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Obey Me Matchup

This is an Obey Me Matchup for @revenge-matchups​! 💕 Your match is Satan 💞 There’s a lot that would have drawn Satan to you from the start. You stand your ground regardless of who you’re speaking to, and how could he not fall for someone who stands up to either himself, or the dreadful Lucifer? Your witty back and forth attracts the both of you to each other. After all, you both love the feeling a good debates gives you. You could argue with each other for hours, and come out even more head over heels when it’s all said and done. Neither of you like to back down when you’re right, and the thrill of standing up to one another excites you both. Your penchant for pushing buttons, and screwing with people is definitely an appeal to the Icon of Wrath. Together, the pair of you could torment the other brothers, especially Lucifer, with ease, and intellect. You and Satan don’t flirt like the average couple. Rather than lavishing each other with compliments, you argue each other in circles, and tease each other relentlessly. Both of you are short of temper, and tend to be more blunt than the average person. While this might seem like you would butt heads a lot, it also means that you both can understand where the other is coming from more clearly. Satan and you will spend long days curled up inside, either reading books to each other, or reading separately in the same room. It’s more than likely that the pair of you will false asleep to Devildom’s Most Wanted; or any other true crime show, at some point. In fact, you two are likely to spend time together trying to solve cold cases. Ever thoughtful, you wouldn’t have to tell Satan anything twice. If you mentioned you wanted something off-hand, he would find a way to get in for you in the next couple of days. He would take you on walks around the House of Lamentation at night, or while holding a parasol over your head all the while so you wouldn’t have to deal with the sun. Together, you’d meet, and play with stray cats; bringing home the ones you fall in love with, and can’t bear to leave. Satan would more than likely help you organize your space, and when you feel as if you haven’t accomplished what you set out to do- he would be there to remind you that you did the best you could, and that if you need help next time, he will be there. Ultimately, Satan will give you space to open up at the pace you see fit.

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Obey Me: Choose Your Story

Send me an ask with an item listed below, and the character(s) of your choice for a story involving both! Feel free to include any other specifications. MC will be involved unless you request for no MC. 💧 | Mermaid Drop A candy from the Devildom that allows the person who ingests it to breathe underwater. Another form of the candy turns the user into a mermaid for a set period of time. It’s said the candy is formed when the tears of merfolk crystallize. 🧸 | Possessed Stuffed-Bear Occasionally, items in the Devildom wind up with lost souls stuck inside of them. It’s common practice to burn items you may have had a particularly strong emotional attachment to if you no longer wish to have them in your life. Otherwise, they might just end up hosting someone uninvited! 🕯️ | Deadman’s Candle This candle, when lit, produces a ghastly light, and illuminates any spirits in its general vicinity. The wick is formed from witch’s hair, while the body itself is made from scraping the bottom of a cauldron clean. 🫐 | Starbright Berries These little blooms, when ingested, allow the user to leave their physical body, and astral travel in an incorporeal form. Consider the stars at your door-stop! 🐻 | Druidic Ring Having once belonged to a druid who abandoned the confines of human society to live amongst the denizens on the forest, this ring allows the wearer to speak to animals.

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Helloo :) i was wondering if you could write an Asmo x reader piece <3 thank you!

It was a day like any other, spent within the confines of the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Mammon stood in front of your desk, leaning over to speak with you just before your fourth lesson of the day ended. "You should eat lunch with me, today." he remarked, a wide grin on his lips. You had just begun to snap your notebook shut, and lower it into your book-bag: "Alright, that sounds good to me." you replied, zipping your bag shut. "Really?" Mammon sounded almost surprised. "Well let's-" he began, but was promptly cut off by another voice. "Awful luck, Mammon." looking up, it was Asmodeus, slivers of his strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyelashes. "Lucifer was just looking for you." he explained, resting a hand on his elder brother's shoulder as he smiled. "For me?" the Icon of Greed's face seemed to grow pale, and he ran a hand nervously through the hair on the back of his head. "Damn." he muttered, under his breath, before turning back to you: "Tomorrow, then?" he asked, and you nodded. Without another word, Mammon hurried out of the classroom, along with the last few students who all trickled out the door. Sliding the strap of your book-bag onto your shoulder, and pushing out of your seat, you ask: "What does Lucifer want with Mammon?" and more importantly, what trouble had he gotten up to this time? Asmodeus laughed. "Nothing, I just needed an excuse to get you alone." he explained, and you sighed. "You really shouldn't lie like that, he's probably running scared." the devil of lust frowned, resting the tips of his fingers on the top of your desk. "Did you want to eat lunch with him that bad?" he asked, and you ran a hand through your hair: "I don't know." you answered. Lips still creased in a frown, Asmodeus turned to look out through the windows that lined the classroom before turning back, and taking a step towards you. "Be honest with me, do you..." his voice trailed off as he looked at you, studying your features. "like Mammon?" Asmodeus looked at you with a sort of seriousness that set the skin on the back of your neck on fire. "What kind of question is that?" you mumbled, looking down at your feet. Asmodeus' shoes came into view, his body suddenly much closer to yours, and you looked back up into his face. "Answer me." the Icon of Lust instructed, his eyes peering into yours as he wedged you between himself, and your desk. You took in a breath. "Even this close-" Asmodeus began, resting one hand on the desk as the other gripped the back of your chair. "I can't feel any desire from you." you could feel his breath on your cheek. Asmodeus' eyes trailed up the crook of your neck, to your lips, and then, your eyes: "So please, tell me how you feel." he looked at you with a desperateness that you wouldn't normally associate with the avatar of lust; wanted by many but owned by none. You parted your lips, skin flushed. "I don't like Mammon." you explained, and Asmodeus' shoulders seemed to soften. "Really?" he asked, and you nodded softly. Asmodeus let go of a breath. "I don't like the way it feels, when you look at other people." he brought a hand over his heart, clutching gently at the fabric. "It's painful." he admitted. You raised your hand to clasp it over his own, and slowly, dragged it between the both of you so you could lace your fingers through his own. "Do you think you could just look at me? Me, alone?" Asmodeus asked, squeezing your hand tightly in his grip. You swallowed, and raised your free hand to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes: "You could have asked me to be yours a long time ago." you muttered, a sunset-like blush creeping over your cheeks. Asmodeus' eyes seemed to widen at the edges, his hand slipping from yours. Your skin felt as if it was on fire, and it must have been the same for him, because when he wrapped his arms around your waist, he felt impossibly warm. Strands of his hair tickled the bridge of your nose, and his lips brushed up against the edge of your jaw: "I want you all to myself." his lips kissed your skin, trailing down the crook of your neck, and he

