lilyinheaven

[lilyinheaven]

Fairy Tales and Paw Prints

You're selected for the Devildom exchange program, but you're not alone.

SATAN x gn!Reader 3.5k Words | SFW | Fluff, Developing Relationship, Misunderstandings/Jealousy A/N: MC's cat isn't named but referred to as he/him. Obey Me! Masterlist

Satan is irritated when Lucifer calls all of his brothers to the library for a family meeting a couple days after your arrival in the Devildom. He feigns disinterest when Lucifer announces your feline pet from the human world has been brought to the House of Lamentation as well.

He watches Lucifer’s exasperated expression with amusement when Asmo complains loudly about cat fur getting all over his expensive clothes, and Levi pipes up that the animal might damage some of his rare collectibles. Mammon makes the mistake of wondering out loud whether human pets are worth anything to Devildom collectors, and Beel has the decency to look the slightest bit ashamed when he clarifies the cat is not for eating.

Lucifer silences them all with a frosty glare, and he emphasizes with a tone that will hear no argument that you’ve accepted responsibility for the animal and any upkeep it requires. He stomps from the room, clearly fed up with the discussion, and Satan and the rest of his brothers leave too - some of them still grumbling about the hassle of having a new pet around.

For all the fuss your pet created at first, Satan notices that your cat hardly makes an appearance in the days since. He doesn’t see the cat when you pass by the kitchen to grab a snack on the way to RAD, and you keep your door closed when you join the brothers for dinner. He thinks he can hear you talking to your pet in the evenings, and he knows he’s heard little chirps and meows that verify the animal’s existence.

Satan doesn’t care. And he’s definitely not disappointed.

He’s reading in the library one night after dinner when you slip in quietly and walk past him, oblivious to his presence, and stop in front of a bookcase nearby. You don't realize you’re looking in the section written exclusively in ancient demonic tongues - you slide books off the shelves, flip through the first couple pages, and then put them back just as quickly. 

He’s never going to finish this chapter with that sort of distraction. “It’s hard to read when you’re making a mess of my shelving system,” he says when you reject the sixth book you pick up. He sets his book aside and stands up from the sofa he was reclining on. The surprised little noise you make is not cute in the slightest.

“I’m having trouble finding something that’s not - whatever this language is,” you explain bashfully. You seem to wither under his gaze, and you look away. “I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” 

Satan takes pity on you, but he’s not prepared to console crying humans today. “Come with me,” he says a bit more firmly than he intends to. He doesn’t look back but he doesn’t have to; you hesitate only for a moment before following him dutifully from the library towards his room.

He stops in front of his door and you look at him curiously when he meets your gaze over his shoulder. “Everything in my room is carefully organized. Do not touch anything. Do you understand?” When you gulp and nod your acceptance of his terms, he finally opens the door, walking inside.

You stop in the doorway and stare with blatant shock at the state of his room. Carefully organized? Your eyes scan the wobbly towers of books that fill the space and make it feel uncomfortably cramped. You can barely see a clear path on the floor to walk on. You take a tentative step forward, nearly tripping over a stack of books just inside the door. You flail around trying to find balance, resisting the very real urge to turn around and run for your life.

This room is a death trap.

“What kind of books do you like?” comes his slightly muffled voice. You think you can see a blonde tuft of hair peeking out from behind one of the many bookcases scattered around the room but you can’t be certain. The curtains are drawn and the room is poorly lit.

“I’m not picky,” you say hurriedly. “Anything is fine.” Anything that will get me out of here sooner.

When he appears a minute or two later, he’s holding a leather bound book. He offers it to you, but he doesn’t let go when you try to pull it from his grasp. “Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I hope you remember that no matter what you read in its pages, I promise the Devildom can be far more dangerous to humans like yourself.” He releases the book and you pull it to your chest protectively. “Do not mark the pages or fold the corners. When you’re finished, I expect you to return it. That’s a rare edition.”

You nod quickly, thanking him with one last fleeting glance before you spin around and leave before you accidentally knock anything over. When you make it back to your bedroom door, you open it carefully and slip inside, closing it tightly behind you. You look down when you hear a small rumbling purr at your feet.

“Well, I got something to read,” you say to your feline friend when you crouch down and scratch under his chin. He tilts his head back in bliss, completely unaware how close he came to becoming orphaned because of an avalanche of books.

When you lay in bed that night, the borrowed book in your lap and a cat sleeping peacefully on your legs, you allow yourself to finally relax. You’ve had trouble sleeping since your arrival in the Devildom and you hope that reading will help tire you out. You skim through the stories that don’t interest you but find yourself growing drowsy with each fairy tale you complete. When you don’t think you can stay awake any longer, you turn off your bedside lamp and roll over. Your cat makes a disgruntled noise but makes his way up the bed to you, curling against your chest. You fall asleep with his warm fur tickling your chin.

