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Part 2?? 👀

My boring love³

Summary: (Y/N), a reserved shop worker, catches Hawks' attention as he seeks distraction from his hero duties.

Note: A lil update for this as well. It's a short chapter. But it's a chapter.

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The day had been long, and the earlier commotion outside the shop had thrown off her usual rhythm. By the time evening rolled around, (Y/N) decided to close up early. Foot traffic had slowed to a trickle, and she wasn’t in the mood to wait around for the occasional customer.

She flipped the sign to CLOSED, locked the door, and stepped out into the cool evening air. The streets were quieter now, the buzz of the day giving way to the softer hum of the approaching night. The sky glowed with the warm hues of sunset, streaks of orange and pink bleeding into deepening blue.

Her breath puffed in front of her as she started the walk home. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly—work, her perpetually foggy glasses, the lingering taste of stale chocolate—but they snapped into focus when a sharp hiss pierced the quiet.

Her steps faltered.

The sound came again, joined by an urgent, distressed meow.

(Y/N) stopped, glancing around. The noises were close—too close to ignore. She clenched her fists at her sides, willing herself to keep walking.

“It’s not my cat,” she muttered under her breath, the words sounding hollow even to her. “I don’t even like cats.”

She took a few more steps, but the sounds followed her, more insistent now.

Her shoulders sagged. She barely had enough money to keep herself afloat; she couldn’t take on the responsibility of an animal, let alone one that was likely a stray.

But despite all her reasoning, her feet turned toward the alley from where the sounds were coming. She couldn’t leave it.

The alley was narrow and dark, wedged between two tall buildings that loomed overhead. Trash bins lined the walls, and the faint smell of damp concrete lingered in the air. She squinted into the dimness, her pulse quickening.

“Hello?” she called softly, feeling foolish as soon as the word left her mouth.

A low hiss answered her, followed by more frantic meowing. She edged closer, her footsteps hesitant but steady.

At last, she saw it: the orange tabby from earlier. Its fur was puffed up, its back arched defensively as it faced off against a larger, mangy-looking gray cat. The gray cat hissed again, swiping a paw at the tabby, which darted back but didn’t retreat.

“Hey, knock it off!” (Y/N) said, her voice sharper than she expected.

Both cats froze, their heads snapping toward her. The gray cat growled low in its throat, but after a moment, it backed off, slinking into the shadows.

The orange tabby stayed where it was, its wide eyes fixed on her.

“There,” she said, taking a step closer. “You’re fine now. Go on, shoo.”

But the cat didn’t move.

She sighed, crouching down. “Seriously? You’re just going to sit there?”

The tabby blinked at her, its tail flicking once.

“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, reaching out hesitantly. The cat didn’t resist as she picked it up, though its body was tense in her arms.

It was lighter than she expected, its frame bony under its fur. Her heart twisted despite herself.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she told it firmly as she straightened up. “I’m just making sure you don’t get into more trouble.”

The tabby pressed its face into her coat, its purring a soft vibration against her chest.

She sighed again, already regretting her decision.

The alley felt darker as (Y/N) turned to leave, the orange tabby snug against her chest. Her steps were cautious, the dim light barely enough to guide her back toward the street.

Then she heard it.

At first, it was indistinct—just faint murmurs, carried by the wind. But something about it prickled at the back of her neck. Her instincts screamed at her to stop.

She froze, her grip tightening on the cat. Its warmth was a small comfort, but her heart thudded loudly in her chest. She pressed herself against the wall, straining to hear.

"...can't leave loose ends," a low voice said, smooth and cold.

Her stomach twisted.

Another voice answered, lighter, familiar—a voice that sent her pulse skittering. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. But you really think this is the best way to handle it?”

Her breath hitched. Hawks.

It was him, unmistakably. But the way he spoke was different—less breezy, more deliberate. Her fingers dug into the tabby’s fur as she listened, her blood running cold.

“We’ve already started down this road,” the first voice said, sharp with finality. “This kill will prove your loyalty. No room for doubts.”

Loyalty. Kill. The words swirled in her mind, incomprehensible. Hawks? Killing someone?