whispered: "I can bear to skip lunch." his hands tangled around the knot of your tie, tugging gently. - do you want nsfw cont.? ❤️

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Obey Me Brothers x Genshin Impact Headcanons

Belphegor ⟢ Spends most of his time decorating his teapot. ⟢ Mains Bennett because he doesn’t want Bennett to be alone, and his backstory makes him sad. ⟢ Is deeply invested in the story, and the most concerned about his lost sibling. Beelzebub ⟢ Paimon is his favorite character, and he laughs at all of her jokes. ⟢ Mains Xiangling. Likes hunting, fishing, and gathering so he can cook more dishes. Loves the farming elements in the game. ⟢ Tries to collect all of the recipes in the game. Leviathan ⟢ Chose Lumine because he is a fanboy. Has every five-star. ⟢ Waifu over meta, but still whips Ganyu out anytime one of the other brothers talks about how much damage they can do with their main. ⟢ Has been playing since closed beta, and has been waiting for Ayaka all that time. Mains Ayaka now. ⟢ Has built C6 Barbara as a DPS, and uses her to torment his brothers. Asmodeus ⟢ Chose Lumine because he thinks she’s prettier than Aether, and has better fashion sense. ⟢ Doesn’t really understand how to play the game. ⟢ Mains Yoimiya, and really wants Kokomi because he thinks they are the most beautiful, besides him, of course. Doesn’t care about their kits, or damage. Lucifer ⟢ Mains Zhongli because he is the oldest of the Archons, and therefore must be the strongest, and most powerful. ⟢ Is the second highest AR behind Leviathan, because his pride will not allow his brothers to be better at a video game than him. ⟢ Tells his characters they are doing a good job whenever they get through a difficult fight. Punishes them when they die by telling them he will replace those who don’t perform well. Satan ⟢ Mains Albedo, obviously, but keeps Diona on at all times as a support- only takes her out when he isn’t around his brothers. ⟢ Really wants Gorou, and thinks he deserves to be a five star. ⟢ He can’t put any furniture in his teapot because he’s reached the load limit from putting in too many cats. Mammon ⟢ Wanted Zhongli because of his relation to mora, but didn’t pull him because he never has enough primogems. Mains Kaeya. ⟢ Is annoyed he can’t make Traveler look like himself. ⟢ Never has the strength to save primogems, and just spends them as soon as he has enough for a wish.

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May I please request some Lucifer caring for his brothers now turned into toddlers/babies?