The next evening after dinner, you plan to return Satan’s book. If you can stay in the safety of the library, or the hallway, anywhere that isn’t the book-laden minefield of his bedroom, you figure you’ll ask him for more recommendations. Maybe you overlooked the bookshelves in the library with things you can understand, or maybe he has some more human world books hidden in one of his book piles. It’s worth a shot! 

He doesn’t make you wait long when you knock quietly on his door. He peers at you through a gap before swinging it wide open. You think he’s almost impressed you’ve returned so soon, but you blink and the look is gone.

You hold the book out to him, and he spares it a cursory once-over for damage before he nods with satisfaction. It feels like you’ve passed some sort of test and you exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Thank you, this isn’t normally my type of book but it was still interesting…”

You trail off when you notice his gaze flickering away from you and towards something down the hall. You hear an excited chirp and see a blur of fluff zoom past you even as you bend down to try and catch your escaped cat. Satan doesn’t fare much better, his fingers barely grazing the animal who darts between his legs and into his bedroom.

“I am so sorry, I guess I didn’t close my door properly,” you explain, feeling more panicked now than that moment you first arrived in the Devildom. You hear soft meows growing quieter as your cat seems to explore deeper into Satan’s room. You’re clicking your tongue to try and draw him back to you, but it’s a lost cause.

Satan pulls something out of his pocket and starts shaking it. You hear a faint, interested chirp deep within the room.

“Why do you have cat treats?” you blurt out curiously, noticing the slight pink blush creeping across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“There are strays that come to the gardens sometimes,” he explains like it’s absolutely normal. “I give them treats when they visit.” He nearly mentions that he’s been hoping to meet your cat one day too but decides against it.

You nearly sag against the doorframe with relief when your cat comes prancing towards you, eyes focused on the bag dangling from Satan’s fingers. You both watch your cat pounce on the treats he shakes out onto the floor. You lean down and stroke his fur, glad to see he hasn’t gotten himself hurt somehow - you don’t know if books are the only things Satan hoards in his room.

“You can pet him if you like,” you offer, noticing the way Satan’s watching you and your pet like he’s not sure what to do next. He crouches beside you, and you both take turns running your fingers through the cat’s soft fur.

“He’s bigger than I thought he would be,” Satan says quietly. “Siamese?”

“Tonkinese,” you correct him. “He’s friendly and likes to talk, but I didn’t want him to bother anyone else. I’ve been trying to keep him in my room.” You’re surprised with how gentle Satan is being, petting him softly and keeping his voice low to avoid spooking him. You tell Satan your cat’s name, and he repeats it with a small smile.

The spell between you is broken when Satan stands up. You pick up your cat to keep him from darting back into Satan’s room, but he seems content to accept the small head scritches Satan offers before he backs away.

“I’ll text you later to see if I have anything in my library that might suit your reading preferences,” Satan says. He looks at you, then at your cat, and he looks away. “I don’t mind if you want to bring him again. It might be easier than trying to keep him locked up.”

You bid him goodnight and head back to your room, quietly scolding your cat who's certainly going to be on the hunt for more treats now that he’s had a taste of freedom. You don’t notice that Satan watches you until you turn the corner and disappear from view.

Over the next couple weeks, you and Satan fall into a sort of pattern. You visit him in his room - to borrow a book, or to read, or to enjoy his quiet company - with your cat in tow. He gives your cat treats and cuddles while you learn to navigate the tall stacks of books in his room, asking questions about the different Devildom authors he seems to like and offering human world recommendations of your own.

You find a part-time job near RAD to help cover the expenses of bringing your pet to the Devildom. Lucifer already provides you with a monthly stipend, but you want to make sure you can afford both your necessities on your own if necessary. You’re trying not to be a burden, and Lucifer has no issues with you choosing to work; he secretly admires your determination to be self-sufficient. He hopes your good behaviour makes an impression on his troublesome siblings.

You and Satan still find time to spend together despite your busy schedule. He offers to meet you when your shift is over so you don’t have to walk home alone. Sometimes he goes to your room and plays with your cat, sneaking him treats to tide him over until you can give him his dinner upon your return. Satan helps you make purchases using Levi’s Akuzon account which gives you a nice discount, and he helps carry any of the packages that arrive for you that are too bulky or heavy for you to carry on your own.

It surprises everyone else in the House of Lamentation that you and Satan are becoming fast friends. They assumed his unpredictable anger and no-nonsense attitude would scare you off. You’ve seen his temper flare since you arrived, but it’s normally directed towards one of his brothers which makes you feel a bit relieved. Even in his temperamental moods, he makes an effort not to shut you out or turn you away. It’s not a conscious realization, and he wouldn’t admit it to a soul if it were, but your presence relaxes him. Your quiet brand of kindness and consideration for his feelings is a rarity in the Devildom, and he seeks you out when he feels himself slipping back into bouts of fury and violence.

