So self-indulgent and self-referential, no audience could ever want you. You crave the applause, yet hate the attention. Then miss it. Your act is a ruse. It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now. It's a pointless resistance for you," he practically ranted, getting angrier at every word. He took a few steps towards Remus, tears now flowing down his face.

Remus was speechless, ironic for his character. He didn't know Roman felt that way. He had thoughts like that often but he learned to deal with them. Sometimes in an unprofessional way.

He could have helped. He would have helped. He would have been there for Roman every step of the way.

If only he'd known.

But maybe...he should’ve known already. He remembered the last time Roman tried to jump, every single detail. Maybe if he’d examined a bit more, if he’d paid more attention. Then he could’ve stopped this from even happening.

“Achilles, Achilles! Just- put down the bottle...Don’t listen to what you’ve consumed” He remembered someone saying. He remembered Roman with a whiskey bottle in his hand, swaying a little bit on the rooftop. He looked so disheveled, so different, so...sad. It wasn’t like the Roman that Remus knew. It was obvious that something was bothering Roman but he didn’t even bother to help, did he? This was his fault. It’s his fault that Roman was trying to jump, it’s his fault that-

No. No it’s not his fault. Really, if he was gonna get deep with this, it’s nobody’s fault. At least he didn’t think so.

“Look, I- your thoughts..it’s chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy of feeding, and it’s wholly untrue. I have those same thoughts, I can HELP you, Ro! All you need to do is get away from the cliff, alright? You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing, it’s all just conjecture and gloom,” he said softly, trying not to aggravate his brother. Roman stared at him with an emotion he couldn’t figure out, but he didn’t seem to be angry at him. It looked like he was listening.. He decided to go for a casual approach to ease up the tension a little bit.

“And there may not be meaning,” He shrugged. “So find one and seize it. Please, do not waste yourself on this roof.”

Roman laughed, albeit a bit sadly, “This isn’t even a roof, Remus.” Remus sputtered, “I knOW THAT!! It’s the thought that counts, not the WORDS.”

His brother laughed even more at that, leading Remus to laugh along as well.

For a second it seemed like everything was back to normal, that today they were just taking a walk in the woods and Remus had told a joke to make the other laugh. But that second was quickly gone as the laughter died down.

"See? I can help you, Ro. Can you hear those bells ring deep in the soul, chiming away for a moment? Feel your breath course frankly below. I can help you see life as a worthy opponent. Please, just- let me help," Remus pleaded, a smile on his face. Roman's face slowly fell, looking down at the ground sadly.

"I...you can't help me, Remus. I don't think anyone can at this point. Especially not today of all days," he confessed.

“See, how-” Remus started. He knew that there was some way to help Roman, some way to make things better. But he realized that’s just what he wanted to believe, not what was true.

“...the most dangerous thing is to love,” Roman finished, kicking the ground beneath him lightly.

Remus blinked a few times before giving a breathy laugh. Well, that wasn’t what he was actually going to say. “How you will heal and you’ll rise above,” He corrected, half-heartedly trying to keep up the illusion that things were back to normal. It was so very hard to accept that it wasn’t and that it might not ever will be.

“Crowned by an overture bold and beyond. It’s more courageous to overcome,” Remus concluded, leaning back slightly. He felt a bit...awkward? Since this was such an important situation and he was trying to play it off nonchalantly.

Neither of them noticed the four others approaching through the trees, aggravated and tired. They had gotten lost after Remus ran off, not knowing the Imagination as well as the two brothers did. It had taken them far too long to find the brothers but thankfully, they weren't too late. Or...at least they didn't think so.

Roman noticed the figures approaching, taking a step back towards the cliff and erasing any progress Remus had made with his brother. Remus sighed and turned around, seeing the four others with relief in their faces. They didn't know. They had no clue that finding them was the least of their problems.

Patton fought the urge to run up and hug Roman, Logan wanted to know what he did wrong, Virgil wanted this to be over, and Janus...he felt guilty. They had no clue Roman felt like this. They didn't even know that it was their fault.

"Oh thank god! Kiddo are you okay?" Patton asked Roman, relief on his face. He started to walk towards Roman, only for the latter to move his foot backwards towards the cliff edge. Patton stopped, holding his hands out in surrender, and took a step back.

As soon as the four had stepped through the trees Roman was frozen. All thoughts that begged him not to do this were whisked away, leaving only pure panic and fear in their place. His eyes were wide and his body was tense. His mind blocked out their words, their voices coming out muffled and distant. He tried to focus on their voices but he couldn't, only the ones in his head were loud enough to hear.

They filled the muffled silence in his ears, the words having been spoken to him by the others in the past.

"You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers."

"You want it all, don't you?"

The voices took the tone of the four sides, fully convincing Roman that they were saying them at that moment. His eyes were unfocused, only the faint feeling of someone to his right was present. He heard a voice cut through the other's.

"It's not worth it, Achilles."

No, no it is worth it. The other voices started up again.

"More poignant than fame or the taste of another."

"Don't listen, Achilles," the voice cut in again.

"But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker."

"You're worth more, Achilles," it cut in again.

"You will not be more than a rat in the gutter."

"You're so much more than a rat."

"You want my opinion?"

"No one asked your opinion."

"My opinion you've got. You asked for my counsel?"

"No one asked for your thoughts."

"I gave you my thoughts."

"Be done with this now and jump off the roof."

That broke him out of his trance. No one had said that to him, not to his knowledge at least. If that didn't happen then that means…

Neither did anything else they had said so far.

"Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you."

He looked over to the figure on his right, the worried face of his brother looking back at him. He had been the one to drown out the voices, the one to break through the barrier in Romans mind. So far, he was the only one that could. And that included Roman.

“I’m talking to you, can you hear me? I’m talking to you,” Remus asked, snapping his fingers in front of Roman. “Did you hear what I said?” “U-Uhm...you said ‘I’m talking to you’. Th..That’s what I was supposed to say, right?” Roman responded, hoping he hadn’t answered wrong or heard the question incorrectly.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. Achilles, come down…” Remus nodded, gently taking Roman’s hand and guiding him away from the cliff. The voices of the others were faint, but Roman could still make out the familiar phrase of ‘Achilles, come down’.

He hated the nickname, really. He didn’t need to be reminded how much of a...liability he was to the others. He didn’t WANT to be their weakness, the cause of their eventual downfall. He wanted to be gone and he knew the others wanted that too. Maybe not Remus, but everyone else. They hated him. He should’ve jumped right then and there. Maybe he could still do it now. Jump off the cliff and don’t look up, so he didn’t see their smiles of relief. Jump off right now and realize they won’t move to save him. Jump off. Jump off. JUMP OFF-

“You wanna know something cool about being called Achilles?” Remus asked, seemingly reading Roman’s thoughts.

“H-Huh?”

“Achilles was a hero, y’know? People know him for being the greatest of all the Greek warriors that ever existed. It sounds like such an honor to be called that, even once. The fact that you’ve basically claimed the nickname Achilles is just- so amazing...and I think you’re like him in a lot of ways. Courageous, brave, all that good shit. People also think he was gay with Patroclus and like- you’re pretty gay too, so-”

Roman snorted, “Really? You think so..?” “Depends on which part you’re talking about. I think you’re cool, but everyone KNOWS you’re gay as fuck, Ro.”

“Yeah, okay!”

Everything was normal. They were back to normal, everything was gonna be okay, they were all okay-

‘What if he was just saying that to distract you from the fact that the others probably don’t mean anything they say?’

Roman suddenly stopped, accidentally diving back into that trance of his. He could barely hear Remus say his name.

‘Throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant’

His eyes widened slightly. His own mind was telling himself to jump..again. But it sounded so...mystical, so heroic. If it sounded as such, then maybe he should do it..? What if it made him a hero? The ones who had legends told of, the ones who had statues and places named after them. He could be a hero. He could finally be anything but a failure. He’d be what he always wanted to.

And nobody would hate him anymore..

'Clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph'

Because that's all life was, wasn't it? It's about winning, being the best you can be. You have to win to win at life. You have to win to survive.

Roman had learned that the hard way.

He was pulled out of his mind by the others, who had been trying to get Romans attention for quite some time now. He looked to them, eyes distant and cloudy. He looked nothing like the eloquent prince he pretended to be. He was now truly Roman. To the others, it was terrifying.

"...today of all days," he said quietly. The others paused, Remus tensing beside him.

"Wha-what? Roman, what does that mean?" Virgil asked, panicked.

“...See..” He continued, ignoring Virgil’s question.

Suddenly, he turned around and started running for the cliff, blocking out the others’ shouts for him to stop. He turned around at the last moment and fell back with his arms out. It...felt as beautiful as he thought it would be. The wind rushing past, flowing through his hair and clothes. He could feel his heart beat loudly, as if it would suddenly explode. This would be it. The finale, the ending. He closed his eyes, both ready and unprepared to hit the ground.

What he didn’t expect was a pair of arms wrapping around him. Wait...was he still falling? He opened his eyes in surprise. The wind was still there..

“How..the most dangerous thing is to love,” he heard a familiar voice say. He blinked and realized Remus had jumped with him, hugging as they fell to their eventual death. “I wasn’t lying,” Remus whispered.

Roman wrapped his arms around his brother tightly, tears falling from his eyes. Or..more like floated upward.

“How you will heal and you’ll rise above,” Remus whispered again, but more sadly. He tried putting on his usual, manic grin, but it seemed so out of place...so unnatural. It was fine, though. It was all that Roman needed in this moment. He smiled back, realizing Remus was crying as well.

“Crowned by an overture bold and beyond,” Roman said softly, hiccupping in between his words.

“...It’s more courageous to overcome,” They said in unison, holding each other tightly. They wouldn’t let go, not even for a second. It was scary but..calming at the same time. In fact, it was more..confusing. But that was okay. They had each other. And that would be okay. The last thing either of them saw was the other’s face, streams of warm sunlight across their faces.

“I love you” “I love you too”

There was a quiet and distant cracking noise. Nobody dared to look over that cliff, in fear of what they would see. Patton covered his mouth with his hand as he sobbed, collapsing to his knees. Virgil went to comfort Patton, but sobbing as well. Janus sighed sadly and wondered what he could’ve done differently to avoid this. The pain and sorrow would hit him later. Logan stood frozen where he was. He couldn’t comprehend all of this at once, not when two of his friends just DIED. He was pulled into a state of denial. Surely….surely they couldn’t be dead. Sides couldn’t die, right?

Right?

Words hurt, but sometimes, just silence hurt more. It dawned on them, how much they lost. What they’ll never get back. The realization that nothing would ever be the same. There would be no banter, no Disney songs late at night. There would be no dirty jokes at lunch, and while that might have been disturbing, it made things feel normal. And it was all gone.

If only Roman had known that he had already been a hero. He’d been their hero.

~ End ~

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grimoire-of-seven · 4 years

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Because I’m an angsty bitch, could you do a head cannons from the seven with a terminally ill MC? Or at least really, really sick. Thanks! Love your writing 💕

PROMPT: “If Only We Could Have More Time…”

Rating: SFWWords: 600-700Characters: Demon Boys + MC / Gender-Neutral ReaderNotes: Hi! I tried not to make the situation all much worse by means of pressing too hard with the subject in a sense, but to end it with something both parties could cherish. I hope you will all enjoy it!~Oh! And this is written in their perspective.~

Lucifer

Shit..Shit..Shit..

F*ck..

Screwsaving face, the Avatar of Pride himself soon began sprinting through the palehallway, missing to register himself by the lobby as his eyes were fixated bythe red beaming light under the sign; emergency room.

It was imprudentto put his phone to silent at his meeting with the prince of Devildom. Heshould have known better not to… otherwise, he would have read your messagehalf an hour ago, their voice replaying in his mind as his feet quicken itspace.

“Heyumm.. Luci? I know itis a bad time to call you.. but umm.. I’ll be having my operation again in anhour according to the doctor. I hope you’ll take it easy with those meetings and take care!”

“I’msorry sir but you could not enter from this point on. I’m afraid you have towait at the waiting area.”

“But Ineed to see them! Are they already there?” The light-bringer tried to reasonwith the man in a white coat but to no avail. His fears only heightened whenthe doctor reminded him of the day’s operation and how it could grave it couldgo further..

“They do tend to get worse every cycle..”“Why?”“Because each infusion gets harder and the doctors say that Ishould expect that I’ll get weaker every moment.”“Then why place yourself in that situation..?”

Thosebitter words clung into the air as the embodiment of Pride could no longer holdhis composure as one of the nurses by the station assisted him to take a seat.With his fingers entwined together, letting his chin rest on it, his feetclearly indicate how uneased his spirit was as the sole continues to move upand down as though it were to pounce to the emergency room.

Lookingthrough his surroundings, there were also people under his shoes. Hands claspedtogether with their forehead close to it, mumbling under their breath as thoughthey are talking to…

God?

Prayingat every second spared before the judgment on the other door. And…

Should he do the same?

“Ma’amChase?”“Yes?”“Yourdaughter is doing fine now. The operation was a success thanks to Dr. Pomatter.”“Oh thankGod! Can I go see her now?”“Yes, ma’am!This way.”

Thank God?They are thanking… Father?

He hadresented any forms of communications within the Celestial Realm, only forming aprofessional relation to Simeon and Luke under Diavolo’s rule yet… why are histhoughts claiming otherwise?

No.Why should he ask for mercy?He is Lucifer.The eldest and the leader of his pack.A fallen angel to whom prowess never left, despite his glorytainted by the burning sulfur.Yet here he was, incapable to put Death far back on his drawingboard for picking his human for its next kill.Unable to take his human out of it…

Takinghis focus away from the mortals that surrounded the waiting area, thetelevision played a soap opera and with no remote to control its channels, itwas projecting a tragic scene with the woman dead on her lover’s arms.

What if their life would be cut shorter than it already is becauseof this operation?

Could he ever digest the thought that within those times they weretogether, he did not spend it wisely because…Because he let his pride in between? Because he considered hisreputation more than..

Closinghis eyes once more, taking in a series of deep breaths, he, the Avatar ofPride, has always seen the display of empathy as a visage of helplessness andit was their little exchange student that demonstrated it to him otherwise.

Nonetheless,with his human weak.. why should he too, present himself in the same conditionjust because of his worries?

It wouldnot be right.He doesnot want to see his human frown just so his face is.

Maybe there is something he could do.. He thought to himself. Ifhe could not bail his human out of the cold-lighted room, perhaps he could maketheir stay un-cold. Something that could make him see them smile again.

Lookingthrough the window as the room itself has proven itself unable to distract thedemon on his own thoughts drowning his own rationality, there was a signagebeaming with fluorescent lights that made him stand and read;

“Seven..Eleven..”“I wonderif there have any ice cream there..”

Mammon

For being the Avatar of Greed, he sure do brag about bein’ their little human’s first to ever make a pact with. He ain’t letting it pass on as just that.

Just to see his brothers sneer and hiss from mentioning it.

It’s like this bullet that could penetrate even to the thickest skull out there.

An accomplishment and for once, it was a pact he felt that wasn’t a curse. The witches should def. take down some notes from his human~

Yet…

He thought to himself…

There’s no one like his human.

Recalling how his human would ride along to every trouble he creates, every idea he makes, it was this exchange student who was only staying a year that somehow, taught him companionship. And…

He couldn’t take it out of his chest, that he, the Great Mammon, had failed them.He was their first demon to ever make a pact with yet he didn’t do much being one.Perhaps, thinking now, most of them did more than he.Showed more care. Provided more care.And all he did was to get himself out of troubles and the consequences of his actions.Correction: It’s his human that would bail him out… like a mom.

But then, was there anything he could do to being with?

“Dang.. How much am I going to pay you now?”

His human has never even once mentioned of this illness resulting to Death..Well, all diseases would lead to Death but not with this higher rate of going to Death.It‘s like a parade to Death with his human the star of the show.

“I knew I should have bought Boardwalk the moment I landed on it the first time round!”

Maybe he should be the one to blame here.Maybe he didn’t ask more. Known them better.To think even money could betray him because there’s no known cure yet for them.Just like what the doctor said.

“Rent revenue of 50 dollars plus a three houses, umm..”

“Mammon?”

…

“Mammoney?”

…

“MonMon!”

“Ya?” Clearing his headspace, the Great Demon of hell went straight to his Boardwalk card. Sure thing that the visit was expensive. He’s getting all the money from this human plus his property, that’s… for sure..

“Is there something wrong?” they asked, their eyes piercing and hoisting only the truth on the sea of lies, he had come up of saying; “For you not to be interested with mone–“

“I wish I could have known this sooner..”

“Mammon..”

“I could have not wasted your time too much with tossing you from one chaos to another.. and—“

“Mammon…” taking his hand with theirs to entwine with, their little cash-based board game folded in half as they inched closer;

“Why didn’t you ask me to make it go away?”

Did his voice just crack?

“Mammon..”

“I’m the first demon ya got to make a pact with. I got some witches and we might have been able to conjure some potion to get ya ou—“

“Because I just want to spend my time with you..

I do not want our time to be spent on looking for a cure when we could have so much more fun alone.”

Pause.

“Before meeting you, for a while, I was in your shoes too. Looking for a cure that was not there and I am glad that I snapped out of it meeting you.”

“Ummm…” the Avatar of Greed gulped down.

Did he just screw up?

“Because if it were not for you, I would not have enjoyed living. Having fun. Making troubles. I felt alive.”

For someone whose lifeline is in the near end… a demon, a particular avatar of Greed demon could only comprehend so little. Here was a human, frail and like the money he knows would soon be gone out of his pocket, talking of living life to the fullest with him..

Because of him…

“So.. are we still playin’ Monopoly or we’ll just snuggle ‘til the nurse bails you out of visitation hours?”

Leviathan

“What do you think we should play next?” Looking to his rightside, his little human was watching intently at the monitor of his laptop,completely ecstatic as he was able to defeat the final boss of the game. He wasable to manage to get through the final boss because of the UR armour pieceshis human was able to pick whenever he has to decide which crate he should openafter completing another level.

“Shall we go for.. Ruri-Chan Idol or A!3?”

“Whatever you decide on, Levi! As long as I’ll get to watch you.”

