jackolantern707

[jackolantern707]

Wonderland

Just a WIP, but I don't think I can completed it TvT (it's hard to write a long story ToT)

Bad writing, bad grammar (English is not my first language), OOC

Idea: Alice in wonderland theme

You go camping with Minhyeok, but seems like you've fallen into a trap...

It was supposed to be a breather. 

A break. A warm campfire, sizzling meat, between you and Minhyeok.

Minhyeok said it would help you to relax, after all that trouble…

 “Don’t worry.” he told you. “I trust you. You’re not the killer. They just want someone to be the scapegoat.”

—

The fire crackled softly as you sat beside Minhyeok, watching the flames bite into the skewers of beef he carefully turned over the grill. His face was lit by firelight. Soft jawline, kind eyes, and the warm smile that never left his face.

“You doing okay?” he asked, glancing sideways, voice low enough that only you could hear. “If they say anything bad to you, tell me. I can deal with that.”

You nodded. You always nodded.

“It’s… fine. I’m fine,” you murmured, picking at the corner of your coat.

But it wasn’t fine. Not with them nearby.

—

Minhyeok hadn’t invited them. It was just you and him.

But they showed up an hour after you arrived, laughing way too loudly, pretending to be so shocked to see him camping here.

“Oh my god, Minhyeok? What are the chances!” “How crazy! We just thought this spot looked cute!”

You knew better. They had stalked your chat. Followed him. They wanted Minhyeok. And they hated that he brought you.

In their mind, you were the outsider. The coward. The freak no one wanted aảound, unless they wanted someone to mock.

Minhyeok played it off, smiling tight. But when no one was looking, his knuckles turned white against the grill tongs.

“For god sake…” he muttered once. “Should I just mur- ”

He said something, but you couldn't hear. 

You looked down. It would be better if it was just the two of you.

—

Then, a scream.

It cut through the forest like a broken violin string.

One of the girls gasped, nearly dropping her drink. The guys exchanged glances. Someone muttered, “Shit, that was from the west ridge.”

Their blood turns cold, but if they stay ignorant, who knows what’s gonna happened?

Three of them grabbed flashlights. “We’ll check it out,” one said. “Stay here. Girls stay put.”

You thought Minhyeok would go too. But he sat back down beside you.

“I’m not leaving you. Never.” he said simply, as if that was all the explanation he needed.

—

The fire burned lower. The night thickened.

You and Minhyeok sat shoulder to shoulder, trying to joke about horror movies and bad food. You almost forgot the scream.

Until they came.

The other girls, two of them, open your tent door like they were the owner.

“Mind if we join?” one asked sweetly, already moving to sit beside Minhyeok. “It’s just… scary out there.”

Minhyeok tensed, moving further away. “There’s still space at your camp.”

“Oh, come on~ why so cold? We’re friends, aren’t we?” She try to hit his shoulder like old friends, but Minhyeok dodge, making her awkwardly fall.

Their eyes slid to you.

“So… you two camping together? Alone?” “Not only you stick to other guys but also play with Minhyeok like that?? Oh my…”

You can't smile. “It’s not like that…”

“Oh don’t worry, we're just joking! Hahaha. Ain’t we Minhyeok?”

Minhyeok opened his mouth. Like hell he was gonna side with them. Hurting his MC like that, how dare they… 

But he froze.

His head turned toward the woods.

“...How…?”

The fire dimmed.

Everything went black.

And the last thing you heard was Minhyeok screaming your name.

—

Silence.

You gasp, eyes wide, your heart pounding. You reach for your phone, turn your flashlight on.

Nothing.

The tent is empty. The girls are gone. Minhyeok is gone.

“…M-Minhyeok?”

You stumbled out of the tent, feet crunching on grass, breath rising in clouds.

Then you saw it.

A leg, pale and twitching, being dragged into the woods by something you couldn’t see. Blood slicked the grass in a long, glistening trail.

It was one of the girls in the tent with you, you know by the tattoo on her leg.

You choked on your own breath.

Move. You should move. 

So you sprinted toward where the guys had gone, toward anything, anyone.