Mammon 5 years old

Leviathan 4 years old

Satan 3 1/2 years old

Asmo 2 years old

Beel and Belphie 8 months old

It had been three days since the curse in question had befell the House of Lamentation, and three days without a counter-curse. If it had been anything else, Lucifer could have just holed up in his room, but all the wailing had been impossible to ignore. One hand cradling Beelzebub on his hip, Lucifer looked down at the chaos unfolding in their living room. Asmodeus sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with a Seraphina figurine he had stolen from Leviathan. Thankfully, the Icon of Envy had yet to notice, as he, and Mammon were embroiled in a heated game of Devil Cart. "Take that, Rosalina!" the white-haired devil laughed, throwing a shell at the driver just behind him. Leviathan let out a slight squeak as he was hit by the oncoming shell, and then tightened his grip on the controller: "I'll get you!" he bit back, venom seeping out of his every pore. A bit of dribble dripped onto Lucifer's skin, and looking down, he found Beelzebub chewing on the point of his lapel, again. "Remind me to get you a chew-toy." he murmured, pushing Beelzebub's head back, and straightening out his lapel. "Kith." Asmodeus spoke in his soft voice, bringing Seraphina's painted mouth to Satan's cheek. The Icon of Wrath had been scribbling on the wallpaper in purple crayon, but stopped to swat the figurine out of Asmodeus' hands. "Go away." Satan scowled, the figurine hitting the floor with a soft thud. The devil of lust looked down at the figurine, for a moment, and then- big, fat tears began to tear at the edges of his eyes, and roll down his cheeks. Lucifer hiked Beelzebub higher up onto his hip, and then swept forward, gently grabbing Satan's wrist: "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, looking between Asmodeus, and the wall. Several doodles littered its face- but most noticeably, a big figure with devil horns, and a pointed tail. "What is this?" Lucifer asked, a knot forming at his temple as he raised a finger to the picture, right where it looked as if a spear had been pushed through the drawing's chest. Satan only struggled beneath his elder brother's grip, and kicked his foot into Lucifer's shin. "Let go." he hissed, his chubby cheeks flushed pink with effort. The Icon of Pride only sighed: "If you're going to vandalize the walls with my image, at least get it right." he remarked, letting go of Satan's wrist. With a wave of his fingers over the drawing, it disappeared, magic melting at his fingertips. Leaning down, he ruffled the top of Satan's head: "I don't have a tail." he murmured. "Now apologize to your brother before he drowns us all in a river of his tears." Lucifer jerked his chin towards Asmodeus, who sat crumbled by the figurine. Satan stared defiantly at Lucifer, but once his elder brother had begun to walk away, he turned resentfully towards Asmodeus: "Stop crying." he instructed, picking up the figurine, and putting it in his hands. "Where is Belphegor?" Lucifer asked Mammon as he passed by the couch, blocking his view of the screen. The second, and third eldest both tried to peer around Lucifer, unwilling to give up their respective places in the game. "I don't know." they responded in unison, and Lucifer sighed: "If you don't know..." he began, and the controllers in their grip began to rumble. A dark energy bloomed in their palms, and then, all at once, the controllers were ripped away from each of them. "then look." Lucifer finished, and it was evident from the expression on his face that there would be no arguing against his order. "Annoying." Mammon muttered under his breath, pushing off of the couch. Leviathan followed after him: "This means I won! I was ahead of you-" their voices trailed off as they went in search of their brother. Lucifer looked down at Beelzebub, whose big eyes were staring back up at him: "If only all of them were as quiet as you." he murmured. Thus began the search for Belphegor, which lasted for roughly over twenty minutes before Lucifer finally stumbled upon him. As the Icon of Pride was rummaging through the living room's every nook and cranny, he spotted something

wriggling inside of a dirty laundry basket. Crouching down, he peeled back a soft sweater to find a little blue-headed boy curled up amongst fields of fabric; his chest rising, and falling slowly as he dreamed of sweeter things.

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Grocery Shopping with the Brothers

Satan ⟢ Is constantly price-checking everything to ensure you get the best deal. Downgrades from name-brand to store-brand regardless of quality. ⟢ Disappears at one point. You find him crouched in the book isle, flipping through something that caught his eye. ⟢ Stops by the pet section because he buys toys, treats, and food for stray cats around the House of Lamentation. Is very particular about the quality. Beelzebub ⟢ Keeps putting extra food in your cart, and when you put what you don’t need back, he looks like a sad puppy. ⟢ Stops to taste-test any, and all samples in the store. Drags you along so that he can get twice as many. Stops to help people reach items on the higher shelves. ⟢ Asks if you can enjoy a “snack” together in the parking lot as a reward for getting through all the shopping. Belphegor ⟢ Rides in the cart because he doesn’t feel like walking. “Helps” you out by grabbing things you want from the shelves and putting them in the cart. ⟢ Buys a treat for Beelzubub that he knows he likes. ⟢ Gets distracted from grocery shopping by a collection of glow in the dark stars he can spot in the children’s section. Has you push him in the cart over there so he can get them; the smile on his face is worth it.   Lucifer ⟢ Has an organized shopping list, and crosses things out as he collects them. ⟢ A certified coupon king because he won’t have Beelzebub’s stomach bleeding his wallet dry. ⟢ Pushes the cart for you. Opens all the doors for you, and guides you around puddles in the parking lot with a hand on your waist.  Leviathan ⟢ Piles up limited edition playing cards, and figurines once you reach check-out. Insists you join him for the unboxing once you get back home. ⟢ Buys limited edition food items that have crossovers with pop-culture like Ruri-Chan macaroni and cheese. That being said, he won’t be eating them, and instead will display them on a shelf. ⟢ Sticks close to you, and tightens a hoodie around his face because he doesn’t like being around so many “normies” at once. Security inevitably ends up asking for his receipt because he looks so suspicious. Asmodeus ⟢ Records snippets of you two shopping, and has you take photos of each other in the parking lot so he can post them on Devilgram. ⟢ Insists you visit the makeup section, but is largely disappointed with the lack of options. To ease his disappointment, he buys colourful bath-bombs, and face-masks. ⟢ Pretends to see something you want in the clearance section. Leads you there only to retrieve a bundle of fake mistletoe from leftover Christmas decorations, hoping for a kiss. Mammon ⟢ Insists you deserve the best of everything, and picks out all the most expensive things. When you get to check out, his card declines. ⟢ When he sees you looking at something you can’t afford, or that you’ve grabbed something but have to put it back, he buys it for you instead- insists it’s “on Mammon.” His card still declines. ⟢ Wears his sunglasses indoors.