When you grow closer to his siblings, Satan watches from the sidelines like an outsider. His brothers are chaos and trouble, prone to dragging you into their messes. He tells himself that it makes sense you’re getting closer with them too, since you all live together - they should look out for your well-being as much as he does. That sort of connection is bound to lead to friendships, and while your pacts with Mammon and Levi are a surprise to him at first, he understands in theory why they’re beneficial to you.

If he seems a bit harsher with his older brothers after, it’s just a coincidence.

The obvious drawback to your growing collection of demon friends is that his brothers seek you out more often. They’ve forgotten their previous complaints about your cat as they coo over him when he follows you in the hallways. They’ve even said they don’t mind if you feed him in the dining room like he’s part of the family. Sometimes one of the brothers will show up at your door with a surprise for you: some new feather toy for the cat to play with, or a container of dried Devildom herbs that is similar to catnip you buy in the human world.

When you knock on Satan’s door in the evenings, he knows you’re avoiding your room for a reason. His brothers can be selfish at times, and it can be difficult to relax when they’re hovering in your room or the nearby kitchen, constantly seeking your attention and using your cat as an excuse to intrude on your privacy. Sometimes you grab a random book and plunk down in his armchair to read. Other times you join him on his bed, your cat laying across both your laps while you lean lightly against him. 

The pacts with you have changed his brothers. Sometimes he thinks about being in a pact with you too - but he dismisses the notion as nothing more than jealousy, something his brother Levi might sulk about. He is absolutely not sulking. He pretends this tug-of-war with his brothers for your friendship doesn’t bother him and for a time, he convinces himself that’s true.

Bottling up his emotions never worked well for Satan in the past, so it shouldn’t surprise him when the annoyance simmering within him boils to a rage.

While you’re at work after school one evening, he browses Akuzon for some new books and some imported human world movies to buy. Eventually he ends up browsing the pet section, because of course he does. He adds a bag of cat food to the cart and decides he’ll forget to ask you to repay him later.

He checks the new arrivals page and a cat tree catches his attention. Your cat’s on his way to being a senior, and Satan’s noticed the way he struggles with jumping on and off some of the furniture in the house. The cat tree has steps he can climb, and wide, tall perches so he can stretch out easily. Satan sees a pet ramp that he adds to the cart too - that might help your cat get on and off your bed more easily. He adds an extra ramp to the cart for his own room - just in case.

Satan approaches your door with his tablet in hand. He would’ve already purchased the cat tree for you (like he intends to), but he wants to make sure there’s enough space for it in your room. He knows you should be home by now; Lucifer was staying late at RAD and offered to walk you home tonight.

Satan pauses outside your room but the excitement drains from him when he hears familiar voices within. He knocks on the door before letting himself inside. You’re sitting at your desk with your homework spread out in front of you. Mammon is teasing your cat with a laser pointer while Asmo films on his DDD and giggles at the way your cat sprints around the room, pouncing on the red dot to no avail. 

For someone who complained so much about not wanting a cat before, Asmo doesn’t seem to care that his black leggings are covered in fur.

Mammon laughs and runs the laser across the floor and up Satan’s leg. Your cat pauses at his feet and when he recognizes who the leg belongs to, he chirps and rubs against his leg instead. 

The cat’s affection isn’t enough to soften the bitter anger swirling in the pit of his stomach. He spins on his heel and marches away, slamming your door behind him. He hears you call to him, but he keeps walking until he’s back in his room, surrounded by his favourite books and comfortable silence.

He doesn’t know why, but in that moment he despises all of it.

He throws his tablet aside, hearing it hit the wall before it drops to the floor. He slouches on the edge of his bed, grabbing his hair in fistfuls and trying to calm himself down before he destroys everything in arm’s reach.

He’s not sure how much time has passed, but eventually he hears your footsteps pause outside his door. You knock quietly and he hopes you’ll just go away. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He doesn’t want you to see him like this. But you persist, and then a soft mew trills outside the door too, and he realizes you’re not going to leave until he gives you what you want.

He opens the door and blinks at the steaming cup in your hands, your worried eyes gazing at him hopefully. Your cat is walking between both your legs, oblivious to the tension.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you say. You’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for, but something in his pained expression as he stormed from your room earlier has bothered you since.

Satan tells you he doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t even know what it is. All he knows is that he’s not prepared to try and untangle the complicated feelings that make him feel like he’s walking a very thin line over a dark chasm. The tiniest push could set him off, make him fall - and he’s scared about what that might mean for him. And for you.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I thought you might like something warm to help you feel better.” You hold the cup out for him to take, and he recognizes the familiar scent of coffee. He’s never seen you drink coffee in the Devildom, usually preferring tea that Barbatos or the angels offer you at RAD or Purgatory Hall.

He accepts the gesture for what it is - a peace offering, a temporary truce while he sorts out whatever’s going on in his head - and he takes a sip. Your pleased smile falls from your face when he chokes on the drink, and he coughs into the sleeve of his shirt.

Your eyes are panicked and you try to take the cup back from him. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. Is it too hot?”

He shakes his head, clearing his throat. “No, it’s fine. It’s just awfully –” he stops himself, his surprise turning into realization. “You used hell coffee beans to make this?”