“Even if they hate me… if it’s Minhyeok… they won’t ignore it, right?”

You ran.

But the trees only got taller.

The path vanished behind you.

“This is a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare. I need to wake up. Please…”

No matter how far you went, the woods only grew thicker.

Twisted.

Warped.

You staggered forward, sobbing, branches clawing at your arms.

“No no no... Where is everyone?... Where am I?...”

You cry, helplessly.

“Minhyeok…”

.

.

.

[Heh~? What’s this? A lost deer?]

You froze.

The voice wasn’t yours.

You turned.

No one was there.

“Wh-Who’s there?”

[Ah~ I hear the voice of a helpless human… and I just had to come say hello.]

It came from everywhere and nowhere.

The trees pulsed. The air rippled.

“You… Are you the one who… who took him?”

[Me? Ohhh, I’m hurt. You’d wound me with such an accusation.]

The voice turned playful, sing-song.

[Butttt… if you really want to find your friend… I might know where he is~]

You hesitated. Your heart thundered in your ears.

You didn’t trust it.

But then–

[Too slow. Undecided people get no choice.]

Your legs moved on their own.

“H-Hey! Stop! What-!?”

[This way, my dear~]

You stumbled forward, feet dragging you toward a narrow, dark trail lined with whispering trees.

[Don’t fall behind now. This road only opens once.]

The further you walked, the stranger things became.

The trees leaned in too close. The ground pulsed. The leaves whispered.

And the voice cooed in your ear.

[Good girl~]

—

You shouldn’t have followed the voice.

But you can’t. 

Your legs are moving like they have a mind.

The path forked before you. One trail ran straight and white like bone dust under moonlight. The other curved inward, dark and pulsing, coiling like a vein beneath a canopy of red-leafed trees.

You should turn back.

But the voice sighed, playful and purring, and your feet continue to move.

[Do you always follow strange things? Curious little Alice~]

The woods swallow you whole as you step inside.

—

The further you walked, the stranger things became.

The trees leaned too far in. They bent unnaturally close, whispering to one another when your back turned. The leaves bled. A river ran upside down overhead, its surface reflecting a pitch black sky, not even a single star.

You kept walking. You didn’t know why. And you're scared.

The voice hummed in your ear, playful and smooth, like a cat dragging its claws over its prey.

[Haha. This forest likes you~ It’s troubling. But don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe, hmm? We’ll keep you… very close.]

Something moved in the corner of your eye. A flicker. A flash of purple hair, but it’s gone as soon as you turn your head. Then two golden slits blinked open in the bark of a tree and disappeared again.

You wanted to turn back.

But you were already walking too deep.

—

And then the path stopped.

The trees opened into a small clearing. Quiet. Still. A circle of flowers that you never saw in your life surrounded a pond that shimmered like mercury. In the center, a mirror, floating mid-air, framed by thorns and… keys?

You stepped forward (no you don’t want to!!!)

Then… the ground collapsed.

You screamed.

You fell.

Not into dirt. Not into roots. You fell through a tunnel of clock faces, of screaming portraits, of wings and bones and velvet curtains that yanked themselves away before you could touch them.

The voice followed you down.

[Tsk, tsk. Didn’t your mother warn you never to follow strangers?]

But you didn’t! It kidnapped you!!!!

[Too late to blame now~]

You hit nothing. You kept falling.

The world flickered. Your hands blurred. Your legs dissolved. You weren’t sure what your body was anymore.

You tried to scream, but the sound curled inward and died.

Then

You landed.

—

Soft. You landed on a bunch of cushion.

The sky was black above. The trees were wrong. The moon looks… different. Blood red.

Your heart raced.

You sat up slowly.

And the voice returned, closer now, almost... inside you.

[Right... I should take the role properly.]

Ahem. The voice coughs a few times.

[Ah~ Welcome to the Hell, Alice.]

To the place where madness is law, logic is gone, and nothing that bleeds is dead.

[There are no roads here. One way in. No way out.]

You looked around. No one. No eyes. No shadow. Only that voice.

Your hands trembled. You whispered into the dark.

“Wait! W-Who are you?”

Silence.