His eyes tried not to leave theirs but with his eyes inevitablytracing the cord from the IV down to their hands, injected for how long theycould have been admitted, playing video games became much more of a distractionfor him than it was for his human.

“Levi?”

“Y-y-yes?”

Making his eyes return to the person staring back at them, hecould definitely see a glistening spark as their lips curled, reaching theirears.

“Are you afraid of needles?”

Needles?Afraid of needles?Why would he be afraid of needles?

“Me? Afraid of needles? ROFL LMAO. The only thing I’m afraid of isnot having enough diamonds to purchase another UR Ruri-chan for the next event.”

It wasnot the needle that he was afraid of..But rather, on how swollen their hands are.It must have taken a lot from them..

“Then why are you looking at it like it’s some boss level at oneof your video games?”

Just as there were no room left to insert an excuse from hisinventory, he shifted his attention back to his folder of video-games that hewas able to install for offline playing purposes when he heard them laugh oncemore.

“Look at my hand, Levi! It looks like a balloon. I can’t move it..”

“Let me get the nurse then.”

“Why aren’t you saying ‘lol’ or ‘lmao’?”

Leviathan dead-panned looked at his human for quite some time, hiseyes fixated on theirs going to their hand and back again;

“You want me to lol when your hand looks like it weighs a ton?! Ifthis were an otome game, your intimacy with me would go down!”

“I am just kidding.. hahaha”

That laugh. That silly laugh that even a shut-in could not helpbut be flustered every time his ears are graced with it.

“I already rung the nurse station. Someone would come assist meanytime soo-“

“Good day, how could I be of assistance, sir?”

A woman dressed in all white looked at him before it was able todetect the cause of her call.

Her hands soon untangled the weave by his patient’s left hand, askingto keep their hand still as a ball of cotton soon veiled how the needle wasejected from…

And that was when he turned away from the scene and gave the nursesome space as he went through once more to his file of games..

Whichgame would best distract me?

He could always trust his video games.Video games has always shut him out of facing the outside world.Had always been his comfort blanket.But with him always in this comfort blanket, could he be truly there to supporthis human?

“You could look now, Levi!”

Why arethey smiling? What is there to smile? One hand told to be careful and anotherstuck on a board so it would not bend and have the needl—Maybe he is, sort of, afraid of the needle…Because of how it could be dangerous to them!

“How could you be so chill in all of this?”

“Because, I’m used to it?”

“But you see me with every boss level. Yes, I am used to gameshaving boss level but it is still different..”

“Well.. it was quite painful..”

Then whyare you so chill about it?Is this perhaps.. jealousy with how their human could handle things that ademon couldn’t?Him shutting in and them.. facing it?

“But today, I feel fine today.~”

“How come?” the Avatar of Envy looked once more to their hands,knowing how their left hand would soon be swollen too after a couple of IVs anddays..

“Because I have you.~”

Thishuman..

Sensing his cheeks go crimson red in heat, he tried concealing hisface with one hand, hearing once more that silly laugh, making him moreflustered. “Warn me next time when you’ll go cheesy, human.”

“How about this.. I’ll play a game and you will watch whileresting on my shoulders.”

“What will you be playing?”

“Do you have that game where the owner of a fast-food restaurantof chickens in a dating simulator?”

Satan

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Watching his human finish the last spoonful of their supper andpausing a video from their phone, it was prominent to his tone how angry he wasto himself. Mixed with frustration as his efforts of spending more time at thelibrary, looking at every bookcase for a book with a solution to theircondition, wasted as he found none.

Of all the spells and ancient writings, Devildom is provided with,none could enlighten the Avatar of Wrath on how he could just make theirillness non-existent which only added fuel to the fire considering how there isa book that could swap two entities to the other’s bodies but none about makinga mortal’s terminal illness gone.

“What were you listening to?”

Trying to put the subject or reason of his tardiness to rest bymeans of bringing up another conversation, right now, what the devil wants, isto turn his brain from overthinking off, and more on thinking about them.

“Oh! I was listening to a podcast with a holographic fanatic.”They beamed as though they had spent their time fruitful compared to his. “Youlook a bit tired..”

“A bit tired?”

Are hiseyebags prominent once more? He most definitely would not like to put his humanin worries or to even look tired.That he took from Lucifer.

“But still pretty charming.~”

“Now that is cheesy.”

Putting the food tray and the food container that looks similar tothose at the cafeteria away and near to the door, he saw his human shiftingmore towards their left, a clear invitation for him to be nearer, resulting toSatan putting his coat by the sofa readily available for a visitor.

“What was the podcast about?” He asked as he kept on shifting toattain that perfect and comfortable position to lie down next to them. The bedwas not relatively bad, much to his surprise.

“Just mundane stories that I just missed while being in here.”

If only asickness could tremble and run with his wrath, he would have done it in a snap.Why does sickness have to constrict someone from living?Especially them?

“I’d rather hear about you.~”

Surprised, his features were much more of confusion, somethingthat made his little human laugh and smile as though they were not in such confinedsituations.

“About me?”

“Mhmm!”

There itis again. Those kitty-like eyes.Those eyes that would make him fall for them once more.And make his cheeks flustered and in heat.

“What about me?”

“Anything. Childhood, fondest memories, life as a student..anything! I just want to hear more about you.”

“There is nothing to tell.”

“Eh?”

“Well, there is nothing interesting about me, darling.”

“Don’t say that!”

Hethought he was the Avatar of Wrath..But with his human angry at his reply..He could be dethroned with that title and just be the VP of being the Avatar ofGreed.

“You are interesting!”

“Darli—“

“You truly are! You are interesting to me.”

Interestingto me.

Sensing his ears getting hotter and hotter, he looked up by thepale ceiling, the fan spinning round and round when he felt an arm wrap aroundhis abdomen, warmth coursing through; “Pleeeeaase?”

“All right, all right. Maybe I could tell you how Asmodeus taughtme how to lie to save a kitty.”

“Yay!”

Asmodeus

“Asmo?”

Sensing his fingersentwined further to theirs, the Avatar of Lust fluttered his eyes open, seeingtheirs holding a reflection of himself making his body jerked itself to functionand boost up at once.

“You’re awake!”

How long was he asleep?

“Good morning, beautiful.~”

Beauty?Now now, little human..Let the Avatar of Lust handle the flirting.Although hearing their compliment was definitely more boosting than any reserved slot or timefor spas and saunas.

“How are you feeling,dear?”

Looking through his phone,it was already 4am by his lockscreen, garnering how the Beauty himself wouldalready have underbags on his eyes. But that is something a cold slice ofcucumber and sleep would cure. Unlike theirs, where the operation was rather concerning in regards of how their body would take it. How the body will heal and take in the changes..

“How long have you beenhere, Asmo?”

This human..When will they ever learn to answer before asking?

“Just an hour ago. Then Ifell asleep instantly.~”

Lies.He had been there for hours and perhaps a day?It had been so long since he moved from his seat from their operation and truthbe told..His buns.. his “ass”ets are kinda flat by now.Nevertheless..He would not miss being the first demon his human would see when they wake up.Never.

And to think he was out-waken by his human.

“Was there a nurse thatcame to visit me?”

“There was one that replacedyour IV and checked pressure while ago.”

Both eyes were soon by theIV with its fluid contents were nearly empty, something his lies however, couldnot cover.

“Wow.. Only a while ago withmy IV already up to be replaced? Asmodeus..”

Oops?

“Fine..I have been here formore than a while..”

Pouting their lips with theireyes gazing afar from his to the round décor by the wall, it was evident how hehad spent overnight beside them without any flinch or reconsidering even tomove from his seat before he could see his reflection once more on their eyes.

“You have dark circlesunder your eyes already.. Do you want to switch places? I will take a seat andyou will lie down on my bed?”

“You are not yet advised toeven sit up, darling.” The demon argued. “Dark circles could be remediedeasily.”

This human just woke up and their first concern is him?Or more specifically, his looks..Truth be told, the same could be said with him but They now come in second.His main priority is them.

“But..”

“No buts now, dear.”

Smiling seeing theirfeatures an upside down reaction to his, he nudged his seat closer to them, hesoon let his pressed his lips against their forehead before stroking a fewstrands of their hair that were, unfortunately, bit too sleek to his liking;

“Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“Want me to help you.. wash?”

“Asmo!”

Blushing at his suggestion,it was more of a concern rather than his usual evocative invitationsconsidering how several cords would hinder the progress, not to mention how thenurse would dutifully remind him of how their hand where it is injected to,should remain unmoved otherwise, blood will come out and ascend to the tube;

“I am quite serious.”

“Eh?!”

“I could wash my darlingbefore breakfast. What do you say?”

“Asmo…”

Finding this all amusing,it was quite difficult to put the talk into a more serious tone but with thenurse coming in an hour or two for their breakfast, it seems the Avatar of Lusthas to surrender it all;

“I could get a towel and abowl so you could work clean yourself while I will be in charge of cleaning anddrying it What were you thinking, silly?.”

“Oh..”

“It looks like someone ishaving a different idea. We could always do that.~”

“Asmo!”

Oh it is good to have them back.

Beelzebub

“Is this what they have inthe cafeteria?”

It was then, that even theAvatar of Gluttony found food unappetizing. They were looking rather bland andfrom the faces of the people eating, they seem to care more about filling inthe void there is at their guts rather than actually enjoying the food.

He would most certainly beable to tolerate it, especially when he sensed his tummy rumble when his palmrested on it but, for his human to also have the same experience?

It was a big no-no.

With an hour and a halfbefore the nurse or staff would give their meal for the noon, the Avatar ofGluttony followed his second brain to scout and find stores that sells betterfood.

Tastier food.

Just the thought of it hadhis stomach grumble as his nose then sniffed out, making several stops near thehospital’s vicinity, surprised with what mortals could do with simple and fewingredients that the demon presumes to be readily available.

Perhaps he should come around and know their delicacies more?He had always heard stories from them about some food that are spoken not tohis language despite being Gluttony himself.

With goodies in a largebag, truth be told, he was not accustomed to what his person would call “terminalillness”. It was a shock and the thought of it became overwhelming. His pacewere gradually slower as his mind could not erase their confession of theirailment, how they warned him, but did he listen?

He did.But he did not want to let it hinder them.And he will never let it be.

…

“That’s all for you?!”

At this point..

His eyes were fixated ontheirs, breaking its trance with the sound of the door shutting, making hiseyes travel lower down to their figure. They have been getting thinner thanthey were when they were introduced, having his rear colored with dark blues.

Perhaps, it reminded himtoo much of famine.. Seeing it onto the privileged’s eyes as they take what is supposed to be shared to others.

Taking the moment to settlewhat he had brought over by a small bedtable, his lips subconsciously drew asmile, refraining himself from making a comment or two about it.

“Why is that what you wouldalways say..”

With a giggle or two, therewas already a feast laid out on the table, making no room for the food providedby the facility, something he would just have to eat all to himself to trickthe staff, his eyes reflecting how swell they looked from sensing the newvarieties offered on their plate.

“Didn’t I mention we would have lunch together?”

“Yup. And I always get myusual hospital food.. But not anymore!~”

“Now hold on before diggingin..”

Munching the food away toreplenish the sense of famine within him, diverse yet complimenting flavors overwhelminghis tongue, it was obvious the Avatar of Gluttony could not help either to moanto compliment the divine food he just purchased or continue munching as thoughthey were alive and would run away.

“Umm.. Beel?”

“..Yes?”

Hearing them laugh ascrumbs went onto his shirt like a waterfall, his eyes fell too onto theirplate.

They have not even touched their plate..

“Could you help me slice upthis chicken?”

Is this why they are so thin?Because the food is rather inaccessible for a one-hand person?

“Of course.”

It took quite a while forBeelzebub to settle his fourth hamburger and mince to their favored sizes.

If that is the problem..Maybe he could offer them a solution instead.Him.

“Now say ahh..~”

“Beel!”

“Hmm?”

“I could do it on my own..”

“Not when I am holding yourfork, you couldn’t.~”

Belphegor

Violently shaking what heheld dearest onto his arms, not even a flinch or any movement came about totheir chest, making himself tremble, holding them closer to him.

It couldn’t be true.This is just a dream..He needs to wake up.

Belphegor could take on anyhardships there is, burden there is, but not facing the inevitable yet.. He wasnot ready yet.

And probably never will.

To an Avatar of Sloth,wasting time had been his forte, and to spend it efficiently.. is this what hisdream is communicating him with?

“Nnnn…”

“No.. no..no…”

“Nooo…”

Sensing his consciousnessseeping through, his body felt like being electrocuted by the door creaking anda stranger’s voice entering.

How long has he been passed out?

Usually, he could care lessabout such trivial matters but feeling like sleeping schedules and body clocksbut with someone’s life given with a countdown…

…

“Good evening. Is he your guardian?”

Turning his head to facethe voice, his vision soon could interpret the man as the hospital’s securitywith his record book at hand and a pen, his eyes for a moment, on Belphegor’sstate.

“Yes he is.”

There they are, sitting onthe sole chair provided for the guest with the metal rod or pole accompanying them,assisting the flow of the IV through their veins.

“Will he be stayingovernight?”

“He will be.”

“On it. Seems like he’s thepatient rather than you are. Ta-ta!”

“That’s not true…” Hemuttered, dark hues reappearing on his rear just as they were visible in hisdreams.

“Are you okay, Belphie? Youwere sleeptalking again..”

“I was?”

Shit.

“Just a random dream, Isuppose.”

By the looks of theirfeatures, it did not take too long for Belphegor to know how his response wasunpleasant.

So much for someone who just woke up..

“I just had a nightmare.The curse of sleeping too much.”

He dare not bring up hisown troubles. That would be insensitive nor does he wish to press an issueregarding their limited lifeline.. Truth be told, humans are mortal beings butwith an illness pressing them down towards the inevitable further…

“Would you like to tell meabout it?”

Tell them about it?

“It is just nothing..”

“You’re not really a goodliar, Belphie. How about we get to talk to it with a cup of coffee?”

Though the mattress wasrelatively comfortable and the pillows plump with the scent of theirs, like acertain paradise created for him, his body voluntarily get up and made them coffee.

“Don’t you think my habitsis just wasting your time?”

Crap.. What was he thinking?This is why he should have coffee first before even saying anything..Caffeine before making a mess out of himself.

“What do you mean?”

Too late. He dug himself deeper into this.

“Well..” his back facingthem as the kettle was settled down to two mugs, the powdered mix adding hue tothe pouring hot water; “I am the Avatar of Sloth and I tend to take naps moreoften.. sleep, you know… waste ti—“

“No.”

“No?”

“Because any time with youaround is time spent worthwhile.~”

Bewildered with howcheerful a mortal could be despite their lifeline drawing thinner by everyshift there is on the hands of their own clock?

“I do not understand..”

Parting his lips to gentlysway the heat away from the cup, their hands touch as they reached out for thecup, something with their heat warmer than a hot cup of coffee could provide…and it is rushing towards his cheeks;

“Because I get to hear yousnore.~”

Excuse me??Snore..Have his human mistaken him for Beelzebub?

“I do not snore!”

“You do! And yousleeptalk.~”

“That’s another thing!”

Giggles turning tolaughter, made it all the more embarrassing should he, indeed, does snore. Hishuman was someone who could not lie convincingly, at least for someone who istrained efficiently to sniff the BS out of his brothers;

“I do not snore..”

“Yes you do!” And theyproceeded to imitate it.. or make it looklike he does..?

“Okay, that’s enough..otherwise, I would make sure you get to sleep first before I do.”

“Noooooooo” and theyproceeded to sip their cold coffee, preparing themselves for the battle on ‘who gets to stay awake longer to witness the other fall asleep’.

_________________________________________________Updated masterlist here.

#obey me game #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #anon ask #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mod shin-seul

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The Love Story of a Fangirl 8/10

Chapter Summary: A year later you return to the echoes of a past dearly missed.

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[Chapter 8: Those Who Wait]

It was snowing in Devildom, the streets were surprisingly bare. It had been an hour since you left the Castle and finished the debrief, now you were slowly making your way back to the House of Lamentation. You were well aware, that other than Satan and the netizens of Devildom, none of the brothers knew that you were back.

It had taken a better half of the year and then some before you were able to complete your plans. It had been emotionally taxing for you to pretend that you were fine with the overly clingy brothers from that time line. It was harder to not project to the Mammon of that timeline, it was only the fact that the Satan over there could sense your apprehension that made it bearable.

You sighed and rubbed your gloved hands together. Regardless of the fact that you had already essentially spent winter in Devildom multiple times, you had never gotten used to it. You stopped right in front of the gates of what used to be your home and felt scared.

You had already changed so much from the person who left this timeline, what was 10 years of your life spent over there was almost a year of absence in here. You knew that Satan had a hard time, keeping things under wraps while watching over Mammon and ensuring that your beloved demon wouldn’t do something rash.

Your breath clouds over in front of you, and the snow slowly begins to fall. Devildom was uncharacteristically silent, and you entertained the idea that the world was rearranging it self for your benefit. Laughable but it brought you small comfort. Thus, with your shaky and weak legs, you mustered the courage to enter the place that you had began calling home.

Slowly, you approached the doors of the house and carefully fished out the key. The silence made the turn of the lock audible to your ears, you paused for a moment, wondering if anyone heard but a few minutes passed and no one had come. Nervously and silently you entered the through the door, hanged your coat like it was a normal day and then made your first stop to Satan’s room.

The halls of the House of Lamentation had no noticeable changes. The soft carpeted hallways still had no visible marks that showed the passage of time. The paintings were still in the same frame, the light bulbs had not changed. It was as if the passage of time only existed for your mortal self, and though there was no outward signs, the temperament of the house had changed.

Each step you took towards Satan’s room, only furthered this feeling, the place was more somber than when you first arrived and yet you knew that house had already recognized your return. The Little Ds that peeked behind the light fixtures and vases that decorated the hallways, the ghosts that would, at times, do your bidding for a price. The house whose temperature had raised enough for you to be comfortable...it was this little magics that showed you consideration, that remembered your preferences and your habits that made you at ease.

You finally arrived in front of Satan’s room and knocked softly, once and then thrice.

“Come in” Satan’s muffled voice came through the door.

