#[ demons. ] he understands love; so he'll make it fine as a human. the only things i choose to exterminate are demons.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dante of Sparda (Part 1/2). The last muse that I was inspired and motivated to make as many tags for as possible was Dorian, so here we go. Some of these are subject to change as I am absolutely partial to TaS and will rewatch it soon (semi-selectively), but for now...

[hohuios]

Tag drop: 2/2

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hello! I’m new to the demon slayer fandom and I’m in love with the upper moons (specifically Douma and Akaza) haha.

I was wondering if I could have some headcanons for each of the upper moons + Muzan and what their s/o would be like? Like personality wise, what would their s/o act like, or what would make them fall for their s/o? If that makes sense?

Thank you very much! If you don’t feel comfortable writing that, that’s totally fine! I really enjoy your writing!!

Their type♡

AS YOU SHOULD!! I've been in the Fandom for so long I'm glad more ppl are loving the upper moons omg. Also thank you so much!! Hope u like this one♡♡♡

Warnings: mention of manga spoilers, gender natural reader, mention of killing

Akaza

Akaza type of s/o is someone who's kind and gentle. Having a person or even a demon show akaza genuine kindness wasn't always on his side even as a human, so he seeks out someone who can give him genuine kindness and have a gentle approach and not a hostile one.

Akaza's love language is acts of service. He wants to take care of his s/o, protect them, and be there for them mentally and physically. A love language he'd want in his s/o are words of affirmation

Akaza loves to be told he's appreciated for the things he does, praised and even admired for what he does.

Akaza falls for his s/o because he admires their strength. Man or woman doesn't matter, He hates weak humans and finds them better off dead and would gladly do it himself but when meeting his s/o for the first time in a fight they never gave up and saying powerful words like "my weakness of being human is what makes you strong"

Akaza can't help but love a strong human, and finding an s/o is strong is definitely the way to make him catch his heart

Douma

Douma hasn't really given it much thought on what he likes in his s/o personality, but one thing douma happens to get in everyone around him is someone who's more straightforward and direct.

Douma maybe all jokes and giggles and not seem to have a care in the world but he likes to have a person in his life who can clarify mistakes and even call out his own even if it makes him upset.

Doumas love language is gift giving. He'll listen to the things his s/o likes and will buy or even try to craft the things his s/o likes and give gifts at random. A love language he'd like in his s/o is someone who can communicate which can fall under quality time

Douma deep down needs a person to sit down and understand him even if his words and mindset can be unusual but even so he wants to know there's someone out there who can love douma for his flaws of having a lack of understanding feelings

Douma falls for his s/o because of how understanding they can be and can solve out a problem logically without bashing him or judging him.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo's type of s/o is someone like him, but also have a humorish side to them. Someone who is mature and relaxed but also doesn't mind when his s/o wants to tease or bother him

Kokushibo's love language is quality time. A love language he'd want in his s/o would be physical touch

Kokushibo is a quiet man. He only speaks unless spoken to, most of kokushibo and his s/o times together, whether they're both on night walks or even sitting in the same room, no talking always needs to be involved, just kokushibo having his s/o by his side holding his hand or hugging him is enough

Kokushibo falls for his s/o because they genuinely enjoy his company. Despite him being the strongest upper moon even he needs someone to stay by his side and not find him boring or toss him aside for someone eles

Muzan

Muzan's type of s/o is someone who is submissive. Someone who follows what he says down to the letter and not question any of his decisions. Muzan's tone of voice wouldn't change with his s/o and speak to them like how speaks to others but would sometimes have a more gentle approach, depending on the situation

Muzan would want an s/o whose love language is expression of affection and love. He expects to be loved and admired from his s/o and have his s/o show how their love for him also comes with loyalty. Muzan loves when his s/o kisses his hand when he's achieved something, hugs when you complement how healthy and strong he looks every day

Muzan's love language is physical touch. As scary and dominant as he can be, when it's time for him to lay down or even sleep, he wants to have his s/o in his arms. If he's having a meeting with his upper ranks, he won't allow his s/o leave but instead sit his s/o on his lap with his hand on his s/o waist while having the meeting.

Muzan fell his s/o because of their understanding of his fear of death. He knew he was a coward and how brutal he could be to save his own skin, but someone who could somehow understand his twisted ways made him his heart skip a beat

Nakime

Nakime's type of s/o is someone who is artistic and passionate about it. Nakime isn't picking with arts, but her s/o just has to be into some kinda arts like herself to bond over it

Nakime's love language is quality time, and she'd want an s/o whose love language also loves quality time. She would want someone to listen to her biwa playing and acknowledge her for her musical skills rather than her blood demon art for just being useful to muzan.

Nakime would like if her s/o is talkative. Someone who keeps the conversation going when she wants to talk about her interests and even listen to her s/o interests.

Nakime fell for her s/o because they wanted to hear her music. It is Canon that Nakime used to make music in her past life as a human, so when you listened to her music and praised her talents it made her it made her fall in love instantly

[misc-obeyme]

I love the fat MC headcanons!! 😭😭 Could I request the other brothers as well if this hasn't already been asked?

Wellll okay, I'll do it just for you, anon. <3

Here is part two of the fat MC headcanons featuring the younger brothers. They turned out just as long as the ones featuring the older brothers, but really what did I expect lol. Honestly, I'm really glad you enjoyed the first part, I was pretty nervous about posting it. I miiight be persuaded to do a part three with the dateables...

Anyway, thank you for the request!

younger brothers x fat GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Warnings: discussion of weight and body image, suggestive content

Satan

He suspects you may have some insecurities, but he doesn't truly understand until you go with him to a few cat cafes. He notices when you won't eat more than one dessert item with your coffee. He also hears you talking to some of the cats, saying things about how they all seem to like you no matter what, how the cats don't judge you because of your weight. He has to fight with himself to stay calm. The idea that anyone has ever made you feel like you were somehow lesser due to your body size enrages him. Starts insisting you have a second pastry any time you're at a cafe, even if you genuinely don't want one. You might have to take a bite just to appease him.

Satan can't help but confront you about it. Did you think he wouldn't notice, MC? He gets that you try to act like it's no big deal, but he's not oblivious. You don't have to hide your true feelings from him. Tell him if you're feeling insecure. Especially tell him if he's somehow contributing to that feeling. He would do anything to make you understand that you're perfect just the way you are.

You'll really see him get angry if you tell him that being in a relationship with him makes it worse. Explain that you worry about what people think when they see you with him. He's so handsome, you're sure people have a lot to say about the fact that he's dating a fat human. He starts to see it everywhere. If a demon so much as looks at the two of you together, he flies into a rage. He won't do anything if you ask him not to, but he will glare down anyone that he thinks is looking at you weird. If he hears a rumor or anyone making fun of you, those demons just disappear one day.

Might lend you spicy books just to see what you think of them, but if you happen to mention that you're too fat to do something that happens in the book, you can be sure it'll be happening to you that very night. Oh do you think you're too fat for him to fuck you against a wall while you wrap your legs around him and hold on tight? Because he's more than happy to prove to you that he can hold you up just fine. You learn to be careful about what you say. He'll know if you do it on purpose, too, but he'll pretend he doesn't.

Asmodeus

He's aware of your insecurities immediately, but it really becomes apparent whenever he takes pictures of you. Whether they're pictures of just you or selfies you take together, you're very particular about the angle he uses. You always want to see the pictures before he does anything with them. You might delete them if you don't like them. When he asks, you say something about how you just think your body looks weird in them. He really starts to get how bad it is when you refuse to model for anything that he's doing in a professional capacity. If you change your mind, he knows you're only doing it to make him happy.

He actually spends some time thinking about how to help you. He doesn't want you to feel so insecure about your size that you let it stop you from doing things. Of course, Asmo decides to make you an entire clothing line. The whole point is to make clothing for larger bodies. He wants it to be a surprise, but he realizes he has to consult you on this. Starts out by showing you his sketches for designs. He loves the way your eyes light up, how excited you get. You tell him all about how hard it is for you to find clothes that fit you. The two of you create a great clothing line and put on a fashion show featuring plus sized models.

Even though you start to feel like he understands, you might still be insecure in a relationship with him. He doesn't really get that at all. He loves you, end of story. He can tell that it's bothering you, even if you don't say anything. Constantly compliments your body as a result, telling you how hot you are all the time. If anyone dares to say anything to you, he immediately eviscerates them with the best insults you've ever heard in your life.

You know this guy is gonna make you have sex in front of a mirror. You can protest all you like, but you have to trust him on this, MC. He wants you to see just how amazing your body looks when you're losing your mind on his cock. The expression on your face, the way your body quivers, he wants you to see it the way he does. You won't feel the same way about yourself when you see how absolutely stunning you are when you're crying out his name.