There was silence, then Hawks’s voice again, quieter but laced with something she couldn’t place. “I’m not doubting. Just saying we need to be smart about it.”

(Y/N)’s head spun. What was this? What was he doing here, talking about something so...terrifying?

The cat chose that moment to meow.

The sound was small, barely more than a squeak, but in the stillness of the alley, it might as well have been a gunshot.

(Y/N) flinched, her whole body tensing. The voices stopped abruptly.

She held her breath, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.

Nothing.

No voices. No footsteps.

The silence was suffocating.

And then—just for a split second—she felt it: the weight of someone’s gaze.

Panic surged through her. She bolted, clutching the cat tightly as she sprinted out of the alley. Her boots slapped against the pavement, the cold air stinging her lungs.

She didn’t stop until she reached her apartment.

Fumbling with her keys, she slammed the door shut behind her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The tabby wriggled free, leaping to the floor and watching her with wide, unblinking eyes.

Her thoughts were a chaotic mess: Hawks’s voice, the conversation, the terrifying realization that he had seen her.

Because she knew.

And worse, so did he.

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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

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"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

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I want to take my cat on a plane because he is SO chatty can you imagine settling down for a 6 hour flight and then immediately hear "meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow." and then it never stops.

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"Pretty Hawks"

This was a rather stressful drawing to complete. I needed to use the grid method to draw Hawks properly, and some of my markers ran out of ink while coloring Hawks. I had to wait for refills before I could finish coloring him :( Though, I think the gradient background came out all right. It's definitely my best gradient yet. Overall, I think this is one of the best drawings I've done in a while, so I'm glad it's all done!

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if someone says "sorry i'm about to nerd-out about this" by god and my sword you better fucking let them

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He’s so pretty

☀️☀️☀️

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hawks: stop being so jealous of other heroes.

dabi: you know other heroes?

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Levi: *crying and bawling hus eyes out*

Mc: *comforting him*

Lucifer: .... What happened? *raising an eyebrow at the two of you*

Mc: well... Levi-

Levi: HE FUCKING CHEATED ON MEEE *cries harder*

Lucifer: he? I didn't know you have a boyfrien-

Mc: it's not a boyfriend lucifer

Lucifer: then what is it?

Mc: he's Levi gaming buddy, apparently he found a new much more 'good' gaming buddy so he played with the new game buddy while still with Levi, and couple hours earlier Levi just got dumped by him.

Lucifer: ....... Where's mammon? *Levi cries and wails can be heard in the background*

Mc: well as soon as he found out what that demon did he immediately flies to go to they're place

Lucifer: for what?

Mc: .... To kill him

Lucifer: *dialed mammon immediately* mammon do not kill him

Lucifer: no, I said do not kill him, don't drop him yet, we need to torture him first

Lucifer: good, I'll tell Satan that he can have a stress relief toy, yes bring him here

Mc: ... This is why I love them (the brothers) *smiles*

Mc: Levi... Do you want to watch the whole tsl from season one to three?

Levi: *sniff* four?

Mc: ok *smiles* four season, let's go, help me get the popcorn

Levi: *sniff* okay... *little smile*

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Part 2???? Pleaseeeeee

(Lesson 10 spoilers) Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game

"You mean you lied to us?"

"You were one of them all this time?"

You stood in the coliseum, air cold against your skin as the blood pumped through your veins. Your gaze swept from brother to brother, and each of them shared expressions ranging from surprise and shock to sadness and flickering hope. Well, all of them except for Belphie.

"It's the humans' fault that Lilith died! They're the reason she was punished!" Belphie shouted, balling his fists as he took several steps towards you menacingly.

You tried to open your mouth to explain, but a strange panic had constricted your throat. Suddenly, images began flashing through your mind as you tried to look away, at anyone else but Belphie.

No…no, no, no.

It was like the attic all over again; the sound of manic laughter filled your ears, and a tail closed around your windpipe as claws stapled through your skin. The thick metallic scent of blood and the increasing pressure around your throat overwhelmed your senses...

