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Thrown into one world, taken from another

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Oh boy, where to even start.

The past few years have been crazy enough, being plucked out of the human world and thrown into the land of demons and witches. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, you got used to it after a while when you were no longer target number one. You even befriended the 7 lords of hell, even befriending the soon to be king of hell itself.

You had alot to show for it aswell, 7 gorgeous pact marks aligning your arms, each corresponding to the avatar of sin it belonged to. With afew years of devildom experience under your belt, your life was quite comfortable. But nothing ever lasts forever, it was getting to peaceful around here, well at least for devildom standards.

It was just supposed to be a quite trip to the human world, it wasn't an open invitation for you to be kidnapped to another world for a second time. Though this time it was alot more ominous compared to the time you literally got whisked away to hell, having to break out of a coffin just to be met with a screeching rat creature, wait, not a rat, a cat?

The new world had constant references to different Disney media but it has all been dating sim-ified, it was so exiting to go exploring around the world here, trying to spot out each different Disney reference. Though you couldn't help but miss your demons back home, the fact that everyone thought you were just some broke, magicless student did not help the feeling of home sickness.

Just like in Devildom, you had to restart your life all over again from the start, just starting out as someone everyone just overlooked. Ironic isn't it. The biggest shock out of the entire world had to be the overblots (and the fact Crowley is so god damn incompetent), the first time you saw one brought you back to the time the demon brothers tried to end you, it was scary. It had a sick an twisted sense of nostalgia intertwined into it. Having going through a seven of these events, you were quite frankly ready to go home now.

Even after all of the overblots happened, life still goes on and so did everything else, life doesn't stop for you even when you really need it to. But for the first time in what seemed like forever, it was actually peaceful in the Ramshakle dorm, everyone gathered together to study or to look into part time/ full jobs. It was strangely nice, each dorm head and their respective party just relaxing in their pajamas, mattresses and sleeping bags covering the creaky wooden planks of the Ramshackle main room. Books, papers, and different small plates of food scattered around their respective people, your friends interacting in a civil (or as civil as you can get) manner was such a refreshing change, no longer having to break up any fights.

You sat on the sofa with a warm drink in your hands, the first years surrounding you aswell as grim, scabbing any food he could find from you lot. You were brought out of your thoughts when you get a sharp pain shooting through one of your pact marks, you had almost forgotten about them, them always being hidden under the long sleeves you were. As you wince, a certain weasel seemed to notice.

"Oi, henchman, why does your face look like that." grim piped up as he climbed up onto the sofa, bringing the attention of the first years and a certain horned friend. "Thanks grim" You half joked as you held your warm drink, you hands slightly shaking due to another sharp shot of pain up your wrists, gaining a huff from the creature "Oh you know i didn't mean it like that" "yeah, what the weasel says, your not normally shaken' prefect" Ace gives you a raised eyebrow as he sees you starting to fidget alot, scratching at your arms from above your sleeves. You didn't respond, seeming out of it as it caught the attention of the first years.

The pains just got worse and worse, continuous sharp pains shooting up your arms and agitating all seven pact marks. It only brought on confusion as you rushed to the kitchen, pulling up your sleeves to try and easy the pain with some water under the cold tap. It was only then that you noticed the pact marks glowing, though they have glowed before, it never came with the unbearable pain. Being nonchalant wasn't a choice anymore, the kitchen was literally lighting up because of the 7 marks on your arms, bringing everyone's unwanted attention over to you, humiliating.

The pain was only getting worse, a sick mix of stabbing and burning pains shooting up your arms and shoulders as you managed to choke out a sob, the first years being over to your side faster the you could say 'ow'. Epel and deuce were trying to help you with the strange marks on your arms, jack being there to rub your back while sebek, grim and ace question you about your current state and the marks. Your little group may get on your nerves sometimes but when it comes to it, they are always there for eachother.

All of the commotion from the kitchen and the sounds of your sobs brought everyone in and around the kitchen, was it a spell gone wrong? Was it a curse? Was your drink spiked? However, their questions were left un-answered as the reflection from the fridge started to shift and morph into strange shapes, a strong force starting to pull the pacts to it. Confusion turned to pure panic as the magicless prefect started to get dragged into the reflection, each one of the first years holding onto your body as they try and save you from whatever force was trying to take you away. Malleus even stepped in, getting afew others to step in and try and help you but even that wasn't enough.

