#I was in a mood and I hadn't written a drabble in a while

[misc-obeyme]

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[a-killer-obsession]

Killer with a so who's very insecure about her look (kinda like himself) ? 👀

Took a while to answer this one cos as soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to make a proper drabble from it, thank you for the sweet suggestion 💖

Beautiful [Killer x GN!Reader] - SFW

CW: fluff, kissin' 😳 WC: 1.2k

Masterlist || AO3

Killer had known how he felt about you for a while now. He was thankful for his mask, because it let him watch you whenever he pleased without you ever knowing. The way your whole face lit up and practically sparkled when you smiled made his heart swell with affection, and your laughter was like the most beautiful love song, it caressed him so tenderly and made him blush whenever he heard it. Despite knowing for certain his feelings for you, he said nothing, and likely would have continued that way indefinitely if Kid hadn't threatened to tell you himself. He was more than sick of hearing Killer's disgustingly sweet sighs when he talked about you, but with all his insecurities he refused to make a move unless it was under threat of being exposed by the captain himself. Kid gave him one week, one week to man up and tell you how he felt or Kid would do it his damn self.

Killer bided his time, pacing nervously and chickening out whenever he found you alone. It took Kid dragging him by the metal bar on his mask as though pulling him by the ear and practically throwing him towards you to get Killer to make a move. You stood on the secluded decking in the mouth of the dinosaur skull at the head of the ship, looking out serenely at the calm ocean. The full moon illuminated the waves and bounced back against you, illuminating you with ripples of light that danced over your skin. Killer's breath caught in his throat as he tried to summon the courage to speak to you, standing at the railing beside you, his mouth opening and shutting several times under the mask as he failed to find the words.

“It's beautiful out here tonight, isn't it?” Your eyes were practically twinkling as you spared him a glance before returning your gaze to the sea. His cheeks felt warm, no doubt flushed as they always were when you spoke to him.

“It's- it's not as beautiful as you,” he finally mustered the courage to get out.

Your mood changed so quickly he wondered if he had whiplash, your hands balling into fists, face red as you scowled at him. “Fuck you, Killer,” you spat, before storming off and slamming the door behind you.

Killer wasn't good with feelings, trying to tell you how he felt was entirely foreign to him, but he was sure he hadn't said the wrong thing. He stood there, completely perplexed, entirely lost as to how he'd managed to fuck this up so badly with a single sentence. Unable to find an answer on his own, he turned to his closest friends.

Sitting around his cabin with Kid, Heat and Wire, he explained what happened. Kid and Heat looked just as perplexed, but Wire, a man of knowledge and with the most dating experience of the four of them, seemed to have a clue.

“Kil, what would you do if I said you were beautiful?” He asked hypothetically.

“Deck you for lying straight to my face,” Killer growled back. Wire gave him a knowing look and Killer's expression changed from anger to confusion. “You don't think… did they think I didn't mean it?”

“I've known for a while that [Y/N] has some self esteem issues,” Wire sighed, “I even heard them joke once that they wished they had a mask too. I've no doubt they thought you were making fun of them”

“Oh god, what do I do?” Killer asked, practically begging the older man to save this situation. His heart couldn't bear thinking that he'd hurt you.

“Prove you meant it,” he shrugged, “show them you weren't just joking”

The next night Killer found you in the same place, staring out to the sea in the small secluded deck. He'd been trying to speak to you all day, but every time he approached you would flee from him, hurt plainly written on your face each time. He quickly closed the door behind him, standing against it so you had no escape route.

“Please don't run,” he stuttered out, “I just wanna talk to you, please”

“Why, so you can make fun of me again?” You spat.

“I wasn't trying to make fun of you,” he pleaded, approaching you cautiously, hands up to show he meant no harm, “I meant what I said. I think you're beautiful”

“You're a liar,” you huffed, “I'm not beautiful, please don't hurt me further by trying to convince me that I'm something I'm not”

Killer's heart ached to hear you say that. He had to convince you, regardless of if you liked him back or not, he needed you to know how beautiful you were. He summoned all his courage and reached for the latch on his mask. “I'll show you what it means to be ugly, so you can understand how far from it you are,” he stammered, shaking as he removed the mask and laid bare his face for you to see.