Then a laugh. Low, genuinely amused, curling like poison ivy around your spine.

[Why ask, Alice? You followed me without a face. What difference does a name make?]

“M-My name is not Ali-”

A softer, smoother, like the purr of an animal just before it bites, cut in.

[But… since you asked so nicely… You can call me Solomon~]

The shadows stirred. Purple strands of hair rippled like smoke behind trees that weren’t trees. Two yellow eyes blinked open in the trunk beside you, glowing like furnace slits.

Before you could see his face, the eyes disappeared again.

The voice grew faint, drifting, receding:

[Good luck, little Alice. Oh and try not to die too quickly.]

[The Kings are gonna get bored when toys break too fast~]

And then you were alone.

In a forest that breathed. Under a sky that blinked. On soil that pulsed.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps that weren’t yours...

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Technically, it should be story about a dream-loop structure, but thinking each plot for each kings (I even want the Seraphims in too!) is too hard so I gave up.

Maybe when I free (:v) I will post some other ideas about this (maybe never).

🎃

[jackolantern707]

When you're the type who easily sweating

Warning: ...whb devils behaviours? (。_。), mention of sex

No beta, read for fun.

Satan

Finds it irresistibly primal. The scent of your sweat activates something deep in his boiled blood.

Growl low in his throat when you’re drenched with sweat. It's the scent of a delicious human.

Torn your shirt off just to lick the sweat running down your spine and arms.

Love biting you till you dripping blood, grabbing your arms as you're slick with both blood and sweat, trying to push him off, just to pin you down and fuck you until you're dripping more sweat and cum.

Trap you in his hands afterward, tongue lazily lapping up the sweat still clinging to your chest and stomach, muttering about how good you smell when you're "raw and messy".

In public: 

When you start sweating in front of others, whether from heat, nerves, or fear, his entire posture shifts. Anyone watching you? Prepare to lose some balls (eyeballs :v).

Clench his fists, teeth grinding, nostrils flaring, glaring down anyone who notices the damp sheen on your skin or the way your clothes stick.

If someone dare to comment or get close just to sniff you, they’ll be kicked across several buildings.

After that, Satan just drag you off and claim you, to prove you’re hií.

If you are scared of speaking in public, depending on the mood, he either gets protective or decides to make you even more nervous on purpose.

Mammon

Has a huge collection of perfumes, but your sweat is something that he love the most

Dress you in gold and silk, then watch as your sweat ruins it all: the fabric clinging to your body, jewels slipping off your flushed skin.

"My master is so beautiful… Ruined, shining in sweat and wearing like mine."

Licks beads of sweat off your hips like it’s a delicacy worth more than anything in his vaults.

Ask to make a design perfume with your natural scent, but keep for himself a whole batch of both of your mixture where he indulges in you so badly your body can’t keep up.

In public:

Carry you in his arms so he can smell you the clearlest

Don’t mind if his subordinates pretend to have conversation with him just to take a better sniff at your scent

Absolutely lose his mind if you decide to bury more of your body into his mid-conversation with others. It clearly shows that he is yours, and yours only.

Purposely dresses you in thin silks that show everything when it gets damp.

Leviathan

The scent of your sweat drives him insane

Definitely steal and sniff your used clothing. Keep it in a sealed chest and hide it in his coffin

“No one else gets to smell this. No one. And if you dare to…”

Treat your sweat like it’s a proof that you’ve been with him (like animals mark territory with it). Wipes your sweat on his neck or rubs it into his own skin like some kind of perfume

When you're sweaty from fear, exertion, or panic like a small, breedable prey, he gets hard instantly

After sex, he will continue to grind against your sweaty exhausted body, hissing between clenched teeth about how “you’re so slick and warm… mine mine mine.”

In public:

The moment he sees you sweating around others, especially in clothes that stick to your body the moment you sweat, he gets visibly upset. “Why are you sweating for them???”

Anyone who dares sniff the air gets hang, so all Hades devils almost die from holding breath

Wrap his shirt around you, not out of kindness, but to mingle your scent with his and to make his shirt smell like you.

