#'i want this happiness lingers longer in his face' same mc same :"

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 1/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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[Transcript Ver]

—[Part 1]— Video Timestamp: [00:09]

Creak—The vehicle smoothly enters the cobblestone road of the small town and comes to a stop in a courtyard.

I eagerly open the car door, and unexpectedly, cold air rushes into my nostrils, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

MC: Hiss, so cold.

Lucien parks the car, then walks to me with luggage in his hand. He takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck.

Lucien: [chuckles] Be careful not to catch a cold.

MC: The weather forecast clearly said that it's very warm here. If only I had known that this would happen instead, I would have brought a few more warm clothes.

Lucien's dark eyes curve slightly, and his other hand encircles me, shielding me from the cold wind behind.

Lucien: [smiles] Just endure a bit more, we'll be home soon.

I walk alongside him to the eaves of the villa, and once the passcode unlocks, we rush through the door.

This year's winter is unusually harsh. Lucien and I came to this southern town to spend the Spring Festival, and incidentally, to complete a small task.

--A large-scale social experiment about emotions.

Certainly, without a doubt, Lucien is the consultant for this experiment.

I originally planned to leisurely spend a warm winter, but the current temperature is much lower than I imagined. But… I’m already here anyway.

I turn on the heating, and nestle into the soft sofa, waiting for the warmth to set in. I glance at Lucien, who is busy organizing luggage nearby.

MC: Aren't you cold?

Lucien chuckles and folds the scarf that I tossed on the sofa. He then sits beside me and gently takes hold of my wrist.

His palms warmed up without me noticing, and I have no idea when it happened; they are warm and cozy now.

[🥺 He must've warmed it up beforehand, saving the warmth for her… This part is really reminiscent of his bondage date ahah]

Lucien: I'm fine, but considering the size of this villa... it'll take about another ten minutes for the floor heating to warm up.

Lucien doesn't let go but shifts to half-embrace me. He reaches into the open luggage on the table, pulling out a fleece blanket to cover me.

The fleece blanket is originally meant to cover my legs during work, so it feels a bit small when draped over my body. I snuggle into his embrace.

MC: Still a bit cold…

Lucien: [in a gentle tone] Do you need a thicker blanket? I can go to the bedroom and look for one.

I shake my head, looking at Lucien eagerly, then narrow my eyes. The next moment, I gently roll over and pounce on Lucien.

I was originally half-embraced by him, and as my body subtly shifted its weight, my chin came to rest directly against the warm hollow of his collarbone.

MC: The heating is too slow. Can you warm me up instead?

Lucien's gaze briefly glides over my hands embracing him, then returns to my face, gently lifting the corner of his lips.

Lucien: Of course, but rather than saying I want to warm you up, it's more accurate to say I want to be closer to your body temperature.

I gently rub my still cold face against his shoulder, while my hands around his neck quietly seek warmth.

My nose catches the scent of the clothes warmed by his body heat, the familiar scent disperses the chill on my body.

MC: Mmh…

I let out a contented sigh, lazily reluctant to get up, until Lucien's hand gently brushed over my back, carrying a suggestive hint.

Lucien: (whispers) The floor heating is already warming up. It seems this lady needs more than just its temperature.

I sense the chest beneath me vibrating slightly. Lifting my head, I catch Lucien's undisguised smile.

Meeting those cunning eyes, an inexplicable warmth rises in my ears.

MC: It's still early, we need to unpack and check out the rooms and such…

MC: But at this moment... Professor Lucien should know what I need more.

I smoothly climb up to his neck, allowing his hands to linger on my body, letting my skin absorb his warmth.

And then, we maintain this intimate position until heat replaces the last trace of coldness.

Lucien reaches out to touch my heated face, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.

Lucien: [whispers] Do you want to go to the bedroom? We can lie together in the soft blankets, prolonging this experience.

I shake my head reluctantly. He then supports me to stand up from the sofa that's tilted askew.

I gently gather the clothes that had scattered a bit due to our previous action, then wink at him.

MC: Professor Lucien's equipment hasn't been sorted out yet... Perhaps I can go make a cup of coffee. When you're done, we can go back together.

Lucien: Alright.

(T/N: this scene is the least descriptive in the date, but yes, they impliedly had some ‘fun’ here- MC on top (read again on how they maintain the same position while replacing coldness with ‘heat’ and the sus aftermath LOL))

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The coffee releases a rich aroma under the brewing hot water. I stroll around as I wait.

The design and decoration of this villa are so simple and spacious, nothing particularly stands out. I circle back to the living room and see Lucien organizing laboratory equipment at the table.

I casually glance at the intricate device in his hands and can't shake the feeling of familiarity.

MC: By the way, I've always forgotten to ask, what is the direction of this social experiment?

MC: All participants are living in a small town for a period of time; I've never been part of such a large-scale experiment before…

Lucien sets down the instruments in his hands, taps on his phone twice, and hands it to me.

Lucien: It's a project in the field of social psychology. Recently, this research has gained significant attention in academic circles, so sponsors decided to fund this large-scale experiment.

MC: Let me see... “Research suggests that couples tend to become more synchronized with each other over time…”

MC: "This synchronization goes beyond habits and lifestyle; it can even manifest in emotions and brainwaves."

MC: Brainwaves synchronize too? Does that mean even our thinking becomes more alike over time?

Lucien: Mm. Neurons in corresponding locations of lovers' brains activate simultaneously, like dancers dancing together.

MC: It's surprising that it can go to such extent…

Lucien looks at my astonished expression without surprise, and his slender fingers carefully move aside the instrument adorned with numerous electrode patches.

Lucien: There are two hundred couples in this experiment. The organizers will track and record them.

Lucien: After sampling the brainwaves, research institutions will verify how the brainwaves of both partners change when they experience emotions.

Sampling brainwaves... I can't help but recall that summer day in the village filled with lotus flowers, where Lucien and I wore special devices while picking lotus.

(T/N: Reference to Lotus Date!)

MC: No wonder! I had a feeling that the device looked familiar. Is it similar to the one we used to measure brainwaves in the lotus village?

Perhaps recalling that same scene, Lucien flashes a faint smile.

Lucien: Indeed similar, but this time, the experiment will include additional measurement parameters to facilitate comparison with the established standards.

Lucien: This is the responsibility I need to oversee—requires precision but is quite relaxed, and won't interfere with our personal schedules.

MC: Hehe, since you say so, I'm going to willfully enjoy your time~

The coffee machine chimes, and I bring two cups of warm coffee, joining Lucien on the sofa.

The already warmed room is filled with the aroma of coffee, and our body temperatures exchange while snuggling together.

MC: No work, no worries, and with you by my side, I'm just too happy~

Lucien blows on the hot coffee, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of 'distress'.

Lucien: It's just a pity that this coffee is a bit too hot and I can't finish it quickly.

Lucien: Although it's still early, we've been on the road all day today, worn out and weary from the journey.

Lucien: I think we can allow ourselves to rest early and recharge.

His voice lowers, steady and gentle, like an unspoken tacit invitation. I instinctively lean in closer.

MC: Let's take a short nap then.

I take Lucien's hand as we rise, lazily leaning against his shoulder as we head towards the bedroom.

In front of the bedroom, Lucien gently holds my chin, gently kissing the corner of my lips. Only then does he push open the door. After that, he pauses slightly.

MC: What's wrong?

With confusion, I looked at the door and froze in place.

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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [05:58]

The master bedroom is empty; not only is there no bed, but there is also no furniture inside.

The fleeting sleepiness completely vanishes in an instant. I exchange a glance with Lucien, then we both tacitly turn around and walk towards the other rooms of the villa.

Until we return to the bedroom again, wearing identical puzzled expressions on our faces.

MC: This seems to be the only bedroom… The other rooms are decorated normally, and there are no other empty spaces.

Lucien: Same here.

Lucien knocks on the wall, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

Lucien: No furniture in the storage room could be used as a bed, and none of the sofas are convertible.

MC: ...Could it be a mistake on the part of the organizers?

Lucien: Continuing to speculate won't get us anywhere. We might as well just ask them directly.

On the side, Lucien has already taken out his phone and dialed a number.

Lucien: This is Lucien.

Lucien: Yes, we've encountered some issues…

I wait anxiously for the outcome of the conversation. When Lucien hangs up the phone, he shakes his head with a wry smile.

Lucien: Just been informed that we're also on the list of experiment participants, and the empty bedroom is part of the experiment.

Lucien: The organizers said we can go to the furniture store to choose the furniture we need, and they will cover the expenses.

I raise an eyebrow, unable to resist a quiet grumble.

MC: Nowadays, the responsibilities of scientific consultants are increasing. In addition to supervising experiment sampling, they also have to personally get involved…

MC: We'll have to make sure they get a raise for all this!