His sharp features glowed under the moonlight, his purple painted lips almost navy in the low light, his icy blue eyes glinting in the reflections from the waves. Scruffy bangs fell to his brows as the mask was removed, and your heart caught in your throat taking in his features for the first time. He waited nervously, watching your eyes scan his face, wide and curious, waiting for your inevitable rejection. He'd hoped he could at least establish a relationship with you before showing you his face, to give you a reason to stay before giving you a reason to leave. Doing it this way, he accepted you'd never want him, his heart tearing in two as he waited, but he'd accept the sacrifice he was making at his own expense if it meant you could understand how he saw you.

“Beautiful,” you finally whispered, a hand coming up to touch his face, tracing over his cheekbone and his lower lip. Your hands trembled as you touched him, and all of a sudden you understood. He felt the same way you did, he thought himself so hideous that he wore a mask to hide himself away, but the face before you was breathtaking, beautiful felt like too humble of a word. Is that how he saw you? You were so caught up in your self loathing that you hadn't taken a moment to consider the possibility that he meant it.

His mouth opened and closed, catching flies as he struggled to process the lack of rejection, and the sincere adoration that was written on your face as you took in every facet of his face, committing it to memory. The single word you'd uttered had been glided in gold, sliding off your tongue like honey and washing over him like healing waters, pulling the shattering parts of his heart back together and binding them. A tear prickled at the corner of his eye, and you stepped forward and kissed it away, before pressing your lips to his. He let out a soft sigh as you kissed him, returning the kiss with all the love and longing he felt, your soft lips so tender against his own, hands tangled in his hair, holding him to you. Not that he would go anywhere, he never wanted to be without you ever again.

[seelie-buddy]

A Quiet Love

summary : the love you share with alhaitham is not loud and showy as the love you hear people bragging about; it troubles you for a while

contains : alhaitham believes in 'actions speak louder than words' ; pre-established relationship ; fluff ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person

word count : 640

It was long past midnight, and your wandering thoughts left you awake. The croaking of crickets, the twinkling starlight and even the warmth of your dear lover's embrace hadn't been able to lull you into slumber.

While Alhaitham slept peacefully, one hand snug around your waist, holding you close, his warmth is what usually helps you drift into dreamland during such nights; but this time was different.

Earlier during the day, you had heard your colleagues talking about their lovers; bragging about grand gestures, pricey gifts, and vows of 'bringing you the moon' and other such expressions of love.

You didn't pay mind their chatter and continued with your day.

But now that the world slept silently, your thoughts were loud.

'Should love be loud and bold? Expressed with flowing passion and be something to brag about?'

Sleep didn't come easily that night.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed, and breakfast ready on the kitchen counter; Alhaitham had to head to work before you did, it was now part of your routine.

At work, you consciously kept yourself away from your bragging colleagues.

Your tasks kept you away from your thoughts; but as the day waned away and you walked back home, your thoughts came back to haunt you.

"I'm home," you announce as you step into your shared home.

It takes only a moment for Alhaitham to appear in front of you, closing the font door as you take off your shoes.

"How was work?" He asks, as he always does.

"As usual," you say, bringing yourself to give him a small smile.

And although his eyes linger a second longer on you, seemingly unconvinced, he brushes the topic aside.

"I made dinner tonight, are you hungry?"

That's when the smell comes wafting from the kitchen; he made your favorites.

"I am," you reply, and this time smiling was easy.

Now, with your tummy filled with a delicious meal, your mood had definitely improved. Enough so that you were smiling by yourself as you gathered the used utensils.

"Let me," says Alhaitham as he joins you by your side, taking the plates from your hands. "You must be tired."

But you shake your head. Sure, these last few days were demanding, but— "it's nothing I can't handle."

"I know," he replies, and if the gentleness in his gaze was nothing, then the soft upturn of his lips was telling enough.

You helped him clean up before tucking in for the night.

As you slipped in bed and into his embrace, he pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

"Goodnight," he mummered as he reached for the bedside lamp. But he doesn't switch off the lights yet, as he notices your gaze.

"Is something the matter?"

"Nothing much," you answer as you snuggle closer, resting your forehead by his collarbone. "Just that I..."

He hums, letting you know he's listening if you have anything to say.

"I'm grateful," you say, now grinning brightly.

He raises an eyebrow at you, a small smile appearing on his face as well. "What for?"

"For being able to have you beside me."