Even for the Fae prince, the force was far to powerful for him and it dragged you away from your friends, pulling you into the reflection of the fridge. The last thing you could hear were their voices screaming out your name.

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A bright light covered your vision entirely, the unbearable pain from your arms finally stopped. It was like being in limbo, you were conscious but you couldn't move, instead being embraced in a soft hug.

.... The hug felt tight though, it felt real. The peaceful atmosphere started to fall apart as voices rang through your ears, familiar, comforting voices. You finally snapped back into consciousness, hearing 7 muffled voices in your ears. With a groan and a head turn, you saw a sobbing Asmodeus clinging to your stomach as mammon and levi held onto your sides, a worried lucifer holding your face as if checking your actually conscious. You felt Beels strong arms around your waist as belphie had a hand on your knee, satan trying to remain calm as he stands close by you. Your boys, your family, your finally home. Normally the loud noises would have been overwhelming but right now, you just relaxed into their touch, reassuring them that you were alright and alive.

It took a while for them to start to calm down, still being in a large group hug as you all sat in silence. You didn't realize how much you missed them until you were with them again, it felt amazing.

"Hey, what are you doing with our prefect?" A familiar voice piped up from behind you all, your eyes practically bulging out of their sockets as you see your friends from twisted wonderland, all in RAD uniforms and groggy from the journey here, Ace standing up and pointing at the demons holding you.

Guess that peace wasn't going to last long. Taken from one world and thrown back into another, what a nightmare...

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Took an hour or two but WOO, ITS DONE. I havent proof read it yet but its almost midnight, i need sleep lol

Thank you guys so much for reading, what should I do next?

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Have I mentioned I’m into Black Clover now? (I’m also a sucker for scar worship)

It almost felt incomprehensible, the way your kisses were so feathery and light.

Warmth, that’s what they felt like for sure when he first opened his eyes to the devout rays of the sun awakening the sleeping world.

“Mmgh.” He groaned out, nuzzling into the pillow as he tried to capture a few more minutes of sleep. Asta always wants to improve — be better, but sometimes he just really wanted to rest above all else.

With you, alone.

Too him, nothing else was better.

Yet, it was otherwise that he felt a kiss on his forehead. Then another on the tip of his nose, now he really couldn’t stay asleep.

“Babe, what’re doin?” He mumbled, looking at your soft expression. You really enjoyed the way the sun gave a gentle glow to the skin of his face, and the heat his body gave off in contrast to your cold body.

“Kissin’ you.” You responded simply, a breathy laugh escaping your lips. Asta mustered the energy to smile in return, as if you had just charged the boy with it. “Can I not?”

“No—” he replied, a groan interrupted him as he shifted as his muscular arms tightened his hold on your waist.

“Don’t mind it at all.” He added finally, causing you to laugh again as your hand carded the soft locks of his hair.

A few minutes pass, silence comforting as bale hay as you had patted and ran your hands through his hair. Letting the ministrations do the talking in place, then an idea had struck you.

“Asta, baby, can you sit up a little bit?” He let out a hum of confusion, but obliged with your request—curious to know what you wanted to do. Your lips curled into a curious smile as he had sat up, the folds of the blanket falling off him just right.

Even for a magic-less boy; someone born without mana, he was certainly ethereal.

You certainly had almost felt your face go aflame just from looking at him, but you pushed through it. Letting your hand rest against his cheek, to which you could hear a quiet content sigh the moment you did.

Tentatively, your hand curled, light feathery goosebumps followed in your wake, making Asta shiver. He looked at you, wondering what you were doing, not that he was complaining though.

“I never realized you had so many scars.” You commented, tapping one scar that was in-laid on the stature of his collar-bone.

At your comment, his face burns, slight tinges of red decorated his cheeks. Asta tilts his head, “S’that bad?” He chuckles.

You shook your head, “No..” You murmured, your hand now trailing to the scars that made homes of permanence on his arms. His eyes followed your hand, feeling how hot his body was starting to feel beneath your touch.