Beelzebub

He is completely unaware of your body insecurities. In fact, someone else has to tell him about it, since you probably won't do it yourself. One of his other brothers mentions it in passing and now he's thinking about it. He's going to ask you because he doesn't understand. Do you have a problem with your body, MC? Do you have some kind of injury or something? It's almost endearing that he doesn't get that it's a body image issue and genuinely just thinks you're dealing with something physically painful. You are going to have to explain it to him, though.

Your explanation may only baffle him further. Take the time to really tell him why you feel the way you do and he'll begin to understand. Tell him everything because he will patiently listen to all the times you were bullied as a kid, all the times you had to leave a store empty handed because they didn't have your size, the way people don't take you seriously or think you're lazy. Beel just listens and somehow, that alone makes you feel better. He might ask you some questions about food and exercise and how it relates. He's not going to suggest you go on a diet or start an exercise program or anything. He just wants to know if he's doing anything that contributes to your negative body image.

In a relationship, he's direct about the fact that he wants you to love your body. He picks you up all the time. He's more than strong enough to carry you around and he does it constantly, but especially if you say something about being too heavy. He likes to have you sit on his lap, too. He'll pull you into it in the middle of class, he doesn't care what other people think. He likes to feel the weight of you on him. He isn't a demon of many words, but he always takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear about how much he loves your body.

Let's be real, his favorite place to be is between your thighs. And there's no question that this makes you nervous. Not only because you don't want to squash his head, but because he's just so close to them and they're so big. It's one of the things you can't help but be self conscious about. People say thick thighs save lives, but you're pretty sure yours might take his if you squeeze too hard. He does not care at all. He's completely unconcerned. You might protest at first, but once he gets started, you won't be able to actually string together a coherent sentence anyway.

Belphegor

He doesn't realize your struggle at first, but he figures it out on his own after a little bit. He mostly notices little things, like the way you carefully move between the desks at RAD to avoid bumping your hips into them or the way you never wear shorts. After a little while, he understands what the issue is. Starts doing small things like making sure you always have a chair without arms so that you'll fit in it comfortably. Insists on sitting next to you in small seats so that you can share part of his. He's just going to nap on your shoulder anyway.

Eventually, though, he's going to call you out on it. It bothers him and he has no problem letting you know this. If you do something or say something that somehow indicates you're feeling insecure about your body size, he will ask you about it directly. He listens to everything you have to say about it, but it irritates him. He's not fully angry about it like Satan, but he does get a little peeved. If you say anything negative about yourself, he will simply tell you to stop. He'll tell you that you're wrong. Please don't talk about yourself like that, MC. He doesn't like to hear it.

Relationship or not, you are his favorite pillow and he's going to make sure you know this. You're so soft all over, all he ever wants to do is cuddle with you. His head is always in your lap or leaning against your arm. If he can settle his body between your legs and rest his head on your chest while snuggling with your large soft tummy, you can bet he is going to do that. You won't be able to dislodge him any time soon. If you are in a relationship with him, he'll mumble to you constantly about how much he loves you. It's not just your body, though that is certainly a plus to him. It's everything, every part of you is his favorite part of you.

Belphie will often insist on being underneath you. Whether you're inside him or he's inside you, he wants you in control and he wants to feel the weight of you on top of him. He doesn't care if you're worried about crushing him. That's not even something that could actually happen. He likes watching you - your expression and the way your body moves - he likes reaching out to grab hold of any part of you that's nearby. Probably leaves little bruises in your flesh where he was gripping you too tightly. There's just so much of you he wants to touch, to hold, to cling to.

part one with the older brothers | part three with the dateables

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I was actually wondering about that lol. Thank goodness Tomura didn't end up with a regular cat 😭😭

That makes me think about if Tomura did end up googling that and being like "oh shit am I killing my cat?? Why is he fine I have literally been poisoning him?!"

I also was curious if Tomura had any knowledge on shifters before meeting Dabi. Since AFO is ancient, maybe he was aware of it and passed that onto him?? Guess I'll find out!

I also wanted to mention a couple little things I love love love about this story!!

First, Dabi completely ignoring Tomura when he first shows up and just snooping around, darting around him and casually meowing at him is so funny. And then stealing his food, please that's so good.

The scene that you had as the preview is one of my favorites. Dabi yowling and smacking the window until Tomura (unwillingly) lets him in made me cackle out loud.

I also love how Tomura talks to Dabi like he can understand him, considering he doesn't know that he actually can. It's actually so realistic to how I talk to my cats now that I think about it. They have better communication than humans do sometimes, I swear. Though to be fair, many cats do seem to have too much understanding of human language.... anyways!

Also, Dabi flopping down and being cute to get what he wants from people!! Gives me cute aggression.

Shigaraki trying to trick Dabi into eating wasabi!! That part was hilarious.

Tomura also not questioning that Dabi wasn't using the bathroom in his place just goes to show how clueless this man can be. A normal cat would not know that you threatened them with death otherwise, Tomura! Dabi is also very respectful of Tomura's space, which is really sweet.

Shigaraki leaving the window open for Dabi... cries.

At first I thought it was funny and accurate to have Tomura get high, but then Dabi observes that he's using it to cope with the pain 🥲 poor Tomura.

Dabi face planting after trying to follow Tomura through the portal... relatable.

He's also of course mastered how to be the cutest in order to get what he wants. I want that power... I love the little cat things he does, by the way. Sleeping in the sun, bumping his head against Tomura's leg, etc. It's very well written and so cute!

Tomura being so respectful to the pet store worker!! Of course he'd be so well-mannered to the working class. He's got morals! Just like how he treats the League the longer they roll together. There are people who deserve respect, and there are people who don't.

I love Dabi giving into his feline instincts! Yeah, he's a grown man, but he's also a cat and he needs stimulation in that form! SNOWBALL!!! He's so cute with his moth!! I love when he makes an appearance in your stories!!

Ah, yes. Shigaraki will spoil Dabi in any universe!! As is deserved.

If Shigaraki knew anything about cats, he'd be way more impressed at Dabi's response to a bath. Also, his reaction to the vet! Luckily Tomura is a bit too in his head to notice.

Dabi and Snowball under the couch... such a cute image!

The leash and collar, the bark?!? That and Shigaraki's reaction are so hilarious.

The vet thinking he named him Onigiri cause he's white like rice, and Tomura going, nope. not even close. Demonic little food thief... accurate depiction. And Dabi seems to like the name!

Dabi IS such a little shit! Tomura freaking out that he'll attack the vet, and then he just soaks up that attention! Tomura's jealous!!

Every part of his wheel is just magnificent. From confused, to curious, to full adrenaline rush and then being flung out of it, I laughed as hard as Shigaraki did.

Dabi is supporting his owners recovery!! Running with him while he does his PT :) They do everything together! They even eat at the same time! Dabi loaf... I can see it perfectly.

Dabi feeling so safe after so long :')

Only for that to immediately go to shit! Oh Tomura. That part hurt, I can only imagine how awful he felt after Dabi was gone.

The fact that Shigaraki kept putting out food for him, hoping he would come back. When Dabi realized that he had gone out looking for him during the storm, I think there were genuinely tears in my eyes. The apology, the bath, just how gentle he was with him. He realized just how fragile this little thing could be, and how dangerous he himself could be. I am also crying right along with Shigaraki.

Aaaaand finally, Dabi encouraging Tomura to get to sleep. Them semi-cuddling and just being near each other. The bond they are forming is so precious and I truly cannot wait to see how it continues to grow as they get closer and learn more about each other.

Sorry this is so long! My brain is constantly filled with shigadabi thoughts and you have fueled my addiction in the best way. I love this story, and I'm very excited to see how it plays out!

Ehehe I'm so glad that you liked so many specific elements of chapter one! And you guys never have to apologize for long asks, they bring me so much joy! Thank you so much for commenting!