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How the brother’s react when MC is sick

Mammon ⟢ Gets over-the-top worried about the tiniest thing. Insists on knowing all of your symptoms so he can devilMD search himself to death with worry. ⟢ Spends a ridiculous amount of money on supposed cures, and health boosters that don’t actually work. Things like imp’s tail, which is said to cure diseases of the blood but actually just makes you feel warm, and powdered hellhound fangs. ⟢ If it’s anything contagious, he spends so much time with you, worrying over your condition, and insisting he won’t be infected only to get infected himself, and end up sicker than you ever were. Beelzebub ⟢ Insists that if you just eat enough, that you’ll start to feel better. Brings you all of his comfort foods, and feeds you by hand. Every other bite is for him. ⟢ Keeps remarking on how frail humans seem to be, and how he’s never been sick a day in his life. ⟢ Promises he’ll share his super-foods with you, and will help you work out once you’re well enough so that you’ll be strong enough to ‘fight off’ disease. Leviathan ⟢ Wears full on Devildom CDC gear whenever near you. Anything of his you touch he sanitizes the second it leaves your vicinity. The only exception is if you ask him for a kiss to make the pain go away. ⟢ Puts video games, anime, and idol videos on a projector- because you’re sick, he lets you pick. ⟢ Is the first to clean up any, and all messes you make- even the gross ones, because he can’t stand for you to rest while your environment is filthy. That being said, he has a weak stomach for gross things. Belphegor ⟢ Spends all his time with you, and sleeps at the edge of your bed. He knows what it’s like when you’re isolated, and no one comes to visit you, so he keeps you company until you get better. ⟢ Sneaks you out to the observatory so you can see the night sky, and you’re not cooped up for too long. Tells you stories about the myths surrounding the constellations. ⟢ Continues kissing, and being close to you because he doesn’t care if he gets sick as well- saying it’ll just give you two more alone time. Lucifer ⟢ Tells you that you can only have a kiss, or any other romantic/sexual intimacy if you get better, but teases you on purpose. ⟢ Keeps the other brothers from disturbing you so that you can rest, and recover uninterrupted. ⟢ Takes physical time off from work, and school- doing his work in the same room as you so he can keep an eye on your condition. Satan ⟢ Reads you as many stories as you want, and doesn’t stop until he is positive you are asleep. He even does all the voices. ⟢ Takes notes for your classes, and walks you through them so you don’t miss anything while you’re out sick. ⟢ Has timers set for all your medication, temperature checks, etc. and records them in a notebook; documenting your health journey. Asmodeus ⟢ If you’re in the hospital, he decorates every inch of it so that you feel more comfortable, and at home. Fresh flowers every other day. Spritzes of calming fragrances. After all, you can’t feel good if your environment is hideous. ⟢ Lends you his fluffiest bath-robe, but makes you promise you won’t throw up on it. ⟢ Watches marathons of Devildom’s Next Top Model with you while he gives the both of you spa treatments. He cuts the cucumbers he puts over your eyes into little hearts.

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can you do asmodeus doing readers makeup?

Candles flickered from within purple-petaled blooms, their flames flickering back and forth- casting all sorts of shadows against the pale walls as Asmodeus moved about the room. The Icon of Lust was humming to himself, rummaging through his vanity while you sat cross-legged on carpet on the floor. While you waited, you traced the flowing, floral designs which had been embedded in the fabric. The room smelled of lavender, and a hint of vanilla. Asmodeus had said something the other day about how the two scents helped lull him to sleep, and now, with your eyelids falling heavily over your eyes, you could see why. Thankfully, the devil returned to sit across from you atop the floor a few moments later, placing an ornate, rose-gold makeup box beside himself. "I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you." he began, his grin reaching from ear to ear. "That's not to say that you aren't beautiful without makeup-" he began, retrieving a small bottle of primer. "after all, you're almost as radiant as I am." he looked at you through the thick of his lashes, squeezing a small amount of primer onto a silicon sponge before tapping it gently over your cheeks. It felt cold against your skin, but his touch wasn't unpleasant. Asmodeus then began to apply a powder foundation: "I never cared much for heavier coverage. I always felt the natural texture of skin was beautiful." he spoke softly. "Aren't you always worried about breaking out?" you asked while the devil was dotting concealer on select spots on your face. Asmodeus' lips turned into a small pout: "Well, that's different." You touched your chin, feeling where a slight, raised bump laid atop your skin. With a gentle touch, Asmodeus led your hand away. "I'm concerned about the health of my skin, not about the appearance of breakouts." he explained. "After all, do you think such a small thing could deter from my beauty?" the devil gave you a lilting smile, wielding a fluffy brush in one hand. "You don't usually contour, do you?" Asmodeus asked, dipping the brush into a subtle bronzer. You shook your head: "Only occasionally." you explained. "I'm just going to bring out your natural features." the soft touch of the brush was quick against your skin, but it raised goosebumps on the back of your neck. The devil used a couple different brushes as he applied your blush, and then, highlight- which he claimed were the sculpting sisters. "I want to do something soft on your eyes." Asmodeus explained, cracking open a palette. "Try not to move too much." he instructed, and you let your eyes flutter closed. The devil leaned forward, your knees brushing up against one another. In the anticipation of his brush upon your skin, you unknowingly held your breath. The second you felt it, you let it go. "It's okay." you felt his breath on your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you." you softened under his words, and he continued to move the brush against your eyelids. It felt like a butterfly's wings were beating softly against you, just the slightest of touches. All too soon, however, Asmodeus was finished with the shadow. "We've already done your brows-" he began, tracing the arch with his thumb. "I'll just do your lashes, and then your lips." once again, you closed your eyes, and Asmodeus wiggled a brush against your eyelashes. You listened intently as the devil then pulled back, and returned once again. "Stay still." he instructed, again, and you did. This time, you felt something soft against your lips. It was almost sweet, and impossibly warm. "Asmo?" you murmured, into his mouth, and he dragged a hand to the back of your head, lacing it through your hair. You leaned into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his breath on your skin as your lips melted together. As you moved against one another, you felt the flutter of his eyelashes against your cheek, just before he pulled away. Instinctively, your eyelids fluttered open. A smear of plum lipstick rested upon Asmodeus' lips, and he wiped at it with the corner of his thumb; a devilish expression on his face as he looked back