A second of silence passes before he huffs, "Is this because I cooked tonight?"

He only rolls his eyes as you burst into laughter.

This time, sleep comes easily to you now that you know the answer to your concerns.

You slip into slumber now that you know you enjoy waking up to breakfast prepared to your preferences, and retiring for the day in the warm embrace of your beloved.

You cherish your lover's presence, his worry for your well-being, and his confidence in your abilities.

Your thoughts no longer haunt you now that you know that love doesn't have to be loud proclamations, or grand gestures.

You slept soundly, knowing that you were content with this quiet, gentle love.

a/n : I wanted to highlight that feeling when you love someone so much that just their presence is enough, like just having them beside you is enough ; also Alhaitham doesn't seem like the kind to actually express love with words (ironic because he literally is proficient in like 20 languages–)

p/s : I wanted this to be sweet domestic fluff, but I fear it might have turned out boring– (my friend who proof-read it didn't find it boring so that was a relief haha;;)

edit : you can find pt.2 here !!

[dandelion-wings]

I was looking for a past drabble to read again - found it! - and stumbled by this whump (post?)torture one, so I was just curious if it ever got more context or writings for the premise since it was posted, or if it was the only outtake from the idea. I know it says you didn't intend to actually write-write it for a while, but in terms of whether other bits and explanations were shared - or I suppose if it was turned into something at some point. I can't check dates without switching devices, so I don't know exactly when you posted that blurb.

It's fine if not, I'm just curious! You got my attention (no context, high stakes), and with Tumblr being structured the way that it is, I figured that it would probably be more efficient to ask than to fight it.

hoping this links to the right post -> https://www.tumblr.com/dandelion-wings/712771657770598400/me-plotting-out-a-whump-fanfic-i-wont-write-this

Oh yeah I don't think I've nattered about that one on Tumblr, have I! Just yelled at @theabysscomeshome on Discord. XD;; I hadn't realized how out-of-context that bit was, rip. I have slammed a few more words into it in the document since, but it's getting plotted/written very out of order--there's basically three main segments, capture, torture, and rescue/aftermath, and I am interested in writing graphic violence/torture about three days a month and those moods don't always line up with when I can write so the two other sections have gotten fleshed out more. And with the aftermath in particular those bits feel very out-of-context without the earlier stuff so aside from that I haven't posted anything. (Also I'm trying to work out how to handle POV, because it's supposed to be both Kaeya and Jean, but I'm not sure exactly how they're going to interweave yet.) There's also the problem of trying to work out how, or even if I should try to, balance the conflict between knowing that torture is not an effective means of interrogation (and disliking when Genshin carelessly presents it as such) and having a very strong button for "character withstands torture for a friend/cause" as a trope. >> I have two wolves inside of me, etc., etc.

The context for that one is, uh, mostly a pretext for "I really wanted to write Kaeya whump," but the plot set-up is that he met with some Abyss Order defectors in Sumeru (canon is trying to tell us that he was legitimately just there for the spices. I refuse to believe) and set them up a meeting with Jean, which the Abyss Order itself got wind of. Since they didn't know where it was, they lured him by faking a message from Jean to try and get the information out of him! (Un)fortunately the Abyss Lector in charge of this operation has personal reasons to employ torture instead of some potentially-more-effective magical information-retrieval method. :> And then Jean gets to come home and find out that Kaeya's been missing for four days and no one worried, because everyone thought he was with her! She is definitely responding to this in a calm and professional manner and not letting her personal feelings affect that. She has to personally be in the rescue party for perfectly good reasons okay.

[yoonlattesworld]

heyy lovie how soon can we get that drabble for escapism 🥺

caus i am kind off dying here

Hi there sweetheart. I understand that you're very eager to read it but let me be honest. I haven't even started working on that drabble yet. Realism had just came out when I said that I would work on a small drabble. After that I started working on another thing but since a few days, I haven't written anything. The reason being that I didn't feel like writing.