You shrug, turning away. You still seem embarrassed by his reaction, assuming you made the drink wrong. “You like to drink it when we’re reading together,” you explain, biting your lip nervously. “If you don’t want it, I can take it back and get you something else.”

He gives you the most reassuring smile he can manage despite his turbulent mood. “No, you’re right. It is my favourite. And you made it well. Thank you.”

You take a few steps back. “Well, I should probably finish my homework. I kicked the others out of my room for the night. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You start to walk away, cat at your heel, but turn over your shoulder to look at him one more time. “I don’t have to work tomorrow night. We can hang out after dinner if you want?”

You beam at him happily when he nods, and Satan watches you walk away with a bit more bounce to your step. He shuts the door and chuckles quietly while he stares into the cup you gave him. He’s certain you’re not aware of hell coffee’s other properties, the reason why the cup you made specially for him is more bitter than anything he’s ever tasted.

He sits in his chair, sipping from his cup with a smile on his face, and lets the warmth of your brewed affection soothe him.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

[lilyinheaven]

om boys + minecraft

word count : 1.k

synopsis : and the universe said I love you…and the universe said you are not alone…and the universe said I love you because you are love

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[lilyinheaven]

hi! could you make some headcanons about the side dateables from obey with a motherly fem!mc who loves children and is soft towards them? thank u🤍✨

motherly.

includes : diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon.

synopsis : how they react to an mc who is motherly and loves children/has a soft side towards them.

warnings : 2nd person pov. fem! motherly! reader. platonic/familial! luke mentions.

DIAVOLO

finds this side of you incredibly charming! sometimes he wants to tease you about it, but he would also hate to ruin the moment, so he just watches you with a grin— perhaps one day that will be you with yours and his kid!

yeah, his heart is beating way too fast imagining that...

You and Diavolo were supposed to be going out to a very fancy restaurant right about now, but plans changed when he saw you waiting for him across the street with— is that a child? You gave him a sheepish, apologetic smile as he crossed his way towards you.

"She lost her parents. I thought we could help her out?" The young girl squeezed your hand, hiding behind you nervously, and Diavolo swore his heart nearly burst. This was just too cute!

"Of course, let's find her parents." He bent down to her height, greeting her. She quickly came out of her shell, although still a bit frighten without her parents. She seemed to grow close to you, as you took lead in finding them.

Holding her hand as you two crossed the street, stopping to tie her shoe so she didn't trip, reassuring and comforting her, even buying her her favorite snack! Diavolo watched it all, smiling softly. The daydreams began to fill his mind, although it was interrupted when the girl shrieked gleefully upon finally finding her parents.

Diavolo noticed the saddened features form on your face. You were happy you found the girls parents, but you also enjoyed playing mother for a little bit as well.

"I'll miss her chubby cheeks." You murmur, before your attention is stolen from Diavolo. Although he did have fun daydreaming about your future together, he was a little attention starved now.

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of chubby cheeks to pinch in the future." He promised, and it took you a minute to understand what he meant, as he dragged you off to the restaurant for some well-deserved dinner.

BARBATOS

barbatos would be lying if he said he didn't find it sweet, the way you often times take care of luke, or even the brothers. your motherly nature has wooed him.

he will make sure you're taken care of too— after all, you deserve the same love you give out!

"Luke," You tsk, "You've got flour all over your face. Hold still," You say as you take a clean rag and begin wiping the flour (amongst sugar, and other such ingredients) off of his face. Barbatos had paused his own movements in favor of watching you two. He held back a chuckle at Luke's whining.

Luke groaned, trying to push you away and finally succeeding after you finished wiping his face clean. "You're just like a mom," He mumbled, although there was no bite in his words. Luke didn't really mind all too much now when you babied him, even though he still put up an act that he didn't.

You can't deny his words. You do find yourself acting motherly towards him often. You just playfully bump into his shoulder, making him giggle as he starts mixing the bowl of ingredients together again.

Barbatos, having watched the wholesome scene go down, swiftly rolls up his sleeves and walks over to you, teasingly tsking your name in a similar manner you did to Luke's.

Barbatos guides your head to face him, and with his thumb, swipes away some flour you had on your own face. Face growing warm, you quickly thank Barbatos, Luke snickering at your flusteredness behind you.

And once again, Barbatos doesn't mind— because he enjoys taking care of you, the way you take care of others.

SIMEON

oh simeon adores how you treat luke as if he were a son, and he adores even more when someone makes a teasing comment about how you three look like a little family.

but do you know what simeon enjoys even more? when you mother the seven brothers— he finds it very amusing.

Is it ever not chaotic in the House of Lamentation? Simeon isn't sure, but he can definitely see you trying your best to keep everything running smoothly. "Mammon stole my limited edition figurine of Ruri-Chan!"

"Mammon, give it back." You scold, and Mammon whines, claiming that Levi just keeps it on display and thus it's just collecting dust when it could be collecting him a lot of money— but upon the stern look on your face, Mammon begrudgingly states he'll go get it.