[caught-a-ghost]

~time for a reread~

it's been well over a year since i read down to agincourt the first time. the deancas slowburn, the worldbuilding, and the brilliant cast of oc's you come to adore. i completely fell in love with it.

spn a la tolkien baby~

since i have a terrible memory i kinda wanna document some of my reread. feel free to filter #dragonfly rereads dta. this is for my own personal enjoyment more than anything else and it's not going to be that deep. i'm just using this to remember shit.

since i know people want to read it for that bookclub thing soon (awesome!) i'm putting the first one of these under a cut since i'm not going to be spoiler free. please block my tag if you want to avoid those!

chapter 1 here we go

"I promised Sam they'd be together in the end," Lucifer tells him, shrugging to rearrange his still immaculate coat. "Don't worry, Cas, he'll be fine. From what I understand, he had a pretty good time the first time. He'll adapt." "No," Castiel answers. "He won't." Lucifer looks up from his sleeve, a pitying smile freezing on his lips, eyebrows knitting together in dawning confusion. "What--where is he?" "How would I know?" he answers curiously. "Slaughtering the reapers was possibly a miscalculation on your part. Without their guidance, it's very easy to get lost."

god i think we're seeing a remnant of the cas who made Thee Deal here. and i think he used it to secure the safety of endverse dean's soul. im gonna cryy 😭

Pausing at the door of the jeep, Castiel hesitates briefly, and a surge of adrenaline hits him hard enough to make his hands shake, don't stop as clear as if the words were spoken in his ear, don't look back. Only Orpheus was stupid enough not to listen to warnings delivered without ambiguity; it's too rare to get one of those to discard with impunity. I don't want to hurt you. Castiel stiffens, turning to search the empty parking lot. "What?" There's nothing but the lack of breeze to answer him.

i completely did not remember this bit and it's driving me insane. who are youuuuuu (one of the goddesses we've already met or someone new 👀)

and i forgot how much i love this cas! cas: ~only orpheus was stupid enough to turn around~ also cas: *turns around a second after having that thought*

"Why'd you do that to your hand?" Dean asks, settling beside him again; a hunter even now, eliciting information from the most useless of witnesses at the most pointless of all times. "Cas?" "I don't remember."

that cut was totally made for Thee Deal 👀

While he guessed the reason Dean was going into the city, it didn't occurred to him that Dean might not even know where it was he had appeared.

they're both missing time scully, they're both missing time

"Eventually I have to sleep, and I would prefer to do so with some assurance I'll wake up." "You think…" Dean stares at him. "I'm not gonna kill you, Cas, Jesus!" "Do you give your word?" Castiel asks, smiling slowly at Dean's horror. "Unless I take your soul as collateral, why on earth should you keep it?"

they're so messy <3 they have no fucking idea <3

It's been a week since he got here, suddenly scrambling for footing behind broken dumpster and staring at eight demons surrounding an armed man that even after three years Dean would recognize anywhere. The skinny, slumping mortal body in a too-big jacket with an indifferent hold on a rifle stared at him with the infinite blue eyes of an angel who might have traded his sword for a gun and immortality for the dirt of humanity, but had never stopped being a soldier. And very abruptly, to the surprise of those demons, he seemed to remember just that.

aaack i need to knoooow. were these demons a part of it??? is this where it happened??? (wasn't there some kind of reality damage that started in the city? was it here?) were the demons taken off-guard bc they had just worked together with cas and suddenly cas didn't remember??

what is the timeline here? dean seems to have been brought in before endverse dean's death. why??

seperis does this thing in particular that drives me completely bananas (in a good, but feral way). they'll drop little nuggets of information that feel off in the moment, ignore it until later, and then hit you with the realisation that the nugget hinted at a massive reveal or character moment (the fucking spanish thing!)

i'm not likely to do these for every chapter. just those damn nuggets

i also skipped most of the ancient rome stuff the first time around and im wondering if i should stick those out this time 🤔

excited though 👀

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Nero, where you're there, could I get some fluffy HCs with Abigor from ghost rider with an asexual goth reader plz? Just had an argument about how "asexuality isn't a thing, and you won't find anyone if you keep believing it is. Which is fine, lots of people want to be alone." But I DON'T want to be alone! And it just got me a little, and now I feel like shit. Sorry if I'm being selfish. Don't feel you have to write anything for this.

Right. For a start, anon, you are NOT being selfish. Secondly, you are valid, and whoever said that to you had no right to say that. Just because they can't understand it doesn't give them licence to go saying hurtful things. They don't have to understand to accept. Unfortunately, I know this struggle all too well myself. My family just doesn't seem to be able to get their heads around it either. It's a tough one, but at the end of the day, we are who we are! If they can't accept that, that's a them issue, not an us issue!

Now, onto business! One fluffy demon with his ace s/o coming right up! Gotta say, I don't think I've seen anyone write for him before, so this is gonna be interesting, I have quite a few headcanons for him tbh! He was one of my comfort characters for the longest times when I was going through a rough spot over a decade ago, so yeah... a lot of this will probably be me projecting a little, too. Sorry! I hope these are up to expectations!

🎃

Above all, he is so supportive of you. He loves you and will stand by you no matter what. You're asexual? And? He loves you, and that's not going to change anything. He's a demon. There's nothing 'conventional' about him, so why should his s/o or their relationship be any different?

I'd say he'd protect you with his life, but being a demonic entity (and this is where one of my headcanons comes in a little*¹), he can't really die, so that sentiment is irrelevant really.

If someone dares talk down to you, belittles you, or otherwise disrespect you, he will ensure they regret it one way or another. If you are really adverse to him killing the perpetrator, he will find other ways to make their life a misery: ensuring that they can't go anywhere, and I mean anywhere, without a gust of wind messing up their hair +/ outfit. Or blowing a neatly swept pile of dust/leaves etc at the moment they were about to clear it up. If that doesn't work, he'll use his elemental power to sneak into their house and start wreaking havoc with their possessions. If that still fails to affect them, then he'd start appearing and threatening them personally until they ceased their torment.

He will give you lots of surprise hugs; materialising out of thin air and wrapping himself around you, his body only partly formed, allowing him to engulf you almost completely.

He has, on more than one occasion, lent you his coat, either when it's cold out and you've forgotten your own or if he's going to be unavailable for a while, he'll leave it with you both so you have a part of him there with you and as a promise that he'll come back.

He loves your aesthetic. I can see him being easily persuaded to become [more] goth*² (me and Scorpio were just having a debate as to whether he was already goth... I said not really but has potential, Scorp said he 100% is... so...)

Will often bring you gifts that he thinks you'd like, be it trinkets, ornaments and little things for your home or accessories and clothes. He loves seeing your reactions when he gifts you something.

He loves doing "human" things with you as he puts it, such as listening to music*³, watching movies/TV shows*⁴, cooking (with help from you). He tried reading but couldn't get into it, though Abigor wearing reading glasses is definitely a Look™️!

When the two of you are spending any length of time at your place, he's taken to wearing more loose-fitting clothing, namely band t-shirts and joggers/lounge pants.

Probably projecting here again, but cemetery dates. You're goth, he's a goth(?) Demon, where better?! It's quiet, it's spooky to most but comforting to the two of you, you can admire the architecture of the gravestones... the list goes on.

He likes being close to you in some way, be that just sitting next to you, or holding hands, or having an arm around you to, if you are comfortable with it, practically clinging to you, snuggling into you, lying on you or pulling you ontop of himself.

If you two are sharing a bed, expect to wake up completely engulfed in air demon: in his sleep, he has a habit of becoming not-quite-solid, and as a result, you will likely find yourself surrounded.

Oh, and expect him to come up with some really good ghost stories too! Though whether they are fictitious or actual things he's witnessed +/ experienced is open for debate. He is a demon, after all.

¹ when the respective demons were "killed", I believe that really what happened was more an inconvenience. They sort of get sent back to hell to pull themselves back together (both figuratively and literally) and are 100% able to return after a while.

² while writing this, I was imagining Air boi in some pretty awesome outfits tbh. And you can't tell me that he hasn't tried a steampunk look at least once(this might be me projecting a little, though)! And eyeliner. Kinda went full on corpse paint at one point, but as awesome as that looked in my head, it just reverted back to regular eyeliner.

³I have a feeling he'd be into rock and metal from the 70s/80s mostly, some bands I think he'd be into are: Aerosmith, Mötley Crüe, Motörhead, Twisted Sister and Megadeth.

⁴I think he would like watching true crime shows a lot. Idk why, just think he would. And paranormal stuff, though mostly to laugh at the insanity of it all when most things shown on them are clearly hoaxes.

[justaradioguy]

anonymous asked ->

[ LIE ] + Tell my muse a harmful lie (and they won’t know that you’re lying)

"You think the Misterican loves you? You don't even understand what he says in his own tongue. You really think he gives a damn about some human he just met? Some random he found out in the middle of Wonderland? Don't you realize what kind of monster he is? What kind of a demon? He only helped you to ease his own guilty conscious."

The words are sharp, spoken in a harsh tone that Kain is sure would only fit someone trying to get a point across as efficiently as possible.

The point, unfortunately, from whoever this person happens to be, is loud and clear. It's a point that cuts straight into his soul, chilling him down to his core.

Well, at least someone's truthful, even as the truth lodges itself in his throat and stings at his eyes.

He lowers his head, covering his mouth with his hand to try and keep the impending sobs back. It's like he'd told Mustang not too long ago.

No one cares for him and no one ever has.

Kain had just wanted this time to be different.

That's all this is. Want. Desperate, last-ditch desire to be loved despite all the defects.

He looks down the hall with tear-blurred eyes. Kumo's gone off someplace - he's been gone for a day now. Everyone else seems to be busy or perhaps sleeping, and the concrete is morphing into drywall. He feels shorter, smaller - small enough for his father to stand over him, small enough to be afraid and defenseless.

"You think the Misterican loves you?" the man roars. "You really think he gives a damn?"

It feels as if his lungs are filled with sand, and he has to choke all of it up in heavy sobs before he can get out a meek but honest reply.