Trap you in his coffin while press his face to your neck like a beast in heat. “How dare you… not smell like me… You have to… have to make you smell like me…”

Beelzebub

Sweaty human? Best. Thing. Ever.

You are absolutely flavorful. Delicious little human.

Lick you constantly. From your armpits to your inner thighs, to the part between your legs now wet but not with sweat. No shame.

He muching you like a stress toy. Nom nom nom. And bite too.

Trap you under him after hours of fucking just to keep you hot and soaked, murmuring, “Don’t move... You smell so gooddd”

His clones love different zones. One's licking your chest sweat, one’s tonguing your abdomen, one’s burying into your thighs. You are an endless buffet for him. Him only.

Gets mad if anyone else comments on your scent. “Back off. That’s mine.”

In public:

Public sweat = public feast. Will literally press his tongue to your neck in front of others and groan like he’s eating a five-star dish.

His people are used to it. And they stare and hope their king would be kind and share.

Nope. Never happened. Not even God could separate his mouth and you.

If others smell you and react? He glares while fucking lick your armpit. Rule number one: No one interrupts him while he’s eating, especially when the dish is you.

He already glue to you whenever you both meet, but now he know you sweat when you nervous? He’ll lap at your skin, telling you gently, “Don’t be scared. Let me eat you… I mean… help you :) ”  

Lucifer

Urgh please unhygienic things? “You should take better care of your presentation”, while he uses a towel to wipe your bare body, head to toes (Gamigin beg for the towel)

His angel instincts rebel against the "mess," but his demon side adores it

Try to keep himself calm, but when he drags his tongue up your face… God now he addicted to you more.

Keep track of what gets you sweating: stress, sex, fear, workouts. Add it to his “medical record”. Might recreate the conditions just to see you glisten again

Stare at the sweat bead on your temple during sex like it’s the most divine thing he’s ever seen

He memorizes every tremble

If you’re flushed and panting, clothes sticking to your body, he’ll lean close and whisper: “You smell desperate. You should always smell like this.”

In public:

Look calm outside. Inside? Seething.

If anyone dares look at you too long, he steps in front of you, hand on your lower back, too tight to be comforting. If that one got good instinct, they should be running by moments ago.

Wipe sweat from your face with fingers and suck it

Whisper in your ear “You’re glistening inside my hospital. Don’t make me drag you out of here and fuck you till you drench.”

Belphegor

Nuzzles into your armpit like you just a human pillow, then hums when he smells you sweat. “...Mmm, smell good... Don’t shower yet.”

Fall asleep while sniffing you

Loves you sweaty post-sex or during cockwarming. It means your body work hard for him, doesn't it?

Turn off the air conditioner just to see you sweat, then annoy because he can’t sleep either. Now he’s awake so let's do something.

Trap you in a bear hug so you sweat more during high temperature days. “So cute when you're trying to stay composed.”

When you’re soaked, he grinds slowly and lazily into you, muttering about how you smell like a nice submissive maid.

In public: 

Does he even go outside? Honestly doesn’t care. Will nuzzle your sweaty body right in public and purr like a lazy cat

If you ever join Niflheim on a mission that manages to drag Belphegor out of his den, he would just lie on your lap with his head bury into your thigh like it’s a scent cave.

If people stare, he grumbles, “They’re just jealous you’re this tasty.”

If you’re anxious, sweating, and trembling, this is the perfect moment for him to use his power as a devil of sloth to soothe you.

“Shh… you’re shaking so nice. Just relax. Let me feel that heat.”

What a lullaby for him.

Asmodeus

Sweat is sexy. Period. Your natural scent is his favorite aphrodisiac.

"A human glistening with effort, trembling, flushed... darling, you’re better than any orgy I’ve thrown."

Has made you run errand in Abbadon just to watch you sweat

Will lick trails off your body like wine, navel to collarbone, armpit to knee. A full-body tasting.

Bottled your sweat in a vial for his personal collection. Don’t ask what he does with it.

Gets visibly aroused when your sweat mixes with his own and cum. “This… this is art, love.”

In public:

Doesn’t care about decency. Literally bury his head in between your legs and inhale with a moan in front of a crowd.