"Ah, has anyone seen my briefcase? I seem to have-" You're already handing Lucifer his briefcase, which contains important paperwork. "Oh. Thank you," He takes it and moves on. You cross your arms over your chest when Belphie comes down the steps.

"Absolutely not. Go brush your hair— and change out of your pajamas!"

"But-"

"No buts, go." And surprisingly, Belphegor listens. After handing Beel a snack on his way to the kitchen, giving him a smile and wishing him luck at his practice today, you take notice of Simeon, relaxing at the sight of him.

"When did you get here?" You ask, and without thinking adjust his cape. Although he wishes to tease you, he doesn't.

"Just recently. Didn't want to interrupt." Simeon says, leaning into your touch. "Would you like to see some pictures I managed to take of Luke?" And that was truly an offer he knew you couldn't refuse!

SOLOMON

whilst he finds it amusing when you mother others, he'll get a little offended when you do it to him— do you know how long he's been alive?

and although he might not be the biggest fan of children himself, he does enjoy seeing you taking care of them and gushing about how cute they are.

"Solomon! You're going to be freezing!" You chide, taking off your scarf and placing it around his shoulders, and starting for your gloves when he takes hold of your wrists, stopping you.

He has a pout on his lips, looking at you as if you've offended him. "Huh? What's wrong?" He brings your one ungloved had to his lips, placing his warm lips against your knuckles. He lets out a breathy sigh that you can see in the cool winter air.

"Do you think of me as a child?" You blink at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Uh... no."

"Then stop treating me like one!" He says defiantly, placing your glove back on your hand. You stare at him for a moment, taken aback by his words, before you're sneering.

"Why you- Then dress like an adult, yeah? How can you wear just a turtleneck in the middle of winter?" You continue to nag him, as he whines about being able to take care of himself.

(Although don't be put off by his constant complaints, because he does like occasionally being babied by you).

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

[lilyinheaven]

hey listen to me, will ya!

includes  : diavolo, barbatos, and solomon.

summary  : trying to convince them to do something, but they won't listen, because they know they'll give in to you in a second!

warnings  : gn! reader. i couldn't think of anything for simeon, so no simeon sorry! not proofread.

DIAVOLO

To let you be big spoon.

"No." It was almost comical, the way the giant man that Diavolo was was acting in such a childish way, his hands over his ears and he repeated an off tune 'lalalala.' You sigh, arms crossed over your chest as you watch him, letting out an annoyed sigh every now and again.

After a good four minutes, you decide to put a stop (mostly for your poor ear drums sakes), and walk over to him, taking his arms and forcing them apart. He keeps them firmly planted over his ears, shaking his head. "Diavolo, this is ridiculous."

"Can't hear you~" You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to think of a way to at least get him to hear you. That was the problem though, he knew if he heard a single word from you on this topic, he'd fold immediately.

"Dia," You coo softly, and even though he claims he 'can't hear you' he sends you a glance because when you call his name that way it almost always certainly leads to a sweet kiss. You step closer to him, tilting your head in such an appetizing way.

"Mmm..." He doesn't like where this is going.

You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, one that has him melting. You gently guide his hands away from his ears, pulling away and giggling as he chases after your lips.

"Let me be big spoon, just one night." He pouts, his hands squeezing your sides.

"...Just one night?"

"Just one night." Diavolo sighs, looking off to the side. His pout was adorable, made you want to bite his cheek.

"Mmm... Alright. One night."

Per usual, you always got what you wanted from the Prince of the Devildom.

BARBATOS

To get a puppy.

Barbatos silence only served to make you more annoyed. "You could at least pretend to consider it, you know?" Barbatos continues to not say a word, continuing with folding the laundry. "Seriously?"

Barbatos, with his nose held high, folds on. 'I can't hear you' is so obviously written across his face you would punch it if you didn't love it so much. You huff, sitting on the bed.

"I can take care of a puppy. I'd be great at it." Barbatos clears his throat, turning around. "We could be it's parents. We'd be amazing puppy parents." You urge, pushing yourself off the bed and reaching for his waist, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Don't you want to be a parent with me?"

Barbatos internally groans, you never play fair, do you? He refuses to be swayed on his topic, however. He has a rowdy prince to look after, and you have seven even rowdier brothers to look after, a puppy wouldn't fit in either of your schedules, whether you decide to accept that or not.

"Barbbbb," You whine, and he keeps his head high. He won't ruin his perfectly good streak of not giving in to you by looking at your ridiculously perfect face.

"Fine." You huff, pulling away from him. "I'll just ask Diavolo for-" Barbatos finally reacts to your words, swiftly turning and grabbing your forearm. He gives you a stern look.

"Please... Don't..." He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, letting out a shaky exhale. If you ask Diavolo, it wouldn't be just one puppy, but fifty. "We can consider a puppy once everything settles down, alright?" You give him a pointed look.