Just a moment ago, I was indulging in fantasies of a leisurely vacation life, but reality quickly gave me a small "shock".

I scratch my hair in frustration, while Lucien's gaze remains fixed on my face, seemingly studying my expression.

(And also 'studying' her color too, because MC's mood and emotions affect her 'colors'; i think this experiment regarding emotions will be interesting in his eyes 🥺)

Lucien: Your current mood perfectly validates the effectiveness of their experimental variables. Doesn't it?

He reaches out and patiently smoothes out the tousled hair I've messed up, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.

Lucien: However, it's our freedom to choose whether to participate in the experiment or not. If you're unwilling, there's no need for this classmate to worry, you can just tell me directly.

His gaze is focused and gentle, smoothing away the slight irritation in my heart that arose from the change in our status.

Even though the vacation I had envisioned was about lazily spending time with Lucien…

Having him by my side to participate in this somewhat challenging experiment might lead to even more interesting things happening.

With that in mind, I meet Lucien's gaze and smile at him.

MC: Let's participate!

MC: It's just a small experiment about emotions, I won't be led around by it.

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The vehicle comes to a stop at the entrance of the furniture exhibition. Through the large glass walls, the bright and clean exhibition area can be vaguely seen.

On a giant poster, the activity slogan is written: "From loss to rebuilding emotional resonance."

Below the posters, many couples are trying out various styles of furniture, chatting and laughing together.

MC: Ah, this ergonomic chair goes so well with the contemplative design of the bookcase in the villa! How about getting two chairs in different colors?

Lucien: Hmm, the leather on this sofa is very soft, and the crescent-shaped design is quite unique. Would you like to come and lie down with me?

With our shopping list edited and revised, we've almost explored the entire exhibition area of large furniture stores. Unconsciously, the subtle emotions from earlier have already transformed into joy.

As I walk and browse, a model room catches my attention.

From the curtains to the carpet, the model room exudes a strong Bohemian style.

As artificial sunlight streams through the openwork curtains, the light filters in patches, while the knots sway gently, creating the illusion of being in a Central European inn.

I sit on a chair woven from unfamiliar grasses and wood, swaying gently, while holding hands with Lucien, our hands swaying along with the motion.

MC: [smile softly] I feel like I might have grasped a bit of the organizer's intention.

Lucien: Because you encountered some designs that piqued your interest?

MC: Mm, anyway, the visual enjoyment at this moment is wonderful. Like there are pieces of furniture with a nomadic style and—

My hand reaches out towards the dream catcher hanging above, then slowly glides towards Lucien, who is seated beside me.

MC: And amidst all these flowers and greenery, there's the handsome Professor Lucien~

Lucien gently leans to the side, pressing his cheek against the palm of my outstretched hand. Just then, the deliberately subdued argument shattered our sweet atmosphere.

Boy: I told you that this chair wouldn't be comfortable for you to work in, why did you still buy it?

Girl: By your picky selection, we won't even have time to change the furniture tonight, and will end up sleeping on the floor.

MC: ….?

My attention involuntarily shifts towards the arguing couple, and my swaying legs come to a halt.

I casually get up and walk closer, pretending to be nonchalant as I carefully examine the vase in front of me.

Boy: Then blame the experiment, stop picking on me.

Girl: Wasn't it you who wanted to participate in this experiment in the first place? And I came along just to accompany you, didn't I?

MC: ...Did these two argue because of this experiment?

Fortunately, they quickly noticed the increasing number of glances and, after calming down, resumed their conversation in low voices.

My fingertips trace the patterns on the vase when suddenly, a slender and beautiful hand picks up the vase.

A familiar warmth envelops me from behind, as I hear Lucien's soft smiling whisper close to my ear.

Lucien: You seem to really like this vase. How about it, should we buy it and take it home?

My attempt to eavesdrop is exposed by Lucien. I blush, quickly taking the vase from his hand and placing it back where it was.

MC: (blushes and averts eyes) Ahem, it's not like I was intentionally eavesdropping. the voices just seemed to find their way into my ears.

As I speak, I pull him along with a guilty conscience, until we're far enough away for that tense atmosphere to dissipate around us.

Thinking about what just happened, I can't help but compare it to my usual interactions with Lucien.

Even when there are conflicts, it seems like Lucien and I have never slipped into impatience, blaming each other, or avoiding responsibility.

MC: Lucien, I always feel like your emotions are consistently stable…

Lucien: Hm? Why do you suddenly say that?

MC: It's just that when I saw others arguing because of negative emotions influencing each other... I couldn't help but think about myself.

I wrap my arm around Lucien's and give it a gentle shake.

MC: You see, when I'm in front of you, it seems like I've never had any qualms about restraining my emotions.

MC: Because I know that you'll accept all my happiness and unhappiness without reservation.

Lucien squeezes my fingertips and chuckles softly.

Lucien: Of course, that's also something I find intriguing. I'm really fond of your emotions.

MC: Well, if that's the case... then if I could convey more of my happy emotions to you—

MC: Would that make you even happier?

The air is filled with the scent of new wooden furniture, vibrant colors surrounding us. We stroll as if in a bustling campsite nestled within a forest.

Lucien's dark eyes curve as he holds my fingertips.

Lucien: On the contrary, I feel that every human emotion is necessary.

Lucien: The different emotions you display are like refracted rays of exceptionally beautiful and intricate colorful light, which arouses my curiosity deeply—

Lucien: And makes me even more eager to explore the ever-changing and blending patterns of these lights.

Lucien: Like right now.

As if to validate his words, his gaze casts down slightly, and he places a tender kiss on my fingertips.

Even amid the bustling surroundings, I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat, and I can see the happiness in his eyes.

A corner of my heart reverberates, my emotions becoming clearer, and I can vividly feel that we share the same frequency of emotions at this moment.

Uncontrollably, I just want to make this happiness linger longer on his face.

MC: That being said, I still want to try to become "happier" first. After all, I also want to make you happier.

I make a cheering gesture, and a handsome curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] Looks like this little lady is full of momentum.

Lucien: In response, I'll also pay closer attention to the emotional feedback I receive from you.

With a smile, Lucien takes the retrieval card from the staff, as the dusk casts its golden glow enchantingly, illuminating the tips of his hair.

Lucien: The purchased furniture is all packed up, and the "bedroom makeover" is still awaiting us.

Lucien: Let's go, back to our home.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

[pinkierre]

bookshop owner pierre x english teacher charles | piarles drabble for darling @softiecharlie

[She got what was coming to her because she sucks.] 

Pierre chuckles at the comment Charles had scribbled into the margins of the book he had borrowed. 

When Charles asked him for a copy of his favourite book, Pierre was slightly hesitant. They’ve been friends for so long now, and you’d think as a bookshop owner (Pierre) and English teacher (Charles) they’d have exchanged so many books over the years. But for some reason, Pierre’s only read all the things Charles had ever recommended, but it’s never been the other way around.

Until now. 

Charles’ handwriting is messy and barely legible. He’s tried to cram way too many words per line, trying to keep his pen strokes off of the words of the actual story. It’s endearing to Pierre.

He can just see Charles, sitting at his desk at work, a pen between his teeth as he thinks up his commentary on the text he’s reading. 

It’s been a while since Pierre read this particular book, so he was due a reread anyway, and Charles’ comments are making it a whole new experience. 

[That’s cute.] 

Pierre makes mental notes on the things his friend comments on. Maybe it’s dumb, but the commentary is giving him ideas and plans to put into execution when Pierre can finally muster up the courage to tell Charles how he really feels. 

He’s sucked in now. It’s a Friday afternoon and business is slow, so he’s propped up behind the till and nose deep tucked inside of the pages. 

[The MC finally makes the right choice, oh my, I’ve been waiting for this.] 

Pierre has made it two thirds into the book now, starting only this morning. He keeps getting interrupted by clients who want to buy stacks of books, so he’s definitely complaining, but he wants to go back to the story of one of his favourite books, narrated by his favourite human. Though each happy customer brings a smile to his face. [This is how I feel about you, Pierre.]

His hearts skips a beat as he lets the words sink in. His finger frantically goes back through the line of words that precede the narration. 

“It’s as if everything falls into place whenever I see his face.” 

Pierre feels his body temperature rise what feels like a million degrees. Could it be…? No, no, it couldn’t… Charles couldn’t possibly feel the same… 

Or maybe he does. Maybe, with the direction their friendship has taken over the past few months. It wasn’t only Pierre who made the hugs longer, the hands linger and the eyes locked on each other. It is a two-way street as they say.

With a heart rate of well over 160bpm he reads on. The notes becoming more and more like full-on declarations of love. 

It’s been a while since Pierre has managed to burn through a book at this speed. The store should’ve closed two hours ago, but he hasn’t even gotten up to change the sign in the door. Thankfully, no one’s come in to disturb him. 