As your finger laid gently against the scarred surface of one of his many scars along his scars. You leaned forward, pressing a ghostly kiss against the scarred skin.

A small jolting aftershock elicits a soft gasp from his lips, causing you to laugh. You leaned back, lightly tapping each one that trailed down his arm.

Then your eyes flitted over to his right arm, hand trialing down the impressive musculature that fills out his entire body. Asta almost squirms beneath your gaze, hot as you had pressed another kiss to a scar laid beneath just right atop his elbow. The boy was a little unsure, nervous most likely.

He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, feeling how flustered his face was becoming. Wondering what your intent was behind your loving, or there’s really all there is too it; that you love him.

A breathy whine of your name leaves Asta’s lips, but you just simply continued.

Not one scar you would find would go without a little loving, he deserved a lot, and this was as much as you could do in the privacy of his room.

Leaving his arm now unattended, you sat up on your knees, eyes flitting to his brilliant green ones. As if you were silently asking for permission to go a little further, and he had made no attempt or vocalization to say anything. Just slightly nodding, that it was okay.

Though, Asta didn’t expect you to be so… gentle in every sense of the word.

He knew you could be so sweet, but this was something different. You were so slow, gentle and kind. As if you had been pained that this all happened to him, which Asta didn’t mind—he wholeheartedly took it with pride. But when it came down to you, you had made him feel so differently.

One slow stride, your hand had finally found its way to the scar lining his abdomen.

“How’d you get this one?” You questioned, truthfully you’ve seen his scars before. But never knew of the stories behind most of them, more importantly the one right there.

The tissue was rubbish, mostly, but the scarring had given him a bit of charm.

“Oh that?” He grinned, “Got it from my fight with Mars.”

You lifted your head in surprise, “Ah, when you went to that dungeon right?” You let out a wince, “I was told you got stabbed with one of his crystals real bad.”

“Yeah, but it’s all good now!” He replied, and you only looked back down. With your hand there was a pat or two, lightly caressing the area. You swore you could almost sense him stilling at your action.

You let out a sigh, “Your quite the sweetheart, Asta.”

The boy didn’t know what to say when you had spoken those words, abdomen tightening as you pressed a gentle and feathered kiss against the scarred skin, a recoil upon instinct the moment he felt it.

“I love you, baby.” He managed to say, and you nodded, a minor smile making way into your features. You lifted your head, as you had now been half-way straddling his lap.

You wordlessly now pressed a kiss against his forehead, hands cradling each side of his face. Then you leaned back as you admired your work, “Your always a bold one, I love you too.”

“That’s good.” He said with a breathy chuckle, a shining aspect of him coming through. Asta leaned forward, forehead against forehead.

And the morning dragged on from there, which Asta was a little upset that your time together had now been cut shorter.

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🪩 ART COMMISSIONS OPEN 🪩

— currently accepting payment thru Zelle or Cashapp! maybe Paypal if people ask for it but i don’t have it set up rn

i would prefer to discuss on instagram (mo_bnha & mo_doodlez) as that is where my art is posted as of right now but within the confines of tumblr dot com is fine too

when discussing i will probably ask a bunch of questions as i draw it and may send progress pics!

on that note i will need at least one reference picture of who you want me to draw if it’s an oc!

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i LOVE diavolo n barbatos athe ends thats so funny to me for some reason lol

Devil-Mart: Shopping (Obey Me!)

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The brothers and you go grocery shopping. You can imagine what that's like.

»Characters: Demon Bros + very brief Dia and Barb

»Tags: Shitpost, Some Wholesomeness, Levi my boy, Dia is precious as usual, Bulleted Style

»Notes: Sorry I know I've mentioned this a few times but finally edited it to my liking. :'3 Alternatively I have another fic where they actually work at Devil-Mart if you haven't read that one lol.

Lucifer:

Grabs two carts, one being a race car type with two seats

"Levi! Belphie! Get in!"

OF COURSE HE STRAPS THEM IN

Puts a backpack leash on Asmo

"Beel, Mammon, get a cart each."