Tells the crowd: “Don’t worry, darlings. They glisten for me.”

Love to finger you under the table while licking sweat off your chest.

“Are you scared? Turned on? Both? Tell me please my love!”

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P/s: First time trying headcanons, kinda fun :3 Easier to write than a story huh

[jackolantern707]

Life on a farm

WHB AU

Note: First time writting, bad grammar, English is not my 1st language

just read the story for fun...

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Interviewer: Welcome back to [Unseen Wonders], where we explore the world’s most extraordinary places.

Interviewer: We will always choose where to go next based on votes. That's why…

Interviewer: Today, we're at a secluded farm that's won awards globally for its exceptional livestock and crops... The H&H Farm!!!!

Interviewer: With me is MC, the owner of this incredible farm. And I already got her permission to do this interview. So, MC, what’s the secret to your farm’s unparalleled success?

MC: Oh, it’s all thanks to my wonderful assistants —my ‘pets.’ They’re absolutely the key to everything here (^o^/

Interviewer: Your pets? That's interesting! What exactly do they do?

MC: I’m so happy that you asked!! My lovely pets, each of them has their own roles. And they’re not just ordinary pets…! They’re remarkable creatures that keep everything in my farm running smoothly! I'm so grateful to have them!

MC: Oh yeah, let me explain more clearly (OwO)

MC: There are two types in this farm: the hunting and the guarding.

Interviewer: That sounds intriguing. Could you tell me more about them?

MC: Of course! The hunting ones are incredibly strong and athletic, and they have a strong prey drive. 

MC: The two that are always the first to face any threats are Satan and Gabriel. Even though they fight each other frequently in the farm when they're off duty... well usually Lucifer will get angry if they dare to be distracted in the middle of the misson, haha, my lovely boys are an absolutely great combination in hunting. 

MC: Satan and Gabriel are actually the reason why my little cart always gets filled with different things when we prepare to go back home.

MC: Oh and did I say it? All of my boys have a good sense of smell, but there are two of them that stick out a mile. Well to be honest, Beelzebub has the best nose among my pets, which is really nice cus he knows how to track down things and alert all of us to any potential dangers. 

MC: The other one is Raphael, well.. he just like Beelzebub… Uhm… both of them … are good at dealing with the mess left behind by Satan and Gabriel (nervous smile)

Interviewer: Absolutely interesting! There’re actually a type of animal who knows how to clean?! Can I see them?!!

MC: Hahaha… right… animals… cleaning (in their stomach) Maybe I’ll show you later.

Interviewer: What about the guarding ones?

MC: Ah, the guardians are just as amazing too! They have a very strong protective instinct and are fiercely loyal. They watch over the livestock and my property, also deterring any threats. 

MC: Both Mammon and Lucifer are ‘quite’ large and powerful, capable of handling any danger that comes their way. 

MC: They’re also trained to patrol and make their own decisions, ensuring that everything is safe and secure too… Oh hey Mammon, what’re you doing here?

(Mammon gives MC a water bottle, but.. why his eyes doesn't smile?)

MC: Thanks Mammon! Huh? Why are you off duty now! Lucifer is going to get angry you know!

(Mammon points at the top of the watching tower, where can barely see a figure, looking down this way)

MC: Uhm… you know I can't see anything right? Omg whatever, I'm in the middle of an interview, you go back with your duties okay?! ¬_¬

Mammon: (nod) (proceed to stand behind her back)

Interviewer: (didn’t know why he’s shivering) I-It seems like they’re dedicated to their work… I-Is there anything else unique about them?

MC: Well, I often combine their guarding duties with herding you know. Cause the guarding group has a natural instinct to manage livestock, which is why I need to make use of that!

MC: Using their body language and eye contact to control the livestock. They’re just incredible!

MC: You should see my beautiful boy Leviathan! He's like an idol in our farm! All my little animals are charmed by him! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

MC: Hah… Especially when he takes care of the newborns… Just like a natural mother!!! But if you get a little too close… Hehe he is actually quite sensitive.

MC: Ah now I notice! The one who is perfect for the herding job must be Michael! Haha he’s both fast and fearful enough that whenever it’s time to gather the sheep, not a single one dares to step out of line. Sometimes I also got herd too!