"Really? Promise?"

Begrudgingly, Barbatos admits defeat. "Really, I promise. But not now, understood?"

"Understood!"

SOLOMON

To teach you a potion.

"Hm? Do you hear something?" Solomon calls to no one in particular, "I could've sworn I heard something, but must've been nothing."

"Wooow," You say in an exasperated tone. "Very mature, Solomon. For a guy who's been around for hundreds of years, you're just like a child, I swear." Solomon furrows his brows, looking around the room in an overly dramatic manner.

"There it is again! So strange!"

"I just asked you to teach me how to make that potion from earlier- the one that-" Solomon covers his ears and even closes his eyes. "Seriously?"

"If I can't hear or see you, then I won't be tempted." Solomon yells, causing you to take a few steps back. "You're very bewitching, you know, and I won't fall for your tricks."

"You-" You roll your eyes at him, "Ugh, I swear..." You watch as he takes peeks at you every now and again, and you groan as he continues on the act every time he confirms you're still there.

If he claims you're so bewitching, you might as well use it, you decide, running a finger just under his chin and tilting his head to look at you.

"Solomon." You call, "Teach me, won't you?"

He falters. Damn your good looks. Solomon relents, hanging his head in shame. He's failed himself.

"What potion is it?" He sighs, turning towards the open books.

"This one here~"

[lilyinheaven]

Solomon and his apprentice back in the present after living together for months while for others that never happened; certain habits remain.

Constantly craving Solomon's presence after coming back just as he constantly craves yours.

Absentmindedly fixing Solomon's hair while he's ranting off about his research and all the brothers watching confused as to when you two got so close.

Routinely cooking human world food for two and then remembering there's 8 here now.

Realising you miss the excitement from not having to check the kitchen every once in a while to make sure Solomon did not sneak in.

Missing the two of you talking about your day as you sat for dinner together everyday.

Looking towards Solomon for advice every time there's something troubling happening.

Getting startled by all the noise when you had just gotten used to the comfortable silence you shared at Cocytus hall.

Walking out with Solomon every time he leaves the House of Lamentation at the end of the day before realising you go your separate ways now.

It really is confusing to go from living like a married couple to friends who live across the city.

[lilyinheaven]

Reminder batfam canonical is pro LGBTQ+, Pro immigrant, and anti racism for those of you who forgot somehow.

[lilyinheaven]

Reminder batfam canonical is pro LGBTQ+, Pro immigrant, and anti racism for those of you who forgot somehow.

[lilyinheaven]

I already knew this bitch @luv-lock was weird when they hardcore gender bent all female characters with a fem reader (ooo im so soft and woke I'm so scared). You can always tell in someone's vibe when they're a right-wing ignorant asshole who finds even being LGBTQ "woke" because they were confused and curious when they were younger. Not even mentioning they sling the r-slur at people as an insult and spew misinformed lies about America's state right now....while not even being American.

Anyways, this isn't a trauma competition of "who has it worse", fuck ICE, fuck you trump and fuck all you right wing losers who are nothing but hateful and legit kill off LGBTQ, black people and people of color alike, and support the illegal detainment and deportation of immigrants- REGARDLESS of citizenship status (yes they're taking citizens and people in their court appointments too shocker). Same with you fucks who support ICE, police, and military harming peaceful protesters as well as the damn press.

People's human rights are being infringed on here and being taken into centers where no one knows what's fully happening to them and you bitches wanna sit up here talking outta your ass- you shitted more on democrats then half of America who voted that man in, the world is sick even in fanfics.

[lilyinheaven]

Checkmate

Jason Todd x Reader / mutual obsession, slow burn (kind of?)

The first time Jason saw her, he chalked it up to coincidence. A crowded rooftop bar in the middle of Gotham, bodies packed wall-to-wall, drinks flowing like water, and then—her. She stood with a glass of something amber in hand, face tilted just enough to catch the city lights. Like she was waiting for him.

She wasn’t.

She’d been planning it for weeks.

From the moment she learned who he was—truly was—not the headlines or rumors, but the real man beneath the leather and scars, she began setting the stage. Researching the places he frequented. Tracking his patterns, noting the way he moved through Gotham’s underworld with silent precision. Jason Todd was chaos with a pulse—but she saw the logic in it. The rhythm. She saw the man behind the myth, and decided she wanted him.

Not by chance. Not by luck. By design.

So when she laughed a little louder that night, shifted closer just as he glanced her way, she knew it wasn’t just a spark. It was ignition. Every movement was calculated, but effortless—an art form she’d perfected. The placement of her hand on the bar, the exact second she brushed against his arm, the flick of her eyes that lingered a fraction too long. A string of moves set off like dominoes.

And Jason?

He fell for it.

Hard.

But he wasn’t stupid. There was something in the way she smiled—like she already knew the outcome—that made him narrow his eyes even as he leaned closer.

“What’s your play?” he asked that night, voice rough with suspicion and want.

She just smiled. Sweet. Innocent. Deadly.