Another thing that I've been wanting to tell you all since a while. Please please remember that what I do on tumblr is just a small hobby of mine. All my readers are very precious to me and I appreciate you all and your words very much. I really do. But at the same time, writing fan fictions is just something that I enjoy doing in my free time. Sometimes I'm angry at myself for not posting often but you have to understand that I don't get as much free time as I used to when I started writing. So I would really appreciate if you all would stop asking me to post fics. Whether it be love me Noona or escapism drabble. I will write when I have time and when I feel like it. Because when I have free time I would much rather relax and do other relaxing things like read a good book or watch an anime. I've said this many time and I'll say it again. Forcing myself to write won't do any good. The fic would never come out good if I force myself to write. So again, stop asking me to post fics. I know I shouldn't have posted the teaser of love me Noona when I hadn't even started working on the fic. But I just wanted to give a little something before I went on a hiatus for my exams. Half of the fic is finished and I'll finish the other half when I get the mood to.

I hope you guys understand.

[ging-pegger]

PERFUME .

hisoka x fem!reader

heavens arena arc ... you & hisoka are dating. he's began seeing machi in his spare time.

cws: cheating

word count: 899

it's been a really long time since ive written an actual drabble like this, so i apologize if the flow is off. wouldn't you know the one time i happen to get unprompted inspiration it'd be for the piss man </3 but regardless I've been kinda head empty only hisoka for a few days now and figured i might as well write this while im in the mood for it to feed my fellow clown fuckers /jov. considering i have like 5 hisoka requests in my inbox from the span of a few months still, i hope this will hold ygs over. I apologize that its angst but besties i just had to do this. alr I'll get into it now <3

clack...clack...clack...clack...

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the sound of heeled shoes waltzing down the halls of heaven's arena echoed. standing outside the door to your room on the top floor searching for your key, it was easy to realize, you were no longer alone in the previously deserted hall.

looking up from the ground, the statuesque figure of hisoka towered over you. he really didn't need high heels, yet he wore them despite that. the reasoning unclear; perhaps for intimidation or for pure fashion purposes.

the illusionist merely smiled at you, before emitting a soft purr. "good evening~" his hand rested on left hip, his weight shifting to that side. his amber eyes piercing through you. it was unclear as to why you had chosen such an intimidating man to call your lover, perhaps you were drawn to him for that very reason, or it could've been his conventionally attractive features. he was pretty.

you had finally managed to find your key, simply unlocking the door to your room, without speaking , and held the door open for him. it was obvious he was bored, and looking for something to do.

striding into the room, he closed the door behind him, inspecting the living space you had been gifted by the arena. it was almost exactly identical to his room, though it was scattered witu your own personal affects and the occasional article of clothing on the floor. taking it upon himself to flip the lights on, he made his way across the room to the switch, seating himself on the small sofa afterwards. gesturing for you to join him, a sly look had formed on his face.

"why so quiet?, hm?" he cocked a brow curiously, and crossed one leg over the other.

the answer should have been obvious to him, though you hadn't brought it to his attention that you knew. changing from your day atire to more comfortable clothing, hastily and silently, you sat in the chair across from the sofa, rather than beside him as you typically would have. he could sense there was something amiss , though he couldn't peg what exactly that something was. there was a number of things you could have been upset with him over. staring him down, your eyes piercing through him , just as his typically did you, it took a brief moment to collect yourself before you spoke. "i know."

"hmm? about what?" the magician inquired, carelessly producing a stack of cards from thin air, and beginning to shuffle through them as the conversation continued.

"you and that girl." you retort, disgusted by his apparent lack of empathy.

"i know many females. You'll have to specify which one." His eyes looked up from the cards, making direct eye contact with you at this point.

"hisoka. you're not stupid, don't act like you are" your arms found themselves in a crossed position. "i don't know her fucking name. she has pink hair."

"Machi..." a smile formed on his face, he had no knowledge that you had seen or heard anything , and thought he could get off the hook with this one. "she's merely a friend of mine... one could say we're colleagues."

"you're really going to lie to me like that? i saw you with your tongue shoved in her mouth, you asshole!"

with that statement, hisoka's pupils dilated, it was clear he had been caught red handed. giving the deck of cards one last shuffle, he made them disappear just as easily as he had produced them. you had his full attention now. His arm draped over the back of the couch, as he jittered his foot, not out of nervousness, but distraction. he felt it appropriate to dispose of the cards he had been fidgeting with, and now didn't know what to do with himself. "how long have you known?"

"I've had my suspicions for a few months. i didn't know for sure until after your match against kastro last night." you straightened your posture in an attempt to compose yourself. "i saw the two of you outside your room."