You're so stupid that I can't help but laugh. Don't blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.

A horrified scream spilled out of your lips before you could register it, and you scrambled back away from him, tumbling onto the ground. Diavolo, Mammon and Levi all rushed forward to catch you, but it sent you into a further panic and you tried to hide your head in your arms. The concrete felt warm, just like the wooden floor of the attic had…

"MC!"

A sharp gasp escaped you as reality slammed back against your chest and forced you to focus on the snowy-haired figure now kneeling in front you. You weren't sure when Solomon had arrived, but you were glad he was in front of you, blocking Belphie from your sight. You clung to the sorcerer, hiding from the seething gaze of the Avatar of Sloth; although, the demon had forgotten his anger when you had fallen to the floor.

"Lilith, I c-can't do this," The sound of your labored breathing filled the Coliseum, and everyone fell silent. "I can't help them again, I'm going to die, he's going to k-kill me again and I'm never going to see them again, p-please…" You whimpered, shaking as Solomon held you close.

Belphie's eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, "L-Lilith…?"

Lucifer, on the other side, was just as shocked. Whatever interrogation he had been ready to throw at you died in his throat as he watched you, barely coherent in Solomon's grasp. Did you somehow know Lilith? But…that was impossible, there was no way, unless you…

Had Lilith retained her memories as a human and sent you down here to watch over them?

It would've made sense, if it weren't for the fact that you had been Solomon's apprentice for long enough for another explanation to be considered.

Diavolo took a few slow steps towards you, attempting to mediate the situation when your mind began to spiral again at the sight of his arms. Arms, strong enough to snap you in two…

"No…no, no, no, Solomon," you whispered. "It's happening again. I'm going to die. He's going to crush me. I can't b-breath-"

"Shhh MC, it's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you. We'll go somewhere they can't follow, alright? You're safe." Solomon rubbed circles into your back when he felt you start to shake again.

Mammon, Levi and Asmo stood, wide-eyed with anguish painted on their faces as they watched you trembling in the sorcerer's arms. They wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but stopped when Solomon glared at all of them, particularly Lucifer and Belphie.

Mammon wanted to scoop you up in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. He didn't care that you were human, and you must've had your reasons for keeping it a secret. He wanted to shout at Lucifer, about how you were a friend, not an enemy. However, his brother's now forlorn face told him he didn't need to say anything. He wasn't sure what your connection to Lilith was, but it was clear to him that you would never harm his brothers.

Asmo didn't know whether to comfort you or give you space. Every time Belphie got close to you, you sounded so scared, one would've thought the Avatar of Sloth had tried to murder you instead of just having an argument; yes, an argument, that's what it was. You were all just having a heated discussion and everything would resolve itself in a few moments if you just talked it out…

Levi watched you scramble backwards across the floor, as if you had been burned by Belphie's glare. He couldn't process how you were the headstrong, brave, levelheaded attendant, whilst at the same time, the frightened attendant on the floor, reduced to a trembling mess. He was angry at Lucifer for continuing to grill you while you were clearly distraught, but he decided to focus on the fact that you had addressed Lilith in your frenzy. Had their sister asked you to do something while she was still alive?

Beel froze for a few moments before pulling his twin back. The latter let himself be moved without protest or hesitation, but Belphie's gaze was still trained on you and Solomon. Beel felt nothing but shame. You had been so kind to them as their attendant, helping them feel at ease in the Devildom and soothing their fears and worries, and this was how they repaid you? All because you had kept the fact that you were a human a secret?

He understood Belphie's pain, but at the same time, like Mammon had said, it was nothing but a label. What had happened to Lilith hadn't been your fault. But…you knew Lilith. Somehow, that alone reassured him of your good intentions.

Barbatos had the horrible feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to know why you were reacting the way you did to the Avatar of Sloth. He couldn't place his thoughts on it, and he could estimate the tragic consequences he'd face if he tried to look into the timelines to find an answer. All he knew was that you were needed here, and that your presence would help the Young Lord in a way that nobody else would be able to accomplish.