at you. "I needed to make sure it was evenly spread." he explained, and you felt your face redden. "Do you want to see?" he asked, pushing himself off the ground as he went back to his vanity, and retrieved a gilded hand-mirror. You nodded, and the devil moved behind you, pulling your hair back, and over one shoulder as he held the mirror out in front of you. "You look beautiful." he remarked, and in the mirror you could see him leaning down to kiss the crook of your neck; his lips melting against you over, and over. It was true, you were beautiful. You both were.

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Can i request Hermione comforting a yonger gryffindor reader who is being bullied for being a half-blood.

"Mudblood." a Ravenclaw in your year spat at you, thrusting his leg out to catch your foot as you were trying to leave Potions. The air seemed to get sucked out of your lungs, the hallway warbling all around you as you plummeted to the ground with a resounding smack. Notebooks scattered across the floor, and as you shifted, trying to push yourself up, you winced. Pain shot through your wrist. The trio of purebloods who had taken to tormenting you all throughout the first few weeks of the term stood above, laughing to themselves as they watched you try to pick yourself back up. "Why don't you clean the floor while you're down there?" they snickered. "Make sure it's spotless." the shortest called. You clutched all of your books to your chest, keeping your gaze cast down low. "Why don't you wipe the snot from your nose?" a new voice interrupted the cacophony of laughter. Lifting your head, you laid your eyes upon a girl with a mess of waves atop her head; Hermione Granger, one of the many prefects in your house. When the boys saw the pretty little badge resting on her chest, all glitter and gold, they seemed to stiffen. The boy who had tripped you wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his robe, and the prefect shook her head: "Make sure you tell your upperclassmen how you lost ten points for Ravenclaw, I'm sure they'll find it absolutely hilarious." the faces of your tormentors seemed to pale beneath the weight of her words. The shortest had his fist clutched around his wand, as if ready to loose a spell, but one of the others pushed him forward: "Let's get out of here." he muttered, just as Hermione reached down to give you a hand. Threading your hand through hers, one hand clutching your books, you felt the callouses which riddled her skin; wand-handling, and endless writing taking their toll on her palm. As you were pulled to your feet, you heard a trickle of a murmur: "Filth sticks together." one boy said to another, malice seeping from his lips. Your eyes flickered backward, for a moment, watching their figures sway slightly as they turned around a corner. "They're not worth worrying about." Hermione said, aloud. You found it almost difficult to look her right in the eye as you turned back, and instead, stared at the tie which fit snug around her neck. "Thank you." you murmured, the corners of your eyes stinging with embarrassment. "No need to thank me." you could see the edges of her lips turn upward into a smile. "Putting bigoted people in their place is my pleasure." you might have smiled back if your heart didn't weigh so heavily in your chest. A moment passed, and then the prefect spoke again: "Are you alright?" it was that question, in her soft voice, which broke the floodgates. Tears began to well up along the red rims of your eyes, pooling at the corners as they slipped downward, and cascaded down your cheeks. "I-" you began, feeling your throat tighten around itself. You hugged your books closer to your chest, trying again to speak: "I'm-" it was no use. The words got all tangled in your chest; stuck in your throat. "Tell you what, do you have another class right now?" Hermione stepped forward, lifting her eyebrows as she spoke. You shook your head to the side, wiping at a tear with the edge of your sleeve. "Why don't we go back to the dorms, together?" the prefect asked, peering down at you through the thick of her lashes. "Okay." you managed, weakly. The walk up to Gryffindor tower was rather quiet, save for the chatter of other passing students. When you finally passed through the Fat Lady, Hermione plopped down onto one of the many couches, and patted the cushion beside her. "The fire's warm." she offered. You stepped forward, carefully arranging yourself atop the couch as the embers flickered in the hearth. Sliding your books down onto your lap, you pushed them off to the side, thankful to have the weight off of your wrist, which you massaged with your free hand. The prefect lifted an eyebrow: "Does it hurt?" tear stains drying on your skin, you parted your lips: "Only a bit." upon hearing