He turns to the last page and his breath hitches once again. 

[I love you x]

It’s at that moment that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He fishes it out and is greeted by a picture of Charles smiling up at him. He feels his face morph into a smirk as he answers the call. 

“Hey, I’ve just finished the book. Want to grab dinner?” 

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Daisy, my love. Can you believe it? I finally wrote your amazing prompt into a drabble. I would've loved to expand on this I just didn't have the timeframe for it unfortunately. But I definitely wanted to write you something for your birthday, so here it is! Happy birthday, darling! I wish you the bestest day! I have said it before, but you really are amazing, both as a person and as an artist. Your writing, whether poems or stories is absolutely amazing. I love you!!!!!

[crowaftermidnight]

{Solomon x bottom!m!mc | comedy| masturbation, blowjob, self masturbation, public sex | Minors DNI}

After class hour

Solomon and MC were preparing a potion during after-school hours inside a RAD classroom. The sorcerer asked Diavolo's permission and proposed that MC assist him during the preparation. The boy willingly agreed and the two were trying their hand at preparing the potion.

Solomon was adding the various ingredients while MC was reading them to him from a dusty old book along with the various dosages. Occasionally MC would see some students passing by who had been late or were cleaning classrooms, which they were supposed to do once they finished preparing.

In boredom he sighed noisily, but the sorcerer remained focused on preparation. The boy looked out of the corner of his eye at Solomon, tapping his fingers on the surface of the desk. "Solomon."

No response.

"Sol"

The sorcerer continued to observe the cauldron, lost in thought. "Bunny, will you listen to me?"

"Bunny" Solomon stifled a laugh and turned back to MC, wondering what the boy could possibly want from him.

"I'm getting slightly bored."

"Soon the potion will be ready and we can leave"

MC grunted loudly, going back to reading the book. About twenty minutes had passed when Solomon exulted victoriously holding a cruet containing the potion in his hand.

"Hooray" MC sarcastically muttered, closing the book. By now there was not a soul inside the school.

A somewhat unhealthy idea flashed through the mind of the boy, who sat on the desk, spreading his legs apart. "Tinkerbell, come here for a second"

Solomon placed the cruet on the desk, approaching the boy, who brought his arms around his neck, drawing him to himself. He chuckled, encircling his sides with his arms. "What now?"

He leaned in to kiss him, and the sorcerer immediately reciprocated, smiling against his lips. "You're in a good mood today." MC continued to kiss him, making space for his tongue inside the sorcerer's mouth, caressing his tongue with his. Solomon was surprised by that attitude in a public place, but by now the school was deserted and they could linger a little longer.

Solomon was enjoying those kisses when one of MC's hands slipped from his shoulder down to his belt, leaving him interjected for a second. "You little brat, what would you like to do?" MC grunted, looking at the sorcerer. "I'd like to play cards with your pants. What do you think?"

Solomon laughed and MC had given him a murderous look. "Would you like to tell me that you want to-? You mean here?"

"Oh, please, since when are you so demure?"

The sorcerer was trying to hold back laughter while MC raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to continue yes or no?" he asked him impatiently.

Solomon cleared his throat "Yes my beloved pupil."

This time MC stifled a laugh, kicking him, making him whisper 'ouch'. "Why are you always such an asshole?"

The sorcerer reached out to MC to kiss him again, taking his face in his hands. "Because you like it when I do that."

MC returned his hand to the belt of the sorcerer's pants, and this time Solomon did not comment. However he snapped his fingers and obscured their presence, murmuring 'just in case' and resumed kissing the boy, this time bringing his hands under the shirt of the school uniform.

MC was unfastening the belt of his pants, while Solomon was lingering on the boy's skin, running his slightly cool hands over his nipples, making him shiver. "I hope you are happy to see me," MC murmured against the sorcerer's mouth as he lowered the zip of his pants.

"Same to you."

Solomon took off his pants, remaining only in his boxers, and MC pulled him toward him, letting him tower above the school desk. Then another unhealthy idea flashed through his mind. "Why don't we move to the professor's desk?"

"You want to do dirty things right."

"Move."

MC got off the desk and walked over to the professor's desk, sitting on it. Solomon followed him and MC pulled him toward him, letting him overpower him again. The two boys were kissing and Solomon unzipped MC's pants, leaving him with only his boxers on as well. The pants ended up on the floor.

They both unbuttoned the rest of their uniforms, removing them and throwing them to the floor. Solomon immediately jumped on MC to kiss his neck and go lower and lower, reaching down to his groin, noticing the boy's arousal inside his boxers.

He caught the boy's boxers with his teeth and lowered them slowly, uncovering the boy's aroused cock. MC, still with his head on the desk, almost asked him what he was doing, but then he stifled a moan of pleasure and laughter as Solomon took his arousal with his mouth and began to suck it voraciously, taking it completely with his mouth and tickling it with his tongue, moving it inside his throat.

The boy brought his legs around the sorcerer's neck and he began to devour him more insistently. He could feel the boy's arousal getting harder and harder in his mouth touching the bottom of his throat, and his own was getting harder as well. He took off his boxers, revealing his sex fully aroused and ready, but he wanted to continue to pleasure the boy.

Solomon brought one hand to his warm,hard cock and started touching himself, while MC made moans of pleasure as he felt how he was devouring him, his tip and length moving inside his warm, wet throat. "Look how hungry my Tinkerbell is."

Solomon was stimulating the tip of MC's erection with his tongue and his own with a finger, stroking them slowly. MC curved his back and let out a moan of pleasure as Solomon left his now wet cock and advanced toward him, going to kiss him while MC bit his lip.

The sorcerer went inside MC and started moving, pervaded by pleasure. Both moved against each other's bodies, Solomon increased the force of his thrusts and MC began to moan more forcefully, so much so that the sound of his voice had echoed inside the empty classroom. Solomon giggled, moaning along with the boy.

"You're being a loudmouth because they can't hear us."

"I was going to do it anyway."

Solomon was tempted to break the spell to test MC, but he did not want to risk getting caught and getting into trouble. Instead, he continued to move inside him, bringing one hand to the boy's sex and beginning to touch his rather obvious erection. It was so warm and hard to the touch.

MC unconsciously spread his legs under his touch, putting his needy cock more and more in view, letting the sorcerer take care of it. His now-warm hand moved with more intensity around his legs, causing MC to moan with pleasure and cum.

Solomon continued to move inside him, moaning against MC's ear, letting the boy bite him everywhere, scratching along his back, then let go, catching his breath. MC continued kissing him, this time softly, and Solomon giggled, holding him close and reversing positions. "How tender you get after doing it."

"Says the one who is caressing my hair."

MC rested his head against his chest, listening to the sorcerer's heart rumbling like crazy. "We should go now."

"Five minutes" Solomon murmured, resting his head against the desk, catching his breath.

"You know, we really should do certain things in other places."

"Muttered the pupil who proposed doing it on the professor's desk."

"Idiot."

MC left one last kiss on the sorcerer's lips and got off the desk, dressing himself. Solomon also dressed, leaving a kiss on MC's forehead, who pinched his arm. "Hurry up, you have to take me home," and left the classroom. Solomon chuckled, taking the book and potion and then disappearing past the door.

[reilliane]

starting this off with I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR WRITING especially Vigil and the 4NEMO series’ :D all of your series’ are amazing but i like those the best !!!

ok now onto the brainrot if you don’t mind <33

thinking about vigil!mc running into the soldiers who put her on her deathbed

thinking about ayato finding out who’d (and this works in the original au and the au where she lives) killed vigil!mc or put her on her deathbed oh dear

thinking about kazuha running into them as well and how he’d react

thinking about thoma and vigil!mc’s relationship!!! they’ve always given off the same vibes to me honestly

thinking about when sayu finds out vigil!mc had died :(

thinking about what the interactions between vigil!mc and yae miko would be like

thinking about how kujou sara would feel seeing vigil!mc again after she (at least i assume it was her ? unless it was . takayuki ?) had relayed raiden shogun’s order to kill kazuha’s close relatives

thinking about what tomo and vigil!mc’s relationship was like :( we don’t know much about tomo’s family and his general background but i feel like they’d be really good friends (?) or something along those lines

thinking about vigil!mc and how her relationships would be like with literally every genshin character ever because her and kazuha travelling the world together !!!!

GENERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT VIGIL!MC AND UR VIGIL SERIES i love her so much

i will do the same thing for 4NEMO soon >:)

(also can i pls become 🧦 anon?? :0)

Why thank you, 🧦 dear, thank you, I'm glad they're to your liking :>

You gave me a lot of brainrots I see anD I SHALL INDULGE IN THEM ALL-

Post-Resolve where Vigil!MC survives and her brother's no longer a criminal thus the punishment is abolished, when she sees those who drove the spears to her heart, she would just- you know. Smile sadly. Which is very Vigil!MC. She understands that they're acting on orders, after all.