Satan sat by his surprisingly empty window seat. He was looking out of the window and you paused for a moment to take him in. His hair was a mess, and he was in his sleeping clothes, the books by his bed were unorganized but most of all you could see the tenseness of his frame and the slightly prominent eye bags on his face.

You walked towards him, footsteps unhurried and gently pulled him close to your chest. He relaxes on your touch and gently, buried his face to your chest. You ignored the wetness spreading through your front and instead soothed your tired confidant and trusted friend.

“You did so well, Satan” You praised him as you kissed the crown of his head and let him work through his emotions.

You knew that your success hinged completely on Satan successfully solving the answer to get you back. Lucifer would not have stand for you to play God, and the rest would easily fall in line with the exception of Mammon who’d risked it all for you.

Thus you had bet everything on Satan, the certainty that he wouldn’t betray you and the knowledge that deep within he cared a lot for his brothers. It was perhaps terrible on your part to play with his emotions like this, but you knew that you needed to tip the scales in your favor. And Satan obtaining the power similar to Barbatos’ was the key to it.

“We failed so many times...” Satan spoke, “10 years...”

“I’m sorry...”

“Was there really no other way?”

Satan couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice, nor stop the tightness in his heart as he remembered each and every version of you that had looked him in the eye in resigned acceptance of failure. Knowingly heading to their deaths all for the sake of love that would not even last for eternity.

He remembered the feeling of failure etched on his bones as every version of him slowly, and ever so slightly became mad with grief.

“...It was the only option that didn’t present such high stakes...”

Satan kept silent only to gently disentangle himself from your embrace. He glared at you, “Was it worth it? I’m the one who had to watch you die! In all the possibilities where you died Mammon always left and Belphie always ended up dead by Diavolo’s hands!”

“And those possibilities no longer exist” You answered, “It took us 10 years to find the exact path to take just so to arrive at the best outcome, Satan, it was worth every pain of death I had to go through just to ensure everyone’s happiness.”

“What about me?”

You blinked and then knew that you couldn’t conceal your mercilessness anymore, “I’m sorry for what I put you through...would you like me to take away those memories?”

“I don’t know...What you gave to me...made me stronger than Levi and Mammon...”

Satan looked at you wryly, almost despairing and free of the wrath that was his core, “But you knew that already...the Eyes of Ira...this power to defy and rewrite fate... Master...just what did you actually pay for?”

You had no answer to this. Simply because you knew that somewhere along those 10 years you spent, desperately trying to come back and achieve the best ending, you had become warped beyond your own recognition.

“...Before I left...Mammon asked me if all the pacts I made were for Belphegor...the truth was both you and him were the only exceptions,” You took a deep breath “What I wanted was not a pact with Mammon but Mammon himself...what I wanted from you was your allegiance and the guarantee that you’d help me out to defy what I thought was inevitable.”

You looked at him and simply said, without any lies and deceit, “ I never trusted Belphegor, and I only played along to see what would happen but somewhere along the way...I stopped treating the rest of you as people I could use to get closer to Mammon and genuinely began to care...even for that little shit Belphegor... you must know that what I paid for was a chance for all of you to start moving forward...it was my own version of paying all of you back for the kindness I received.”

A simple answer.

“You...you’re a real idiot! I finally understand what that stupid Mammon meant about you!” Satan raged and yet you knew that it was only surface level.

You smiled at him and decided to hug him once more.

“Satan, thank you...and I’m home.”

“Welcome home...you troublesome master.”

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Homeboy

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 19 | Part 20 Homeboy | Part 21 >

Disclaimer: Bit of boyish teasing and making out in the kitchen

Author’s note: 🎶CAnnnnn you feeeel the love tonighttttt 🎶- I woke up with the most suitable song for this chapter in my head. Good morning everyone!

Word count: 2.164

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Dear readers,

In previous relationships big topics like; Will this last? Or; Do you want to settle down or just test the water? - were the kind of conversations I barely had until much later in the relationship. People these days have so many options when it comes to dating that speaking of things that even remotely feel like true commitment, are pushed away for at least the first few months. A simple brush over the topic of kids is fun. But what if that topic can’t wait? And if your date is okay with all that, what will people around you think?

Now, I praise myself the luckiest of Alice’s, because my chocolate cake is daddy material by every meaning of the word. And I mean..every meaning of the word - I know you’re reading this chocolate cake. And I’m glad I can confide in all things of the heart, even if was pretty scary to bring up such topics as mentioned earlier.

So, now here we are; now what? Just..go for it? Or..still go the traditional route? Being the odd ball for so long I don’t really feel like we should be bending too much to the expectations of the people around us, and yet I care about their opinions and fears all the same.

It is, dear readers, time for the talk.

Are you ready chocolate cake?

Ali

‘Don’t worry.’ Henry sniffled, feeling my hand near squishing his hand from the nerves that were working through my system. We were having dinner with both our parents. Not a completely weird thing really, especially since they were such very good neighbours, but the true reason for inviting them both for dinner at this cute seaside restaurant wasn’t just for neighbourly affairs. And I was one to totally overthink the whole situation and make myself crazy in the head for it.

Was it too soon?

‘There they are.’ Henry smiled and got up from his chair, waving happily at his mom, whom was followed by Colin, her husband and both my parents. Such good neighbours they even travelled together. Swallowing back the rest of my nerves I also moved my chair back and got up, my hands quickly rubbing off my clammy palms on my dress.

‘Oh sweet babies! You look so good.’ Marianne beamed, instantly moving to rearrange Henry’s stubborn curl that always tended to flop back over his forehead. ‘Momm..’ He softly grumbled, making his father laugh heartily. ‘Mitchel was just talking about this new hair growing shampoo he got..so who knows..next up she’ll be doing it with him too hahahah.’ - ‘Oi Colin! No need to share ‘em secrets just yet. I thought it’d be a fancy little surprise for summer. Me..long flowing hair..a fantastic beard..’ My dad rubbed his hand expectantly over his balding head and we all laughed.

‘Sit down, sit down. Please.’ Henry smiled, gesturing at the chairs around the table and before long we were all seated and a first glass of wine was poured. Beneath the table I could feel Henry’s slightly nervously shifting leg against mine, our hands closely entangled. It was a relief to know he was just as nervous. It all seemed silly, but still. We loved our parents and it mattered what they thought and felt.

From the look on my mom’s face I knew that she knew - not that it surprised me, she practically always seemed to eavesdrop. Then my dad, whom was still joking about with Colin. And Marianne, her eyes piercing into mine, lips casually sipping on her wine. She raised an eyebrow and I swallowed.

But, before I had even gathered the courage to speak up, Henry had already taken the lead, his warm voice breaking up the banter between our two dads. ‘Mom, dad, Mitchel, Elaine.’ He smiled. ‘Thank you so much for joining us.-‘ ‘Always son!’ Colin beamed, raising his glass. ‘Thanks dad haha. Uhm..’ He looked at me, his eyes lovingly searching mine. ‘We are both so very glad to have you as our parents..and see you get along so well. It makes it easier for us to..’

‘ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?!’ My mom blurted out, already squeezing her hands in excitement before Henry could even finish his sentence. Okay, scratch my previous assumption: mom had no clue. Henry blinked at my mom, then burst out laughing. I felt my cheeks flush up bright red.

OH MOM..please..for the love of god. Be-HAVE.

I wish I could just melt into my seat, disappear from the others amused smiles. Especially Marianne’s, her charming blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

‘Hahah..well..Elaine, though I absolutely intend to..ask your daughter that some day..’ He widened his eyes. ‘..perhaps first things first.’ He looked back at me and sniffled as I gave my mom a most exasperated look. ‘We are actually planning on moving in together.’

‘Oh..’ My mom gulped, then chuckled, her hand quickly reaching for her glass of wine. ‘..and babies?’ She said softly, almost teasingly, before quickly taking a sip.

‘MOMMM.’ I gasped, making her chuckle like a giddy schoolgirl. ‘Oh please..’ She raised her wine glass for a toast. ‘..do not mind me. It’s the wine.’ She winked at Marianne who laughed in turn, both women clinking glasses together.

‘Incorrigible..’ Henry murmured, sniffling ever so slightly as we watched both our dads and moms having equal fun and loving banter.

After Marianne and my mom put down their glasses again, Marianne scraped her throat, her brow furrowed in thought. ‘I eh..actually heard the Jones’s are moving out.’ She said casually, looking at Colin who nodded due-fully at his wife. ‘Correct.’ He hummed. ‘It’s a nice house, too.’ She smiled at me and Henry.

The hint was clear; the Jones’s house was just another 200 meters further up the road from where both our parents lived. Henry smiled at me and I felt my heart do another swift and fluttery somersault. Would he like that? Living so close to..? I mean..it wasn’t like we couldn’t stand our parents. We loved them, truly. I could have probably easily found a new apartment by now - but I didn’t. He could have been in his Mews home - but he wasn’t.

‘We could take a look.’ I nodded slowly at Henry, to which his smile only grew. ‘Sounds like a plan.’

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‘So..yea..we got the house!’ Henry smiled at Piers, the oldest of the Cavill sons munching away on some Christmas chocolates while nodding in shared enthusiasm. ‘Twats gwreaat.’ He mumbled with a full mouth, making Marianne swat his arm. The rest of the family looked up for a moment, some smiling, others mere raising an amused eyebrow.

No matter how old the boys would get, they would always remain boys in the eyes of their mother.

I snickered and snuggled into Henry’s chest, watching the rest return to their conversation. Piers, Simon, their wives and kids had all joined for Christmas dinner, and though I had often heard Henry talk about such events, it was quite special to be a part of it for the first time. I had known these boys from when they could barely walk and talk, so it was all the more fun to see how, despite having grown up, they still had some quirks from their childhood selves.

Henry being overbearingly caring for everyone. Piers forgetting his manners whenever good food was around. Simon always having to go the bathroom when dinner was just about ready. Some things never change. And others? I looked at Henry, his eyes quickly peeking back at me. Some things do change.

We had survived our summer fling. For the first time ever.

‘So what’s next hmm?’ Simon intermingled into the conversation, him and his wife situated at the couch opposite of ours, the fireplace on our left, his right. ‘Well eh..’ Henry started, but was soon interrupted by Piers. ‘Come on then Henners! House, wife, kids, it’s no secret you want that, huh?’ He teased, poking his younger brother in his ribs. Henry flinched slightly, giving his mom a look that screamed; “Please mom, make them stop”.

But Marianne only sniffled, hiding behind her glass of red wine and watching her kids go about like the good old days. Yes, some things don’t change indeed.

Henry sighed and looked back at me again, the other two clinking their glasses as if celebrating victory - a moment in which they missed the silent glimmer of sadness that suddenly had taken a hold of Henry’s eyes. I felt my stomach flip, not in a good way, and sat up a little. Henry swallowed and quickly made a smile reappear on his lips when his two older brothers sank back down in their seats.

I quickly emptied my wine glass and scraped my throat. ‘I eh..am going to fetch us a new bottle of wine. Anyone anything else?’ I looked around but everyone seemed content enough as it is, even the kids not wishing for more hot coco like I half expected. Only Colin shot up; ‘Oh I can do it too dear, please!’ - ‘Oh no. Please Colin. I’m sure Henry can help me out, right?’ I looked over my shoulder at Henry and he got the hint, also sitting up a bit. ‘Yes, why of course. Ladies first.’ He gestured me to proceed into the hallway.

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Moving into the kitchen, Kal hot on our heels (expecting food), Henry sighed, his arms circling around me even before we could make it to the cellar. Without words needed I curled into the warmth of his arms, feeling his head dip down to rest in the crook of neck. I was feeling all kinds of worried at that moment. Was something wrong? Did I miss some signs? Did I..-?

‘I already can’t stand the idea of having to miss you again.’ He whispered, hugging me even tighter into his chest.

And then I realised what this was about. After Christmas he had to fly out to shoot a new movie again. This time all the way over in Canada. And we still had to wait for the full green light on my hiatus as my employer was looking into a number of candidates, whom were right now writing a test assignment to see if this could work. In the worst case I would have to miss Henry for 3,5 months. About as long as we were together right now.

And that idea was terrifying.

Quietly I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, willing him to feel that I wasn’t going anywhere. That we were doing this. Together.

‘I just feel so bad for being the cause of all ..this..’ He swallowed in the last of his words, sighing harshly. ‘Hen..baby. We can do this okay. See it as some kind of ultimate test for our relationship. If we can survive this, we can survive anything.’ I leaned back a little to look into his eyes. He nodded, moving his head to rest our foreheads together.

‘At least after this shoot my year will be less busy.’

‘Yea.’ I whispered. ‘Thanks for inviting me for Christmas by the way. I hope your brothers aren’t giving you their worst.’ I snickered quietly. Henry sniffled. ‘They’re my brothers. It’s their sole duty to give me their worst. And I love them all the same.’ We both chuckled. Even now I couldn’t quite imagine what it must have been like to grow up with four brothers. I had no brothers or sisters, so whenever I wanted to play as a kid I’d come over to the Cavill’s. A real manly household at that; burping contests, dirty laundry piling way up high, building tree huts with rusty nails.

And poor Marianne trying to keep all of us in check.

’You have lovely brothers - albeit a bit of a teasing bunch every now and then.’ I moved my head back a bit again. ‘Are you okay to go back in there or do you need another..?’

‘Just..’ He captured my lips for a brief, though passionate kiss. ‘..a little moment.’

I hummed in amusement, basking in the warmth of his embrace. ‘That hiatus better be approved …soon.’

‘Yea..It BETTER be.’ He smiled, diving in for a far less family-approved kiss.

‘IEEWWWLLL.’ One of Henry’s nephews had apparently come in to check on us and we both gave him a teasing look.

‘What? Can’t adults kiss?’ Henry chided, making the poor teen roll his eyes in utter disgust.

‘You guys are SOO gross.’ The boy shuddered, quickly moving past us to fetch the cookie jar. Also like the old days. Henry wrapped his arm around me to press one more kiss, albeit far more chaste this time, on my lips. ‘I love you.’ He whispered, just loud enough for the poor teen to shudder even louder.

‘GROSSSSSS.’ He said with utter disgust, quickly fleeing the kitchen before he’d have to see anymore of this sappy adult-stuff.

Henry and I both chuckled.

‘I love you too, silly.’ I winked, then felt Kal push his head in my hand, refusing to be left out after all this making out between his humans. ‘And you three!’

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prideful-sins · 4 years

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Cynbel X Lucifer: Confessions of two sinners (OC X Lucifer)

Cynbel is my Obey Me! OC (here’s his info). Esmeralda/ Ezzy is my best friend’s OC/ MC (and our OC’s are besties) and Smeowg is his cat, they share a pact and with that pact they can feel eachothers energies and both become drained if the other uses a large amount, both my friend and I wanted to write out our OC’s confessing to their SO’s, no one will be interested but this is more for me than y’all

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Cynbel sat down on the edge of Lucifer’s bed, a dim light shining in through the window and illuminating his sleeping lovers face. Another night of ‘meaningless’ sex, used and abandoned, sneaking out to his own house smelling like sweat and despair. While it sounds like Cynbel hates these nights he, in fact, loves them. The arousal, the gripping, the clawing, biting, licking, hair pulling, all ecstasy, or so he would have said many years ago, but now? He just liked the time with Lucifer, being around him, listening to his stresses of his day, stresses made by either his workload or his brothers.

Cyn stood up and got fully dressed before turning to Lucifer, sleeping soundlessly on the bed. It couldn’t have been past 2 am and Lucifer was sleeping deeply, his breaths slow and heavy, chest rising and falling in a hypnotising pattern. His hair falling ever so slightly into his eyes, other strands stuck to his forehead, a remnant of their time together last night. Cyn took a step forward and pushed the hair from Lucifer’s eyes, he always hated it when it got into his eyes, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long upon the sleeping demon’s cheek before taking a sharp breath in and stepping away.

The door closed silently, he had been doing this for years now he was practically an expert at sneaking out of The House of Lamentation, not that he needed to, the Brothers knew what was going on, they had for years now, and it had gotten past the point of asking. Cynbel’s steps were silent and cautious down the halls, careful not to wake any of the sleeping demons. As he walked down the corridor the portraits stared in disgust at Cyn, or ,at least, he felt like they were.

“Fuck off” he hissed at a particularly depressing portrait of some random woman he’d never ever know. All was silent within the halls, but a snack was needed, so the route was changed for a slight stop in the kitchen. Cynbel made his way downstairs, all had been silent but not for long as the distant sounds of munching and wrapper unfurling was particularly disruptive.

“Beel? You in here?” Cyn turned the corner to a starry eyed Beelzebub.

“Hm?” Beel swallowed all that was in his mouth, “Oh Cynbel it’s you, hey”

“Hey, got anything I can have? I’m starving, Lucifer sure as hell tired me out”

“There’s not a lot left in here, but I can give you a slice Banoffee Pie, it’s Satan’s”

“I’ll take it” Cyn looked solemnly at the slice as he reached out to grab it from Beelzebub

“Are you okay?” Beel had already shoved something else into his mouth so his words were barely audible.

“Yeah I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Cynbel did his best at playing coy, putting on a fake smirk and shrugging his shoulders.

“You look really sad, that’s all”

“Huh” Cyn looked down at his slice of pie, “I’ll uh- I’ll be leaving now, thanks Beel ‘preciate it” Cyn walked off and waved the slice of pie as a goodbye.

Beelzebub wasn’t wrong, for the last few months Cynbel felt horrible after sneaking out like this, just one time he’d like to wake up next to Lucifer as an equal, as his public lover, but he was a coward, too scared to admit his feelings, feelings he didn’t even know he had until Ezzy decided to point them out to him. Cynbel was perfectly fine living it out as he was until his, supposed, best friend pointed them out to him. She was his best friend of course but damn if these feelings weren’t annoying, and to top it off? They both had to admit their feelings to their respective men. Another problem? That was tonight.

The streets were always quiet around this time, demons have places to be I suppose, naught more than a nightclub, throwing out the late night riff raff, was open. Streets lined with drunk demons enjoying their sins. They’re not going to have any food left for the morning, Cyn thought before taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket and dialing a local produce supplier. The only thing that answered the phone was an answering machine.