Interviewer: So you haven’t got any stock lost? That's not something any farm could do!!!

MC: Of course! Not only I didn't lose anything, more precisely, I even got more of them!!!!! The goods and livestock, I don't even know where they come from!!!

Interview: How could that happen?!

MC: I don’t know! Whenever it's time to go back home, I give command to everyone to return, and suddenly, the one who I thought was skipping his duty, Asmodeus appears out of nowhere with a bunch of animals behind him! There’re even some random things in his hands which he smiles innocently and only said that he was given these! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Interviewer: Haha so there is actually a lazy one who skips duties on the farm. I thought Miss MC’s farm was like a whole factory instead!

MC: I don't think he lazy.... Urg…. talk about being lazy…. There is a 24/7 lazy one…

Interviewer: Huh there is another? Wouldn’t your…. uh Lucifer get angry if anyone skip their duties?

MC: Well… if there weren't any serious danger, I mean like absolutely dangerous, he wouldn't even wake up. 

Interviewer: A serious danger? Please can you talk more about… uh him?

MC: Haha you’re a curious one! I haven’t seen anyone who loves to dig into other life this much like you! :)

Interviewer: Ahaha… haha.. I-I’m just a vlogger who enjoys seeing everything in this world you know. 

MC: But… curiosity killed the cat you know…

MC: Anyway! The reason that Belphegor got off being told by Lucifer is because he actually watches us in our sleep!

Interviewer: ……..Wh-What do you mean by that?

MC: Huh I haven't made myself clear? Belphegor is like a sleeping guardian! Usually Lucifer is the main defend in the day, but when night falls, that's when Belphegor takes over Lucifer's job. 

MC: But… I haven’t seen him doing anything except sleeping. 

MC: Oh right there was one night long long ago, I heard a lot of screeching sound, but then it slowly quieter, and it's like… everything is darkness… I just know that it's okay to sleep again because Belphegor said don't worry though ( •̀ .•́ )✧

Interviewer: Oh wow… Your pets… They're amazing…! I-I’d love to see them in person. If they could appear on this video, it would go viral!!! Do you think we could—

(Suddenly, one of the guarding pets inside the house, with a menacing gaze looking through the window glass, widen their eyes. Other pets start sniffing the air. Their eyes narrow as some of them keep a good distance, others slowly approach the interviewer.)

Interviewer: (shivering nervously) Uh… Miss MC…? Wh-What is happening?!… They doesn’t seem—

MC: Oh, don’t worry. They’re just being cautious. They’re very protective toward me of course.

Interviewer: C-Cautious? About wh—

(As the guarding starts to roar, other pets begin to screech simultaneously, the interviewer's realization dawns. He quickly grabs the camera and run away)

Interviewer: “This is xxx from [Unseen Wonders]. If you’re watching this, something’s gone terribly wrong in the H&H Farm. There are beas—”

(The live feed cuts off abruptly as two white figures pounce on him. Screams echo as the scene turns chaotic. Blood splash on screen)

MC: It’s all right, my lovely boys. I'm okay.

MC: You were a bit too curious for your own good though. But hey, don’t worry, they’re just doing their job.

MC: Oh right, I may say this too late, but… Welcome to my farm!

(Later, MC is seen in the kitchen, preparing a meal as her pets gather around, content and *not fully* fed.)

—

Hunting: Gabriel, Satan, Raphael, Beelzebub

Guarding: Mammon, Lucifer, Leviathan, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Michael

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P/s: I watched too much those herding dogs and guardian dogs videos ＞﹏＜

Thanks for reading! -🎃

[jackolantern707]

Just a cat nap

Note:

Idea from game [Do NOT Take This Cat Home] by Pixeliminal (on itch.io), ending 6

Bad grammar, no beta

If there are any problems, just DM me (^///^)

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The city streets were cloaked in darkness as you trudged home, the events of the day weighing heavily on your mind. In your arms, there is a cat, with its coal-black fur and eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

You found the cat in the garbage dumps behind your school. A full black cat sleeps in a cardboard box. So peaceful that it doesn’t know about some of your classmates about to throw it from the highest building in the university. You could just dump this garbage bag, complete your task then return home. But you can’t. So you got beat up for ‘protecting the cat’, ‘ruin their science project’ bla bla.