"No," he sobs. "N-no, I don't, he- he- no one does-"

No one. They're just easing their consciences - all are killers merely atoning for what they've done. Kumo nor Riza nor Mustang truly want anything to do with him - of course, of course they don't, he's useless other than being a fucking pity case and he's been stupid enough to want anything else.

He can no longer tell what's Wonderland and what's his childhood home, but it no longer seems to matter. He just needs to leave these people alone so they can finally be rid of him. He'll be fine on his own, and they'll all have one less thing to worry about.

The doors don't open as easily as he wants them to, but he manages to get himself outside anyway, away from the compound and all the people in it. There's no telling how far he drags himself with his cane - why isn't it still a walker, how ungrateful could he possibly be? - but it's not like it makes a difference either way. He's far enough.

He's far enough to stop being so damn annoying.

He crashes sideways into the ground, closing his eyes so he can try to make himself quiet down.

[our-gentle-tide]

If that's okay could i request the demon brothers watching encanto? They would all relate to the characters in someway!

(bonus if when surface pressure comes on MC looks at Mammon and Lucifer and goes, this you?)

The brothers reacting to encanto

Warning: none?

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long :') the mid-terms were a pain in my ass tbh, I didn't do too good tbh so I'm going back to studying so I can prepare myself. I'm also thinking of changing my writing style, On the bright side my kitten will be coming home tomorrow!! I'm naming them Milo :)

Also I didn't put levi in cos I didn't know what to write, sorry love 😅

Reader: gn (they/them)

Lucifer:

A movie about a family? Okay he thinks it's fine

..he changed his mind- MC what exactly are you implying here???

When luisa sings her song, he sees you staring at him in the corner of his eye-

When the movie ends he is silent for a hot minute but started to speak after a bit

His pride won't let him react too much so don't get your hopes up darling

"What do you mean I act like abuela alma but worse? Of course I don't satan, stop being ridiculous"

He sees it, he just won't admit it

Mammon:

MOVIE NIGHT!!! WHIP OUT THAT POPCORN AND PUT ON THE ACTI- huh? What do you mean it's not and action movie???

Pouty baby

Wait- it's not horror is it?..it's not?! Thank diavolo!

!! Not like he was scared or anything! This is THE GREAT MAMMON after all!!

Did cry his eyes out when mirabel and alma fought tho-

"That shape shifting human lied! Where is the 7 foot frame huh?!?"

Satan:

Oh? A family movie that resolves around trauma and how that trauma passed on for one, almost-kinda two generations?

Sign him up-

Analysis the entire movie tbh

I feel like he either likes camilo or isabela or mirabel, there can only be one-

"Hmm alma reminds me of someone" continues to stear at Lucifer

Move over Mc, I'll be taking the unlicensed therapist role for a bit-

Asmo:

MC, come sit next to him so you can cuddle him-

Oh! The flower girl is so pretty! Not as pretty as me ofc, right mc? *bats eyelashes*

Huh?!- five? FIVE BABIES?!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WONDERFUL "!??

When isabela let lose he was so hyped

Stayed silent when she said she was marrying for the family tho-

Likes Delores too but prefers isabela

Beel:

Movie? Is there gonna be popcorn?

Sits next to you with belghie leaning on his shoulder

Offers food

Pays enough attention to understand what's going on but not really

Likes antonio and mirabel

Not the biggest fan of alma but understands her pov and what she's been through

Still doesn't excuse how she treated mirabel

Belghie:

Was he asleep minority of the time? Mayyybe

But at least he has a favourite character!

It's Bruno-

Man seems chill and nice to hang with-

"Mc what's that thing he's wearing? A ruana? Oh okay, I want one. It looks comfy"

If mc knows how to make clothes and makes one for him he'll wear it then and there and tackle them with cuddles-

I hope this is good! I'm trying to get back into writing but it's been tough so idk when I'll write anything else but I had to basically juice my brain to get this going. Hope you like it :)

[symphonicmetal101]

OM Boys V.S Cramp Simulator (HCs)

So if you don’t know, there’s this nifty little machine that administers electric shocks in increasing amounts to make muscles contract beneath the pads- thus simulating cramps one may get for various reasons, but mostly menstrual ones

So number 1, if periods make you uncomfortable, this is not a piece to read as references to it are made.

Also, here's a video of this in action

One last reminder- everybody experiences pain differently, and because of that and this is the Devildom- the machine is magically connected to your pain levels, so they know exactly what you go through.

Although this focuses more on an afab reader, I encourage those who find this topic humourous and won't cause them discomfort to read on.

So here's the boys reacting to this lovely little thing upon one of the boys- (you can choose your least favourite-) saying oH It cAn'T bE thAt bAd-

MC lets show these bitches- and Luke here's the control-

(Both MC and the boy is hooked up) (Also GN! reader still!)

Lucifer

- Wishes to understand where you are coming from, and also doesn't quite understand the extent of pain some may experience

- When it turns on, he feels it, but makes no indication, seeing as MC had no reaction to it

- He tries to keep up his facade for a while, in awe of MC as they continue to shrug it off.

- "Oh what level is at now? 50%? oh yeah this is close to my uh....second lightest day."

- Excuse me?

- Yes he's sweating but he'll be damned twice if he admits it

- "You ok Lucifer? You can be done if you want."

- He just shakes his head and clenches his teeth, not trusting himself to be able to talk without stuttering or betraying the amount of pain he is in.

- Has his hand over his mouth and his brow is slightly furrowed and he paces at 70%

- "Lucifer you can be done...this is about what it's like on my second to heaviest day. or when I get a really bad cramp from out of the blue"

- He shakes his head again he is going to try and ma- OH FUCK

- He audibly groaned and was embarrassed, MC having done no more than an uncomfortable facial expression.

- He taps out, finding it more embarrassing to struggle than not making it all the way

- Good job Lucifer, one of the few to make it above 60%, making it to 80%

- You find the next time you experience these symptoms he is more sympathetic and will help you with your homework more so you have more time to focus on yourself.

Mammon

- Hypes himself up only to panic

- Won't try it until MC tries it first...I mean they've been through it before, they should be fine, right? Which means if some dumb human can handle it so can he-

- "Oi this ain't bad, I don't even feel anything." "That's because it's not on."

- Jumps and yelps a bit when it does turn on "OI OI MC TURN IT OFF-" he squirms a bit and then grabs a pillow to hug

- You laugh a bit “Oh come on Mammon, I thought you liked a little bit of pai-” “NOT THE TIME MC” “Mams, its only on 10%! I can’t even feel it!”

- Will tell you to shut up, also has Lord Diavolo on the phone or in the room so he can confirm that you’re not lying

- Really wants to show you how strong your first man is, but instead you have him groveling at your feet, begging you to turn it off at 50%

- Honestly not that bad, passing grade Mammon! Good job! 

Levi

- He cried when he heard they were doing this

- Already knows its gonna hurt and that periods suck, he really doesn’t want to, but will try so he can understand his normie a little better

- In his demon form as you attach the little pads to him, his tail quickly to wrap around your hand as soon as you’re done hooking him up and squeezing it slightly

- Oh...oh wait you turned it on? Oh this isn’t too bad..it’s no worse than when he eats too many snacks and energy drinks on gaming nights

- Which of course...isn’t comfortable, but he’s holding your hand, so he’s distracted like he would be if he was gaming

- You turned it up, impressed that he had such a lack of reaction, regretting it as he squeezed your hand tighter “Hey- woah Levi that hurts!” “S-sorry! It hurts me too!” “YEAH NO SHIT”

- He tries to relax, but you turn it up without warning and he is writhing “MC TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF-” he is laughing and crying, not a pleasant mix when you already have something contracting your muscles for you

- You turn it off and he kinda hugs a pillow and “glares” at you before pouting “...you really have to go through that every month?”

- You nod “Uh yup. And you were only at 30%. Now imagine that combined with bloating, acne, bleeding-” you continue to list off symptoms

- “oh....well um..I-I don’t know if it helps...but you can use my beanbag chair and ruri-chan pillow whenever you like.”

Satan

- Was aware of the menstrual cycle and the side effects it had, but wanted to understand your pain so he would be more able to help you

- Also wants to surpass Lucifer

- Tells you you don’t have to be hooked up, he believes you and you shouldn’t have to go through it more than you already have to

- Did not expect the lowest level to already have felt something- you seemed so non-chalant about it though, but he acknowledged this may be harder than he thought originally

- He describes it as mildly uncomfortable up until 40%, he runs a hand through his hair and glances at you

- “Yeah on day three this is kinda just...the constant ache-” “Wait I thought there were breaks in the pain-” “Sometimes...it really depends on the person, but there’s an underlying ache that’s always just...there..and the cramps come and make it worse, but the aching is easy to ignore usually.”