"..." it was clear he was trying to decide what he should say to you, if there was anything he could say that would change the situation.

"does she know you're taken?"

"not that I'm aware of, no." he let out a hum, but unlike usual it wasn't out of curiosity or arousal, but rather disappointment and regret.

"..." you made your way to the dresser, and produced a bottle of your perfume. you walked over to him, drenching him in it without warning.

wafting the nauseating mist away from his face, he immediately rose to his feet, as the stream has been directly into his face.

"well now she will." you felt less apt to be lecturing him once he stood at full height; but held your ground. "If i find out you're fucking around with her , or anyone else again, we're through." your voice cracked for the first time during the exchange. everything had began to sink in. "get out."

he furrowed his brow, clearing his throat every so often, trying to recover from the ungodly amount of aerosol that had been sprayed directly into his face. "as you wish."

he walked out without another word, part of you wishing he hadn't , as you were dependent on him for comfort , and the other more relieved to see him walk out the doorway than ever before.

[sorry-apsalar]

Wait, See, and Hope

Another prompt from Ao3: "Angsty mood rn so... How would bender react if Fry was in a life or death situation, died TEMPORARILY - I'M NOT DOING THAT TO THEM - then came back to him. Fry dying on him would probably be traumatic since he loves him."

Because I've already written a piece in which the exact thing the prompt was asking for happens (though from Fry's POV so maybe it doesn't really count but I think it does) I considered writing a drabble in which Fry dies for reals and doesn't come back in any way because I love writing a good dramatic death scene. I didn't though mostly because the requester very clearly didn't want that kind of thing (if they hadn't specified that though I would've done it). So instead I decided to do a prequel for a previous drabble of mine, specifically the one in my Frender Week fic, chapter/day 4: Fluff or Angst, because I intended to at one point but never got around to it. This provided a good opening for it. So if you wanna know how this situation ends go check out that fic and chapter (spoilers that shouldn't be surprising given the above prompt, it has a happy ending).

~

“Woohoo! Bender wins again!” Victorious, Bender straightened from the chair he’d been ducking behind while Leela shot at the pirates trying to take over the ship.

“We were lucky it was only a small crew.” Leela’s tone and glare indicated she didn’t feel particularly inclined to revel in their victory. Not only was that boring it was also extremely lame. “Maybe this’ll teach you not to steal from pirates. Though knowing you, the fact that you technically got away with it means you’ll only be encouraged to do it again.”

Bender chuckled because that was true. This had been beyond worth it and he was totally going to do it again the next chance he got. He could practically see it now; he’d be rich and famous for stealing from galaxy’s most powerful space pirates.

Eager to share this budding idea and revel in their current victory with someone who’d actually revel with him, he looked towards where Fry had ducked for cover when the pirates had burst in and started shooting. On the other side of the cockpit, behind his own chair. Fry hadn’t stood back up though.

“Hey Fry, you can stop hiding now. We killed the pirates.”

Other than Leela’s, “You mean I killed the pirates,” there was no response. Was Fry taking a nap over there or something?

Bender went over, ready to chide him for falling asleep in the middle of a fire fight. When he got there though… he froze. Fry lay loosely curled on the ground, his face abnormally pale. Red liquid oozed out of a hole in his head. Blood was supposed to stay inside humans but according to Fry it wasn’t a big deal to lose a little and there wasn’t a whole lot so… it was fine? But the way he was laying so still…

“Fry? You okay buddy?”

No response.

Bender crouched down to poke his side. That always worked to wake him when he slept in too long. … Not this time though. Bender could try again, harder until it did work but… “Leela! I think there’s something wrong with Fry.”

“What is…” Leela cut off with a worried gasp that made Bender flinch internally. “Um… uh… does he have a pulse?”

“How should I know?” Bender barely knew what a pulse was let alone how or where to check for one.

“Okay um… don’t move him. I’ll get us back to Earth. You call ahead to Hermes and tell him to call 911.” Leela was moving before she’d even finished speaking.

Urged along by her haste Bender moved to do as told, without complaint for perhaps the first time in his life since joining Planet Express. Despite how close they were to Earth, his task, even with explaining why to Hermes, was finished before they were back home.

“What now?” he asked, turning to look at Leela.

“We hope for the best.”