your words, Hermione fished out her wand, and then extended a hand: "Can I see?" she asked, a smile on her lips. It seemed impossible to refuse her, and so, you gently placed your wrist in her open palm. A small light bloomed at the tip of her wand: "Episkey." she whispered the spell, and a white light swirled around your wrist- pain seeping away as another feeling overcame it. Hermione studied your wrist, for a moment, and then let go. "Does that feel better?" she asked, and you nodded. For a moment, there was silence, but then, something flickered against your ankle. Looking down, you met eyes with a peculiar creature. Following your gaze, Hermione exclaimed: "Crookshanks!" she swept the feline up into her arms, and then deposited him onto the couch. "Don't worry about him, he won't scratch." she explained, scratching the curve of his spine as he sniffed at your thigh. You reached a careful hand forward, and Hermione gave a nod of permission as Crookshanks pushed himself against your palm, and strode onto your lap. His fur was impossibly soft, and beneath the light of the flames, it appeared as if it were the brightest of oranges. Instinctively, you began to run your hand against his back, over and over. "That wasn't the first time those boys did something like that, was it?" the prefect spoke suddenly, and you buried your gaze in Crookshank's mass of fur. "No." you answered. Hermione sighed, sinking back into the couch cushions. "You aren't alone, you know?" she began, her brown eyes melting like honey in the low light. "The both of us have been called the same slurs, heard the same taunts." the fire crackled. "Once, I had to cut a chunk of used gum out of my hair." she explained. "For me, I thought, if I could just prove that I was better than they were; that I was smarter, more capable, that that would be enough." your hands tangled in Crookshank's fur. "I'll let you in on a secret-" she leaned forward: "it's never enough, and that's because it doesn't have anything to do with you." shadows danced on the walls. "Until those boy realize the error in their thinking, in how their close-mindedness is directly linked to insecurity, they will continue their iodicy." her voice was steady, and you stayed quiet as you listened. "Until then, however, it pays to have people around you that you can depend on." Crookshanks dipped into a low, sweeping stretch. "I know what it's like, so, if you want, you can lean on me when you need to." she smile, the edges of her lips turning upward with a softness. Feeling warmth bloom both on the edges of your skin, and within your chest, you lifted your gaze: "Okay."

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Can you do a scenario where satan and mc get sucked into a book together? pls and thank u