After they bored and walked away, you wiped up your bloody nose, and looked back to check the cat.

It was looking at you with greyish eyes (did you just see two pupils?) No. Stared at you. It didn’t even blink. You don’t know why it sends shivers down your spine. It's just a cat.

Or it… not…?

You just sat on the ground, waited for it to do something. It''s a peculiar creature, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that there is something unnervingly familiar about it. Only when the cat meows, rubbing its face against your legs, all the breath that you didn’t know you’re holding in was breath out.

You played with it for a little more, scratching under the chin, petting it whole face, and the cat seems to enjoy this. After a mental battle, you decided to take the cat home. You opened your arms, and the cat immediately jumped in, finding itself a comfortable spot then… sleep….? Okay you were too tired now, so you picked it up and prepared to go home.

—

It was late, and the exhaustion was beginning to blur your thoughts. As you opened the door to your apartment, the cat now wake you. It slides down your arm, with an eerie familiarity, moving confidently through the space as if it had been there before.

"...How do you know your way around?" You mutter, watching the cat saunter into the bedroom. With a sigh, you follow, fatigue overpowering your lingering doubts.

The cat had already claimed the middle of the bed, its body sprawls out comfortably. You scowl, your annoyance flaring up, but the weariness in your bones left you with little energy to argue. You could only gently nudge the cat aside, creating just enough space for yourself. The cat let out a soft, disgruntled hiss but complied, curling up near you as you both settled in.

As your head hit the pillow, sleep enveloped you almost instantly. The cat, now a warm presence against your side, began to purr, its rhythmic vibration a lullaby that soothed you into a deep slumber.

—

You awake. How long have you been sleeping? It seems like a long time. A very long time…

Your body feels as though it has been anchored to the bed. Every muscle aches, and a fog of exhaustion clouds your mind. You try to sit up, but something is lying on your chest.

Oh, it's just the cat.

But… its weight is far heavier than it should be.

The cat’s eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, you think you see a flicker of something in those chilling shades of grey. You try to move the cat, but it doesn’t budge. Instead, it purrs louder, its body pressing down even harder.

Hunger gnaws at your stomach, and your throat is parched, but the effort to get up seems monumental. The cat’s presence is overwhelming, and despite the discomfort, a strange sense of calm washes over you. Your eyelids grow heavy, and the cat’s purring becomes an irresistible siren song, lulling you back to sleep.

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You don't know how many times you had open your eyes before closing them.

Each time you awake, you feel weaker, the cat’s weight more oppressive. Your attempts to rise grow feebler, and your thoughts become muddled. The boundaries between sleep and wakefulness blur.

The cat remains constant, its eyes closed, but its purring never ceasing.

The apartment grows colder and more oppressive with each passing day. Your once vibrant energy is sapped, replaced by an overwhelming lethargy. You no longer have the strength to resist the cat’s silent command. Each time you wake, it is only to fall back into the same abyss of sleep.

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One morning, you didn’t wake up. It’s not because you don’t want to; it’s because you just can’t…

The cat, now an eerie sentinel atop your chest, stares down with an unblinking gaze. The apartment is deathly silent, the air heavy with a sense of finality.

It slips off the bed, its form dissolving into the shadows, leaving no trace of its presence. The room is empty, save for the still figure on the bed, face peaceful as if in a final, eternal slumber.

The line between the living and the dead has been crossed, and you are now just a poor soul claimed by a demon lord’s insidious embrace. The apartment remains, a silent witness to the chilling tale of a cat nap that ends in an eternal sleep.

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[Belphegor x MC] Morning Cuddles

WHB - Family AU

Note: First time writting, bad grammar, OC kids/kids with names

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The first light of dawn gently filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a soft glow on the room that was covered in black. You blinked your eyes open, the early morning haze slowly giving way to the realization that you were trapped.