“I don’t play,” she said. “I win.”

Jason laughed, low and sharp. Because the truth was—he knew. Maybe not the whole plan. Maybe not how far back she’d started this game. But when she looked at him like he was already hers, he felt something in his chest crack open. It wasn’t fear. It was something worse.

Trust.

And maybe, just maybe, he was letting her win. Because it felt like she already had.

[lilyinheaven]

I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.

Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.

I’ve been verified by @gazavetters

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[lilyinheaven]

My name is Aisha, and I’m a mother of eight children living in Gaza.

Before the war, we lived a simple life. We had a small home full of love and a butcher shop selling fresh and frozen meat. It wasn’t much, but it helped us survive.

Then, everything changed.

An airstrike destroyed our home. Our shop was reduced to rubble. In one moment, we lost everything—our shelter, our source of income, and our sense of safety.

Now, we live with no home, no food, and no income. Each day is a painful struggle.

My daughter is a widow—her husband was killed by Israeli forces, leaving behind a little boy who never got to meet his father.

I also have a baby, just seven months old, who is suffering from a sebaceous cyst near his ear. Doctors say he needs urgent surgery, but I have no way to pay for it.

There are days when my children go to bed hungry. Today, I managed to buy a little flour to feed them, only thanks to the kindness of strangers.

But tomorrow? I don’t know what we’ll eat. I don’t know how to save my baby or care for my orphaned grandchild.

I’m writing this from a place of deep pain—not weakness, but desperation. I am a mother doing everything I can to protect her children.

Your donation can save lives.

You can help me buy food, medicine, and get my baby the surgery he needs.

You can help a family that has lost everything stand up again.

Please, from one human to another—help us survive.

May your kindness be returned to you a thousand times.

[lilyinheaven]

With deep sorrow, we mourn the passing of Pope Francis—a man of peace, compassion, and unwavering humanity. His voice stood boldly for justice, and his heart was open to the suffering of people around the world, especially in Gaza. He prayed for my child, Qais, after he was injured in the war. Today, I humbly ask our Christian brothers and sisters: in honor of Pope Francis, please Donate to help save Qais. Let your gift be a gesture of love and mercy in his memory.

Pope Francis was a true beacon of solidarity:

1. He repeatedly spoke out against the violence in Gaza, calling for an end to the bloodshed and suffering of innocent civilians.

2. He showed deep empathy for Palestinian women, acknowledging their strength and pain as they endured unbearable conditions.

3. He reminded the world that every child, including those in Gaza, deserves safety, dignity, and care, regardless of borders or politics.

As we say goodbye to a spiritual father who stood with the oppressed, let us carry forward his legacy. I am just a mother trying to save her son. Your donation for Qais is not just charity—it is a tribute to Pope Francis's love for peace and justice. Even a small gift can help Qais get the treatment he needs. May your kindness be a blessing for his soul and a lifeline for my child.

Donate Now Here

Please stop ✋🚨 Pope Francis died today—you're the only hope to save a child’s life 😔😭

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸

[lilyinheaven]

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

[lilyinheaven]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

Of course my friend! Please stay safe!!

[lilyinheaven]

Night Crafts

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary: A last minute date with the one and only.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

A/N: I am getting back into writing again! it’s also cause i might have withdrew from all my classes this semester cause i guess i was still struggling with grief and yeah… 🧍‍♂️ BUT im handling things slowly so it’s going to get better :D 💐 for now i wanted to release a small writing again 😌

Word Count: 1.2k

It was late.

Late enough that you were up to no good speed walking through aisles of fabric. Looking past variations of shiny, soft, and course materials.

Nothing was sticking out to you, but you continued your search. Aisle after aisle, trying to find that perfect choice.

How did your night end up at a closing crafts store?

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The night air had been chilling your face enough that as you balanced yourself on the sidewalk curb, the long breeze hit the back of your neck spreading a deep chill within you.

“Man, how is it still so cold at night? Summer is right around the corner.” You looked up, eyes settling on the colors blending and filtering the sky into a colorful arrangement of hues. The warmth of the sky above your head contrasted with the chill inching into your spine.

“It’ll hit us abruptly, then one day you won’t be able to wear my jackets out.” Jason spoke behind you, leaning his head low enough for his chin to hit the top of your scalp. His hands firmly in his pockets as he paralleled your eyes, watching the evening sky disappearing.

“I never finished any of my winter activities.” You sadly sighed from beneath the man leaning onto you.

The upcoming seasonal change would be the official end of your current winter hobbies.

“What haven’t you accomplished?” Jason thought back to your abundance of dates. Cooking winter treats, finding the most atrocious matching socks, hell he even took up a knitting class.

“Blankets.” You muttered without any further explanation.

“Blankets?” Jason repeated, lost in between the distance of your quiet thoughts and spoken words, but overall amused. “We bought one right before the new year—“

“A homemade one. Just for us.” You spun underneath him, releasing yourself from Jason’s head on yours.