You had been several chapters into your reading of the Princess Bride when Satan flicked that fate-stained page, and let something wicked loose. The air had left your lungs as the room crumbled all around you. A vortex of wind, and sea-salt swept breezes poured outward from the ink which marred the page, and it took hold of you both, and dragged you within. The first thing you hear is laughter. Your eyelids give way to a vast darkness; stars flickering far more brightly in the sky than they ever had before. They were uncountable, only a milky whorl of light. Crinkling your nose, the scent of burning wood, and embers flood your senses. Twisting where you lay, you can make out three figures. One, which was the source of the hearty laughter was far larger than the other two. Another held curls which waterfalled down their back, and the last was impossibly small. As you try to push yourself onto your feet, you discover that your hands have been bound behind your back. Though you struggle against the bonds, they do not give. "What is this?" you shout, voice raising over the embers. The three figures turn towards you, and the smallest speaks: "Now, now, save your energy, sweetheart." he sneered. Squinting, you can just barely make out their faces for the first time. The largest seems almost hauntingly familiar to you, and without thinking, you ask: "Fezzik?" the enormous man tilts his head to one side, but it is the smallest which speaks again: "That oaf isn't going to help you." he remarked, with a laugh. If that was Fezzik, then... All of a sudden, a voice calls out through the darkness: "Avast ye' fiends!" through the film of embers, and smoke, you can make out a figure dressed in all black, with a mask obscuring his features. “What is all this now?” the man with the waterfall hair, Inigo, asked- his hand moving to the handle of his blade. From where he was standing atop a rock, the man in black announced: “I believe you foul men have something that doesn’t belong to you.” the edges of his lips turned up into a smile. “And I- the Dread Pirate Roberts have come to reclaim it!” his smile grew ever wider, and under his breath he muttered: “I’ve always wanted to do that.” the small man, Vizzini, shook his head, and then barked an order: “Deal with him.” to which Inigo rose from his place atop a log, unsheathing his weapon as he approached the man in black. As the pair shared words, and their blades began to sing against one another, you struggled against your binds- shifting over the sand until Fezzik thundered over, and lifted you up into his big, calloused hands. “Up we go.” he murmured, carrying you as one would carry a princess. Struggling within his grip, you raised yourself up over one shoulder, and looked back on the ongoing fight. From between crossed blades, the man in black met yours eyes with his own, which were a startling green: “Don’t worry.” he called, lips turned up one side of his face in a half-smile: “I’ll come for you!” it was as you looked into his eyes that your own widened. “Satan?” you screamed, digging your nails into the giant’s back as you tried to wrangle yourself free from his grasp.  Only, it was all in vain, and the clashing swordsmen slowly faded out of sight. The night was drawing long, now, and you could see the sun cresting just over the horizon- gentle rays clearing what appeared to be the top of a mountainside. It was nearly an hour later before you saw a shadowy figure trailing just paces behind you. You parted your lips to speak when Satan beat you to it: “You haven’t gotten rid of me yet!” a hand on one hip, he beamed from ear to ear. The giant, Fezzik, slowly turned to face the man in black: “You haven’t given up yet.” he remarked, and Satan shook his head: “How could I give up when you have the most irreplaceable person in all the realms?” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Something seemed to shift in Fezzik’s demeanor as he regarded the man in black, and slowly, he placed you down onto the ground. You had begun to hurry towards Satan when small hand made its way around your waist: “Now, now, you aren’t going anywhere.” Vizzini smile, leading you away from the pair. As you looked backward, you caught sight of Fezzik slamming his meaty fist down onto Satan’s shoulder, and a horrendous crack sounded throughout the mountaintop. Instinctively, you gasped, but as Satan rolled to one side, clutching his arm, you heard him say: “You should really know better than to cross a pirate.” You didn’t have the chance to see what happened next because Vizzini had begun to pull you down the slope of a hill where it bottomed out into a valley. Wildflowers sprouted up from deep within the dirt, and with one, solid push, Vizzini threw you to the ground. You coughed as a rock hit the center of your chest, dust rising on the air in front of you as the small man began to tighten your bindings. With another motion, he laced a swath of fabric over your mouth, preventing you from opening it. The sun had risen higher, now. Nearby, you could see Vizzini rummaging within a bag. A moment later, before you could even grasp a hold of your surroundings, Satan began to barrel down the slope. “It’s time to give it up.” he called, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath- sword in the devil’s grip as he approached. Vizzini paused his rummaging to raise both of his hands: “I am no threat to you, that much is obvious.” he began, and Satan raised an eyebrow. “Still, I can’t just let you take them.” the little man continued, gesturing with one raised hand towards where you lay. “So what do you intend to do?” the man in black asked, holding the blade towards Vizzini. This is when the small man lowered his hands, slowly, and pulled a pair of goblets out of his bag. Placing them down upon a flattened stone, he then retrieved a cask of wine. “I propose a game.” he began, pouring a bit of wine into each goblet. Slowly, Satan lowered his sword, and slid it into its sheath. “Within this locket is a sachet of iocane powder, one of the most deadly poisons known to man.” Vizzini tugged at a locket around his neck, and threw it towards the man in black. “You may poison the goblet of your choosing, and then present each to yourself, and I. I will have my choice of one, and you will drink the other. Whoever drinks the poisoned wine loses. Simple enough for you?” the little man raised an eyebrow, a smug smile upon his lips. Protest died on your lips as you squirmed beneath your bindings, and briefly, Satan flicked his gaze to you. Even through that slash of black fabric, you could make out his striking emerald eyes. After a moment of contemplation, Satan returned his gaze to Vizzini: “Very well.” the smile on the short man’s lips grew wider. Taking both goblets in hand, the Devil took them around to his back, certain Vizzini could not see them there, and then deposited the poison. You only wish you could have seen which goblet he had dropped it into. The goblets returned to their places, Vizzini placed both hands on his knees, and regarded Satan’s shrouded face. A moment passed, and then the little man began to speak: “All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemy’s? Now-” the words died before they left his lips. Blood bubbled up from the pit of Vizzini’s stomach, the length of a thin blade disappearing into fabric, and flesh as Satan twisted it in his gut. The little man’s eyes widened, for a moment, and his hands desperately clutched at the wound, but it was already too late. “You see, much as I find the prospect of this little game charming, I can’t overlook what you’ve done to my precious cargo.” Satan reached for a goblet, bringing the edge to his lips as he let the tart swill drift down his throat. As he swallowed, he continued: “In fact, it’s made me quite angry.” the words dripped from his lips with a venom that set your skin afire. The devil rose to his feet, dropping the locket and the empty sachet of iocane powder down onto the stone slab. Resting a foot atop Vizzini’s hip, Satan looked down at him with unfeeling eyes, tilting his head to one side. “But don’t think that you would have won with wit, either.” he breathed, wrapping his hand around the handle of his sword. Satan leaned downward, a smile creeping up his lips: “I poisoned both goblets.” he murmured, just before wrenching the sword out of its resting place in Vizzini’s gut. With one, smooth motion, he slid the sword back into its sheath, and for the first time since before the game began, turned his gaze onto you. The corners of Satan’s eyes widened, for a moment, before softening. “A built up immunity to iocane powder does wonders for a man, don’t you think?” he murmured, helping you to your feet before unwinding the knot of the gag at the back of your head. The second you could breathe freely again, you asked: “Did you really have to let it go on for so long?” and Satan only half-laughed, a hand on your cheek as he peered down at you through his mask. “Careful, now, I have half the mind to leave you in your shackles.” he remarked, tugging gently on the rope which bound your hands together. You looked up at the devil with defiant eyes, stumbling a bit forward as he tugged. “I’m only joking.” Satan insisted, working at the knotted mess with careful fingers. In a moment, it gave way, and your wrists were once again free. Only, the second you taste freedom, the sounds of trumpets going off in the distance becomes audible. “What is that?” you ask Satan, jerking your gaze towards a small company of horsemen, galloping down the hill. Following your gaze, Satan sighs: “That’s Prince Humperdink, your would-be husband.” he offered, grabbing a hold of your wrist. “You’re joking.” you reply with an incredulous expression, but the rush with which he hurries you forward, towards the wood, affirms his seriousness. “Where are we going?” you ask, casting a glance backward as the group grows closer. “The Fire Swamps.” Satan replied, leading the way through shrubbery, and foliage. Thorns dug their way into the fabric of your clothes, tearing at your cheek, though the devil took the brunt of it all- his arm out in front of him to deflect the branches. Only, as you neared what you thought was a clearing, Satan came to an abrupt stop. Catching yourself on his arm, you peer down to find that the forest floor breaks off into a deep ravine. “What are we-” you began, but Satan broke your chain of words: “You need to push me.” he explained. “Push you? What are you--” the sounds of footsteps in the distance grow louder, but it is the abruptness of Satan’s lips upon yours that silences your voice. Your eyes grow wide at the edges, and his gentle hand lifts your chin. The feeling of his lips against yours is faint, and feverish; flush with the breathy heat of the chase as they melt against you. Instinctively, you move to push him off of you- your hands colliding with his chest as his feet push off of the edge of the cliff, and the ground disappears beneath him. “Not now-” you begin, only to realize what you have done. Branches catch and snare on Satan’s clothes as he tumbles down the slope of the ravine, and from within its belly, he calls: “As you wish.” his voice echoes throughout the ravine, and guilt brewing in your chest, you slip down the edge just the same, and begin the descent. The world collapses around you; twigs, dirt, and rock all fading into one violent blur which batters you over, and over again. When you reach the bottom, the air is knocked clean out of your lungs, but the ground beneath you feels oddly soft. A groan sounds just beneath your chest, and pushing up, you realize you’ve landed atop the fool who first got you into this mess. “You’re really an idiot, you know.” you remark, and Satan lets out a pained laugh. “Of all the things people have ever thought of me- idiot was never one of them.” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. In that instant, the unruly spell which had bound the both of you to the pages of that book unwound itself, and your surroundings melted away.