- Tries to carry a conversation about the other symptoms that come with having a period, a pained groan leaving him once you got to 70%

- “You can be done...like I was telling Lucifer this is just like cramps on my second to worst day..they can get worse, but it depends...I’ll just shut it o-” “Nope-... I want to know....then maybe I’ll be able to help you better as well” he speaks through clenched teeth

- you decided to hook yourself up at this point so you could gauge what its like after 80%, Satan begging you to just crank it all the way

- You do and holy fuck no thanks ok time to turn it off-

- Both of you groaned and you laughed afterwards- however Satan was not sitting up again

- “....you ok?” “.....No...” you rubbed his back slightly “...you beat Lucifer..” he raised one arm in celebration but did not move again for a while

Asmo

- Nu-uh

- Nope

- MC, he has seen the mess you can become on your period, he helps ya take care of your skin as well as those nasty cramps, he does not need to feel them too-

- Oh you know what, he has to go do...a thing-

- You finally get him to agree to try it, but he’s a little pouty about it, you better pay him back MC~

- Grabs a pillow before the thing even starts, and when it does he just sighs and whines dramatically, though he has to admit 10% really isn’t that bad

- He’ll let you turn it up to about 30-40% and he gets giggly, the pain there, but not..not too uncomfortable

- 50-60% it starts to actually hurt for him, but just barely...I mean he’s the Avatar of Lust, he has to have some damn good pain tolerance by now-

- He could easily go past 80%, but cuts you off at 70%, over-dramatically draping himself across you as he fawns over how strong you are for being able to put up with that for so long, but also how could you convince him to be hurt like that MC? :/ Will very easily forgive you if you give him a bunny kiss or cuddles though-

Beel

- Wants to know how it feels because he is precious babie and just wants to help you

- And the best way he can help you is understand your pain

- However it would be a lot more effective if this tank of a man could actually feel the shocks

- He just snackin on his chips 

- “Did you turn it on yet?” “Beel it’s on 40%” “Oh...” “I told you I was turning it on...” “Oh..my chips are too loud...” “You can’t feel it?” “....no..not yet...though I’m sure it’s still painful for you....”

- He finally feels it at 60%, describes it as “tingly”

- Sees that you’re uncomfortable and asks you to take off the machine with pleading eyes...he can’t stand to see you even just a little uncomfy MC please listen-

- You do, and as you turn it up, he starts to get uncomfortable as well. He makes it to 80% and looks at you tearing up

- “Wait Beel- Bee what’s wrong? Do you want to turn it off?” “No it’s ok...but I can only imagine what you go through....I promise I won’t eat your chocolate stash ever.”

Belphie

- he chucks his pillow at you before you get close

- He is *not* interested, thanks

- “Fine, but get it over with quickly, just crank it so I can go to sleep again.”

- His idea, not yours

- There was some strange satisfaction that came when you didnt attatch it to yourself and cranked it 80% right away

Ive had this sitting in my drafts and I seriously dont think I'll ever get the braincells to finish it lmao

[kakubun]

munching greens

about: sanzu as a cat

a/n: yall decide what breed sanzu is cause i have no idea man

you found him while you were walking idly around your neighbourhood

"aw you poor thing!"

he was all dirty and scarred that you need to get him to a vet as soon as possible but you needed his trust first and held out your hand, he gives you a rather curt response and backed away from your hand; either scared or had no interest in making any friends.

you took out your cat treats out of your pocket and ripped the top of the packet before luring the ruffled fluff of a mess out of its spot, he eyed you with his beady eyes and you slowly placed your hand on top of his head and exhaled when he purred into your hand.

you examined for any open scars on his body but all you could find is dried blood and soot on him so it's fine so far, just hoping that he actually wasn't bleeding and that blood was from catching a bird or not from him.

right after feeding him, he wanted to run away under the car which was the perfect place for humans to struggle taking him but before his snakey body could slink away, you pinched his neck and glared at him.

now he did not just tried running away from you, you glared at him where he avoids your gaze.

welp, visiting the vet was his choice since he didn't have any, his ears droop when he listened to your ranting of giving him a bath; man he shouldn't have trusted you.

after getting the lil rascal to the vet, he was a-okay though, the vet said to watch him if he's a fighter cat because the blood wasn't his fortunely (?) eitherway it made you sweat drop

there are a lot of interesting things that sanzu does around the house and it's entertaining yet frustrating

like his hate for baths, he acts like everything is alright when you settle him in the warm bath then he wails like he's on fire and you don't care: scrubbing and cleaning him up, like a child who didn't give you a break

the only time he completely shuts up is when you wrap him like a burrito in your warm towels prepared for him and he looks tired responding to you when you said it's all done now and he can stop being a crybaby

he also completely forgets about his fatigue when you pull out a hairdryer and suprisingly he plays and swipe at the air that blew and you couldn't stopping to laugh at him (where he looks offended to why the hairdryer stopped playing with him)

he loves clinging on to you and rubbing against your cheek or ankles especially when you have other cats around and he does it to mark his territory and he has a pissing contest with the other cats (you probably had for years) and constantly try to assert his dominance

he takes a while to get friendly with your other cats, the kittens were an exception but the others? hell nah

he has an unlimited supply of energy so you may have to release the one hell of a demon outside of the house and as soon as he gets back from his little exercise, he look like how he looked before; wet and dirty

he's also the type to freak you out by eating grass on the neighbour's lawn and eats it like you don't feed him at home

you trust him (kind of) to come back to you when you call out his name and he would always have something in his mouth which makes you panic, it's either a dead rat or an injured bird

he would likely be confused to how you grimace to the gift he gave you but you lightly whacked him on the head that you didn't want literal animals being left at your doorstep (he doesn't understand but he'll try to lessen his search of critters for you)

he curls up on your face because it's comfortable so when you wake up and realize your lack of oxygen supply you have to blame your little devil for it

he loves stealing your drinks and food for some reason and you damn well want to choke him when he eats something that cats shouldn't eat

he loves hairbrushes but he's annoying when he's in a playful mood, he likes scratching the bristles back and he always had to scratch your hand whenever you brush him

sanzu is one interesting cat but if you could turn back time, you would drop him off at an adoption centre

(he stares at you whenever you say that)

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[dourpeep]

Was discussing this with a friend once and its been bugging me ever since: How do you think Xiao would come around from his fear of harming others in order to be intimate with a human s/o? Since he's such a gentle person that thinks of himself as a monster, we were talking about how it'd probably take lots of time (and therapy lol) for him to even become comfortable with the idea of even initiating something like a kiss or sex with his s/o because he'd be so afraid of tainting or hurting them, or/and perhaps trauma from his past would play a role in it too? You seem to have a good grasp on his character so I'd be interested to hear how you think he or his s/o would go about trying to climb thís hurdle?

This is a thing that's quite literally millennia in the making--fighting these demons, losing those close to him, suffering from the weight of his karmic debt.

It's pretty much just that--you can't really climb the hurdle when the hurdle is more like a hilled terrain. There are days when he isn't at all effected by his trauma and there are days when everything becomes so suffocating that he can hardly breath. So the two of you need to really take things slowly, carefully, to figure out what is and isn't fine.

Not only that, but there will never truly be a time when he's fully healed and it's important for both you and Xiao to know and accept this. It doesn't mean that he's broken, it just means that there's a bit of a learning curve. There will be times where it'll come back as well, as there tends to be with trauma, and he'll refuse your touches and affection because he cannot handle it in that moment.

It's important to be supportive. Show that you're always there for him in ways that aren't just in kisses or smoothing back his hair. I'd think that for Xiao, the love languages that he craves the most are words of affirmation and physical touch.

While touch can convey what words cannot, the same is for the opposite.

That being said, there will also be times where all he will want to do is to be held in your arms, your hands gently cupping his cheeks while he lets himself melt. The tears that stream down his cheeks are warm, not at all filled with sorrow. In fact, if anything, they're catharsis.

Actually, he finds that very feeling in most anything that you do.

It's surprisingly not difficult for him to open up to the idea of intimacy, though, once there's the foundation of trust and he understands that you understand him.

Overall, it's not so much having to overcome his trauma in order to get to intimacy. It's more of the idea of being able to work through his highs and lows--intimacy has very little to do with it.

[infjsnightmare]

Getting In A Relationship Headcanons: Nikolai

A/N: This one was kind of hard for me since Nikolai as a character is very commitment-phobic. He also acts a lot and portrays himself differently from how he actually is, but I did my best at trying to uncover who I think he might be inside. It's just headcanons anyways, so I guess even if I'm way off, it's fine. Lol I hope you enjoy it all the same!

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Nikolai is an entertainer at heart, so most interactions he has with others will come across as flirty, even if it is just some mundane chit-chat. It isn't exactly intentional, but it isn't exactly unintentional.

It will be easy for someone to develop interest in him long before he starts to feel anything back, and to mistake his naturally personable personality as mutual interest.

He will absolutely take advantage of that person's interest in him though. Like if they're a barista, well he'd love a free drink. Do they work at a supermarket? Give him that employee discount.