To your right, the king of Niflheim, the cardinal sin of sloth - Belphegor, or your lazy husband, was sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. His arm draps over your waist in a lazy hug, his face peaceful in sleep.

Belphegor was not a morning person. And never be. Any attempt to wake him before he was ready would result in a grumpy grumble and a mumbled complaint, or… worse…. Beleth has been working hard all these times.

You smile at the thought and pat your husband's head, caressing his hair. The devil of sloth let out a purr, burying his head in the nape of your neck and continuing his travel in the dream world.

You just sigh and look at your other side. Curling around on your left was your little boy, Lazlo. He clung to you like a little koala, his small hands gripping your shirt. His black hair which he inherited from his father is tousle, and his face buried in your hip. He is your little shadow, always seeking your warmth and comfort. Belphegor and he sometimes at each other’s throat all because of this. But they are both too lazy to fight and end up cuddling together. Whenever Beleth comes to pick them up, he now has to carry both of them piggyback, with Lazlo on top Belphegor’s back. 

And then there was Remy, Lazlo's twin sister, perched precariously on top of you, with her head resting on your chest, one leg sprawled over her brother. Unlike her father, Remy was a light sleeper, and she was always the first to wake up between the three of them. “To spend more time with mommy” was her reason.

Remy is a quiet girl with big round and lively eyes. Her favorite thing is to drag her father and brother outside and the three of them just lay down wherever they can sleep. 

There was one time the whole Niflheim had to look in every nook and cranny to find them because they disappeared for the whole day. Not a single note and not even going back to eat. Turns out they were sleeping at the river near the border of Niflheim and Tatarus. You really want to give them a punishment but… Look at those puppy eyes! ╰（‵□′）╯ Agrh they all know your weakness and now take advantage of it.

It seems like this morning Remy also enjoying the luxury of sleeping in.

You sighed softly, careful not to disturb the delicate balance. You could feel the warmth of your lovely family all around you, a cocoon of love and comfort. But as much as you cherish these moments, you also need to start your day. Niflheim can operate well in the past without Belphegor is due to the poor hard working nobles and other devils. But now you’re the queen of Niflheim, Belphegor’s wife, you want to help too, mostly just paper works, but the devils always look so grateful (cus they like to use their hands more than their head?)

You glance at the clock on the nightstand - 5:39 AM. The alarm should go off soon, and you need to find a way to extricate yourself without waking everyone.

You start with Belphegor, gently lifting his heavy arm and placing it back on his side of the bed. At first, it doesn’t seem to work since he just grip your waist tighter. After a few more tries, you finally escape his bear hug. Belphegor mumbles something incoherent but doesn't wake up. Thank God (oh wait–) 

Next was Lazlo. You carefully lift him up and free your poor shirt from his fingers, then gently place him next to his father. He stir slightly but then snuggle into Belphegor’s chest, still fast asleep.

Remy is the tricky one. She has been on top of your belly the whole time when you move the other two.

You slowly shift, trying to carry her the same way with Lazlo and lay her down on top of Belphy. Just as you thought the mission complete, Remy's eyes fluttered open. She looks up at you, sleepy and confused.

"Mommy?... Where are you going…" Remy whispered, try to keep her eyes open.

"Just getting up, sweetheart," You whispered back. "Go back to sleep my little potato."

Remy nods and rolls over, snuggling into her father while hand grip onto Lazlo. With your children settled, you finally slip out of bed, feeling a pang of guilt but also a sense of relief. You tiptoe to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind you and getting ready for work.

A few minutes later, you now feel refreshed and ready to face the day. You peek into the bedroom and smile. Belphegor had shifted in his sleep, now lying sprawled on his back. Lazlo and Remy were huddled together, as Lazlo also got pick up and lay on top of Belphy’s chest, their faces serene.

You headed to the office, with breakfast has already prepared for you. The smell of cacao soon filled the whole room. As you sipping the sweet and bitter drink, you smile happily. Mornings might be a bit chaotic, and you might feel like a human sandwich sometimes (all the time), but these moments were precious. They were the moments that made your life in Hell lively and full of love.

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Yeah I put the name in so it's easier to call the kids 🥹

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