They're a big family so yeah they need a lot lol

"Satan, stay where I can see you!"

This man pulls out a CVS-receipt type of shopping list

You can practically hear western showdown music as he stares down another customer for the last bag of spicy newt chips

Hands Satan Asmo's leash

He wins the last bag of course

"SATAN! ASMO! Where did you go!?"

(Later)

"I have a coupon for this."

"Well the sale sign said-"

"Here's my rewards card."

"I have reusable bags, thank you."

Mammon:

Thinks grocery shopping is boring but only goes because of you

Is the reason the store started locking more stuff up behind glass cases

Has tried to bargain with workers and hopes it works one day

Confidently accepted Satan's bet (you tried to stop it)

He left his shopping cart with you

Next thing you know he gets on the intercom

"Lucifer! Daddy will find you! Don't cry! If anyone sees a black haired-"

Lucifer drop kicked him knocking him unconscious

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Levi:

Happily gets in Lucifer's cart and continues gaming on his console

Is use to Lucifer strapping him in

Finds it oddly comforting

"Lucifer can we get the Ruri chan limited edition cereal!?"

"It's on the list."

"Lucifer! Don't forget we need more Hell Sodas!"

"It's on the list."

"Oh and my special Ruri shamp-"

"Leviathan."

[A few minutes later]

"...Hey Lucifer!"

"LEVIATHAN."

Satan:

Didn't want to come but Lucifer makes grocery shopping a family outing

Walks around reading a book

Bet Mammon he wouldn't get on the intercom and embarrass Lucifer

He knew he'd do it

He happily threw the grimm on his unconscious body

He took out the last jar of inferno bee honey from a families cart when they weren't looking

Occasionally crosses off Lucifer's snacks so he forgets them

Decided to ''save'' Asmo when he got the chance

Asmo:

Not the first time he's been on a leash

Just typed away on his D.D.D

Keeps trying to flirt with any cutie he sees

Lucifer yanks him away every time

However Lucifer does use him for discounts at the meat deli

Asmo doesn't mind he always treats it like a game to see what he can get 😏

Employees have fought for the chance to help him if he requires assistance

Was thankful when Satan saved him from Lucifer's watch

They went shopping at the cafe book store next door

Beel:

Loves grocery shopping, loves it

Always has to eat a giant meal before shopping otherwise he can't go

Food and family outing only the best duo!!!

Always feels guilty knowing the list is long because of him but he does his best to help Lucifer shop for the items

Pushed one cart with food and pulled the other with an unconscious Mammon inside

Is the reason the store stopped doing free samples

Belphie:

Immediately started snoozing when Lucifer strapped him into the cart

Doesn't care much for grocery shopping but doesn't fight it

Grannies always coo over him while he sleeps

"Oh what a cutie! The other one is kind of odd though..."

Lucifer always carries a sleeping Belphie back to the van while Beel packs the back of the van with you

Sure Beel could carry him but Lucifer insists its Beel's duty to help with grocery shopping as much as he can

Lucifer won't admit he has a soft spot for the youngest

Belphie won't admit he pretends to sleep so he can be carried by Lucifer

As you guys leave, you see Barbatos walking in, pushing Diavolo in his own race car cart who is happily "steering".

"We're going to the chips, Barbatos!"

"No, we are here for dinner ingredients my Lord."

"But I'm turning left!"

->[Dia & Barb art]

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bruhhhh these fucking bot accounts keep following me im tired of blocking all of them man

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Sanji’s grocery bag and two little tanuki friends! For the @OPFlowersZine

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bungus

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Happy Saturday November 12th

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is that really even a question? mumbo for mayor

Is Mumbo the richest hermit and a god amongst men?

like if yes (approvingly)

hit reblog if YES (enthusiastically)

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CUTIES!! this animation is so beautiful n smooth i could never <33

青春！

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these r hilarious i love my dumbasses

And a crosstroupe selection <3 

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izumi is so pretty

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Think about it:

Levi doesn’t touch grass because as a water type pokemon, he is weak to it.

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DILIUC THIS LOOKS SO GOOD

my crazed babygirl who strikes fear in the hearts of the fatui

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cat memes r superior i understand you stan