He'll convince himself for a long time that his friendliness is just an act. But, he'll catch himself occassionally thinking about that special someone and feeling guilt for the way he leads them on.

This is not a comfortable realization for him. AT ALL. He wants nothing to do with human connection and views it as the one thing keeping him prisoner. Emotions hold him back and he wants to rid himself of them the best he can.

Except he can't. He's not as far removed from his emotions as Fyodor or Dazai. He understands the emotions of others and he does have empathy for them too.

So, when someone finally starts flirting with him and talking about their dreams and goals and acting like a close friend, he gets weak.

He'll open up a bit in hopes that by telling them his personal feelings, he'll prove to himself that they can't truly understand him.

Except they get it. They don't think that Nikolai is crazy or weird. Emotions can be a hindrance. They definitely can hold someone back from doing things as freely as they like. Understanding Nikolai will immediately raise an interest for this person.

But, they'll offer him the alternative. Without emotion or connection, nothing one decides to do will have any meaning or accomplishment. There's no moving forward without the possibility of being held back.

He's attracted to them and he would be very aware of it. There is a lot of tense conversations and longing gazes at this point, but he still needs to wrestle with the seed of bitterness that begins to grow in him.

This person weaseled their way into his chest and made themselves at home. Some part of Nikolai feels that they are keeping him chained down, however he never shows any of this internal struggle to his person of interest. It's not their fault, after all.

He snaps, but not externally. It starts with small thoughts about getting rid of them. His paranoia makes these thoughts spiral until he's convinced that the only way he'll extinguish his emotions is if that person no longer exists. Nikolai isn't above plotting the murder of someone he's grown affection towards.

He'll make a plan to kill them, convince himself that he can follow through, but when the time comes to commit to it, he won't. He'll run away instead.

Nikolai's love interest would have no indication of any of this. He just up and vanished one day, like he was never there at all. They would be heartbroken and hurt.

During the time he's gone, Nikolai would go through a lot of emotional processing and self-reflection on his own. He has a tendency to run away and he'll work towards finding the root of his commitment issues.

When he has finally sorted himself out, Nikolai will return back to his love interest and to his credit, he will explain everything to them. No tricks or laughter, just a somber man explaining his inner demons.

If his love interest still wants him after hearing everything, including the murder plot because Nikolai wants them to have as clear of an understanding as possible, then he will ask to start seeing each other.

Since Nikolai took the time to reflect before actually committing to his S/O, they start off the relationship on equal footing and rather organically as opposed to Fyodor or Dazai who would get into a relationship before figuring themselves out.

If he has any commitment struggles after the fact, his S/O will suggest that they get very separate hobbies so that they don't feel too tied down to one another. They may even take separate vacations but know that the other is always their home to return to.

[meenah-chan]

Solace

A Belphegor x GN! MC fanfic

3.14k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: mention of death. Read at your own discretion.

Requested by: @belphiesimpalways thank you for patiently waiting for this. Supposedly, this is for your birthday but still, belated Happy Birthday to you!! This became a little bit too long, and I actually changed the whole thing twice 😅😅 I changed the title too to prevent confusion, hope you don't mind.

He lost it the day he lost his beloved sister. A place to call his home. Yet he met them. The one who brings light to his dark days. But what shall he do, when this solace was never been his?

“How I wished I didn’t met you at all.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

He can hear the harrowing sound of the clock, ringing inside the closed space. As if it were imitating his increasing pulse. Belphegor couldn’t open his eyes. He won’t though, even if he can. He fears he’ll see it again. The agonizing sight of that cursed attic, where he is trapped, cold and lonely. Each click, each clack drives him on a brink of madness.

Somebody please make it stop..! Curled up in his bed, writhing in anguish, Belphegor tried to block the sound with his trembling hands.

Let me out… I hate this place...

“It is for your own good.” Lucifer’s voice reverberates throughout the whole room. His guide light and the hero of his stories… once upon a time, that is.

For my own good? This place was a nightmare! He was imprisoned! He was trapped inside his head, with nothing but bleak thoughts!

He felt cold, with no one to hold onto. With no Beelzebub or Lilith, ready to embrace him when he’s afraid…

Ahhh…

Right…

Even if he managed to escape that place, there’ll be no more Lilith to hold him. To comfort him. To make him laugh of joy and happiness. No more… Lilith is no more…

“...Belphegor?” he snapped his eyes open and suck in a deep breath, as if the voice pulled him out of the deepest pit of the abyss. His heart was beating fast, bathed in his own sweat.

It was just another dream. He was not trapped in the attic any more. He was freed, by the person with him right now, sitting beside his bed, a few weeks ago. “Are you alright? You’re sweating buckets and squirming in your sleep.”

“I’m fine. It was just pretty hot in here.”

They stared at him for a moment before replying. “...If you say so… Wait, let me get you some water and a change of clothes.” unconsciously he raised his hand, fingers tugging on the hen of their shirt which stopped them from their tracks.

“Don’t need one… Just stay here and be my pillow.” Still, feeling a bit anxious of being alone, he didn't let go.

“That won’t do. You’re so drenched. If you don't change clothes and rehydrate, you might get sick. I'll be back in a jiffy.” Yet as they swiftly pried his hand off their clothes, he couldn't do anything but to watch them stride out of the room.

He sighed, recollecting the series of events from the time he met them. “...What a weird person...” He muttered under his breath.

A few weeks ago… Just a few weeks ago, they succeeded in freeing him... Just a few weeks ago, they died by his hands... Yet, they kept on approaching him like nothing had happened.

But oddly enough, he also couldn't get them off his mind; to want them by his side. The only time he could find his peace of mind is when he's with them.

I guess I'm weird too...

Silently, he observed them. The way they speak and walk. The way they would scold him when he chose to nap over catching up his missed lessons. The way they tap and hum unconsciously, while studying with him to encourage him to do so. Those awkward laughs they made as they tried to mend the rift between him and his brothers. The sighs left their lips as his brothers fought over who would have them. The slow and silent steps they make to slip away. The way they wink and place a finger over their lips and pull him with them.

Especially the way their eyes disappear when they're smiling. He can never describe how soothing it was, that smile.

...until he suddenly felt it wasn't.

The way they make the very same smile to Lucifer, Belphegor couldn't help but feel a little bit too irritated. Yes, it was Lucifer. He’s naturally annoyed by him, after what he's done. But this is a little bit different from his usual displeasure.

The youngest just wanted to pry the human off him and drag them away. He knew he couldn't suppress the burning sensation rising from the pit of his stomach. He also knew he'll regret what he wanted to do. He'd look possessive. Delusional. He may even hurt them in the process. So, he chose to escape the scene instead, into the attic which was once his prison.

“Belphegor! I got... and you're asleep.” the demon dares not open his eyes as he hears them make their way to him. “You didn't even remove your uniform...or your shoes. I'm really amazed how you can fall asleep in a matter of seconds.” They carefully remove the shoes and socks from his soles.

Oh no... That's not a good thing. For every touch of their skin sends tingles throughout his entire body. Each cell screaming in a way he never felt before. The bed shook as they crawled in, reaching for the buttons of his vest. He was at his wit's end, completely conscious of the human's presence.

Before they could ever reach for the last row of buttons, his hand stopped them before he lose it.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Y-You're awake?!” Before they could ever pull back, he tugged them in his chest, flustering the human even more.

“H-Hey, let go. Your uniform will get wrinkled.” They tried squirming out to no avail. The demon is just too strong to make him budge.

“Don't want to.” To hide his warm and probably beet red face, he clasped their nape and keep their face over his shoulder.

“I still haven't changed out of mine.”

“Hmm, goodnight...”

“Hey...” after a few more stirring in vain, they just sighed and let the youngest have it his way.

This is bad. Thought Belphegor. The annoyance he felt a while ago dissipates as fast as it builds up inside of him. Still, his heartbeats and head were in utter chaos, the time he held them so close. He said he’s returning to slumber, yet his heart showed no signs of ever slowing down. He bet they could hear it, but he have no more energy to even mind it. After all, amidst the chaos in him, could also feel he won’t be getting any nightmares right now.

“Say Belphegor. Do you have a fever? You’re hot and your heart’s beating a bit too fast.”

“Just tired from the extra work a while ago. I just need some rest.”

“If you say so...”

He could no longer deny this feeling inside him.

He… fell in love with a human. He found it, the peace to his raging storm. The salve to his wounds. But they can never be his solace.

He lost it the day he lost his beloved sister. He lost his home. His freedom. He doesn’t have anything but his disgusting self, who could only obsess over keenly observing each and every move they make. Like a stalker. Like a creep. Like a predator eyeing its prey.

But they were never been his. And the day they learnt of his habit is the day they will be disgusted by him.

“Lucifer!” and the fact that they were attached to his eldest brother— the one who robbed him of his freedom once— didn’t help.