“Hey, it’s Cynb- uhh War, sorry to call so late, I’m leaving this message for this morning. Can you send The House of Lamentation 2 of their food delivery orders? Just send the bill to me and I’ll sort out the rest, thanks” Cyn hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket, his house now coming into sight, thank fuck.

The door creaked open and Smeowg came running right up to his master, chittering away and telling Cynbel about his day.

“Smeowg! Man did I miss you, how are you doing buddy?” Cyn picked up his cat and wasted no time in smothering him in kisses and headpats, returned with headbutts and licking. “You’re such a good kitty yes you are, come on we’re gonna go wake up Ezzy, I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight, she won’t mind” Cynbel walked through the house, cradling Smeowg in his arms toward their private portal, with a cat flap for his feline of course, the door swung open and he was within Ezzy’s own private cottage, the familiar smells of her herbs immediately making him feel at home. He weaved his way through the furniture and the remnants of her spell work through to her bedroom, where nary a sound was being made.

He turned the handle and opened the door as quietly as he could, Smeowg jumped from his arms and made a beeline for the bed, hopping up without a problem. Cyn closed the door behind him and walked toward his sleeping best friend.

“Hey Ezzy?” He whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking softly, “Ezzy”

Esmeralda moaned in response, her eyes opening and brows furrowing, “huh?”

“Can I sleep with you? I don’t wanna be alone right now”

Ezzy responded with a hoarse voice, “don’t even have to ask, just climb in” Cyn smiled and climbed over her, a little rougher than he should have but Ezzy didn’t mind. He snuck himself under the covers and became her little spoon, a rare treat for them both, her arms were protectively covering his side and neck and his back was fully against her body, an act of pure love on both counts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ezzy’s voice was soft amongst the pale moonlight within the room.

“No, just the usual” Cyn was quiet, unnaturally so, his voice wavering just a little.

“Okay, I’ll be here when you wake up”

“I know, thanks babe” with that he drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight, after all this time knowing Ezzy, and being at her house, Cyn had yet to get used to waking up and seeing sunlight in the morning, or maybe it was the afternoon. His eyes groggily opened, a slight headache ringing in his ears from his late night rambling home, the fresh air clearing his lungs from last night’s thoughts. God, why did he feel so drained today? Cynbel sat up on the bed and reached for his D.D.D.

[10:22 A.M]

“Fuck, that’s early” He murmured as he tossed the covers to the side. Cyn always liked the smell of Ezzy’s room, smelt like home to him, not many places ever had. He walked over to the drawers and opened the one that had some of his clothes in, a quick change and Cyn was in clean, non Lucifer or sex smelling, clothes. He opened the door and walked down the hall, into the living room where Ezzy was nowhere to be seen. “Damn, she must have gone somewhere, I’ll catch her in a bit” he said as he walked over to his door, stealing a pastry from the countertop in the kitchen, on the way.

He opened the door, pastry firmly in his mouth, and walked through, the smell of his own house filling his nostrils. As he walked through a loud, thundering knock came at the door, making Cynbel stop in his tracks, brows furrowed, and head pounding. “Son of a taint” mumbled through the dough as he walked over to his door. It swung open and he was faced with Barbatos, “Hello?” or a sound like it from his pastry-filled mouth greeted his fellow demon.

“Hello Cynbel, Diavolo is requesting you at The Palace, he has news he wishes to discuss with you and Lucifer” Barbatos gave a small bow and stood aside, his hand out and pointed towards a car to escort them. Cynbel took the danish from his mouth and swallowed the contents remaining.

“They can’t just send a text? Damn I just woke up” He rolled his eyes as he walked through and past Barbatos.

“My Lord knows you like a personal invitation Cynbel” Barbatos gave a small chuckle as he walked behind Cyn. No more words were said as they both entered the car and proceeded to the castle.

Cynbel couldn’t remember why he was there, he had felt so drained all day that nothing was being taken in by his brain, and the final straw was when he just fell asleep right in the middle of Lucifer talking about….something....

“Cynbel? Cynbel!” He heard Lucifer’s voice but just couldn’t respond, muscles barely even responding to the fact he was awake, until a very sharp stinging sensation on his face.

“Ah!” Cynbel shot up awake, his whole body reacting with fight in this fight or flight situation, his hand raised in a fist before seeing Lucifer’s seething face before him. “Oh hey, what’s up?” Cynbel had a shit-eating grin on his, now rested, face along with a mischievous energy radiating from him.

“What is ‘up’ is the fact you’re asleep during one of our meetings” Lucifer glared down at Cynbel, Diavolo chuckling in the background.

“Oh let him, I’m not even sure why he had to be here in the first place Lucifer, only one item actually regarded War in the human world and it could have waited for his next meeting” The prince hopped to Cynbel’s rescue, a thankful look on his face.

“I wanted to see him to make sure he knew of our dinner reservations later on this evening, and to also thank him for the food he ordered for The House of Lamentation this morning”

Cynbel raised his eyebrow at Lucifer, “Aww you just wanted to see me, of course I remember our reservations” he shrugged and stood up, “I would invite you Dia but it’s strictly Lucifer and I, and you’re welcome”

“Ahaha, I understand” Diavolo chuckled, gave a knowing wink toward the two demons, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Look, if I’m not needed I’m gonna go, I have some things I need to do before dinner tonight” Cynbel high-fived Diavolo, something he insisted on to make the Prince feel a little less ‘scared of’, and gave Lucifer a pat on the back before leaving. “Thanks for the nap guys!” Cynbel gave one last wave before leaving the room. He could practically hear Lucifer’s frown boreing into the back of Cyn’s head.

Walking back from The Palace was always a treat, cobblestone paths leading him down towards the antique shops, War memorabilia collected from demonic and human wars hung within windows, old portraits looking and staring from within the shop’s glass. As he walked by a quill within an ink set caught his eye, a lovely peacock feather quill complete with an embellished inkpot and scorpion venom ink.

“Lucifer’d love that” Cyn whispered to himself as he looked upon the quill with awe, not a second later he was walking in, paying 12 thousand Grimm, and walking back out with a gift wrapped box. A smile spread on Cynbel’s lips as he looked down at the box “he’s really going to love this”

The rest of the walk was quiet, minor fans bugging him for autographs or photo’s, no flirting, just him walking along with his gift toward his house. He opened the door and the room felt a little warmer than it did earlier, Ezzy must have used his oven for baking because hot damn did his house smell amazing right now, speaking of his best friend Cyn had to go and see her and see how she was getting on with her book, after all, both of them were confessing today. He placed his gift on the kitchen counter and proceeded to the portal to Ezzy’s.

Cyn walked through her door and found Ezzy fast asleep on her sofa, mouth wide open as she breathed in and out, Smeowg curled up between the crook of one of her legs, she must have been asleep for a few hours now, ah the book, that’s why Cynbel felt so drained today. He stood over her and tickled her chin ever so slightly, a wide grin on his face as she began to wake up, her eyes groggily opening before she yelped out in surprise, a howling laugh from Cyn as Ezzy shot up from her sleeping position, Smeowg jumping and bolting from his slumber.

“Don’t scare me like that, you ass!” Ezzy shouted as she got up from the sofa. Cyn only laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, babes, couldn’t resist,” he laughed. “I see you’ve been busy today” he looked around at the spell on the floor, book humming with distant, but strong, energy. Ezzy dipped down and retrieved the book from its position on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry about the energy drain. I know you felt it.” Her voice was soft, remembering how gentle he had been last night, and how bad she felt about the energy drain.

“No worries, dear. Just gave me an excuse to have a nap through Lucifer’s boring meeting,” the fondness in the demon’s eyes betrayed the mischievous smile, he raised an eyebrow “Is it done?”

“Yep, it’s all done,” her voice was excited and definitely anxious, he could feel her heart racing from nearly a metre away “When should I give it to him?” Ezzy’s eyes were wide, her eyebrows raised up high as she pondered her own predicament.

“Well, we had a deal that you would confess if I did. I’d say as soon as possible,” Cyn shrugged and flopped onto the couch. Smeowg happily jumped onto his owner for pets. “We all know he has feelings for you, so just give it to him right now. He should be home, anyway.” Cyn’s words fell on deaf ears as he watched her bite her reddening lip, “Ezzy. Ezzy. Ezzy! Dammit will you stop biting your lip?” He finally broke her out of her thoughts as she whispered a ‘huh?’ finally listening to him. “If you don’t get your ass moving and quit biting your lip, I’ll throw the book at him myself. Now, go girl! I’ll hold down the fort here, won’t I Mr. Smeowg? Yes, I will! Aw, you’re such a baby!” Cynbel didn’t focus on Ezzy leaving to admit her feelings to Satan, he fell into the trap of cooing upon his pet, rubbing it’s stomach with hellish intent and basking in the victory purring.

He heard Ezzy walk away with the book, a pang of worry through his chest as he thought of the worst possible scenario. “I only have a couple of hours until I have to meet Lucifer at The Fall, am I ready buddy? Do you think he loves me back?” Smeowg merely looked at his master and gave a slight ‘mew’ “Tell me about it, I should go and get ready, shower, shave and get dressed, let’s go buddy”

Once he was clean, shaved, and dressed Cyn admired himself in the mirror, parting his hair different ways and making funny faces in the mirror before heading off downstairs, picking up his gift and walking through the door, a small, but worried, spring in his step as he made his way to the car waiting to take him to his doom.

The drive had been silent so far but Cyn has other ideas, “hey Isaac, you ever just shit yourself about emotions?”his voice was playful but there was a tone of worry hidden below.

“Uhh?” The driver looked at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion, his name was definitely not Isaac.

“Eh drop it” Cyn’s failed attempt at some humour was thrown out of the window as the bumps threw his body around. The rest of the drive was silent and foreboding, Lucifer’s gift heavy within Cynbel’s hands as he played around with the ribbons adorning the neat gold and black paper. The car pulled up in front of The Fall and Cynbel stepped out, some paparazzi hung around the entrance trying to get pictures and questions, Cynbel merely waved at the cameras and gave his best smile, questions being shouted about if ‘he was meeting anyone there?’, ‘why was he holding a gift’, ‘is he proposing to someone?’ it was relentless, but easy to ignore as Cyn walked by the bodyguard, Mammon’s doing from previous, unwanted, entries on his part.

The atmosphere was happy and light-hearted, music coming from the nearby live band, a soft concerto piece featuring strings hovering above polite conversations. The waiters and waitresses bustled around to pour drinks, serve food, and deal with diners accordingly. The host smiled at Cynbel and gave a small nod.

“Do you have a reservation Sir?”

“Yes, it’s under War” Cynbel hated using his ‘official’ name for things but he was bound to it, for the most part, email subscriptions were usually just Cynbel. The host nodded and looked down at his documents, checking that Cyn wasn't some random demon who had wandered in from the street, they guy knew he wasn’t, Lucifer and Cynbel were here 2 times a week at least, and knew half of the staff by name, but he still had to do his job.

“Of course mister War, you’re second party is here already” the host walked out to escort Cynbel to Lucifer, of course he was here early, no time for Cyn to suck up his gut and swallow the heart beating a samba within his throat. They passed other demons eating happily, enjoying their food and the conversations they were engulfed within, the clinking of cutlery on plates and wine glasses set down on tables amongst the slight chitter of gossip and distant thrumming of laughter. The pair came to the stairs they lead to the second story of the hall, private booths for couples and business partners to discuss their secrets.

Cynbel thanked The Host for the escort and ascended the stairs by himself, breath barely there as his heart pounded within his head. ‘You can do this’ Cyn repeated in his head trying to give himself some courage, ‘Ezzy believes in you’ warmth radiated within his chest, originating from the pact mark on his back. As he walked up Cyn’s eyes darted around trying to find Lucifer, scanning over the people within the booths not taking in anyone else he may have known.

There he was. The butterflies within Cynbel’s stomach flew around even more so after looking upon Lucifer’s face, the ambient lighting making his features stand out, the curve of his cheek, the way his hair fell over his face, just perfect. Cyn walked up and Lucifer looked over at him, that smile appearing as he stood to greet his partner.

“Lucifer” Cyn’s voice wavered, excitement washing over him as he greeted the man he loved.

“Cynbel, good to see you again” Lucifer smiled, stood up, and reached out a hand to shake, nimble fingers entwining within Cyn’s.

“You too” Cynbel cleared his throat as he placed the gift on the table before tucking the chair underneath Lucifer. He walked around and sat himself down, looking more nervous by the minute, was he sweating?

“You look nervous, Cynbel, is something wrong?” A waiter came up and handed the pair a wine list for them to browse through, Lucifer was poised gracefully, his eyes staring into Cyn’s with nary a blink of nerve. Cynbel, on the other hand, was damn near panting, out of breath and smiling nervously.

“Wrong? No, of course not. I’ll have a Chenin Blanc” the waiter nodded and asked for Lucifer’s order, he responded with a nod, signalling he’d have the same, the waiter took their menus and left.

The night went on for the two, Cynbel creating lighthearted conversation and Lucifer chuckling along, hands touched between courses, feet played against each other throughout them chewing, rubbing along ankles in a playful manner. Lucifer talked of work, vented about his brothers’ doings of the day, letting his guard fall more and more as they conversed. The dessert course came, ones of Lucifers favourites, hot, poisoned apple pie with a custard ice cream.

As Lucifer admired his plate Cynbel cleared his throat once more, “Lucifer?” the alert of his name caused the other demon to look up at Cyn once more, a light ‘hmm?’ in response. “We’ve been staring at this all night, so here” Cyn pushed the box over to Lucifer, his face reddening at his feelings laid bare.

“It’s not my birthday Cyn, you needn’t have gotten me a gift” Lucifer’s sentence didn’t compliment the smile on his face, a slight excitement in his eye as he looked upon the gift.

“I know, but I saw it and thought of you” Cyn looked fondly at the other demon as he started opening the gift, fingers dancing along ribbon and edges of paper. “I actually had something to talk to you about, to ask you, that is”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to confess to you. Something that’s been eating away at me for months now. When we began this… this” Cyn waved his hand between the two of them in a telling way, they both knew what he meant, “we never wanted feelings to come into it, it’s been, what, decades now?” Lucifer nodded in agreement, “Well thanks to Ezzy, that dear friend of mine, I’ve come to realise that...well I don’t want to sneak out in the morning’s anymore, I want to wake up next to you and look upon your sleeping face before kissing you awake, I want to spend the bad days with you and help you through work and your brothers doings-” Cyn was interrupted by Lucifer’s gasp, his eyes on the present, Cyn smiling at his reaction.

“Cynbel this is, my goodness, it’s beautiful” Lucifer smiled at Cyn, this final act giving him the courage to continue.

“I love you, Lucifer, body and soul, I have for years but I never wanted to admit it to myself, but now that I know… I can’t just ignore it, I can’t continue with this by keeping my feelings locked away” For once Lucifer was silent, his mouth slightly open and brows raised in disbelief. The silence was deafening, and too long for Cyn’s liking “Lucifer, please say something”

“I- “ he began to reply before taking a deep breath, “I feel the same way” Lucifer gave a small chuckle, “foolishly, I assumed you had no feelings for me so I kept it to myself, afraid to ruin what little time we were spending together. Making love to you only to wake up and smell the covers of where you once were was torture, I would have hardly been able to endure it much longer”

“You’re shitting me?” Cynbel was astonished, his mouth hanging agape at Lucifer’s confession.

“I ‘shit’ you not, I love you too, Cynbel” Lucifer placed his hand on the table, open and waiting for Cyn to reciprocate, which he did, immediately. Hands closed around each other as they giggled and smiled, “What a night”

“Yeah you don’t say, honestly? I didn’t think you’d actually feel the same” Cyn leaned over the table, Lucifer mirroring him and leaning in closer, both of their hands clasping each other’s, smirks and half lidded eyes leading them into their first, proper, loving, kiss.

The world stood still in that one moment, knowing Lucifer felt the same way he did was amazing and this kiss was like none they had shared before that. Passion entwined within their bodies, electricity thrumming between them, smiles parting the kiss as their foreheads touch, Cyn’s hand raised to Lucifer’s cheek cupping it and running his thumb along his lovers cheekbone.

“Thank you for the gift, I’ll take that as an apology for your napping during the meeting earlier” Lucifer pulled away from Cyn, a snide smirk on his face.

“Oh? I was hoping to apologise later on tonight, unless you’d rather I didn’t? Cynbel played coy, innocently smiling and raising his eyebrows, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“Oh no, I’ll take that apology, too”

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Best Friend Pact- Part 4: But Never Forgot They Are Human

Calum attempts to drink the sadness away one night at a party, but his friend, Neveah, doesn’t let him completely. And in their stalled journey off sobriety, they make a secret pact. Black!OC.

CW: Over the course of this series, there are mentions of pregnancy, birth, death, and death related trauma. Please skip as necessary.

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Three days, Neveah's been home three days. But it feels longer. It's just exhaustion and some worrying messing with her sense of time. Joy's a big help, sparing her an extra hour of sleep here and there when she can. However, her nipples are still sore. Her intestines still feel like they could fall out of her at any point, which at this point, they are. Almost. The doctor called it lochia, a fancy way of saying that her body is still getting rid of leftover tissue and blood from the placenta detaching itself from the uterine wall. Not that she didn't drop nearly all of her uterus in the delivery room. What more could be left?

But what really throws her off, including the fact that even at the slight cry of Ettie her body wants to expel milk, is that both her and Ettie came home in diapers. She thought maybe the discharge would only last a few days, but she was very wrong. Months of tissue cannot be expelled in one week. It's starting to taper off from such a heavy flow, but it's still a pain. Every time Neveah moves positions, she's reminded that her body has taken the hardest hit it's designed to take and keep going. Parts of her are sore that she never knew could be so sore before. It'll be a month before her body gets itself together. While that's not comforting, she can be patient with herself.

Ettie settles down on Calum's bare chest, after feeding and Neveah reclines into the couch, exhaling. That's when she remembers she out to change her own diaper of sorts. "This is embarrassing," she huffs, finally pushing herself up. "My body's crumbling from the inside out."

With his foot, Calum taps her leg before she passes by him completely. "It's gonna be okay."