THOMA AND VIGIL!MC OMG YES, YES, SWEETHEARTS, TWO PEAS IN A POND. WHEN ANYONE SEES THEM THEY'RE BLINDED BY LIGHT AND PRETTY FLOWERS. If one helps out the other you can bet that their conversation will go, "Thank you, let me help you, too!" "Oh, I'm fine!" "I insist!" "I'm really fine, I appreciate it!" "I REALLY WANT TO HELP!" "AND I'M REALLY GRATEFUL BUT I'M OKAY!" "PLEASE??" "PLEASE, TOO??" lmao

SAYUUUUUUUUUU- oh she would be so sad... for once she's not lazing around when she visits MC's grave and places dendrobiums. She will linger around there in silence. Sometimes she'll lay down. You know, back when MC let her sleep on her lap... :'))

Yae Miko would honestly be a bit, I dunno, exasperated with Vigil!MC in the sense that she can't stand her goodness lmao- MC's just too good and kind to a fault. Also because I can bet that Yae would've probably set up pranks to set MC off but nothing worked PAHAH- don't ever underestimate the patience of an older sibling. MC's immune.

Now, Sara. Mm, delicious interaction. I'll shed some light upon it on the next irodori short featuring Vigil!MC and the rest!

Tomo... (๑′̥̥̥▵‵̥̥̥ ૂ๑) SNIFF TOMOOOO 〒▽〒 I also like to imagine that he's a year younger than MC but doesn't act like it at all (remember how he refers to her simply by her name aha) lmao. They have a good relationship together. He's also sort of a snitch AHAHAJSDHKA- say little Kazuha's gotten in danger and made him promise not to tell MC? Sorry, Kazuha. "He nearly fell off the cliff at Ritou." (︶︹︺) Kazuha's betrayed face lmao = ಠ╭╮ಠ

(inhales) VIGIL!MC IS SUCH AN ANGEL EVERYONE WOULD LOVE HER Its impossible not to be mad at her either- She walks around with flowers all over she could be the dendro archon /LH

Now omg can I say thank you?? These are wonderful prompts that brought a smile on my face in my rather gloomy week adjdsadsad. I'm so happy Vigil!MC's well-received (❁´◡`❁)

[briarrosescurse]

i play the xiang route bc i can’t resist long hair male wench but specifically projecting onto mc as depression hole cope wife and the only thing that happens is my brain turned into gelatinous goo and i was never able to open the game again without punching drywall and then punching drywall again in an unending cycle of playboy route agony

and also chanyu or briar route bc ive always wanted 2 had my asscheeks impersonally delivered to me in a cardboard box by a dark haired baddy that wants nuthing to do with me (still wants nothing 2 do with me by the end)

vy i love u so much do u know that, my wonderful angelcake and love of my life. also im putting this under the cut bc i like to talk

xiang route

general outlook: as people may not have assumed so ! xiang's route is a tough cookie and def not one of the easier ones. not harder than briar's route but absolutely up there under "stop giving the players a headache". but i'm taking what you said and imagining xiang taking an interest in you, the mc, because of your depression cope wife holexistence rather apparently disinterested behavior. he likes it when they play the cold shoulder, after all! though i feel that his route would be a very exciting one that makes u look forward to what happens next; it's never not lively without him and he just makes the dialogue so awfully funny and witty, you could make whole ass compilations out of just "things that xiang says in his route that i cannot get out of my mind".

it's not that hard to get the right answers with him, at the start, but the more it follows down the road of coming to a deciding point of what ending ur getting, it def gets harder. he either shuns you out like many others, because he just. might end up treating u like any other fling. or he'll want you to stay with him, but of course, getting to that point where he even considers that possibly is almost. painstakingly hard.

surprisingly though, i don't think the answers that indicate the most obvious interest in him would instantly lead to a good ending. i think it actually requires a balance...? of not. coming on too strongly and not vanishing from the face of earth. he is a bit of a tough cookie because he isn't always easy to read, but i feel that it'll pay off.

good ending: copium good ending is xiang is ur malewife and he loves u and cherishes u and shows u that every day somehow a good ending with xiang makes me picture a very toothy grin on his face, nearly smug, but genuine enough in itself, very telling of how happy it seems to make him that ur here with him. of course, nothing's ever perfect, but it seems that saying 'i love you' isn't anymore an intimidating feat as it was before, for him.

bad ending: of course, for that there are a multitude of options LMAO but it would def fall in the line of. xiang ending up just shoving u into a corner of 'like anyone else' and not heeding u any mind anymore. kinda just. lost his interest. he felt no spark. and he doesn't intend to linger around with u any longer. so he just kinda fucks off and moves on with his life - even if you express a strong dislike for that. but really? not his problem anymore. he can find someone else who would love to have fun with him <3

chanyu route

general outlook: if i had to give his route a difficulty rating, it would be an intermediate one? LIKE. he is not. as horribly emotionally messed up. but at the same time, he isn't someone who is impressed easily either. he is just. kinda there. but his route is fun. its interesting. i feel like u get a lot of entertaining moments with him and it hardly feels like it gets dragged out too long or is too bland. I DONT KNOW i just think his route is fun to play <3 go ham and entertain the buff man <3

i just think that in order to get the most out of the route, you just kinda have to keep his interest...? sort of show him that you're worth investing in, in a sense. if that makes any sense? like at the start, he def has hardly any interest in you, no signs of favoritism, no nothing. it's really You who has to get the ball rolling or nothing. is gonna roll at all here.

i think the tone of the route would have an interesting balance between being very entertaining but also exploring some rather. grim, darker sides. (think of how the og movie and its shift tone.) i just feel like that would be very interesting to see and feel out hehe.

good ending: what's a good ending with chanyu...? i feel that there isn't much to be said or done, in that case, since his. priorities do not lie with romance. i dont think there is rlly much happening, but i would like to imagine that the emphasis lies with how your relationship changed with him in the course of the route...? from someone for whom he didn't spare a second glance for to someone for whom he holds in high regard... i want that there is. a genuine sense of having build a bond... camaraderie except ur smooching ur fellow bro on occasion.

bad ending: u get murked by him, a classic <3 LMAO IM KIDDING BUT BUT. i think a bad ending with chanyu is one where. anything of the above mention just doesn't happen or dissolves...? perhaps even goes entirely south and you're left with an enemy made. i feel like his route in general is a lot more plot action, so i'd argue that there is a very. climatic moment in this ending, where ur on opposing sides with him. i have no idea, frankly, but. huh. looks like the u get murked by him ending rlly isnt that far off then.

briar route is here!

[liastavernofstorytelling]

"A sweet goodbye" pt.2

Simeon x Mc

Obey Me Fanfic

Read part 1 before reading

"E-eh? but I haven't done cleaning yet-"

"No buts! We can clean together later."

"ah...if you say so."

You quickly find the first aid medkit on the shelf, thanks to you working in this place for a short time you know where they all keep the important things. You force Simeon to sit on the chair, you grab one for yourself as you gently grab his hand, the wound was slightly bleeding so you take a cloth and patted it on his wound.

"You know...mc."

He suddenly speaks as you clean his wound.

"Yes?" You respond while focusing, "When I found out I was no longer an angel I felt...terrified the moment I realized I became a human..."

You sat there quietly listening to him, you know how it feels to become human too, but as for Simeon's situation, it was difficult for him to get used to things at first. He was stumbling all over and failing, but he never gave up. He had this gentle smile on his face whenever things don't go as he planned, he was still the same angel you fell for. But as a human, your feelings never changed, it still felt the same as it was in the past.

Even if you felt the same as him on being a human, you still feel miserable 'how could they punish him like this? He was just trying to protect me' That flew into your head, for you, Simeon deserves the world, hes rather clumsy like you but the way he handled things were extraordinary in your eyes. You felt the same as him and yet his experience was much different than yours.

"This isn't very in character of me mc, but I have never been scared like that. I know you often see me as a bright person, and I think Solomon thinks that as well too. But I know the two of you know how I feel, even if I don't show it that much."

"mhm..." Later, you apply some alcohol, making him wince in pain, "sorry." you quickly apply the ointment right after, and ending it with a bandaid.

After that you sat there in silence, "If it weren't for you...I would have been hanging on by a thread right now mc." Your gaze turn to him by surprise, you try to speak but words are unable to come out. "You don't need to respond, I'm happy as long as you're here beside me."

"And...I know that you were expecting a kiss a while ago didn't you?" Your eyes widen as you cover your face with your hand. "Wh...what are you talking about..." You mumble under your breath, followed by a chuckle, Simeon was trying to hold his laughter. "What are you giggling for?"