They would link arms around his. Heck, even snuggled to it as they do so, with that widest smile upon their face. The small giggles they give off as the abomination in the form of his brother praised them while petting them. Oh, how he wanted to just cut off that hand straying onto them! How dare he touch–

…them that might have already belonged to him, long before he could enter the picture…?

No. There's just no way that heartless brother of his to fall for a mere human. That brother who bowed down to a demon the day his sister died. And the human who taught him how to love again, to fall for Lucifer. That’s just… impossible… It’s just too cruel…

But I love them too! I can love them more than that fiend who chose a demon over his family!

“No, you’re much crueler…” He could hear the whispers at the back of his mind. “Have you forgotten what you did? You killed them. Do you think you have any rights to even lay a finger on them? You spiteful, wretched, monster…”

…Right… He has no rights to have them… He lost it before he could realize the weight of his actions… It was the painful truth. A punishment for a sinner like him. He could regret it until his last breath but he could never be forgiven.

He doesn't deserve to have a place in their heart. Never. Never…

The door to the twins’ room creaked open and he knew exactly whose footsteps it was without the need to look. “Belphegor, Lucifer gave me some sushi. You like this, right? Let’s eat it while it’s fresh.”

Lucifer again, huh...

“It’s yours. Eat it yourself.” There’s no more point in fighting a lost battle.

Let it grow, “Ehh? But you like—”

“Let’s stop this.” … or let it go.

“…Huh? Stop what?”

He also fears what he might do in the future due to this rotten affection of his. “Just as I thought, I couldn’t stand humans. You’re so naïve and trusting. I’m already fed up with dealing with your antics.”

“Wait, I don’t understand…” They asked, confusion and unease were all over their face.

“You don’t? Then let me explain in a way you’ll understand in that small, gullible brain of yours.” He took a deep breath. He needs to keep his cool or he will definitely break in front of them, “Everything is all an act. You thought I like being with you? Think again, fool. Having a human around me fills me with nothing but wrath and anger! Who do you cause my nightmares!? Your race disgusts me to death! Just looking at you makes me want to puke!”

“B-Belphegor… please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Kidding? Do I look like I’m joking?” he scoffed, holding back the pain clawing in his chest. “Be thankful for my brothers. If not because of them, you won’t be alive the second time, nor your ignorant race are.

“I won’t touch a hide of you or any human. So please, stop bothering me anymore.” being unable to stifle the emotions on the verge of bursting, he turned his back on the devastated human.

This is for the best. He’s back in his cage. Staring at the lacework of the long-lived spiders on the ceiling. He already witnessed its threads wear and replace countless of times. That might not even be the same spider he saw on his first night there. He could care less. After all, the only time he was truly curious of a being is when he met them.

How he wished the thread of his feelings were as flimsy as the spider’s. That way it’ll fall off over time. It can simply be cut off when it comes on his way.

“How I wished I didn’t meet you at all.” He knows it well. He is a big liar. In some way or another, just like the firstborn. But they deserve him more than his wretched self.

Lucifer, he was the morning star. The fact that both heaven and hell were captivated by his beauty and excellence. But Belphegor… he was nothing but a bleak abyss. He once dreamt of his brother’s greatness. Yet he couldn't be anything. He, miserable and empty, who only had nothing but guilt, regrets and a broken heart— as he watched them weep.

It’s been weeks since then. They never approached him like he said. Neither in the dining table nor classroom do they discern his presence. It was painful, but he can take it. The only unbearable one he felt is catching them cry— in Lucifer’s arms.

How long are they going to cry? Is it still because of him? No… This is for the best...

This is his atonement. His fate. He still couldn’t have anything, yet he already lost everything. His—

Lucifer… He is staring at him straight in the eye. I should leave.

But Belphegor couldn’t leave. Not after the eldest gave him that sly smirk. What does that mea…

Lucifer didn’t give him time to think. “Wha, Lucifer…?” Sound of confusion left their mouth as Lucifer grabbed their chin firmly between his index and thumb, with the menacing look on his face. “What are you—!”

And the gap between their faces disappeared. “Hmph!” The sight of the futile struggle of his beloved in the hands of the man he entrusted them to… made the youngest snap.

“LUCIFER!!!” His horns and tail materializing, he lunged towards him. His clenched fist flying in the air, aiming for his jaw. Yet, as if expecting it, Lucifer evade him, loosening his grip on the stunned human in the process. Belphegor saw this as a chance to pry them away from his brother’s hands, before jumping a few meters away from him.

“When are you going to learn to clean after your own mess, Belphegor?” As if the devious smirk were never been present on his face, Lucifer looked at them with his usual expression.

“What the hell?! You’re the one who assaulted them!!” He snarled like a wild animal, holding his treasure protectively from the threat.

“I didn’t do anything. Ask them yourself.”

“Ask? Do you think I’m blind?!” His stance became stiffer, fangs sheathed and glaring sharply at his brother, who is unfazed.

A light tug on his collar made his eyes soften, and caused him to realize his tight grip on them in which he loosen. “Are you hurt?”

“N-No… Lucifer’s saying the truth… He didn’t kiss me. I was just a bit confused he pressed his thumb over my lips.”

“.... What? Okay, but still—!”

“Do you think I’m a fool, Belphegor?” Lucifer cut him off, “I know what you’re planning. I'm already your brother for thousands of years.”

“...”

“Do you now understand the consequence of your foolish action? You left someone important to you in the care of others. But you didn’t think that sort of thing might actually happen?”

“But it’s you who they love!”

Lucifer’s frown deepens, “Even if it were some lesser demon they’re in love with, I bet you'll leave them in their care.”

“I...” He… Lucifer’s right… No one's more dangerous for them than himself.

Belphegor's horns and tail disappeared as he calms down, processing what his brother is saying.

“Everyone’s dangerous in Devildom, you fool. If you really are sorry for what you did, protect them instead.”

“Protect? But… But I...” Ignoring him, the eldest glanced at the person between the youngest’s arms.

“Do you already get what I’m saying Y/N?” They nod. “Not only are you both foolish and stubborn, but also blind. Now fix this yourselves. I’m done with your drama.” pinching the bridge of his nose, Lucifer left them in that awkward position without another word.

“...I’m really sorry. I was afraid to hurt you more than I already did.” After a moment of silence, Belphegor decided to break it first.

“You already did, you idiot.” Wiping the stray tears on their puffy eyes, Belphegor gave them a sad smile. “I guess I did.”

“But I still don’t think this is alright. Shouldn’t you be a bit more wary around me? I mean you already… died in my hands once.”

“You brat. Do you think I’d cry like that if I we’re okay with not being with you? I've never held a grudge against you in the first place.” They pout.

“Why? How can you forgive me that easily?” The demon frowns at them.

“Well, wouldn't life be more wonderful if we know how to forgive and forget?”

Frustrations were evident in his eyes, Belphegor's frown deepens. “That's not right… I killed you mercile—”

“Then shouldn't I be asking you? Why can't you forgive yourself?” He didn’t answer. Mistakes have already piled up as is.

Forgive himself? Why? Does he hate himself?

...Yes... I probably do... He loathed himself. terribly so... But they, who tasted the his abhorrence. He couldn't understand how they didn't.

“You want you to find happiness.” They cupped his disgruntled face in their palms, foreheads touching as they gave him comfort.

“I can’t.” with glassy eyes, he held a hand on his cheeks, “Not when you are my happiness. Not when you liked my brother.”

“You really are blind. And here I thought I was just assuming things.” their giggles were like music to his ears. Their orbs were like the placid sky set upon him. “You really are blind. And here I thought I was just assuming things.”

“I love you, idiot.” And their words, with no hint of doubt or hesitation, hit him like a surge. It made his feelings overflow, coursing throughout his entire body, and finally spilling on every corner of his eyes. It made him unable to speak. “I’m not even hoping for you to feel the same. I just wished to stay by your side… and for you to cherish yourself like how I’ve been to you.”

Belphegor felt so happy beyond words. Such indescribable feelings swirling inside him, one that he can’t put into words. With so much running inside his head, the only line he could form is… “Thank you.”

Weeping, but from so much joy this time, they huddled in each other's grasp, not caring of their setting, until their hearts finally felt whole again.

And after such a blissful moment, “...that’s it? No I love you too?” They spoke.

“What are you saying? I already said I love you.”

“No you didn’t. Saying I’m your happiness and confessing are separate things.” they frown at him, expecting.

“It’s the same.” Yet knowing how stubborn the demon is, the human raised their white flag, although disappointed.

“Okay, alright…” They sighed, wiping his eyes with a tear-stained handkerchief. “Why am I the one comforting you anyways? I’m the one crying because of you.”

Belphegor smiled mischievously, like he didn’t cry a while ago. “Because I’m the youngest.”

“Ugh, why did I fall for a spoiled brat?” Another sigh left them as they pulled him up, “Let's go, I’m sleepy.”