She smiles. He can see how tired she is. He is too. Even with his parents around, he wants to be there for everything. He has to be, to make even a dent in the guilt for missing so much before. She backtracks, brushing her lips over his forehead, then down his to his cheeks. Her breath ghosts over his lips before she kisses them too. "Thanks. Rest. She'll be up before long."

God, his gut still twists at the feeling of her lips on his. She disappears down the hallway. "My son, what are you doing?" she laughs as Duke trots along beside her. "I'm okay, boy. I'm okay."

Calum runs his fingers over Ettie's back. "Daddy loves you. You know that?" He keeps saying it, the phrase falling over his lips like a prayer. But he truly means it. He loves her so much. It's almost how unreal how fast he fell for his little girl. God, he'd do anything for her, go through any lengths for her. His ladybug, his star guiding him now. A small whine falls from her lips and he wraps his hand gently around her. "I'm right here, baby girl."

The noise quiets at the warm touch. The lower half the sofa dips. His mother sitting at his feet now, phone trained on him. "Don't look at me," she reprimands. "I'm not here."

"What are you doing?"

"A grandmother's duty. Getting all the pictures and videos that I can."

Calum chuckles, directing his gaze back to the sleepy baby. "Nanna's going to have album's full of your baby pictures. Get ready."

Joy pats his knee. "Just remember you're human too, son." A reminder that he has to take care of himself too in order to take care of Ettie. A reminder that he does, in fact, have so much time with his daughter, an entire lifetime. But guilt is a heavy mongrel. He is ruthless on Calum's soul some nights.

Calum hears his phone buzzing against the coffee table. He doesn't have to answer. But Ashton has been calling once a day just for a niece update. They'll introduce Ettie to the rest of the boys within the next week or so. Right now, they're just trying to get any sort of a routine. So Calum usually always answers. Just as he starts to stretch himself out, shimming just ever so slightly, another hand grabs his phone first. Neveah answers, smiling at the screen. "We haven't died yet," she answers.

"How you two holdin' up?" Ashton asks.

She looks to Calum, his eyes slowly closing. She knew he'd never make it too long laying on the couch like that. The sight makes her body warm. She flips the camera around. "We're doing alright. I think Ettie has him down for the count though. He can't even tap out."

"God, she's the cutest thing ever. She rivals Calum now."

"He did make her. The Hood genes are strong. All thanks to Momma Joy."

"I try," Joy laughs.

Another voice floats in from the phone. "She's so precious. You sure we can't see her sooner?" It's Michael's voice. Neveah wishes they could meet Ettie sooner. She would them too. But she needs more time to become human again herself. "I found the cutest little socks the other day. I know she'll lose them in like three seconds, but they've got little ducks on them and I just couldn't not get them."

The boys talk about themselves, Luke huffing in the background about not seeing his niece. But she starts to tune that out the longer she stares at the sight in front of her. Calum's chest rises and falls steadily, hand still placed on Ettie's back. She's a goner. This is her family. Unconventional in some ways for sure. But it's hers. Was this all Calum wanted? Was he just as elated as her? Was this what he needed?

The call ends and she settles into the one person seat next to Calum, gently running her fingernails through his hair. His face is utterly relaxed in his sleep, brows never furrowed, lips never pursed. She finds her phone, snapping a picture of her, Calum, and Ettie. Opening Instagram is a mistake. She already knows the comments are flooded with snarky remarks. Some are sweet and encouraging. Neveah knows if she posts this picture, even as a story, the world is going explode. But this is her family, this is her moment. The quiet moments....World Meet Ettie; Ettie Meet World.

"What if I drop her?" are the first words out of Ashton's mouth two weeks later. He and the rest of the boys finally have the opportunity to come and meet Ettie. They know they won't be staying for long, but it's about time.

Calum shakes his head. "You won't. Promise. I had the same fear."

Ashton holds his arms out, tensing as Calum slides the tiny body fully into his hold. He keeps the head supported, a bright smile taking over his face. He had always seen himself as the first to have kids. But Calum beat him to the punch. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe Ashton needed not to worry about anyone but himself for just a little bit longer. Being a second parent to his siblings was enough the first time. He can have a niece, someone to love, but ultimately does not have to raise. "You're gonna be so spoiled, Ettie," he chuckles, rocking her gently.

"She's got so much hair. I'm jealous!" Luke laughs, ever so gently brushing his fingertips over the top of her head. They talk to Ettie's sleeping figure in soft voices, introducing themselves, stating promises to always be there. Calum knows those words aren't empty either. He knows that they will do their damnedest to be there. He knows they're all human too, they're all bound to make mistakes. But there is no mistake in the effort.

The day is still young but to them, having seen the rising of the sun, it feels like they should be at the end. Calum, as they're paused in the line at the street vendor's stand, wraps his arm around Neveah's shoulders, playfully pushing at her cheeks. She puffs her cheeks out in retaliation, making him exert more effort. His chest rumbles with the soft laugh and drops the poking. "You're no fun," he teases.

"I'm plenty of fun." Her voice is a little soft. He hates the way she sounds. Her dad called earlier and told them not to come by to visit today. Another bad day. They happen so much more frequently. She still went and has been down ever since. He watches her clutch the amethyst gem around her neck. "Something just feels off," she whispers as they shuffle up in line.

"Off how?"

"Not good. I just have a bad feeling about something. It's been just...too many bad days in a row. You know?"

Calum pulls them out of the line, to some benches nearby. He doesn't like the way she's talking, so definite about things truly unknown. Sure death is inevitable, but it doesn't always come in one final sweep. Things can turn around before it goes bad. Calum turns the stroller towards him, keeping one hand on Ettie's tummy, the other resting on Neveah's knee. "Hey, I know it's hard. But you've gotta stay positive. Besides, things were looking up. She might turn around." Two months actually. Two months of her mother doing better. Though recently it has gone on a downward spiral.

She doesn't blink rapidly; there's a distinct lack of a lower lip wobble. She's sad for sure. She knows when she actually hears that her mother is gone. But something sits in her gut like the period of a sentence. It's final, no questioning, no taking it back. Her mother is going to die. Calum notes her silence, the faraway glaze to her eyes. "No, stay with me," he urges, pulling her face to look at him. "She's going to pull through."

"I just know," she whispers. Before her mother had her to fight for, her brother to see graduate. Her only goal this time around was to meet Ettie and that's done now. The only thing her mother would be clinging onto at this point is the pain.

The thought hurts him much more than her. Maybe it's because he's reminded of his mother's own mortality. No one lives forever. It's just a terrible thing to see them go so soon, in such a horrible and painful too. He opens his mouth to speak, to combat her knowing with his own. But there are no words. There is nothing he can tell her. The truth is the truth. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arm tight around her shoulders. "I'm here. I'm always here," he whispers into her hair. That is something he can promise, something that is also the truth.

"I love you, Calum." The confession is soft from her lips, but he hears it. He catches onto every syllable. Her breathe tickles his neck a little as she speaks.

"I love you," he returns. There's no hesitation in the phrase. He always thought he'd be terrified to tell that to anyone, to feel this deeply for anyone. But not to her. The truth is so much easier with her. He remembers the house party when he was feeling like everything was taken from him when he felt like he had nothing left. Now he has everything.

The next day, they go back to the hospital. Her mother tries to tell them they should've have wasted the gas. That's she's in the same old shape. But anyone that saw her mother yesterday and then say her today knows the truth is very much different. They don't stay long. Her mother yawns every few seconds, clear that her body is tired. Neveah hugs her mother tight to her body, now the tears are threatening to run down her cheeks. She can see the pain. "Rest, Momma. Let go. Don't hold on for us. Let go for you. I love you. Forever and always."

"Forever and always."

When her phone rings a couple of days later while eating lunch, Neveah doesn't reach for it immediately, busy with a grabby Ettie. Calum reaches across the table, taking the baby. "What do you see, Ladybug? What's got your attention?"

Her phone in one hand, she pauses watching Calum chat away to the baby. She remembers one of their running-on-four-hours-of-sleep-and-Ettie-has-finally-settled-for-a-nap conversations. He mentioned how he finally had something to pour into that poured back into him. That thanks to her and Ettie he didn't always feel like he was running on fumes and just getting by. Even though they were running on fumes. Having a baby is stressful. They carried the huge responsibility of such a tiny life, but there's something rewarding watching her discover the world around her. There is nothing selfish in her awe, just a pure wonder.

Having a baby didn't replace all the negatives in the world. It didn't magically erase all the insecurities and fears that Calum has. What it did was give him something to better himself for, it gave him something else for which to live. "You're going to miss that call," Calum notes, finally getting Ettie to release her grip on his necklaces. The grip of a baby is nothing to play with they found out when Ettie almost ripped out one Neveah's earrings from her earlobe.

She rolls her eyes, but steps away from the table, unlocking the phone and pressing it to her to ear. Calum gently pulls at Ettie's hands again, to let go of the chains again and to keep it out of her mouth. "No, let go, Ettie." He gets her grip free again. "When you're older, I'll get you one, okay? Pinky promise. Just no eating it."

He grabs the small cup of fruit puree, scoping some onto the spoon. She reaches out for the spoon. "Soon I'll give you control of the spoon, baby girl," he laughs, finally getting her to take the spoonful. "How did you, you know what, it doesn't matter," he sighs, wiping some of her food out of her hair. Things get everywhere with her. He's not shocked anymore by the fact. He gets the last of her small cup full onto the spoon.

Ettie turns her head, intrigued by the silver fork on his plate. "One more spoonful, baby," he says, going in for a second attempt. She whines in his hold, reaching out for the fork again. He sets the spoon down into the cup and shifts her closer to the plate. She will never settle until she can get her hands on it. "That's a fork," Calum explains, then proceeds to point to the pasta on his plate. "I made Mum and I chicken alfredo."

Ettie babbles, her small palms hitting the table. "Yeah," he agrees. "It is quite good." He points to the cup of fruit. "More? One last scoop."

Ettie's not paying attention, still eying his plate. Calum figures he'll try one last time with the spoon and if she refuses it this time, he'll call it good enough. He holds the spoon out in front of her, she watches it for a moment. The attention doesn't last long before she shrieks, clapping. "Yeah, it's mama," he laughs without even looking up. When he does, he can already see the news on Neveah's face before she can speak. His throat dries, tongue feeling too thick for his mouth. God, what can he say? His mind is just utterly frozen in shock.

"She stopped doing chemo. I never even knew," she whispers. She's not even staring at him or the phone clutched in her hands. Calum finally gets his bearings, mind finally getting back into gear. He places Ettie into her high chair and crosses into the living room. "I don't whether to be sad or relieved."

Calum kisses her forehead, hands cupping her cheek. "I'm so sorry, babe. So so sorry. She loved you. She positively loved you."

"I-I know."

There are very few tears from Neveah at the funeral home as they get arrangements in order. She cries a little bit more during the wake. There are no tears at the funeral, even as she marches down the aisle of the church to pay respects to her mother's body one last time. She clutches to Ettie's blanket, though. Calum can see the way her knuckles have lightened around the material.

Neveah wore it over her shoulder, burping Ettie outside before the procession. He stood with her before he had to duck inside. They agreed Calum and Ettie would sit just a few rows back and she would sit with her family. He didn't want to intrude and knew Ettie would be full of babbles, taking in all the new colors, smells, and such.

He was out way longer than he should've been, so he rushed inside. And only as Neveah was lined up the coordinator did she realize that the blanket was still around her shoulder. Instead of passing the blanket along, she holds onto it. It feels a little silly to hold onto this blanket, but she doesn't have it in herself to give it up.

She wishes she could cry, but all it is left is just an ache. One she always knew was there, but just now felt, staring down at her mother's body. She's going to miss her mother. "Forever and always," she whispers, before turning and taking a seat next to her brother. She leans into him. Even though she's older, he provides her with comfort.

In reality, it's just a hole, a holding place for her mother's bones. But it is final. "Why do the living care so much for the dead but not the others that are still living?" Neveah asks from the top of the path. She can see the workers lowering the casket from here.

Calum is unsure how to respond, still trying to keep Ettie at bay in his arms. Neveah notices the whines and takes the child. "Momma's right here, darling. She's right here."

"I can take her. She might be tired of me holding her, but if you need a moment."

She shakes her head at his offer. "My moment's over."

There is nothing for her to do now. Her mother is dead, three, maybe four feet deep now and counting. Soon they will throw dirt onto the waxed coffin. The type of wood will mean nothing to the dirt and worms that will crawl over it. The earth takes no prisoners, only temporary flesh and permanent bones. Her moment will be sealed up and marked with a tombstone.

"People care so much about the dead because they don't want them to talk bad about us. No one cares about what the living say, their opinions still have time to change. The dead speak in eternity and nothing can change theirs," Calum says.

"Ever thought about writing poetry?"

"I never have too much to say."

"You speak volumes with very few words. Ought to give it a shot," Neveah returns.

The ache of missing someone is a slow disease, but persistent. Some days Neveah does well; she cooks breakfast for all of them. She goes to work with a smile. She walks with tours to make sure everything's going smoothly. She can interact with children with light in her heart. Calum sees the nanny that comes in during the week, and Neveah relieves them. Some days she even brings Ettie in while she works for part of the day.

Then other days, getting out of bed is a drag. Neveah picks at her plate, getting just enough not to be met with Calum's firm glance for her to eat more. She doesn't talk much. On those days, Calum gives her space. Ettie notices something is up. Though she lacks the words, the feeling is still there to her. She climbs into her mother's lap, babbles, attempting to console. It will not ever completely dull the ache, but the effort is appreciated. It is enough to get her to smile again.

Calum peers into the living room. Ettie's laughing, reaching for some of her toys on her stomach. Neveah sits cross-legged onto the floor, smiling at their little girl. "Babe, watch!" she calls out, watching Ettie pushing herself up.

Calum wipes his hands on a dish towel, walking out of the kitchen. Ettie smiles, upon seeing him. "Hey, Ladybug."

"Say hi to Dada," she coos. "She can almost roll over, though."

"She's growing up fast." Every week is an adventure. They watch her for a few more seconds. Ettie pushes up again and then one moment she's on her stomach and the next she's on her back. Calum cheers, dropping the kitchen towel before pressing kisses all over Ettie's face and tummy. Ettie giggles at her father's actions, reaching for his hair. "You're getting so big, Ettie. Look at you, rolling over onto your back." The cheering alerts Duke who lifts his head and stands up. He settles back down, taking watch again.

Neveah watches with tears in her eyes. Joy will get a video later today. They'll set her down for tummy time again later and Calum will coax her to do it again for Nanna. Her father will get a video as well. Neveah knows he will race to the cemetery. He will sit on her mother's plot, screaming to the high heavens about their grandbaby being the smartest around. Neveah claps with clouded eyes at the achievement.

As they settle in for the night, Calum pulls her in a little closer into his chest. "Your mother is still smiling down on you."

The ceiling tiles blur in her vision. She inhales deeply, trying to blink back the tears. "You think so?"

"I know so," he whispers, kissing the skin of her neck. "I know it's not easy. But I'm proud of you."

She never thought about dealing with death as a thing to be rewarded for, to be praised for handling. Death is just a part of life. "Why are you proud of me?" she asks, turning her head to look at him. It's dark, but Neveah can see the outline of him, she knows over time the bumps and lines of his face.

His fingertips dance at the hem of her pajama shirt. "You get up every day and you're still a mom. Even when you're off, you still manage to get through it. On your off days, I don't expect you to jump at every cry. I don't expect you to find the energy to sweep, to cook. And yet you do, sometimes. And yet despite all the pain you carry, you still find the capacity to be on. And you let yourself have your bad days. You know your limits and you communicate that and it's hard having a young baby to step away. But you know ultimately some days you have to. And I am proud that you're not just feeling your pain, but trying to heal from it too. I am proud of your progress."

Her palm rests over his cheek, running her thumb up and down the stubble. Her brain is propelling her before she can fully calculate her actions. Lips pressed to his, she trails her nails up into his hair. "Thank you," Neveah exhales before pulling away.

He squeezes at her waist, lips finding hers again in breathy kisses. "You're very welcome."

"I'm taking you out tonight," Calum announces as he walks in through the threshold. He slips out of his boots and takes Ettie, kissing her cheek. "Miss me, baby girl? Love you." Duke trots over, greeting Calum as well and getting some scratches before going back to the edge of the playmat. He takes watch, some of it is uncertainty about the newest addition, but it might be an old instinct to protect still. When Calum looks down to Neveah, he raises an eyebrow. "Put on something nice."

Out? She's forgotten what the phrase means. Neveah hasn't been out in years. Put on something nice? She just barely fits into anything besides her work clothes. All her nice clothes don't fit her anymore. Part of her wishes she was more active about losing the baby weight, but in reality, the stretch marks don't bother her, the extra little gut is just there as far as she's concerned. Her body's just in a new phase. "It's takeout night," is her only rebuttal.

"Exactly, so I'm taking you out."

"Who's going to watch Ettie? Viv went home."

"Michael offered to watch her."

"Michael? I'm shocked it wasn't Ashton."

"Ashton would've put he had other plans tonight. He said he might stop by after them, regardless of whether we're back or not."

"Where are we going? The only things that still kind of fit me are work clothes and some old, old jeans. I can make it work."

He hasn't seen in her jeans very much lately. The moment she gets home she out of her work clothes and into sweatpants. "Whatever you're comfortable wearing."

"Well good thing I was gonna pump anyway. When is Michael coming over?"

"Half an hour, might be a few minutes more." Pushing up from the floor, Neveah walks into Ettie's room, grabbing the double pump and then settles back down in the living room. She can check through the last of her emails and edit that pamphlet for the latest exhibit. She didn't want a double dump at first, but Calum argued that if she was going back to work and still wanted to use her breast milk, having a double pump would be the most effective. She was concerned about price but knew that in the long run, using formula was more costly.

Calum's situated on the floor, reading to Ettie. When Neveah settles down next to them, she pinch the fat of her baby's cheeks. Calum laughs. "Do not distract Ettie. She is learning."

With a chuckle, she reaches up and pinches his cheeks too. It'll annoy him, but that's okay. His smile behind the huff is reason enough to keep it up. Neveah's thankful to have her pumping bra still handy. But it's not like Calum hasn't seen her half asleep with one breast pulled out the side of her shirt trying to feed Ettie.