"Nothing, but do you really meant what you said?" He says, you turn away trying to get your head together. "No..." You mumble, "What?"

"I said..."

"No."

He chuckles once more, he gives you a gentle smile. He leans towards you once more pulling you closer to him. "I may not be an angel, but I feel like I'm being sinful right now." He adds. You put your hand on his chest slowly as the both of you get caught up in the the moment.

"I maybe human now, but atleast I can spend the rest of my life with you." His soft spoken voice echoes through your ears as Simeon slowly gets closer and closer by the second, you close your eyes, the next thing you know, a warm pair of lips meets yours. Your mind goes blank as Simeon kisses you passionately.

He lets go as he opens his eyes, cupping your cheek and caressing it softly, his hand on your skin sends you a burst of warmth that you have never felt before. You felt so hot, this feeling lingers onto you as he stares at you gently.

"I love you, mc. I want to spend my human life with you until the very end. I wish to spend it with you, and with you only, so...will you take me as your lover...?"

The sudden confession drives you nuts onto your very core. "I..."

You take the moment to breath.

"I love you too!!"

You joyfully jump into his arms as he catches you just in time, "I...I've always liked you Simeon...you might not know this but I've had a huge crush on you ever since I saw you..." You mumble the last words under you breath but knowing Simeon, he probably heard it clearly, you can't do anything but feel embarassed by your sudden confession.

"I already know that mc."

"Wh..what?!"

"I knew it long before, Asmodeus told me."

You cover your face once again. 'darn you Asmo! I thought we were bestfriends!!' You look away in embarassment. You can't believe Asmo would betray you and tell Simeon your feelings before even having to confess properly, now you feel dumb at this very moment.

"Don't feel so embarassed...when Asmodeus told me that you liked me back then, I was delighted to hear that, because I liked you too."

"You're too honest sometimes..." You grab ahold of him and give him a quick peck on the lips. Before running away from it, he grabs your arms while holding your waist and pulls you again for a longer kiss. "Why are you trying to run away dear? You are rather very adorable.." He kisses you again.

*knock* *knock*

A sudden knock was heard as the both of you pulled away, you both turn to see a familiar sillhoute ruining your moment with Simeon. You both fix yourselves and walk to the door, you and Simeon steal a glance indicating that he wasn't done with you yet, seeing this side of him sends shivers down your bones.

You finally open the door as an unexpected guest has arrived, he was wearing his usual coat and a scarf around his neck. He waves at you as well as Simeon who was cleaning up the mess earlier. "Hey there, long time no see!" He gave a pleasuring smile.

"Welcome to the cafe Solomon, you can have a seat right after I clean this up." Simeon greets him as a guest in his cafe, you wave at him and gave him a welcoming smile. "It seems you two are the only ones here."

"Did you not see the closed sign?" You gave him a glare, he just laughs not answering your question, obviously he saw it, but he was rather mischiveous enough to act like the closed sign didn't exist. "So..what brings you here?" Simeon appears behind you as he just finished cleaning.

"I just wanted to have a talk with my old friends, its been quite lonely with me making spells and potions by myself, and here you two are, hanging out without me." He gives you two a disapponted look, both you and Simeon chuckle at him.

"Alright, but there are times you should not be visiting though, that closed sign isn't a free entrance you know, but as your friend I'll give you a free cup of coffee to talk over with." Simeon says as he winks at you, you blush slightly.

Solomon coughs as Simeon goes to the back to prepare coffee, you and Solomon go to the table to talk, after a few minutes coffee has been served, the three of you chat over a freshly made cup of coffee to your liking. The overwhelming thoughts finally subsides as you know that Simeon and Solomon will always be there for you, and you will be there for them as well.

You might miss devildom, nevertheless you can always visit Diavolo, Barbatos and the 7 brothers, you sure miss them a lot. You hope one day you get to spend your time there again, now that you and Simeon are together, you feel a lush of relief as the man you always wanted to be with is finally yours. Human or not, you'd always love him no matter what, and that's the most important thing you have in your mind right now and forever.

The End.

[wildberryjams]

belly of the beast | bruno x mc | 7100+ words | read on ao3

warnings: mild gore, injury, demons, ghosts, general haunted house things (no one dies)

a/n: There's a longer note on AO3 so I'll just keep it brief: I love writing Bruno, I'm mad at myself for not seeing the light sooner, I miss the S4 crew & Happy Halloween! ♡

"Is this the place?" Thabi asks with a squeak.

Paloma glances up from the decaying map to the decaying house in the center of the decaying woods.

"Think so."

"You can't be serious," Bruno says, head hanging out of the window. "One look at this house and I know people have died here. The vibes are fucking rotten."

"I agree with Bruno," Najuma nods, eyes wide. "I'm not setting a foot inside that house."

"Look, guys, I know this isn't ideal, but the faster we get in, the faster we know if it's salvageable," Paloma sighs, leaning into the drivers' side window.

"The faster we get out," Will adds from the passenger seat. "Paloma's right."

The van erupts into groans, but Angie shouts before it can devolve into an argument.

"I don't like this either, but we agreed that we're here to support Paloma," Angie says in tandem with the door lock. "She's our friend, she needs help, and we're here to do that. End of."

That seemed to boost everyone's spirits, but the atmosphere outside of the van is eerily quiet. There've been no signs of human life for miles now.

Even the woods speak in a hushed tone, the sound of the wind barely rustling the leaves.

Yawning, Paloma takes a moment to stretch her legs as her friends slide out of the van.

"Mask? Mask?" Thabi asks, handing out crisp surgical masks fresh from the pack.

"What if I wanted to die of asbestos poisoning?" Bruno jokes with a fake pout.

"Let's not," Will shakes their head. "And say we didn't."

"Party pooper."

"With the look of this place, you'll probably have plenty of opportunities to die here," Najuma says, securing her bun with a brightly colored scarf.

"I personally think a Looney Tunes death is the only way Bruno's going out," Paloma laughs, sliding boot covers onto her sneakers.

"You know... you're right. I hope it's a banana peel," Bruno grins. "Classic."

"Or Final Destination," Angie adds, pinching her mask down to show her playful smile.

"No way," Thabi shakes her head. "I've never been able to look at planes the same."

"Or cars. Or roller coasters. Or bridges. Or tanning beds," Najuma murmurs, earning a shoulder nudge from Angie.

As they finish up grabbing their cleaning supplies and protective gear, Paloma notices that Will's stopped speaking.

It wouldn't be uncharacteristic for them to be quiet... if they weren't staring up at the house, eyes wide, chest heaving.

Paloma inches up next to him, calling his name softly.

"Will? Hey, Will? Willem –"

He jolts, nearly losing his footing. "Uh, I – uh. Did you... see that?"

"See what?"

"In the window." They point a shaky finger towards the top floor.

There's nothing there.

"Can you see her?"

"Will... You're scaring me," Paloma chuckles weakly, trying to keep her voice down.

She doesn't want to spook the others – they're on edge as is.

Will turns his head towards her, his eyes lingering on the window till the last minute, deep brown irises meeting her own.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," they say with a smile that doesn't meet their eyes. "Don't mention this to the others?"

"Of course," Paloma nods, pulling them into a hug. "Babes, if you need to wait in the car, don't hesitate."

He nods, takes a shaky breath. "Yeah. Thanks. I'm gonna splash some water on my face. Maybe I'm just sleepy."

"You're always sleepy," Bruno says from right behind them, hooking his arm around Will's neck. "Whoa, geezer, you all right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. No worries," Will mumbles unconvincingly, wandering off to the car.

Angie, Thabi, and Najuma join Paloma and Bruno at the foot of the stairs, staring upwards at the looming mansion, arms intertwined like they're moments from skipping down the yellow brick road.

"So, what's the game plan?" Bruno asks with a yawn.

Paloma glances over the bleeding ink of the map once more, before handing it off to her friends to inspect. She pulls out the letter she'd received that was paired with this map.

She'd only known of this house's existence for a couple of days, and her distant relative not much longer.

Great-aunt Ana Losada spent most of her life alone, from what Paloma gathered. Never married, never had children, never kept in contact long enough for family members to connect with her.

She's both a blindspot for the Losada family and a huge mystery.

So when a lawyer called her with information about a family member's will and testament, Great-aunt Ana was the last person on her mind.

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"A mansion? With everything in it?" Najuma asks, eyes big as plates.

"Yeah, it sounds too good to be true," Paloma shrugs, gulping down her pint. "I definitely annoyed them with how many times I asked if it was a prank."

"Maybe she thought you were the only person capable of taking on the responsibility?" Thabi asks, swirling her straw around her cocktail.

"Well if you ask me –" Bruno starts, but is immediately cut off by Angie.

"No one did."