Yet as soon as he rose on his feet, he placed his arms on the back of their knees and shoulder blades to carry them, gaining a small yelp from them.

“Hey...” no protest managed to leave their lips as he sealed it with a chaste kiss. Probably not their first but it was the sweetest one. It only last a few seconds, but Belphegor knew fully well. This memory will last forever.

“I love you more, my solace.”

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

--

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

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After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

[the-coffee-story]

Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 2 - The Forest God

When Agatha came over to visit the next day, she found herself baffled when Alice opened the door with a wide smile.

"Agatha, you won't believe what happened!" She was giddy. "Oh, it's so wonderful!"

Agatha furrowed her brows and tried to peer her head past her shoulders and into the space between the doorway. "What is it?"

"He's back!"

"Who?"

"Eustace!"

"What?!"

"Come and see for yourself!" Alice excitedly jumped up and down and took her by the hand. "He's still weak, and he won't speak, but he's here!!!"

"Alice, that's-"

"Come with me!" She dragged her along to the living room, excitedly murmuring the whole way.

Agatha froze in the doorway, mouth slightly agape.

It was him, undoubtedly, but even as he raised his head and turned it to them, he didn't look like he was still among the living. His skin was white and mottled, and he was sitting so still he looked like a corpse at first. His face was empty of any expression or life, as if his soul had been left behind somewhere far away. "Eustace, look, Agatha's here!" Alice was beaming, skipping over to the still figure.

Agatha felt the blood draining from her face.

Whatever was going on, this was not natural. And yet Alice was as joyful as she hadn't been in months. Agatha was torn. Should she tell her to leave him? What had happened to him? Or should she let it be?

"I-"

"Yes, I know, he looks exhausted." Alice's voice was soft as she sat down next to her silent husband. She softly stroked the back of his hand. "But he's going to be fine again, aren't you, Eustace?"

His chapped, white-blue lips moved, only slightly, but no sound came out. His face was as expressionless as that of a deadman.

Agatha shivered, and took a stray step back. She couldn't bear to be within his presence any longer. "Well, I... I wish you two the best of luck with th-that then... I just remembered I still need to fix my husband's coat, he ripped a hole in it again, he's so clumsy..." She laughed nervously. "I'll see you then... goodbye!"

With that she rushed out.

***

"Zombie." The child grinned.

"Don't interrupt me." The mother gently booped her child's nose.

***

Months had passed. At first Eustace's miraculous return was nothing but a rumour, but then Alice began bringing him outside, and soon everyone knew that something had happened. By the time it was summer, despite whispers of witchcraft and unholy entities, the majority of townsfolk had simply accepted the strange pair. There wasn't much else to do.

It was a warm summer afternoon. The sun was drowning the world in a deep golden glow and the birch trees were softly swaying in the wind like it was singing them to sleep. Alice and Eustace were sitting in the garden and she was making a flower crown for him. He still hadn't said a word since his return, but it didn't stop her from trying. She loved him. She loved him so much.

She put the crown on his head and adjusted it a little. "There. Isn't it lovely?"

He turned his head a little, then reached out a bony hand to feel the soft petals between his fingers. The ghost of a smile was barely visible on his pale lips. Alice smiled and snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around his thin frame and gently placing her hand on his. She closed her eyes. "I love you."

She heard someone call her name and looked up. Agatha was standing by the old wooden fence and waving. "Alice, can you come over for a minute?"

"I'll be right back, dearest," she told Eustace. Then she got up, brushed the grass off her dress and ran over to the fence. "I'm coming!"

Agatha's face was serious. "Alice, I wanted to warn you."

"What is it? If you're talking about the apple tree don't worry, I already cut the branch before it could break off and hurt someo-"

"The shepherd was found dead in the forest."

Alice paled. "My God. What happened?"

"Something tore him up. Nobody knows what it could have been."

"A wolf? A bear?"

"Something worse." Agatha's brown eyes were narrow, and stared into the garden just in front of her.. "Where was Eustace last night?"

"Well, he went outside to catch some air at around midnight..." Alice's heterochromatic eyes widened. "Good God, he could've gotten himself killed! I'll make sure to tell him not to do that!"

"Alice, don't you think-"

"My God, thank you for the warning Agatha, he could've come to harm..."

"Alice!", Agatha suddenly snapped, grabbing her arm before she could turn and run back. "Come back to your senses! Whatever that...that thing is, it's not your husband!"

"He just needs some time!", she pleaded, flinching her arm away. "He's going to be alright! He just needs a bit of patience and care, and then it's all going to be alright!"

"Alice, he is literally a rotting corpse, it's time to just let it go!"

"He needs me!!"

They both glanced over at the young man sitting, alone, in the thick grass. He was still wearing the flower crown and softly swaying back and forth with the dancing trees. There was even some kind of tiny smile still plastered to his pale lips.

"Alice, this is madness," Agatha muttered, more to herself, if anything.

"Give me some time," the younger woman pleaded, voice cracking softly. "I swear, he's going to make it."

"This feels like something that shouldn't be messed with, Alice-"

"He'll be fine."

"Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you want to believe it?"

Alice hesitated. "Because I love him."

Agatha sighed, and paused. It felt wrong. Everything felt so wrong. Agatha knew, somewhere deep down, she needed to help the grieving woman. This... thing wasn't her husband. No, she was going to help her, no matter if it shattered her healing heart back In two. But right now... She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Alright... be careful, dear," was all she could mutter. She kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into a hug, not daring to let her go. "Eustace!" He clumsily raised his head. "You better damn well appreciate what Alice is doing for you!"

He nodded, but his pale face was still empty of any expression. He looked like an empty shell, someone that once held such life and humanity, but now something different masqueraded inside.

A few days had passed. The shepherd was buried and mourned for. But, one day soon after there was another crowd carrying something from the woods.

"What's going on?", Alice asked a little boy as the procession passed by. "What happened?"

"Oh, they found the milkman dead in the woods." He shrugged. "Intestines all over the place."

Agatha quickly appeared by Alice's side, fury in her face. "It happened again! Something is going on here and I'm sure your husband has something to do with it!"

"Agatha, please...!" Alice bit her lip, looking at her battered shoes. "He's not hurting anyone."

"Enough is enough!"

Suddenly a weak sound escaped Eustace's mouth. He bit his lip and tried again.

"Agatha.... please.... don't shout....at Alice."

Despite it all, Alice's face lit up and she threw her arms around him, trying anything to pull her mind away from the gathering crowd passing them. "You're speaking again!"

"Not...her fault....."

Agatha clenched he fist and took a firm step forward, glaring at the pair. "Eustace, you're hiding something."

"Agatha, please...", Alice pleaded, drawing her arms from around Eustace's thin waist.

But the older woman just turned and walked away.

On that evening while Alice was preparing dinner Eustace went out into the garden to catch some air. He returned when the sun had just sunk behind the net of emerald trees, the red sky reflecting on his white hair and giving him an ethereal appearance. He looked otherworldly.

Alice hugged him in the doorway and buried her face in his jacket. "I love you. My darling."

But suddenly she heard a woman screaming down the street.

"Something must have happened," Alice whispered, pulling him inside. "Let's close the door."

Darkness had quickly cast it's shadow over the village. But outside people gathered, with torches and pitchforks, a demonic mob, hoarsely screaming obscenities at the top of their lungs. Then someone knocked hard on the door.

"He killed my husband!", Agatha screamed from outside the house. "That evil creature killed my husband, let me in, Alice!"

"No!", Alice screamed. "It wasn't him...it can't have been him!"

"We'll break the damn door if we have to!"

"I won't let you hurt him!" Alice was sobbing. She ran back to the table and hugged Eustace, her long dark hair falling over his shoulder like a waterfall. She cradled him in her arms. "I won't let them hurt you, my darling. Just you wait. You'll be fine again. I promise."

Eustace raised his head a little and his ashen lips moved. She came closer and he whispered something, barely understandable and raspy.

"I love you...run..."

She hugged him and cried. "I love you... I won't run anywhere, I'll stay with you... I love you...!"

"Please...run..."

"I love you...!"

Suddenly he froze. Then his slender hand reached for his blindfold and pulled it away. And when he opened his eyes and glanced up, Alice was met with the full force of his golden gaze, like the sun on a summer evening in the forest.

The door broke down with a sickening crunch, and the mob flooded inside.

Eustace was sitting on the floor, Alice's head resting in his lap. Her beige dress was soaked in vermilion blood, and her beautiful dark hair surrounded her pale face like a halo of shadows. Her eyes were wide open in wonder and an expression of love was frozen on her face. She was dead.

Eustace was wearing his blindfold again. When he raised his head his lips moved. "Run... please..."

***

"And what then??"

The woman smiled. "They captured him. They decided to make sure he wouldn't ever return from the grave again, so they built him a coffin of iron, with locks and chains around it, and buried him deep in the woods, praying that no one would ever release him." She gently booped the child's nose. "Now good night, Miss Walther."