She rolls the t-shirt up and folds it over the back of her head, so her arms are still through the loop, but her chest is exposed. Thankfully getting the latch is simple and after a few seconds the machine whirs to life. Even though Calum is still quietly reading to Ettie and she's on her computer, the moment feels right and intimate. This is her life, her family. After a few minutes of listening to Calum more than actually reading the words on her screen in front of her, Neveah shuts her laptop screen and rests her head onto his shoulder.

The action pauses the words in his throat. He sees the soft smile on her lips. He knows it's not always the most comfortable thing in the world to do, to have a machine hooked to her chest, but's effective. He finishes the book a few moments later. She's just quietly resting beside him, basking in the moment. He picks Ettie up and holds her horizontal, rubbing her nose against her mother's cheek. "Love you, mum. Even though I poop my diapers and on you sometimes, you're still the best," he coos in a high pitched voice.

Neveah laughs, opening her eyes, holding her lips over her teeth as nibbles on the end of Ettie's nose. "Love you too, baby girl. Even when you poop on me. Know why you're named Ettie?" she asks.

Calum bounces her on his thighs. "I'm curious too."

"Because that's your Daddy's North Star. Right when everything was slipping away from him, you pulled him in the right direction." She boops Ettie's nose, looking up to Calum. She's right. Ettie's the thing that keeps him in line. It was hard to quit smoking and especially after all the late nights and early morning sometimes he can feel his lungs aching for that inhale of nicotine but then Ettie smiles, or laughs and it's all over him, the ache disappears. He's a giver and no one really ever knows how to give back to the giver. Hell, he has to give to Ettie, for Ettie. But it doesn't hollow him.

"Star, the force behind his dreams, the force of life. Ettie Aroha, that's what you are," she whispers. "Bound to be the world's best footballer, because you've already got some strong legs on you, girlie. Bound to do great things. You owe the world nothing. There is no bargain for life, nothing in exchange for existence. Just existence and you can do whatever you want with it."

"Clearly, finishing school is a good thing. Don't pull a me, kid," Calum says, with a small laugh.

"Or do. Who knows what the universe holds?"

"Don't. Finish school. There's room for one uneducated person in the family and that's me. Mum's got two degrees, not including primary."

"Okay, definitely high school. But like, anything after that is truly up to her. College kind of sucked. It's learning and lots of money."

He huffs. "We are trying to sell education here, okay. Sell it."

Neveah laughs. "I take that back, Ettie. It was a magical time and I definitely didn't consider dropping out at one point."

"We need to work on your salesperson's skills."

Finally finished with both bottles, she turns off the machines and screws on the tops to the bottles. "I think they're just fine. Thank you."

Calum lugs the machine to Ettie's room again. "Mum's very smart okay. Don't let her fool you. She's one of the most intelligent people I know. She's very intuitive too. Listen to her gut feelings, even though they might seem a little naggy."

Michael shows up about twenty minutes later and they scurry out of the house. The first time in months that they can escape to themselves. Calum opens the door to his truck. Even for a fifteen-minute outfit change, she looks stunning in the green blouse, dark jeans, and black heels. She even managed to throw on some earrings, though she did steal his leather jacket. But it looks good on her. She looks good, she always does.

He originally intended to take her to an upscale place on the other side of town. But the more he thinks about it, the more he's willingly to tame down the gesture. It's their first outing alone in a long time. He thinks to the little breakfast diner, she loves. It's closed right now, but there is another little mom and pop hole in the wall that he really likes. It's not the healthiest spot on earth, but he thinks it'll be perfect for them.

The lights are low as they enter, hand in hand. Sports coverage is on every single screen in the place. But it's not crowded. He didn't expect it to be on a Tuesday evening, especially so early too. The hostess seats them quickly and Calum orders a stack of onion rings. "God, I shouldn't," Neveah huffs, mouth watering a little at the smell of them as they're brought out.

"You've got enough pumped for the next day. I mean," Calum teases, sliding the plate with a couple onion rings out to her. "Go wild, right?"

"You, sir, are a bad influence."

"No, I'm a voice a reason."

"Just a couple." A couple is all she eats too, though Calum tries to get her to go for the last one. To split the stack evenly but she doesn't fall for it. As their entrees come out, she's compelled to ask. Things are going well between them and for them. They both have feelings for each other and admitted it. But the baby is usually their focus.

"So, do I just live with you forever as your lover and the mother of your child?" She's not opposed to it; she's not opposed to never legally taking any steps. But she just needs to know where she stands. They are not just lovers on escapes through the Californian coast. They're parents. They have jobs. They're adults in bigger regard than legality. She just needs to know the truth. She can handle that.

"No," he answers without pausing, setting the glass of water down. "I know things are a little backward. But hopefully, eventually, you live in our house as my wife with our child."

"And that's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

Calum holds up one hand, holding the other a few inches above the table. "Swear it on the Bible."

She scoffs a little finishing her bite of chicken before speaking. "Too bad I don't have one right now."

Calum nods to his left. "Bookstore right next door. Sure they have one."

She pauses. He is deadly serious, reaching into his wallet. She's practically done, so used to eating as quick as she can to tend to Ettie. She watches the fifty with another twenty on top falls onto the table. The meal was 30 at most, neither one of them ordering an alcoholic drink. "C'mon," he says, sliding out of the booth.

"You've barely eaten. Sit back down. I believe you."

"I'm not Ettie. You cannot scold me."

Neveah takes his outstretched out. "I surely can nag you though. You're going to be hungry later," she reprimands as Calum leads her around the tables to the front door.

"I'll eat leftovers."

"You'll have wasted that money."

"It's a tip for her great service."

The door chimes above their heads as Calum opens it for her, having to break the hand holding. But he reaches for it the moment he steps inside. "When we get back, I've got to finish those edits. You'll be with Ettie for a few hours without me."

"I'm her father. I don't babysit my child. I raise her, I take care of her just like you do when there's those few hours between you getting home and me leaving the studio," he says, reading quickly over the signs. He finds the religious heading and starts for it, trailing her along.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm just–everything's so different now."

"You're a mum now. You're still the sarcastic asshole I fell in love with. But now you nag me about eating. I get it."

Almost instantly after rounding the corner of the bookshelf, he finds a Bible. He gently pulls at the hardcover spine and pulls it from the shelf. She holds it out, his left palm rests on it and his right hand is raised. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" she giggles.

Calum tries to keep the smile from cracking his facade. But his giggle leaves him and he drops his head as the laughter shakes his shoulder. "You fucking idiot, I'm trying to be serious," he huffs.

Neveah fakes her offense, brows pulled together. "First I'm an asshole, now I'm a fucking idiot, you ought to burn where you stand for such language, asshat."

"I should burn huh? Sounds like you're burning with me."

"If I go, who takes care of Ettie?"

"Should've thought of that before you swore." He clears his throat, licks his lips and finally gets the smile off his face. It takes a moment because she keeps giggling. But finally, the amusement dies down. "Now, when I said I wanted you as my wife with our baby in our house," his breath leaves him for a second, staring into her eyes. They've finally got a small twinkle to them. He's missed that. "I was telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth," he concludes in a whisper.

Her gaze flickers around his face, before landing on his lips. "Sworn on the Bible," she grins, half of the smile lifting higher than the other.

"Told you I would." He knows he doesn't have to ask anymore. "Are you going to say anything snarky if I kiss you right now?"

She shakes her head, blindly placing the book on the shelf. "I would say something snarky if you didn't."

Calum cups her face, kissing her hard. Is it unconventional to be nearly 33, kissing like teenagers in the middle of a bookstore? Probably. But at that moment all he can think about is her kiss, her touch. She smells like honey in his nose, probably a new shampoo or lotion. He's not sure. Her hair products are a constant rotation.

All he is sure is that her lips feel like heaven on his, soft even a little chapped and warm. Her nails dig into his forearm before she wraps them around his midsection, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Their tongues slip over each other before they part, breathing heavy and still clutching each other.

Neither one can fully open their eyes, trying to just keep breath in their lungs. Neveah tilts her head again, capturing his mouth, the tip of her tongue running over his lips. As she parts, Calum pulls her back, mirroring the same action on her. He slides his arms over hers, slipping them between her shirt and his jacket. He's not connected to his body anymore, he thinks, watching the way she grins at up at him. No, it's not him holding her so close. It's not him that gets to wake up next to her each day. It can't be. But when she pecks his lips, the reality comes rushing back. It's him. It's actually him living this life.

"Hate to ruin such a precious moment. But I'm going to ruin it. We close in like ten minutes," an older gentleman warns.

"We just really love Jesus. Sorry. Have a great night," Neveah rushes out, taking Calum's hand and pulling him out of the aisle and out of the store.

He laughs from behind her. "We just really love Jesus."

"Didn't you go to some fancy private Christian school? You saying you don't love Jesus."

"That is utterly beside the point."

"Then tell me what utterly is the point?"

Calum's phone starts to ring. He reaches into the pocket, noticing Michael's number. "The point is that we got caught making out in a bookstore." He hopes everything's okay but stops on the curb before they hit the parking lot. "Is everything okay?" he asks answering.

"She's just a teensy fussy and I think it's teething. It woke her up from her nap," Michael relays.

Calum can hear the cries in the back. It's not skull piercing just yet. But he's gotta act fast. "A lot of drool?"

"Definitely. I'm going to need a new shirt."

"She'll getcha for sure. Rubbing her gums helps. You can use your finger or take a damp gauze pad. But if you're not comfortable with that, there are some teething rings in the fridge."

"I love Ettie, but I don't think I could rub her gums like that."

"If the ring doesn't work, call me back. And you might not want to change out of that shirt just yet either. She'll keep drooling, so try to keep that as clean up as possible."

"Got it. Sorry to interrupt your date."

"It's alright. We were interrupted once."

The cries subdue and Calum relaxes, finally feeling the soothing strokes of her hand on his back. He hates hearing his baby cry. "What happened?" Michael laughs.

"I'll tell you when I get back to the house. Has Ashton been by yet?"

"Nah, he texted me though saying he should be by in the next hour."

Calum wraps his arm around her shoulders. "Okay. Thanks again for watching her."

"It's not a problem, dude. She's pretty chill. Besides teeth are a pain. I have all mine and I still wish I could suck on a teething ring sometimes."

Calum laughs. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." As they hang up, she's already mentioning getting back home. Calum pulls her back. "It's okay. Just teething. Michael's gonna give her a cold teething ring. If that doesn't work then we'll go back. Right now, we should see how many other places we can get caught kissing."

"How many drinks have you had? What have you done with Calum?"

"You telling me you don't want to go into that convenient store, hide in the chips for a second and kiss?"

His smile is contagious. It's like their 23 again, but instead of sitting at house parties and helping him sneak off for a cigarette and to spill his guts, they sneak off from being parents for a couple hours and they are kids for just a moment. Neveahshakes her head, grinning at herself. "And we ought to buy cheap lime-a-ritas and I'll just bottle feed Ettie tonight."

"You can buy one, I'm driving."

"Now you're a rule stickler," she scoffs.

"Younger me did not have a baby to get home too."

"Fair. I'll go with something smaller. Lime-a-rita's bound to fuck me up completely now."

"Lightweight."

She swats at his chest as they start to the car. "I know what I am and I'm okay with that."

Calum unlocks the door to the house and barely gets his two feet in the door before there's a shriek and a tiny body is waddling up to him. "Dada!" Ettie shouts, all year and a half of her colliding into his chest.

"Hey, Ladybug! Oh!" he laughs, lifting her up. "How are you? I missed you!" Ettie wraps her arms around his neck and he carries her into the kitchen. Neveah sits at the counter, cleaning off papers. He takes hold of the back of her neck, to still her. He hums, kissing her deeply. His gut and chest warm. He's finally home from all the droning of business.

"Hon, tell me that's your beef stew I smell?" Calum asks, pulling away from their kiss.

She shrugs. "I don't know. You tell me."

He presses another kiss to her forehead, shaking his head at the comment. As they eat, Calum keeps glancing to Neveah's left hand. He hopes she catches the hint. But he's praying she hasn't found the box either. He tried to put it high, knowing she's less likely to be snooping up that high in the day to day chores. She mentions how the programs for the kids at the museum are gaining a lot more attractive now thanks to the change of distribution amongst elementary and middle schools. He talks about promotion and tour dates. They have to travel for the latest album.

She nods, breaking off more biscuit for Ettie. "We'll be okay."

"I knew I'd be gone. Just, not so soon," he whispers.

"I'll have Viv to help me out some. I'll call my dad and see if he can help."

Calum reaches across the dining room table and takes her hand. "I know you can make it. I'm just sad to leave you guys. I know I can't convince you to leave the museum and tour the world with me. I wouldn't even try."

She shrugs. She was convinced to have his kid of out a pact. She moved in with him. She's fallen in love with him. There's truly not much more she couldn't be convinced to do. "I love my job. But I love my family more. You nearly died leaving when I was pregnant. I can't have you going through that again."

His jaw drops. Would she really leave her job? "You can't not be doing something. I know you. You're too antsy. Stay home."

"We've only got a couple more years of Ettie not being in school. A few months and she can see the world."

"It's rough. She needs such a strict schedule, time zones are crazy. It's best if you stay home, work, keep this schedule that we have going."

"I've got some vacation time. Maybe not the whole shebang. But for a couple of weeks, we can hang out."

That's reasonable. That'll help him keep sane during tour. Calum nods. "We'll see when you can get time off during the U.S. leg. And maybe later I'll take you guys abroad."

"If it's Europe, I gotta see Switzerland."

"You got it."

"Also, I've never been to Australia."

"One thing at a time, Honey. One thing at a time."

"This was about your parents! They need to see Ettie too."

Calum surely did not miss the mischievous twinkle to her eyes. "Uh, sure." They finish eating and Calum loads the dishwasher, thinking about that top corner of his side of the closet. He can't wait anymore. He finishes with the dishes before heading to the bedroom. He finds the bag it's in easily, double checking that nothing has been disturbed. Positive nothing has been messed with he walks back into the kitchen. How the hell should he ask? On one knee. God his knees just ache thinking about that.

As he walks into the living room and notices Neveah's back turned he figure his this is shot. So he wraps his arms around her waist, burying his face into her shoulder. She laughs. "What are you doing?"

"Givin' you some loving. I see you looking this good in sweatpants." He playfully teases the drawstring. She taps at his knuckles, laughing. They've become much more intimate over the months. He holds the ring out in front of her.

All the air presses out of her lungs. "What is this?"

"I make good on my promises. So," he pulls away and turns her to face him. "Will you be my best friend literally forever, my love, not just lover? Will you be my wife?"

"Yes," the word leaves her so softly he barely catches it. Her nod is the thing that lets Calum know her answers. He slides the ring onto her finger, pulling his bottom lip between his lips. "So we went from best friends to lovers, became parents, and somehow we've made your way back to lovers."

"Some say that's the best love story around."

The clouds pass by yet again. Calum's off of the sidelines with some other dad's. Neveah watches him pace on the field. They came in separate cars. She picked up Ettie from school and got her ready for the game. Calum came directly from the studio. He ought to be saving his voice. His voice coach will be pissed about all the shouting he's done during the game. But of course, he's gonna shout. This is his ladybug's first game of the season. "C'mon!" he shouts.

"Save your voice, Cal," Neveah whispers from the stands before watching the field again. She couldn't watch the game with him yelling in her ear, so she told him that she would sit somewhere else during the game.

Ettie's dribbling the ball downfield when she takes a push from another girl. Her team is up a goal and there are only a couple minutes left in the game. Nothing is called against the offensive move. "C'mon ref! She was pushed. My baby was pushed!" Neveah shouts.

Calum turns from the sidelines to find her, standing up, leaning over the other parents, hand cupped around her mouth. If she thinks he's bad, she ought to see herself. As she settles back down, they lock eyes, smiling at each other. They know the real reason why they don't sit next to each other. It's because the shouting becomes tenfold. Not only are they shouting at the game, but they will also bicker with each other.

"Your daughter is on the field!" Neveah calls out to him. "And she's been pushed. But clearly, none of the refs are wearing glasses."

Calum chokes on his laughter, waving at her to simmer down. They're about to get kicked out for the rest of the season and it just started. The last minute of the game is tense. But thankfully Ettie's team manages to keep their lead. Calum cheers from the sidelines. Neveah races down from the bleachers to his side and collides into with a hug. They know not to intrude on the field, letting Ettie have her moment.

The teams line up and give out high fives before they grab their bags. Ettie walks up to her parents, grinning. "Next time, stay in the car," she teases.

"But you won!" Calum shouts, lifting his little girl. She refused soccer for a long time. They tried it when she was 6, but she wanted to keep dancing. But now at eight, she decided that maybe dance wasn't everything she wanted and asked Calum to help her so she could try out for the team.

Ettie laughs at the smiles her parents' sport. They were just like this about dance. Much less loud, but still very enthusiastic about her interest. Calum learned how to perfect the ballet bun and how to prevent a run in tights. Now with soccer, Neveah learns not to freak at grass stains and keep a fridge stocked. "You two are embarrassing," Ettie teases but looks down as she kicks the grass. "You sure I can't get a piggyback ride?"

Calum pulls out her sneakers. "Change out of your cleats and that ride is all yours."

Ettie takes the shoes and heads to the closing game huddle. Her coach congratulates them on the win and talks about practice next week, what to expect, the new drills. She walks back to her parents, Calum kneeling for her to jump onto his back. They walk back to their cars, debating where to go in celebration of the victory. "Ice cream! Before dinner?" Ettie questions.

Calum's not always an easy one to crack. But he gives in quickly. Ettie turns her attention to her mother, jutting out her bottom lip. Neveah doesn't even need to look up. "Put that bottom lip back in. We have to go because you're going to go with Dad. And if you go with him, he's going to sneak off and do it."

"You guys are the best."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Calum and she chorus, laughing. They're not always perfect parents. But they do their best, like agree to ice cream before dinner after soccer games.

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Yes Master

A/N: This is the first fic I have written for tumblr and it was heavily inspired by a dream I had the other night. Enjoy. Levi/MC/Solomon Warnings: NSFW, threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, degradation kink, praise kink, voyeurism.