"Rude. Anyway, my theory is that she taped your names onto a dartboard and called the first person she hit – wait," Bruno stops, cocks his head to the side. "She was ancient, right? Maybe she wrote your initials on bingo balls and cranked the handle till it spelled a name!"

"Paloma doesn't exactly fit on a board," Will shrugs.

"Angie, Thabi, and Bruno fit," Thabi pipes up with a buzzed giggle, counting on her fingers.

"Will does," Bruno grins. "Kinda. W-I-Free space-L-L. Wi...ll."

"Well, we're shit outta luck, babes," Najuma laughs, leaning over to hug Paloma.

"So much for the bingo theory," Bruno sighs.

"Have you seen the house yet?" Angie asks, lapping up the beer foam off her lip.

Paloma shakes her head. "No photos or anything. It's deep in the woods so I couldn't even find a street view of it online."

"That's really fucking bizarre, honestly," Angie quirks up a brow. "Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'm not comfortable with you going there alone."

The table murmurs in drunken agreement. It's hard to hold back a smile at her friends' love for her.

"Well, feel free to take anything in the house, really. I don't know what's in there, but mi casa es su casa." Paloma tips back the rest of her beer.

"You're thinking of selling it?" Will asks, seemingly a bit upset at the information.

"Well... yeah, I'm thinking about it. I wasn't going to move in or anything," Paloma draws circles in the condensation of her glass mug. "I... don't know anything about Aunt Ana. She's a stranger to me, you know what I mean?"

"Maybe she won't be after we visit," Will shrugs.

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"Let's do a sweep of the house and figure out the floor plan," Paloma starts once Will has joined them. "Then we can reconvene in the foyer – I'm assuming they have one – and go from there."

Bruno raises his hand.

"Yes, Bruno?"

"Am I allowed to, like, swat and/or smush and/or stomp bugs to death?"

"Well... yeah. Do you plan on, I dunno, breaking through the floorboards when you kill one?"

Bruno lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. "I wouldn't put it past me."

"Here." Thabi digs through her cleaning bucket, tossing him a pair of gloves and a can of bug spray.

"Thabi, if a spider tries to harm you, I'll literally lay down my life for you."

"What about me?" Najuma asks, hand on her hip.

"I can't die twice."

"Unfortunately," Najuma laughs with a roll of her eyes. "I'll remember that."

"Okay, okay, any other questions?" Paloma asks, reeling it back in.

"Yeah, who's that?" Bruno asks nonchalantly, pointing to the window.

Paloma's stomach drops. She chills over, goosebumps rising across her exposed skin.

It can't be what Will saw... right?

They all crane their necks back, back, back until the window is in sight –

"AERRRRGHHH OOGA BOOGA BOOGA –"

Bruno can barely get the last "booga" out before Angie has him in a headlock, and the entire group is booing him for his prank.

"Uncle! Tio! Onkel! Fuck – wujek!" He coughs when she releases him, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, I admit that wasn't my best joke."

"If you don't want to get curb stomped, I'd suggest shutting up from here on," Angie frowns, crossing her arms.

Bruno smiles apologetically. "I, uh, yeah. Sorry guys. I'll wait till we're safely in the car to be a nuisance."

"Can't wait for that," Paloma grins, and shoots him a thumbs up.

His smile stretches naturally this time, eyes crinkling at the corners. He seems relieved that at least she's forgiven him.

Digging the master key from her pocket, she takes the first step up the stairs, daring to keep going despite the wood creaking under her weight.

It takes her a few tries to get the key in the rusty lock, but when she does, it clicks and... pulls away from her, like the door has a mind of its own.

It folds inward, cre-e-e-aking till the thick wood thuds against the wall. It's dark despite how bright and early it is outside. Thick dark curtains block out any sun, blending into the nearly black walls, tinted with a subtle blue-green.

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, coated with cobwebs and an inch of dust.

Is it – swinging?

"You were right – there's a foyer!" Thabi says excitedly, dissolving the initial tension.

"Oh my days... with the right amount of TLC, this could be my dream home," Najuma muses, taking the first few steps into the house.

"Sounds like an offer to me," Bruno jokes almost timidly.

"In the middle of a creepy forest? I'm goth, yeah, but I'm not stupid," she hums, tugging at a tall lamp's string, grinning when it turns on.

The group begins venturing out into the foyer, small timid steps graduating into confident ones as they explore the first room.

"So, how are we doing this?" Angie asks, scanning the double staircase.

"Let's split up and look for clues!" Bruno says triumphantly, putting on his best Fred voice.

"You're literally Shaggy," Najuma stares at him with wide eyes. "You are so not Fred."

"I could be Fred – don't put me into a box, Najuma, I'm not a mime –"

While they bicker, Paloma reads over a part of the letter again.

"The house, and anything in it, is yours. However, I would implore you to treat the house with respect. Even though you are now the owner, you are still a guest: to me, and to the house. Be careful when moving things around as to avoid damaging the house and said possessions. All of the belongings in this house were precious to me and to whoever came before me. Sometimes the doors jam, and the pipes don't quite work, and the roof leaks when it rains. Either way, it's home. Maybe someday, you'll come to respect this house the way I've revered it for decades. Enjoy it while you can, because it's old and withered and might not withstand the weather for much longer. No one can take this house from you – remember that. Take care."

Paloma sighs and pockets the letter.

"This note tells me absolutely nothing except Aunt Ana wants me to keep the house from leechy landlords," she murmurs to Thabi, crossing her arms. "I guess we should go in pairs."

"Daphne, Velma –" Paloma points to Najuma and Thabi, respectively. "You take this floor."

"Shaggy, Velma's lesbian awakening –" She points to Bruno and Angie. "You take the second floor."

Angie is giggling still, and wraps a friendly arm around Bruno's waist. "Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with."

"And I guess that means that Fred –" Paloma gestures to Will, then herself, "– and Scooby are taking the top floor."

"It's not very Scooby-like to break up the Shagster and the... Scoobster," Bruno raises his hands with a dramatic lift of his shoulders. "We're supposed to be a team, you know."

"It's just one sweep. You're a big boy. You can handle it," Paloma winks. "Let's meet back here innnn..."

She checks her watch, and pouts. "Shit. I dunno. Just make a sweep and come back to this spot when you feel like you've got a good idea of the floor plan."

Shaking her wrist and slapping the face, Paloma frowns. She'd just gotten this watch as a self-indulgent treat, and it was already dead.

"Cheap piece of rubbish," she mutters.

"Race ya to the top?" Bruno grins at Angie, and swivels around to dart up the left staircase before she can react.

"Oh, you little cheating asshole –" Angie hisses, sprinting to the right staircase.

"You wish you could get a piece of this sweet tight ass –"

"I guess that just leaves us, huh?" Paloma says, finally turning to face Will.

She freezes, chest tightening. "Uh, Will?"

He's staring at the high ceiling, eyes slowly raking from left to right. His breath is labored, his hands trembling as he fists the fabric at his sides.

"Paloma, I..." They tear their gaze from the ceiling back to her. "Something's wrong here."

"Like the window?"

"Yeah," they say, taking a shaky inhale through their nose, exhaling through pursed lips.

Paloma runs a hand over her short buzzed hair. "Are you seeing anything now?"

"No... But –" he stops himself, and clamps his mouth shut, shaking his head like he's clearing it.

"I can *hear* something."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She feels something close to her – too close – almost  like it's... breathing down her neck. Right – behind – her.

She whips around just in time to feel the cool patch of air behind her shift away. There's nothing.

When she turns back to Will, he's still visibly scared, so she grabs one of his hands and squeezes comfortingly.

"Remember what you said a few minutes ago? The faster we get in –"

"– the faster we get out," they sigh, squeezing her hand back. "Yeah. Let's make it quick."

They climb the stairs Bruno and Angie raced up, discovering a small set of stairs to the top floor. It's creaky and quiet, and it's hard to see much of anything.

She hasn't let go of Will's hand yet, and they've made no move to loosen their grip either.

The small hallway has a few spare rooms and another door that's tucked away that presumably leads to the attic.

"Okay, can we, uh, head back now?" Will asks from behind her.

"Not yet, sorry. I'll just do a quick sweep, I promise," Paloma cranes her head back and gives him a gentle smile. "I'll open the door, scan the room, and move to the next one."

He nods, seemingly reassured.

The first door opens without a key – definitely a spare room with lots of knick knacks and whatever-the-hell else Aunt Ana wanted to lock away.

The second room was similar to the first, and so was the third. Half-filled spaces with things that weren't necessarily sentimental – just possessions.

"I guess she had a lot more rooms than she knew what to do with," Paloma sighs, throwing a look Will's way. "This is gonna be a lot to sort through, huh –"

Will slides a hand over her mouth and shushes her gently. Wordlessly, he points to the second room with a trembling hand.