You placed your hands on his waist, feeling the fabric of his warm shirt heated from his body heat, just below the layered leather jacket on top.

Another one of his warm jackets, taken and placed firmly on your shoulders, was nothing in comparison to the man himself.

Jason watched your hands between the warm spaces of his clothes, following up your covered arms to the face filled with glee looking back at him. A face he couldn’t resist.

“We have to make one tonight. As our final goodbye to winter.” You smiled brightly to Jason.

“Babe, the stores are about to close early tonight. We got maybe over half an hour—“

“That’s perfect. There’s a craft store in another two blocks, we can make it.” You let go of Jason’s shirt, grabbing his hands to pull him along with you.

It wasn’t long before the night sky began with the store bell chime while white fluorescent lights illuminated a variety of art supplies for the neighborly crafter.

Jason hadn’t step foot in a craft store in a long time, he didn’t label himself as a very artistic person. He had to get crafty for his gear, but anything further than that he had no idea what he was doing with a paintbrush.

He couldn’t find his own value in the arts, beside a good book, but you praised him constantly in his penmanship and attention to detail.

He honestly couldn’t figure you out some days that the two of you sat to a craft. One moment you were happily complimenting him before he blinked again and you were getting frustrated at how well he drew a circle.

So maybe he had a decent foundation for the arts, but nothing he wanted to practice. It was enough to join in your ideas and activities if it guaranteed the two of you to sit knee to knee together.

This time, the shenanigans were coming out in fast instructions.

“Okay, listen quickly. One explanation before we start.” You enthusiastically stood in the middle of fabric aisles. The colorful wrapped cloth was lining the walls, tilted and stored perfectly.

Jason nodded, entranced by the scenery warped around you and how well you fit in.

“We each split up, have a minute to pick a fabric, preferably one to cut and twist into a soft blanket, then we meet back here and it’s our own couple blanket halfway done!” You lifted your hands in a way of celebration, feeling antsy to get your project started. “We’re on a time limit, so we have to check out before the store lady over there probably curses our entire family lineage, but this can be our nightly project!”

“Got it. So a dinner and a movie?” Jason smiled, tilting his head slightly. It angled his jaw and smirk perfectly as he looked at you.

“Exactly! Ready, go!” You zoomed past the burly man, speed walking toward the direction to find the right material.

Jason continued to smirk over his shoulder, seeing you take off before he gazed at the racks of cloth. With full steps forward, he walked toward the opposite direction you ran. He didn’t have any issues poking his head over the low shelves to see above the different materials.

You were having a harder time. The fabric wasn’t right and the patterns weren’t what you had in mind.

Think. Think.

You peeked into another aisle at the one idea you had in mind, but worried the material wouldn’t be soft.

Until you spotted it. Like a golden light flashing you down, you walked toward it in a smiley trance before you were taking out the roll.

You walked back with it hidden behind you as well as you could manage as Jason was gracefully walking meeting you. You heart beat with an enthusiasm at watching the same man slowly get closer with each step you took.

The effect of your happiness was strong when Jason couldn’t help softening his expression. He picked up his pace, enough that it was noticeable, with the roll tucked underneath his arm.

You gaped at the color as you finally met in your original meeting spot. It was something you would have picked on your own in full honesty.

You looked back at the eyes of the man full on smiling with his teeth showing, clearly proud in his selection. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought he was searching with you in mind the entire time.

“No way.” You chuckled before pulling out the roll of fabric behind your back.

A wonder woman emblem print was handed to Jason as he full on laughed with you.

Neither of you chose something you wanted, but focused on what your other half would have liked.

As the colorful rolls were put side by side on the cutting counter, waiting for the employee to measure and cut the pieces you requested, they were atrocious. Mismatched in a way that had the employee raising a slight brow to them being next to each other.

But in a weird way, you loved how it represented you and Jason. Mashed opposite sides, but also perfectly yourself and harmonious in a chaotic way.

You kissed Jason once you walked outside the now closed store, pulling him down by his neck to the conclusion of your shopping spree.

The woman cutting the length of your fabrics wasn’t as happy to see the two of you so close to closing, but nothing was ruining your good mood tonight.

With bags in your hands full of soft fabric and a quick food stop, you were ready to go home and relax with your all-around perfect vigilante while cutting and twisting the edges together. After a quick wash and dry, it would be the safest and fullest sleep you would have together, underneath a patiently crafted memory of your own.

End A/N: This was a really old idea from before my tumblr account and i wanted to rewrite it (kinda coincidence that it happened when Joann’s was closing. RIP 🙏🏽 ty for ur service craft store)

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[lilyinheaven]

breaking up with mark doesn’t work. he gets so worried about you, he’s so off balance without your presence, he shows up late at night at your window looking like a kicked puppy left in the rain. :( you don’t really have a choice when it comes to him. even if he manages to “accept it,” he shows up months later at your door under the guise of a wellness check. . . the other variants aren’t so nice when it comes to you, though.