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Can you do a fem MC x Beelzebub, where he cooks something for her?

A crease formed between both of Beelzebub's brows. "Lemon zest?" he muttered, under his breath- a hand massaging the base of the devil's neck. Looking down at the custard tart, its page laminated, Beelzebub gulped. It might have looked delicious, but the Icon of Gluttony couldn't tell a baking bean from a branch of vanilla. Quick fingers flicked through the following pages, violet eyes darting back and forth. Hunger pains stewed in the pit of his stomach, but for once, there was something else which could stave off his cravings, if only until he finished what it was he had set out to do. Eventually, as Beelzebub flicked through the cookbook, he came upon a recipe which might work: "Pumpkin pie." the devil murmured aloud. It had not gone as well as Beelzebub had hoped. Sinewy muscles which coursed just beneath skin had worked at the dough, kneading it until it had no other option than to lay down smooth. Beelzebub's sleeves were pulled up around his elbows, though flour laid claim over his every inch. The devil had cut the base into a crude circle, nicking his finger in the process, and though he soothed the droplets of blood with his tongue, he knew that soon he would be busy devouring the excess strips of dough. While the dough was chilling the fridge, Beelzebub had ripped the top off of a pumpkin and dug into its guts. After he had cracked the eggs, the devil swallowed their shells. It all came to a head as the Icon of Gluttony poured the filling into the shell, dripping a bit along the edge, and swept it into the oven. With a rumbling stomach, the devil sat just in front of the oven, watching with eager eyes as the pie bubbled up, and flattened out over time. When it was ready to take out, Beelzebub had been so elated that he had swept in, and grasped the tin with bare hands. The heat of the metal burst against his skin, tinting the edges pink as he hurried, and dropped the tin atop the counter. Though it was cracked in the middle, the pie appeared to be in good shape. It was then that Beelzebub pulled out his phone, and called her: "I can't text right now, my fingers hurt. Come to the kitchen, please." he spoke quickly, and then abruptly hung up before she could even get a word out. As Beelzebub stared down at the pie, steam caressing his cheeks, it took all of his strength to reserve himself- a smile merely crinkling the corners of his eyes like fields of cream. The devil caught wind of her scent before he ever saw her. The back of her palm pulled at her tired eyelids, pajamas drifting loosely around her frame. "What is it, Beel?" she asked as she entered the kitchen, her voice cracking, as if she had just woken up. Beelzebub felt a heat creep up the back of his neck, and turning around, he presented the pie to the human. "I made this." he began, and when she frowned, he added: "It's for you." the human seemed confused, and so, Beelzebub set the tin atop the counter. With a sort of anxious energy, he retrieved a knife from one of the many drawers, and began to cut the pie down the middle: "I wanted to say I was sorry, about the..." his voice tapered over, and the human raised her voice: "About the bite?" she asked, raising a hand instinctively to the crook of her shoulder. Beelzebub's face flushed, and he cast his gaze down at the straight lines now running down the pie. "I didn't mean to, it's just-" he paused, breathing out with a sigh. "I thought I would feel full if I could just taste you." he murmured, cutting out a clean slice. "But I know I only ended up hurting you." he stopped speaking, for a moment, before dropping the slice onto a clean plate, and sliding it across the counter towards the human. Clearing his throat, he continued: "I read that pumpkin pie is something mortals eat on holidays, around family." the human warily reached for a silver fork. "I thought if I made this, we could eat it together, just like a holiday, but only you, and I." Only, while Beelzebub had been staring intensely at the remaining pie, the human had laughed. It sounded on the air like tiny, tinkling bells,

and when his gaze was pulled to her- her knuckles were shadowing her smile, the fork in her grip as she laughed into her palm. A heat danced over Beelzebub's cheeks, and he instinctively cast his gaze downward. The laughter floated between the pair, for a moment, until the devil felt something graze the tip of his nose. As violet eyes flickered upward, they caught the sight of her thumb, scuffing the crook between his eyes. "I'll allow it, since I can tell you worked especially hard on this." she murmured, dropping back into her seat as she brought the powdered sugar stained thumb to her lips, and allowed her tongue to lick it clean. "You've really made a mess of yourself, Beel." she laughed again, though this time she propped her chin up in the center of her palm. Bringing a small bite to her lips atop the fork, the human allowed the taste of nutmeg, and spiced pumpkin to melt on the tip of her tongue. At the same time, she gestured towards the pie between them, as if to give Beelzebub permission. A smile slipped across his features- he would not need to be told twice. They were halfway through their respective slice, and slices, when the human paused: "So, did it?" she began, before clarifying: "Make you feel full?" her hand massaged the crook of her shoulder. Beelzebub swallowed the bite of pie he had been chewing on, and then lifted his eyes to meet hers: "No, it only made me want more."

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