The chair that once faced the window wobbles, newly flipped in their direction.

"It's her."

The attic door thumps behind them, like loud heavy fists rapping against the worn wood.

Paloma yelps, backing away with Will pressed up against her back. Thankfully, Will's legs are working and they tug her back towards the stairs.

Within minutes, they're all back in the foyer – Bruno and Angie banter and elbow each other, while Najuma and Thabi speak quietly with uneasy expressions.

"Should we tell them?" Paloma whispers to Will.

"Absolutely. I know I'd want someone to tell me," he says resolutely, confidence returning to his voice and gaze.

"Guys?" Thabi asks, voice low. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, 'bout what, love?" Bruno asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Something's off about this place," Najuma blurts. "I'm sorry, Paloma, but it's true. Thabi and I have felt off since we started snooping around."

"Najuma's right. It's like we're being watched or something," Thabi adds timidly.

"Huh? Are you both serious?" Angie asks, brows furrowed.

"One-hundred percent," Najuma says, holding Angie's gaze.

"I... saw something," Will says, clasping his hands in front of him, wringing them out like he's trying to physically push the fear from his body.

"When we turned off onto the unmarked road, I was already feeling a bit off, but I thought it was because I'm dead tired –" they suck in a sharp breath and shake their head vigorously. "When we pulled in, my stomach was churning... like I was frightened before I knew why."

They scan the room, making a point to make eye contact with each person, to prove they're not lying.

"I saw a lady in the window."

"You don't think it could've been a squatter?" Bruno asks sincerely.

"Out here?" Thabi asks, shakes her head, her curls swishing around her. "There's no way."

"We went upstairs and I saw her again. Same room, this time sitting down."

Will glances back down, this time at his hand, still firmly in Paloma's own.

"She was just sitting there – staring. I didn't get the vibe like I'd gotten before. This time it was like... she was warning us. Like she's giving us a chance to get out."

"I don't know about you all, but I'm not gonna die in here the day before Halloween," Najuma says, tearing her surgical gloves off and pocketing them.

"No one's dying," Angie rolls her eyes. "Look, I know this place is unsettling, but we drove all this way. We should at least take a thorough look before we run out screaming."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Will shrugs. "I'm spiritual, not religious, so I don't know if I can do anything about... whatever that is."

"Will's right. None of us are equipped for something like this," Paloma agrees, chewing her lip.

"Maybe we could stay right here and figure out what to do next," Bruno suggests. "We're not hurting any spirits if we don't leave the foyer, right?"

But will they hurt us? The question hangs in the thick air between them, an uneasy feeling spreading like wildfire.

They analyze the map again, and Thabi's limited knowledge she's gathered from giving tours helps them immensely – this is definitely a map that Aunt Ana has had for who knows how long.

And she decided to pass it and the house down to her great niece she's never met instead of trusting any other living relative to settle her affairs.

But that begged the question... who gave it to her? And why did she care so much about respecting the house and its contents?

The house creaks and moans around them, the walls breathing a quiet "Get out" with each new sound.

If the house is this lively in the morning, Paloma wants to stay far away from the nighttime.

"Should we split into groups of three this time? Maybe take the first two floors?" Angie asks, gesturing vaguely.

"Yeah, sounds good. Uh, let's just split it right down the middle to make it easy," Paloma murmurs, rereading the note for the tenth time.

"Okay Angie and Will, you're with me. We'll take this floor," Najuma beams, curling her arms around their necks, toothy grin in full bloom.

"Looks like Velma, Shaggy, and the Scoobster are reunited," Bruno pats both of them on the back gently.

Paloma waves to the other group, taking a moment to observe them before they go.

Angie is relaxed, a determined expression pulling her brows till they're furrowed in concentration. Najuma is somewhat relaxed, leaning against Will, seemingly trying to comfort him with touch.

And Will is... off. It's like some kind of darkness lingers, threatening to spill over at any moment. It's so wrong on them.

"What I'm still confused about is why the hell your Aunt left a note if it doesn't say much," Bruno says, scanning the note over Paloma's shoulders. "She didn't tell you anything about herself. Just kinda throws obvious info at you."

"Yeah, you're right," Paloma sighs. "I don't get it. Why me?"

"I dunno. Maybe she's on bad terms with everybody else in the family," Bruno shrugs. "From the looks of this place, she wasn't the social type."

"Maybe for good reason."

"Paloma... do you know how she died?"

She glances over at Thabi, who's wringing her hands at her waist.

"I mean... not really."

Bruno's eyes widened. "Wait, you have no idea how she died? Not even a newspaper clipping?"

"No, there's not an obituary on her cos we're in the middle of fucking nowhere," Paloma says and throws an arm up wildly. "I didn't know she existed until she died. Her cause of death isn't a priority to me."

Bruno winces, runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just thought that it might help us piece the puzzle together, you know what I mean?"

Sighing, she pulls Bruno into a hug. "I'm sorry, babe. This whole thing is getting to me."

"It's okay. I should be apologizing, honestly. I've been a proper nuisance today," Bruno laughs.

"And every other day," she grins, pressing a friendly kiss on his cheek (and pretending she didn't notice him blush afterwards).

"Guys..." Thabi says, squeezing her eyes shut. "I have an idea but I'm too frightened to see it through."

"What is it?"

"Well, what if Aunt Ana wanted you to come here for a reason, but... she couldn't tell you why?"

"Couldn't tell me? Why do you think that, Thabs?" Paloma asks, confused.

"Maybe she was too scared or... maybe she really needed you to come and you wouldn't believe her if she outright told you," Thabi says, hands trembling as she points to the note.

"I'm no Sherlock, so you're gonna have to spell this out for me," Bruno says, picking the note up.

"Acrostics."

"Is that... like lacrosse? With good acoustics –"

"It's a hidden message of sorts," she explains. "There's lots of types, but I'm referring to the type where the first letter of each sentence spells it out."

"Got it," Bruno says, skimming the paper.

"Here –" Paloma hands him a pen and he grabs it from her outstretched hand, getting to work.

In no time, Bruno's circled all the letters.

His face falls as his eyes dart back and forth, rereading it over and over like he doesn't want to believe it.

"Oh no."

"What is it?" Paloma asks.

Bruno lays the note down and starts scribbling out each capital letter while Paloma watches – Thabi is hiding behind her hands.

When he's done, he throws down the pen and folds his hands behind his head. "No, no, no –"

Paloma's heart sinks like a rock in water, settling in the form of a knot in the pit of her stomach.

DON'T GO IN THE BASEMENT

She stumbles back, nearly tripping over the uneven floorboards as she does so.

"Will, Thabi, Angie –"

Paloma barely gets the words out of her mouth when she catches Angie twisting a knob under the stairs.

"Hey Paloma you should come check this out – I think it's the basement –"

The door slams open with Angie's hand still wrapped around the knob, pinning her to the wall as she screams.

Najuma and Will are frantically yelling, tugging at the door, trying desperately to free her.

They're silenced by the snap of a bone, somehow loud enough to ricochet off the high ceiling like a gunshot splitting through a raucous crowd.

Angie groans in pain, slinking down with her crooked arm cradled in the other.

"What the fuck –" Najuma says with a shaky sob, crumbling till she's next to Angie.

Will locks eyes with Paloma from across the room, unblinking, unflinching.

Their whole body is straining, like they're flexing every muscle underneath a deadlift – teeth gritted, fists clenched.

The doorway to the basement is pitch black, framing Will's pale, rigid silhouette with midnight lines. But for a moment... before she blinks, she thinks she can see a pair of eyes above their head.

Will strains even harder, but it's like he's slinking back into the darkness – his eyes are losing their light with each passing moment. Only a few seconds have passed since Angie broke her arm, but it feels like a lifetime to Paloma and Will.

And as she opens her mouth to call out to Will, to warn him – he does, too.

In one quick sweep, he crumbles under the invisible force and surges forward, curling the crook of his arm around both Najuma and Angie's neck –

"RUN."

Will shouts the syllable with the rest of his effort, before giving Paloma one last apologetic smile, exactly like the one he wore after witnessing the woman in the window for the first time.

And with that – Will, Najuma, and Angie are dragged backwards into the darkness of the basement, screaming in terror as the door slams shut behind them.

"What the fuck?" Bruno screams, stumbling towards the space where their friends once stood. He rattles the knob to no avail, opting to kick and shoulder and kick again –

"Stop – Bruno –" Paloma whispers, throat burning with unshed tears.

"We can't just stand here like fucking dickheads," he argues, crossing the room back towards them. His eyes are wild, glistening with fear and adrenaline.

"We can't run in there without a plan, either," Paloma shakes her head, sinking her teeth into her lip to keep it from quaking.

"I – Thabi," he says, trying to reason with her. "We can't just... Those are our friends... They're –"

He folds into a heap on the ground, shoulders shaking with quiet sniffles.