That didn’t sit well with him but… what more could he do or say? He went back over to Fry, crouching down beside him again. Didn’t touch him again though because Leela had told him not to move Fry and had sounded quite adamant about it. Which normally he would’ve gone out of his way to do anything she was adamant he not do… this time though he was too nervous about Fry to do more than consider it.

It couldn’t be thatbad though, could it? It was a small wound and there wasn’t even much blood. … Then again though, robots had their important programming stuff stored in their heads. And considering how most robots were designed by humans then maybe that was basically true for humans as well. Hadn’t Bender heard something along those lines at some point, possibly multiple times that he just never paid much attention to? Which meant… what? That Fry was dead?

Inconceivable, utterly inconceivable. Fry couldn’t die, he was… he was Fry. He was young even by the standards of how the time period he grew up in. The doctors would fix him, they always did every time before. … What if they couldn’t this time though? Humans were fragile, Bender would know, he liked to make jokes about it all the time. It didn’t take much to kill them. Heck, according to stuff he’d heard, sometimes their own fleshy bodies rebelled against them and killed them. So… what if it was already too late?

Shaking a little, Bender reached out a hand and placed it against Fry’s chest. That’s where the heart was supposed to be, right? And thus where one would check for a pulse if there was one which would indicate that Fry was still alive. … He felt nothing. Did that actually mean anything for sure though? Even after all these years of Fry being his best friend and partner, Bender still didn’t know much about human biology. He’d never thought he’d find such information useful. Turns out he’d been wrong and thus there was nothing he could do here to even know if it was already too late. All he could do was wait, see, and hope that the doctors could fix Fry.

[dragonkwest]

Hey anon! You inspired me! I haven’t written any drabbles before, much less a fanfic, so take this as you will. That being said, this was fun! I might continue it if people dig it.

You Can Be My Bullet Shield, I Guess

Light trickled under the doorway that was surprisingly helpful to you. It hit that sweet spot where you could get a general layout of the disgusting room you sat in without having to pay attention to all yucky little details, all while having a pretty good view of Eclipse hog-tied next to you. It was glorious. He sat there, absolutely fuming- a beautiful blend of seething anger mixed with a substantial amount of homicidal rage. You just knew you needed to add some general annoyance into the mix.

"So", you smirk, stretching your bound legs out until they nudged eclipse, "come here often Angel Eyes?"

It took him a second to respond to your tease, coming back slowly out of whatever murderous fantasy he was playing out in his head. You had managed to spit out your gag a while ago, and it gave you a bit of satisfaction to note that Eclipse hadn't managed to do the same. Bet you wished you had lips, huh metal man? A grinding noise erupted from where his teeth were no doubt clenching the special tie they put on him. It looked like the same material that those cut-safe gloves they used at a deli were made of- a chainmail-ish metal thing.

You smirk at the noise.

"What's the matter darling? Cat got your tongue?"

You start at the gravelly voice that comes from right next to you- just where in the hell was his voice box located? 

"Careful sweetheart, I'm hardly in the mood."

His bright yellow optics flick over you- tied up and trapped. You're pretty sure he'd be far more delighted in your condition if he himself weren't suffering from the same. Even so, you aren't surprised to see his eyes slowly take you in, likely tucking away the sight for when he needed a little fantasy pick me up or something later.

Grinning at his response, you begin to wiggle the restraints tied around your wrists. The gangsters that nabbed you had bound you up in chains first, then wrapped the chains with rope. A bit overkill in your opinion, given that the ties were coming off either way. Why prolong the inevitable? The bright side of having the ropes was that it gave you the pressure you needed to slip a pin between the coils, like having an extra hand helpfully hold the pin for you while you shimmied the lock to where you needed it. It took longer than you'd like to pick the thing (man, they really skimped on the lock- what was that? A bike lock? How dumb.) but it really wasn't all that difficult. Once the lock was popped, it was easy enough to ditch the chains, even easier to shrug off the ropes. All the while you felt Eclipse's eyes on you, enjoying the show. 

Yeah, you were good at what you do. 

He should be impressed.

You take out your leg bindings even faster, now completely free of restraints. Leaning back in the wooden chair, you sprawl out and observe the mob boss. He's leaned forward a bit (well, as far as the chains will let him) and is simply observing. He's trying to figure out what your next move will be. Honestly, you're trying to figure out the same thing- not that you'd ever let on that you didn't exactly have a plan. Yet.