It had been six months since you had started your relationship with Levi and it had taken you a lot to get to this point. When you first arrived at Devildom you had nearly died at the hands of Levi because you pushed it too far trying to get your pact with the third brother. He was so envious that you, a normie knew more about his all time favourite series that he couldn’t stand it and he had lashed out at you. When he realised that you also loved watching anime and playing games, he had invited you to come to his room so that you could watch the latest episode of the current anime he was watching, he was fully expecting you to turn him down because why would you want to spend time with a yucky otaku like him when you could spend your time with any one of his brothers, so imagine his shock when you accepted. The poor boy had nearly died right there. What had started out as a weekly gaming night or anime marathon turned into you spending all of your spare time in Levi’s room. The two of you quickly becoming inseparable, much to Mammon’s chagrin. The whines of “why are ya always with Levi? Why don’t ya spend time with your First man for once?” and “hey Human! why are ya ignoring THE great Mammon huh? Don’t ya know what ya missin’ out on?” being constant background noise in the house. Not that you cared, you loved spending time with Levi. Things just felt so easy and so right when you spent time with your best friend. Over time you started to feel more for the shy demon who you called your best friend, however you were reluctant to admit your feelings as you knew he was so insecure that he felt unworthy for any attention, you knew that in his mind it was an absolute miracle that you were his friend and that he got to spend all his time with you. You didn’t even know if Levi shared your feelings and you didn’t want to destroy what you had with Levi so you felt like it was the best course of action to just keep your feelings locked away and you had vowed to never speak of it. Until Asmo got involved that is, because of course the avatar of Lust would pick up on your unspoken feelings. One day whilst you were walking down the hallway making your way to Levi’s room for yet another anime marathon Asmo called after you “___, sweetie!” God, you really did not want to deal with this right now, you already knew where this conversation was going to go yet you didn’t want to seem rude so you stopped and asked “hey Asmo! What’s up?” you watched as the biggest, most mischievous grin spread across Asmo’s face before he innocently replied “oh nothing much, I was going to invite you to my room so we could have a spa day, but seeing you out and about I assume I’m too late and you’re already on your way to see Levi?” as he finished his question he leaned in closer to peer at your face. You immediately tilt your head down, trying to hide from him, already knowing that the slight blush that was beginning to colour your cheeks would not escape his notice “yup! We’re going to watch that new anime that Levi has been super excited about watching” you speak as quickly as you can so that you can get away as fast as you can. Asmo realises this and says “so…Levi huh?” Your head shoots up, eyes wide as your mind reels. You hiss “Asmo! Shut up” before you quickly drag him into an empty room “just what do you know?” you question him immediately. He smirks before saying “well I know that you like my older brother and that you are refusing to mention it to him.” You groan before Asmo continues “if you like him so much why don’t you confess to him?” your eyes widen again before stating “but As, what if I tell him and he doesn’t like me back? What if I ruin our friendship? I would rather stay as we are than lose him” Asmo just smiles, places his hand on your arm and says “I see how he looks at you, you are SO much more than just a friend to him. Although I will admit that he is a little on the shy side so you may need to make the first move sweetie” he winks and then flounces out of the room leaving you with your head spinning with all that was just revealed to you. Levi likes you? As more than a friend? you get jolted out of your thoughts by your D.D.D buzzing, when you look at it you see a text from Levi “where are you ___, the show is starting in five minutes!” you internally curse, this is not what you needed right now. You felt the overwhelming want to ditch but how could you do that to your best friend? He would hate you. You would just have to go and try and act normal, once the show had started you hoped that everything would be fine. You took a deep breath and continued down the corridor to Levi’s room, knocking once before entering. You took note of the two beanbags on the floor next to each other, this being your usual set up, Levi already seated in one with the snacks surrounding him. He looked up when he heard you enter and he grinned “___, you finally made it! I started to worry that something had happened to you!” he patted the beanbag next to him “here, everything’s ready, now just to wait for the show to start!” You grin back, albeit slightly strained, as you tried to act as normal as possible “Hey Levi, sorry I’m late. Asmo wanted to ask me something about our Human Studies Class so got held up slightly” you made your way over to your beanbag, settling yourself before you realised how close you two were. Were you always this close to one another? You felt your heart begin to race slightly but thankfully Levi didn’t seem to notice. He replied “ah that’s okay, you’re here now. So you excited for this?” he passes you some snacks and moves slightly to get more comfortable. Feeling more confident that you were passing off as natural as you could, you smiled and replied “yeah, should be a good one” you then turn your gaze to the telly and say “oh! It’s starting!” you turn your face slightly so you can see Levi get drawn into the show and you let out a small sigh. Thank God you think, now you could relax. Except you couldn’t. Your mind was still racing from the admission that Asmo had left you with and you couldn’t stop thinking about it, you started playing with your hair unconsciously. Suddenly all the background noise had stopped, you noticed very slowly that the show was now on pause and then you realised you heard Levi calling your name. “___” you slowly turned to see Levi with his gaze on you “is everything okay?” he questioned and you could hear the worry affecting his voice, you tried to act natural saying “yeah I’m fine Levi, why wouldn’t I be?” You watch how he quirks an eyebrow at you before saying “well you’re playing with your hair and you only do that when you’re worried about something. So come on, tell me what’s bothering you?” You couldn’t believe it, he had noticed your nervous habit even when you didn’t realise you were doing it. You took a deep breath again, time to come clean. “so, I hear that you like me” you tried to sound as calm as possible, Levi’s eyes widened as he started stuttering “I-I…Where did you hear that?” Okay, he wasn’t denying it…was it true then? You looked down slightly and said “Well you know how I said that I met Asmo in the hallway? And he was asking me about our Human Studies Class? Well that may have not been entirely true” You didn’t look at Levi but you didn’t have to look at him to feel how stiff he had become “Asmo you fucker” you hear Levi curse under his breath, you look up briefly and see the blush staining Levi’s face. You decide to put you both out of your misery and whisper “so…is it true?” Levi begins to flail, eyes shifting all over the place, he was doing his best to look anywhere but at you “I-I…” You knew you were getting nowhere fast, and would have to take it up a notch. You stand up and move to straddle Levi, once you have settled on his lap you feel him stiffen even more, as if even breathing was out of the question. He looking away from you, so you reached out placing your hand on his cheek then sliding it down so your fingers were gripping his chin ever so gently. You feel him gasp but he still doesn’t move, so you slowly move his face until you catch his gaze “Levi, talk to me. Is it true?” he can’t say anything at this point so he just settles for a nod “can I tell you something Levi?” you whisper, not wanting to scare him. He nods again and very brokenly whispers “you…can tell me anything ___” You close your eyes for a second to gather your courage, when you open them back up you gaze into his eyes as you tell him “I have liked you for a long time Levi, I’ve liked you for months. But I didn’t want to ruin what we had so I thought it was better to not tell you. I was so scared Levi, but I’m not scared anymore, I need to tell you how I feel even if you don’t feel the same way.” Suddenly Levi’s face gets closer to yours and your words get cut off as he presses his lips to yours. It takes a minute for your brain to catch up to what has just happened. Levi is kissing you! And it feels absolutely heavenly. He starts off extremely gently, pecking your lips before he suddenly starts kissing you with more and more passion. You lose all track of time, focused only on the feel of his lips against yours nipping and sucking, you only end up breaking the kiss so that you can take a breath. Levi presses his forehead against yours and whispers “I was exactly the same ___, I was so scared. What if you didn’t like me, I am a yucky otaku after all. But I love you and I can’t try to deny it any more” you move your face away so that you can give him a kiss on the forehead and you giggle “Levi, if you’re a yucky otaku then so am I. We can be yucky otaku’s together, if you would like to be that is?” Levi lifts his head at your words and when he smiles at you, you had never seen such a beautiful smile in your life. “I would like that very much” Levi whispers before kissing you again. Your relationship with Levi moves pretty quickly, within the first week you had gone from kissing to having sex on a very regular basis, and what with Levi’s penchant for hentai there were very few things that you two hadn’t tried. You were both very experimental and willing to try anything at least once. --

It was very rare occurrence for any of the brothers to see the two of you separated for any length of time longer than a couple of minutes but today was one of those days. Levi had been summoned by Diavolo as he was required to train the newest recruits of the Hell’s Navy so you had a free day. You spent some time with each of the brothers, taking time to catch up with them all. Your last brother to spend time with was Asmo as you knew full well that he was planning a much needed spa day, you made your way to his room and when he answered with a “___, sweetie” you couldn’t help but grin, you were ready for your pamper and gossip session. Asmo took you by the hand and led you straight over to the nail bar section of his room so that he could paint your nails, as soon as you were seated he moved forward slightly and grinned before saying “so…spill the beans, I want to know everything and don’t you dare hold back on me!” you instantly felt the blush spread across your face and you were sure it was beet red, you try and change the conversation topic to absolutely anything else but you knew any attempt was futile. “___, come on, you can tell me anything, I won’t judge. At least just tell me that you’re having mindblowing sex with my brother” your jaw dropping and your face turning an even deeper shade of red, you hiss “Asmo!” he just giggles at your reaction and says “I’ll take that as a yes, mm~ “ he then goes onto say “have you guys tried using magic yet? Sex when magic is involved is amazing, you will need to try it!” You thought for a moment and came to the decision that you would bring it up with Levi later, you guys had tried pretty much everything else so why not give magic a go? Once you had made your decision you then turned your conversation to any other topic of gossip that Asmo had picked up. Later that evening Levi had finally gotten home, you immediately greeting him at the door and giving him a quick kiss and wrapping your arms around him. You felt the tension seep out of him as he reciprocated your actions, after the long day he had training the newbies he needed the feel of your arms around him, he was in heaven. You took his hand and led him to the dining hall, the family dinner was chaos as per usual and once everyone had finished you went back to Levi’s room to spend some time with your favourite person. Once you had both changed into your sleepwear he settled into his bathtub bed and you nestled into his arms, placing your head on his chest and interlacing your fingers together. You feel Levi tilt his head down until he is pressing his lips against your temple, you smile at the sensation before deciding now is the time to raise your questions “Levi?” you slightly tilt your head back so you’re looking at him, “yes ___?” Levi mumbles into your temple, without opening his eyes. “I was talking to Asmo earlier and he mentioned about how amazing using magic when having sex is” at this Levi opened his eyes and gazed at you, “w-would you like to try?” he asked, you nodding in response. Levi hugged you slightly tighter and said “then we’ll talk to Solomon, he is the best person to ask when it comes to anything magic related” you smiled and buried your face into his chest, whispering “thank you” before slowly drifting off in your lovers arms, Levi stroking your hair and smiling at your peaceful face before also drifting off.

The following week you made your way over to Purgatory Hall to see Solomon, he answered the door as soon as you knocked “___, Levi, what are you doing here?” you smiled at him and said “actually Solomon we’re here to see you” he looked shocked for a split second before inviting you inside and leading you both to his room. “so…what can I help you with?” he asked, you shifted from foot to foot feeling slightly awkward but you took a deep breath before telling him “so Asmo mentioned how good using magic whilst having sex was and we thought you would be the best person to talk to regarding that topic.” He nodded seriously before telling you that there were two ways you could go about it, either he could place a spell over the two of you or you could each drink a potion. “both of these options come with side effects so I will have to be nearby in case anything goes wrong or either of you need help” Levi and yourself exchanged a glance, you were not expecting this turn of events however you both couldn’t get the idea of a new experience out of your head so you agreed. You all talked for a while over the best option for the two of you and you agreed on a potion, “the potion will take a week to make so you’ll have to come back then” you and Levi both smiled at him and thanked him before heading back to the House of Lamentation. The first time you took the potion, Solomon was in the same room in case anything went wrong, he kept himself busy whilst you two enjoyed the added influence of the magic, it was everything Asmo had described it to be and more, and the two of you were hooked. You made an agreement with Solomon that you would be partaking in this particular activity again. The second time you took the potion was just as amazing as the first but this time you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Solomon’s trousers, it seemed he was getting just as into the experience as you were, when you had made an off hand comment about it and how you could help him out he shrugged you off, telling you that he was only there for your safety and he was fine. When you got back to the House of Lamentation you made a point to talk to Levi about it. “Levi?” you questioned, “yes, ___?” he noticed you fiddling with your hair once again and grabbed your free hand “what’s wrong?” you hesitated to answer for a split second before realising this was Levi, you could tell him anything and he would never ever judge you so you decided to speak your thoughts. “what would you say if we were to invite Solomon to join us the next time we go over there? It’s just I noticed that he also seemed to be getting into it” you felt Levi squeeze your hand and he said “I just want to make you happy ___, if you want to give it a try then we’ll give it a try.” He then bundled you up in his arms and kissed you on your forehead, you wrapping your arms around him in return “Thanks Levi, I love you” he smiled at you and whispered “I love you too ___” -- The following week when you had gotten to Purgatory Hall you told Solomon that you wanted to have a talk before you started, he seemed surprised but agreed. “Solomon. Levi and I had a talk after our session last week and we agreed that we want you to join in, if you felt comfortable with that of course” his jaw dropped at your revelation, “___, are you sure?” you nodded. Solomon said “if we go ahead with this I’ll have to make some adjustments” you quirked an eyebrow and questioned “adjustments?” he nodded, “I’ll have to increase the dosage slightly as I’ll also be taking a potion but mine will act completely differently. Mine will act as a dampener, meaning I will be able to go for longer. Whereas yours, being slightly altered would mean that the two of you would experience multiple orgasms as it will extend your stamina.” You take all this information in and nod your understanding. He grinned and said “so if I make those adjustments now are you ready for what will come?” both you and Levi glancing at each other before agreeing. A few hours later and the potions were ready. You each drank your potions and waited for the effects to kick in, you knew it was working when you felt the slight warmth grow in your belly. You straddled Levi’s lap and began to pepper his jawline and cheeks with kisses before he gently grasped you by the chin and pulled you in to place a kiss on your lips. He smiled slightly before kissing you again but slightly harder and nipping your bottom lip, when you gasped he took the moment to slide his tongue into your mouth and kissing you even more passionately. Whilst he was busy kissing you like his life depended on it he was also sliding his hands up and down your body, caressing your hips and your thighs. He slid his hands upwards and toyed with the hem of your shirt before running his fingertips across your stomach, you moaned slightly and he responded by slipping your shirt off before continuing his ministrations. You reached out to slide his shirt off and once it was off you ran your hands down his chest, Levi reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and then slowly slid it off of you before throwing it across the room. He broke off your kiss only to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and across your chest before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his free hand gently squeezing your other boob, pinching and rolling your other nipple between his fingers. You arched your back and moaned at the pleasant sensation, heightened by the aphrodisiac effects of the potion you had taken. You reached down to rub Levi’s cock over his trousers, feeling how hard he already was, you then tugged down his zipper and unbuttoned his trousers before lifting yourself off of his lap slightly so you could begin to roll his trousers down his legs, he allowed you do so, whilst beginning to take your own trousers off. When you had freed each other of your clothes, minus your underwear, Levi lifted you into the air so you could wrap your legs around his waist, he walked over to the bed before laying you down gently.