Diavolo could feel the lump in his throat growing painful. This had been his fault, hadn't it? If only he had offered you immediate protection at the Castle when he'd found out you were human…he had sensed the sincerity in your voice when you said you wanted to help him, and he wanted to cry out. He could see the understanding in your eyes, as if you saw right through the composed prince's facade and talked to the troubled young boy that was struggling to fix the Devildom. You were…a friend.

Belphie stepped back; his emotions were all over the place, and he wouldn't be able to handle himself if anyone said another word. But one look at Beel's face had silenced whatever vile dialogue he had stewed in his mind for days. He knew that you had not been aware of the Celestial War, nor had you had any involvement with it. But why did you speak of Lilith? Had she been in touch with you? N-no, MC, he wasn't going to kill you! He was…Belphie shuddered at the realization that, if he hadn't been stopped, and if Solomon hadn't interfered, in his misplaced anger he might have actually…

He doesn't want to think about what he might've done.

You had shown him so much kindness, you'd been so understanding, helping him through his emotions; he was going to throw it all down the drain and all because of what? You were a human? He felt ashamed, and he felt a pang in his chest when Solomon disappeared with you. Would he get a chance to apologize to you?

Lucifer swallowed heavily, taking a slight step back from the group, but not once did his eyes leave your figure. And if your eyes had found Lucifer's in that moment, you would have seen the glimmer of sympathy and emotion that shone through layer upon layer of cold indifference buried deep within them.

The Avatar of Pride recalled his suspicions about you and your arrival in the Devildom. He used to think you were plotting something; that you would harm his brothers after getting close to them. But now, as he watched your trembling figure, he couldn't bring himself to even think that you'd do such a thing.

You were so weak and vulnerable right now, if anyone were to tell him you were a danger to his brothers— each powerful in their own right— he would laugh. However, he noted that despite your decreasing stability of mind and inherent fear of Belphie, you hadn't tried to attack any of them.

Somehow, he could hear Lilith's voice mocking him in his head, "Still think they're gonna hurt our brothers, Luci?"

There were so many questions he still needed to ask you.

"Wait, MC! Solomon!" Diavolo cried out before the two of you disappear in a flash of light.

And all Lucifer could do was watch.

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What were they arrested for?

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I still hate the fact when I shifted, he tried to fucking kill me. First time meeting too. He gave me a burn scar on my birthday last year.

Other than that, he deserves better.

LOOOOOOK AT HIIIIIIIIMMMMMM

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I refuse to spend more time on this, his jacket is so ugly

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So i have this brotherly obey me headcannon that i need everyone to hear

So we all know Levi has his gaming marathons and nobody dares disturb him

and we all know when Belphie sleeps he often gets disturbed

so when Levi is setting up for a marathon he’ll message Belphie and have him sleep in his room with him because he’s quiet and doesn’t bother Levi.

it’s like a mutual agreement to not tell anyone to.

i love the brothers relationships :,)

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what some people just can’t seem to wrap their heads around is that there is such a thing as a split attraction model?

and for those of you that don’t know (and/or are to ignorant to otherwise educate yourself), a split attraction model is when your sexual and romantic presences don’t match.

for example, somebody with a split attraction model could be very split, perhaps heterosexual and homoromantic, or homosexual and hereteroromantic,

or they could be homosexual and biromantic, pansexual and heteroromantic, omnisexual and homoromantic, or any possible combination of orientations.

if your sexual preferences don’t match your romantic ones, that’s fine. you’re valid, and anyone who tells you otherwise can kiss my ass. thank you!

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Next season I want Cal to be so hurt and betrayed that she overcompensates by being particularly ruthless towards vampires in general and Juliette in particular. But Juliette is so apologetic and still so clearly in love with Cal and she would literally just stand there and allow Cal to hurt her or even try to kill her. And I want Talia at some point to see this and to realise how much Juliette loves Cal and how much its hurting the both of them. I want Talia to be protective of Juliette, maybe even be the voice of reason for Cal, because she knows that no matter how angry Cal is, if she actually ends up killing Juliette, she wont be able to live with herself.