The basement(sub-level? Underground torture chamber? Storage room?) made it difficult to slip away, as there wasn't exactly a convenient window to let yourself out of. Hell, you'd even take a chimney at this point. You'd be lying if you said you had never played reverse Santa Claus and nabbed some rich old fart's jewels that way. A dirty method of breaking and entering, certainly, but it gave you extra satisfaction to get coal dust smeared all over their pristine white floors and furniture. A two for one deal and a very enjoyable Christmas Eve for sure.

Another grinding noise brings your eyes right back to Eclipse's, and you wonder if he's trying to rip his gag because it feels weird to him, or maybe he just wants to be able to flash you a dirty smile. Either way, he clearly doesn't need the gag gone to speak. You cock an eyebrow at him before getting up and exploring the perimeter of the room. All the while you feel his eyes boring into you, even when you're located behind him. Deciding that you don't need nightmares tonight, you refrain from looking behind you to see if he could, in fact, rotate his head 360 in order to keep you in his sights. 

"Sweetheart," he growls out, long and breathy like a parent annoyed with a child, "I believe it would be in your best interest to use those talented little fingers on these chains."

He rattles his chains, a feat accomplished through straining against his bonds. Whatever the metal was made out of, you definitely needed to get some. Not much could survive Eclipse's strength.

"It's a tiny example of how ruling this city will go. You use your talents, and then we burn this place to the ground."

He smiles sardonically at you (guess he finally broke through the gag's material-RIP Eclipse's gag, you will be missed), before inclining  his head towards the door.

"Together."

"Angel Eyes, as much as I love the thought of escape, I don't remember inviting you along," you pace towards the door, giving the animatronic a wide berth as you slip by. "In fact, I think you'd slow me down, and I've got places to be tonight." 

You've already got a pin in hand, working the door open with relative ease. It's now unlocked, but you don't pull it open just yet. Placing an ear against the solid wood door, listening, you don't hear any of the usual sounds that accompany posted guards. 

Strange. 

Your gut screams at you that something is off, but you can't put together just what that is quite yet. You're missing something. 

Then a crazy idea bubbles into your brain.

"Actually, I'm thinking that perhaps I spoke too soon…" you drawl as you push away slowly from the wood,"I wouldn't be entirely against having an escort tonight." 

You throw on a sugar sweet smile as you turn back towards the Mafia boss, sauntering over to where he was bound. Eclipse's smile is gone, replaced with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl. The game has changed, and he's not entirely sure if the situation is completely in his favor yet. You place a hand on his knee, leaning forward. His gaze follows you closely, lingering on your throat.

 "I think that my schedule may have just opened up," you breathily whisper, lightly tapping your fingers on one of his sun rays as you fake a thoughtful look,"care to take a stroll?"

His face changes then, a grin emerging that is slow and sharp and dangerous. It causes a shiver to run up your spine.

This was a bad idea. But you needed to get out of here alive, and Eclipse was a better bullet shield than anything you could find in this room. Your goal was to escape, by any means necessary. Looks like tangoing with the devil was going to get you through this night alive.

You raise a finger in the air and place your hand flat on his chassis, stopping him from speaking. 

"But don't get any ideas, Angel Eyes, I'm still not going to join you."

His optics flick down to where your hand rests, before slowly returning your gaze. God his eyes are intense. Blazing straight into your soul. His teeth are sharp and his smile wicked. 

"We'll see about that." 

Out of the corner of your eye you can see his hands flexing, opening and closing, and you unconsciously focus on the throb of the nearly healed bruises on your thighs.

There's a shift in the light that shines from underneath the door- people are gathering on the other side and something is clearly about to go down.

Yeah, this is a bad idea. 

You begin to pick his locks.

I see your amazing idea of vigilante kidnapping Eclipse and raise you this: what if they’re both kidnapped and have to escape together? Vigilante being able to pick the lock on their chains and get free, and they have to decide if it’s worth it to also undo Eclipse’s chains in order to find a way out from a place possibly swarming with gangsters. How do you think that would play out?

Lol, Vigilante is leaving him there. So long, sucker!

Nah, in all seriousness, if Vigilante!Y/N needed Eclipse to make the escape, then yes, they would undo his chains and let him out. A very reluctant partnership, but hey, it serves them both!

[diahsthings]

😭 is so cute I love

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

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