He kissed down your body, making sure to kiss every piece of skin he met, when he reached your underwear he kissed along the waistband of them before licking the same patch of skin he had just kissed, you arched your back moaning and whispering “Levi…I need more.” He looked up at you, pupils blown with lust and desire before he quickly moved your underwear to the side so he had access to your pussy at last. He licked his lips and kissed your thigh before he licked a stripe along your folds, watching as you trembled slightly at the pleasure you were feeling. Suddenly you heard a moan from across the room, both you and Levi turned to see the source of the noise, seeing Solomon rubbing his cock through his trousers. Solomon hadn’t yet realised that you two had noticed him so when you called out “Solomon” he immediately flinched and stopped his ministrations, even though you were across the room you could see the flush creep across his cheeks and he tried everything to not look at you out of embarrassment that he had been caught. You called his name again to gain his attention and when he finally looked up to meet your gaze he saw the looks of pure desire both you and Levi had on your faces. “Take them off” he heard you say, who was he to deny what you wanted? He immediately stripped off his shirt and trousers and stood where he was in his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric. You patted the bed next to you to signal that he should come closer to the two of you, he slowly made his way to the bed and when he finally reached it he sat on the edge but made no move to touch either of you so you took the initiative and reached out to take his hand. Solomon’s eyes widened slightly when he felt you take his hand and watched as you guided it to your breast. He immediately started massaging it and rolled your nipple between his fingers, he grinned as you moaned at his touch and arched your back into his hand, meanwhile Levi had stopped his ministrations so he could begin to strip you of your underwear, once he got them off he flung them across the room so that he could dive back in between your legs. He licked and sucked at your pussy before moving to suckle on your clit, feeling you beginning to tremble again he knew you were close and moved his hand to your other breast, flicking at your nipple whilst drawing a figure of 8 on your clit with his tongue. In a matter of moments the coil in your belly had started to tighten and you moaned “I’m going to come” as soon as you had said this you felt yourself come undone for the first time that night, once Levi felt you coming down from your high he looked up and licked the fluid that was around his mouth before leaning over to kiss you. You reached out to touch Levi’s cock, rubbing him through his boxers, Levi moaning into the kiss, you gazed at him through half lidded eyes “take them off” you whispered, then you turned your gaze to Solomon, “you too.” The two boys standing to remove their boxers before settling back on the bed. You sat up so that Levi could sit behind you and prop you up against his chest, Solomon sitting in front of you reaching out to move a stray piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. You reached forward to touch Solomon, swiping your thumb across the head of his cock to spread what precum had begun to leak out of his painfully hard cock. You slowly begun to move your hand back and forth, pumping him. He moaned at the feeling and begun to buck into your hand, feeling this you began to move your hand faster, he whispered your name “____, please, faster” you obliged and when you began to feel him twitch he suddenly touched your hand “stop.” You immediately stopped but quirked an eyebrow at him, “I don’t want to come yet. It’s more pleasurable for me to wait as long as possible” you nodded your agreement. Solomon spoke again “can I take the lead?” you exchanged a look with Levi, who nodded once at you to let you know he was happy to do whatever you were happy with, “okay” you agreed. Solomon pulled you up from the bed and asked Levi to also get up, once the bed was free he walked across the room whilst telling you to get back on the bed but this time you were to be on your hands and knees with your arse in the air. Whilst you were getting into position you heard a drawer opening from across the room, and when Solomon came back he gently moves your hands to the headboard and ties them to the bar with a silk tie. He then moves your legs apart and repeats the process, tying your legs to the end of the bed, tight enough that you can’t move too much but loose enough that you are comfortable. Once he has got you into the desired position he signals Levi to come over to the end of the bed. “Now Levi, I want you to listen to what I want you to do and you’re going to be a good little slut and do it, you understand?” Levi’s eyes widen slightly as his breath hitches, nobody, not even you had been this direct with him and surprisingly he liked the feeling of being talked down to. How had he not realised this before? He nodded, however Solomon said “use your words Levi, do you understand?” Levi swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, before he answered “yes” “yes, what?” Solomon replied, “yes Master” Levi responded. Solomon grinned whilst sliding his hand down Levi’s back “that’s better. Now I want you to turn into your demon form and I want you to fuck her with your tail. Do you understand?” Levi nodded “yes Master.” You felt the aura of the room change as Levi shifted into his demon form, Solomon looked him up and down, appreciating his true form, in particular appreciating his tail. Solomon reached out and caressed the base of Levi’s tail “Good boy Levi” Levi moaned at the feeling of one of the most sensitive parts of his body being caressed but the feeling of that mixed with the praise spilling from Solomon’s mouth, made Levi’s cock twitch. Fuck, he enjoyed the feeling. You shift slightly on the bed feeling yourself getting wetter at the thought of Levi using his tail to pleasure you. It wasn’t a new thing for the two of you, but you didn’t do it as often as you would like; Levi preferred to stay in his human form as he was slightly insecure. Whenever he was in his demon form he always recalled how he nearly killed you and it terrified him, he didn’t want to scare you and he always felt as though he could easily lose control when he was in his true form. You tried multiple times to reassure him, telling him that you trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t lose control but until he was absolutely sure that he wouldn’t lose control around you, you were happy to wait until he was comfortable to be his truest self around you. “Go on then, I want to see you fuck her” Solomon says, Levi stepping closer to the bed and reaching out to touch your back, “No.” you hear Solomon stop Levi, “I only want you to use your tail. You cannot touch her and you cannot touch yourself.” You hear Levi groan, you knew how much Levi loved touching you, running his hands up and down your sides, grabbing your arse, rubbing your nipples, Levi loved it all. This was going to be torture for him. You feel Levi’s tail touch your ankle and you shiver with anticipation, you feel him slowly slide it up and down your leg, mimicking what he would do with his fingers if he were allowed to touch you like he wished. You moaned at the sensation, “Levi…more, please.” All of a sudden you feel fingers touch your face and your face slowly moves to meet Solomon’s eyes “not yet, princess. Levi is going to take his time” both you and Levi groan simultaneously, you both needed more, the potion in your system making the feeling of need that much stronger. Solomon knew this and grinned before moving away slightly so he could take in both of your forms. Levi moved his tail closer to your entrance and you immediately pushed your arse back to try and meet it faster but stopping once you feel Solomon run his hand along your arse cheek “ah, ah, you’re being incredibly naughty ___, do you need to be punished?” you shook your head, “no” you whispered. “no?” Solomon questioned, you knew what he wanted to hear after hearing this exact exchange earlier between Levi and Solomon. “No Master” you felt him continue to caress your arse cheek whilst saying “good girl ___” he then removed his hand and you almost whined at the sudden loss of contact but then you felt Levi’s tail move slightly closer to where you wanted him and all you could think about what Levi’s tail inside you. “please, oh God, please. I need more” you begged, you heard Solomon sigh but you could hear the light-hearted tone tinged throughout it. “okay Levi, you can give her what she wants” Levi had never moved so quickly in all his life, pushing the tip of his tail into your entrance, you moaned at the feeling and you heard Levi mutter “fuck” when he felt your walls flutter around him. This was heaven to him. He moved his tail back and forth at a leisurely pace, not wanting to go too fast in case he hurt you, you could feel the warmth in your belly beginning to spread again but it still wasn’t enough. You rocked your hips back onto his tail, setting the pace that you needed to get you to the edge, you were teetering on the edge of your second orgasm of the night you just needed that little extra push to get there. You heard a moan coming from Solomon and when you glanced at him he was pumping his cock, he hisses “you filthy little sluts, you like other people watching you hm?” Levi sped up slightly and hit the spot which made you unravel, as you screamed and your pussy spasmed around Levi’s tail he gasped as he came all over your ass and thighs. Solomon walked over to Levi and stroked the base of his tail again and Levi’s cock twitched, he just needed to be touched. He moved his hand to grab his cock when Solomon grabbed his wrist with his spare hand and hissed out “you naughty slut. Did I say you could touch yourself?” he questioned Levi, Levi shaking his head “no master. I’m sorry I won’t touch myself” Solomon grinned, “good boy, continue to fuck ___ with your tail and maybe you’ll get a reward. Good boy’s get rewarded don’t they?” Levi moans at the praise before continuing to thrust into your pussy with his tail, Solomon reaches down to play with your clit, lazily flicking back and forth and an excruciatingly slow pace. “Solomon, please, faster….I need more, please” you begged again, Solomon picked up the pace slightly but it wasn’t enough, no where near enough. Solomon with his free hand caressed your arse cheek before spanking you quickly; enough to slightly sting but not hurt, just enough to give you that extra bit of pleasure, when you moaned Solomon whispered “do you like that my little slut?” and spanked you again before rubbing over the spot “yes Master.” He picked up the pace on your clit and with the sensation of Levi’s tail and Solomon’s fingers you could feel your legs trembling and you could barely hold yourself up, you felt yourself come undone for the third time that night, crying out in pleasure. Solomon instructs Levi to stop, he then unties you from the bed and lays you down so your back is to the bed, he then ties you to the bed again and tells Levi to go again. Once Levi has begun to thrust his tail in and out of your pussy again Solomon moves behind him, stroking his tail once more; Levi moans and thrusts into you faster. Solomon whispers “you’re such a good boy Levi, getting ____ to come three times just from your tail alone. Do you want your reward now?” Levi nods silently, too turned on to say anything more. It is taking all his control to not immediately cum again from the praise he is receiving, his cock throbbing and weeping precum. Solomon slaps his arse before saying “what do we say? I wish to hear you tell me” Levi licks his lips before answering “yes.” He receives another slap saying “what was that? You need to be louder. Tell me what you want” Levi says “yes Master, I would like to be rewarded.” Solomon grins then reaches around Levi, and gently touches his cock, he begins to slowly pump him. Levi gasps at the sudden sensation and unconsciously stills his movements, he needed to be touched, his cock was aching from the need and now he got what he needed he couldn’t help but buck into Solomon’s hand. Solomon heard you whine at the sudden loss of movement and so he stopped pumping Levi’s cock, he gently squeezed Levi as he hissed “Did I tell you to stop?” Levi whimpers “no Master” before continuing to pump his tail in and out of your pussy, groaning and cursing as he hears your moans signalling your imminent release. When you finally cum again, Solomon says “Good boy Levi, I think it is time you are properly rewarded.” Solomon unties you from the bed and instructs Levi to sit down, he manoeuvres you so you are sitting on Levi’s lap seeing as you cannot move yourself. You hear him whisper “Good girl ___” and he quickly kisses you on the lips before asking “are you ready princess?” you nod. Solomon tells you “I want you to kiss Levi” so you do, kissing him softly before he licks the seam of your lips asking for entrance, once you open your mouth your tongues are twining together and you are kissing each other like your life depends on it, only breaking to come up for air. You feel Levi’s cock pressing against your belly and Solomon immediately lifts you until you are hovering over Levi’s cock, Solomon then helps lower you onto Levi, witnessing your face contort with bliss as you feel your lovers cock completely fill you up. Levi begins to rock himself into you, whispering his adoration for you and telling you how much he loves you, suddenly he feels Solomon caressing the base of his tail once again and the sensation is too much. Suddenly you find yourself laying on your back with your legs over Levi’s shoulders and he is pounding into you, you feel his tail rub against your arsehole and you can feel how slick it is from your essence from before. Slowly Levi pushes his tail into your arse, making sure that you have adjusted to its size before moving, he thrusts in and out, matching the pace of his cock also pounding into you. Solomon walks across the room going into the same drawer that the ties were in and grabs a bottle of lube, he walks back over to the bed and sits behind Levi. He squirts some lube onto his hand before swirling a finger around the rim of Levi’s arsehole, Levi gasps at the contact but doesn’t stop what he is doing. Solomon slowly pushes a finger into Levi, stretching his hole, he moves it back and forth slowly before adding another finger and scissoring them getting Levi ready for his cock. Once he deems Levi ready he lines himself up and pushes inside Levi, listening to his broken gasps and allowing him to get comfortable with the feeling of Solomon’s cock inside him, before he slowly rocking back and forth. “Fuck.” Levi curses, he then begs “Harder, faster….please, just fuck me Solomon” Solomon listens to Levi’s wishes, pulling out far enough that just the tip of his cock is still inside before he slams back into him, causing Levi to slam deeper into you. He keeps up this brutal pace, setting the pace of how fast Levi is slamming into you until you all come with a cry. Levi and Solomon slump forward but make sure they are not crushing you, you and Levi both have tears streaming down your face with the sheer amount of pleasure and ecstasy you feel. You hear Solomon whisper “you both done so well, I love you both so much.” Then you hear him pad away to the bathroom to get cloths so he can clean you both up. Once he has cleaned you all up, whispering his praises all the while, he picks you up and moves you so that you are wrapped in Levi’s arms. He then moves to the other side of you so he can wrap his arms around both you and Levi, whispering how much he loves you. You all fall asleep wrapped in each others arms and feeling on cloud nine, you couldn’t be happier, laying here with two men who absolutely adore you and you adore them just as much. This becomes a weekly occurrence and you couldn’t have hoped for anything more.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me solomon

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。· . ˙ ⌈ alva bratt + cis female + she / her + the intangible concept ⌋ yo , have you meet that KOOK , camille 'cj' petersen , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY year old , PRE-LAW STUDENT , and have been living in coston for TWENTY . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of PALE PINK POINTE SHOES , CHAINS MADE OF WHITE CLOVERS , A PURPLE SKY JUST BEFORE SUNRISE , STEADY WAVES CRASHING AT LOW TIDE , AND SHATTERED & SCATTERED GLASS . usually they’re quite LEVELHEADED & THOUGHTFUL but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite RETICENT & ALOOF as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting . –– this is cj . . . let’s just . . . dive into this mess !

𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 .

scarlett petersen is a name known statewide, as she’s the best corporate lawyer on the east coast, clever as the devil and twice as pretty with long blonde hair often pinned into a sleek ponytail. david petersen got his degree at vanderbilt university, moving on to get his phd at unc chapel hill where he could never quite shake that carolina blue. he’s been sitting chancellor for the past six years in tandem with a long term sports-medicine, neuroscience research project that studies the long term affects of brain damage in athletes in contact sports. they both hail from old money families, and long lines of success are continued in two people who hold appearance and accomplishment far above humility or even . . . . humanity lol. they’re good people, really . . . just not really the parenting type.

which is unfortunate! as. well into their marriage, they had twins, caleb, first, and camille, ten minutes later. bright eyed and blonde haired, the perfect petersen babies were angels in their infancy, and it was easy to parent them . . . especially when they were paying someone else to do it.

caleb and camille grew up under the watchful eye of a rosy-cheeked nanny. think julie andrews as nanny in eloise. they were happy, but lonely, though you’d never guess it by their wide smiles in cuddled family portrait christmas cards. for all anyone else knew, scarlett and david were perfect parents, raising two beautiful children who they loved more than anything . . . but behind that iron gated entryway to a house on the coast was another story.

they liked their kids, sure, but whether or not they loved them was another question entirely. camille, growing up to be the spitting image of scarlett, was liked in the way a rare porcelain artifact was. she was a beautiful thing to behold; seen, not spoken to. shown off, not interacted with in anyway. held with delicate hands and passed around as a humble brag: look at this precious thing i’ve brought into the world. i bet mine’s better than yours.

but as time passed, the novelty of having children seemed to wear off, and they were moving to the next big thing, the next big step in their careers. they weren’t around when camille began going by cj because it was easier for little voices to say. they weren’t around when blonde ringlets relaxed and grew darker. they weren’t around when she started to develop a personality of her own, interests of her own, talents of her own. christmas cards would go out, but rarely were they all together on christmas morning. thanksgivings were often spent with grandparents, as their parents worked through the holiday. they spent more and more time away from coston, leaving cj and caleb in nanny’s capable hands.

but life goes on, and sometimes it was easy to forget that it was abnormal not to have your parents around. as a youngin, cj was interested in everything. she took a liking to soccer and lacrosse, painting and drawing, piano and guitar . . . but somewhere in between a blue mat and pale pink pointe shoes, she found her thing.

it was obvious, from an early age, that cj was one hell of a dancer. disciplined and precise when she needed to be. creative and passionate when it called for it. gymnastics trained her strength, ballet trained her patience, contemporary pushed her limits with creativity, partner work taught her teamwork. dance was very clearly her best thing and her favorite thing.

her parents only ever attended recitals when it didn’t conflict with anything else on their schedules and when it was classical ballet. dance was a frivolous thing for them, but for cj it was everything. being a naturally shy kid, naturally timid in the shadow of her last name, she became a completely different person on stage who dominated a spotlight . . . without even needed a literal spotlight. ultimately, this is what she spent her life doing. monday through thursday evenings, dance. competitions and performances on the weekends. if neither were happening, you’d catch her teaching classes at coston’s local studio.

it’s what truly made her happy, but that wasn’t something her parents understood. caleb and nanny did, sure, but her parents? not one bit. someone would ask what she wanted to be when she grew up, and if dance was mentioned, she’d be cut off mid-sentence. they didn’t want to hear about it because it wasn’t logical. you can’t make a career out of it. it didn’t help much that her brother was the ideal child in that realm, charming and on a path to success in the medical field. they still had questionable motives, but they favored nonetheless.

sometimes it was a blessing; sometimes it was a curse. when she could slip under the radar, she was grateful, but it seemed that her parents had a keen eye for her screwups. any chance they had, they’d use to scold her or nudge her away from the pointe shoes.

so cj spent a lot of time being pristine in the way that was expected of her, never letting anyone know too much about her, only keeping a few friends close enough to really know her. she stayed out of trouble, kept up exceptional grades, smiled and nodded when necessary, and began catering to the idea that she’d go to law school, a fate pre-determined by her mother no doubt.

nowadays, she attends brown university, pre-law. she’s a picturesque ivy league gal with a dark academia aesthetic when at school, but there’s a restlessness lingering under the surface. even she’s doing what her parents require of her, she never seems to live up to their unrealistic expectations. we rly do be . . . . waiting for her to have a complete breakdown . . . . aklsdfjha

𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 .

miss camille . . . better known around town as cj . . . is, above all else, the picture of serenity. she’s levelheaded and calm, and patient as all get out which is probably why she’s so damned accustomed to just going with what her parents thought of her. she’s really great to have in a crisis because very few things cause that steady nature of hers to crumble, and because she’s honestly. . . quietly very maternal. putting the needs of others before her own comes naturally.

she’s quiet and shy, yes, but just because she doesn’t speak doesn’t mean she doesn’t listen. she listens and sees and is . . . quite observant. there’s a way about her that notices the little things, which makes her quite thoughtful when it comes to the people she loves. if you’re lucky enough to be close to her, you can bet she quietly takes notes of little habits and favorites and carefully uses them to idk love ya better ya feel??

reticent comes from the fact that she doesn’t often let people get close to her. the way her parents treated her and caleb growing up has taken. .. . a toll for sure because honestly she’s terrified of disappointing people by shattering the mirror of perfection and revealing too much about herself that’s unexpected

aloof comes from the way she’s calm and quiet . . . and how that sometimes translates as apathy . . . on top of that she’s very daydreamy like she is That Bitch who is staring out of the window producing a whole move in her head which sometimes causes her to not hear when people are talking to her . . . cue the ‘hm? what?’ tuning back in

when i say cj is a different person when she’s dancing . . . . i mean it. like i REALLY mean it. she’s confident and expressive. her choreography tests the limits of tradition. she pushes boundaries when it comes to the physicality of performances. like u rly look at her being quiet and to herself in the corner at a country club event and then see her performing like she invented contemporary and ur like . .. . are u SURE that’s the same girl

people who know her most know her as warm. when she opens up, getting past the shy, she can be a little goofy, definitely has avery creative way about her, wants to know that you’re okay and if you’re not, how can she help ya know!!

has a black cat named lucky because ya know . . . black cats are bad luck . . . ha ha ha ha . . . get it

the ‘j’ in cj is for her middle name . . . but no one really knows what her middle name is . . . except family and close, close friends

absolutely hates the energy of the pogue/kook rivalry and thinks violence is most cERTAINLY not the way to go

often times found by the shoreline at night, just a little ways off from the petersen estate because she likes the way the waves sound as they roll in. it helps her think

is trying to make the best of law school by studying to become a defense attorney and she likes it! sort of! really, she just wants to dance for as long as she can and ultimately open up her own studio

definitely believes in wishing stars

bad case of insomnia

has a finsta dedicated to lucky

has a dance insta too . . . . but that’s lowkey bc her parents can’t know about it

please for the love of god watch this because charity and cj have the same energy

this also has cj energy

so does this . . . classical is fun when it’s telling a story and she loves a good pas de deaux but otherwise meh

my girl is physically . .. QUITE strong

says sorry WAY too often

incessant need to prove herself, prove her worth, since her parents never seem to find it

loves caleb sfm but will thump him in the forehead for mentioning he’s older

overachiever . . . . yikes

ABSOLUTELY burns the candle at both ends

idk if y’all watched high school musical the musical the series but gina . . . . . .. minus the ‘mean girl’ plot they tried . . .. is v cj and bitch i hate to say it but neville longbottom??? also a cj mood LMAO

OK THAT’S IT THAT’S ALL THERE WE GO IT’S DONE I’M DONE GBYYYYYE BABIIIIE

#coston.intro #what the f kinda NONSENSE did i just write lmao

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