Tears stream down Thabi's cheeks as she whispers: "What can we do?"

"Not much –" Paloma dries her tears with a quick swipe of the back of her hand.

She bends down to comfort Bruno and glances back at the basement.

"– but we can give it our all."

––––

The shed behind the house is full of razor sharp gardening equipment, a kitchen drawer full of rusty knives. Flashlights in the study, emergency candles under the bathroom sink – some burned down to the wick, some misshapen like they're homemade.

In exploring the safer parts of the house, Paloma's stumbled across a few not-so-creepy, almost endearing signs that Aunt Ana lived a full life in the secluded mansion.

Knitting needles and a half completed scarf in the sitting room. A half empty bottle of wine on top of the fridge. Dusty framed photos of her and her half sister (Paloma's abuela) litter the mantelpiece above the old brick fireplace.

An old newspaper and a full cup of coffee at the table.

Bruno commented on it first, while fastening various makeshift weapons to his toolbelt.

"Damn, did they really just pick up her body and leave everything intact?" He asked, peering over the mug.

He gags, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "There's clumps of mold on top of this – I'm gonna be sick –"

Paloma stops mid match-strike and grabs the newspaper.

"This is dated from months ago."

Thabi sidles up next to her, scanning the date to confirm. "Paloma... did they tell you when Aunt Ana died?"

"I mean, I assumed that it had to be right before the lawyers contacted me... right?"

Goosebumps prickle her skin again, a cool patch of air settling behind both her and Thabi.

She glances at Thabi just in time to see a few curls lifting, pinched like a fist is wrapped around it –

It slams her to the ground, dragging her across the ground as her high pitched scream tears through the space.

"HELP –"

She's reaching out to grab Paloma and Bruno as she's being dragged away at breakneck speed; Bruno trips over his own feet trying to grab her, and manages to clasp a hand around her ankle.

The force pulls harder, harder, harder –

"Paloma, check the letter's date –" Thabi chokes out, before Bruno's grip loosens, and her head cracks against the kitchen's door frame, blood streaking across the off-white paint.

Her eyes roll shut, and she's dragged away. Paloma sprints after her, but stops dead in her tracks when she sees the open basement door –

And the skinny arm attached to the long rotting talons that wrap around the knob.

The same pair of eyes glow in the dark, wide and red and... amused.

And then she sees the crooked teeth, curling into a bone-chilling grin, taunting her one last time before it cre-e-e-eaks shut after Thabi passes through.

She sprints back to the kitchen and fishes the marked up letter out of her pocket and slams it on the table next to the newspaper.

Paloma's blood turns cold, shaky labored breaths passing through her parted lips.

Bruno scrambles to the table alongside her, spitting expletives when he realizes, too.

The dates match.

"They probably had no idea until they came out here themselves to figure out why she wasn't paying her bills on time," Paloma mutters.

"So she must've known she was going to die," Bruno says, white knuckling the edge of the table.

"If she left us this note, then there has to be more to it, right?" Paloma asks, flipping it over, turning it, inspecting every inch.

"Yeah," Bruno agrees, and flips through the newspaper. "There's nothing special in here, but... Paloma, I think she left this here as a sign."

"A sign of what?"

"That this wasn't just natural causes. Maybe..." he trails off, shaking his head incredulously.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Aunt Ana was fighting something off and gave in –"

"– like Will," Paloma whispers.

Bruno nods. "You noticed that, too?"

Paloma mirrors his motion, throat burning as she speaks.

"This is all my fault."

He drops the papers and wraps her in a tight hug, shushing her, kissing the top of her head as he does it.

"Babe, no. Stop blaming yourself –"

"How can I not? My best friends are probably fucking dead or gravely injured because I brought them here," she says into his chest, fisting the fabric of his tee.

"No matter what you say, it doesn't change the fact that this isn't your fault. If you would've come here alone, it would've been so much worse," Bruno says, pulling back to look in her eyes.

"I –" he blushes. "– we couldn't fathom losing you."

Paloma blinks the tears away; Bruno swipes one away with his thumb.

"It'd be better if I'd just sacrificed myself, but I didn't even get the fucking chance."

"Don't say that, Lolo," he whispers, cupping her face in his hands like she's fragile and so precious to him.

Her heart swells at the nickname she hasn't heard since they were kids.

"Shaggy would be nothing without Scooby, I hope you know that," he murmurs, eyes full of nothing but pure sincerity.

He pulls back and moves on, leaving Paloma conflicted, heart fluttering like this isn't the worst time in the world to kickstart an old crush.

"What would Mystery Inc do?" He asks, inspecting the letter.

"Wait – you're a fucking *genius* –" Paloma snatches the letter and grabs her flashlight.

She flicks it on and holds it under the letter – and words start to appear.

"Mystery ink."

Bruno's jaw drops, and he grabs his own flashlight to speed up the process.

The letter is handwritten on the back in the white space between the black ink on the flip side.

Paloma reads it out slowly as the words show.

"Paloma, my dear great niece, I'm sorry. I have to start this out with an apology, because all I've wanted to do is know you. I feel as if I do, but I know you don't know me. I've watched you from afar as you've grown, and it's been the highlight of my secluded life. There's a reason I'm here. When I inherited this house, it was from the other side of my family that I knew nearly nothing about. I could tell from the moment I stepped on the property that there was something evil in here. I believe that my devotion to my religion is the reason I'm here today. I managed to trap the demonic entity in the basement, and it's been there for decades. But I fear that my time is coming to an end. And it's going to break out. I know this sounds crazy, but please, have faith. I'm too weak to fend off this demon anymore, but I know you can. Just believe. All you need is a prayer that YOU believe in, and my rosary that hangs above the fireplace. I hope that you can read this lemon juice ink. I love you, and I'm rooting for you. Take care."

The house creaks and shakes when she says the last line, and loud wails and moans ring out from beneath the floorboards.

"Demon?" Bruno asks, his voice small.

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It could've been ten minutes since their friends were dragged into the basement, or ten hours – none of the clocks in the house seem to work, both digital and traditional.

It's still morning, but the entire house has a witching hour vibe.

Bruno and Paloma are equipped with their traditional weapons, and Aunt Ana's religious ones.

Paloma heads towards the door, but Bruno stops her before she can slide the key in.

"Can I... say something? Before we go in?"

"A pep talk? It's a little late for that," she chuckles weakly.

Bruno inhales deeply to settle himself before nodding resolutely.

"Look, if we die in here, I need you to know that I've loved you since we were kids. Remember that one summer we met, when we got 'married' on the swing sets? Well... since then my heart's been yours," Bruno admits sheepishly, blush creeping up his neck.

"I'm in love with you, and I think if I died without a kiss, it'd be a banana peel death of sorts. Comically bad and so embarrassing –"

Paloma's lips meet his in a tender kiss, and the years of longing and pining pour out of Bruno and straight into her – he tastes sweet like the best candy she's ever had, satisfies her sweet tooth and the hole in her heart that's been empty for as long as she can remember.

"I love you, Bruno. I think I always have," Paloma says, forehead pressed against his own.

"Imagine if you'd just rejected me before we went into the belly of the beast," he laughs breathily, still reeling from the kiss. "I think I would've just sacrificed myself to try to PEMDAS the embarrassment from my system."

"I don't know much about math, but I'm sure that's not what the 'E' stands for," she giggles, pressing another kiss to his lips.

She pulls back, determination pulling her brows inward. "Let's do this."

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The stairs creep underneath their weight, the pitch black atmosphere swallowing their streams of light like it's nothing.

The flashlights slice little paths through the dark, but there's no signs of life. Belongings are covered in dusty white sheets, and that's all they can make out.

As they get to the bottom, Paloma's light catches something – an arm.

"Bruno?" She whispers, gripping his arm as he freezes on the steps in front of her.

"Do you see that?"

"What is it?"

Her hands shake as she points the light in the same spot, but... the arm is gone.

In one quick motion, she feels a hand wrap around her ankle and yank her down, crumbling on top of Bruno.

They scream as they tumble down. Bruno manages to catch himself, but Paloma's head smashes against the concrete.

She's disoriented and her vision is hazy – is she bleeding?

Clutching the rosary closer, she tries to focus on Bruno.

"Lolo – are you okay?" Bruno asks, but before she can answer, he chokes.

Chokes like someone's squeezing his neck until he can't breathe anymore.

Her flashlight flickers on and off and she tries to tap it against the concrete floor with all the strength left in her.

She gets glimpses of Bruno, as he's getting dragged upwards until he's hovering above the ground, feet dangling helplessly.

Paloma fades out of consciousness, still holding the rosary against her chest – she's so out of it, she can't tell if Bruno's still fighting to breathe.

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When Paloma wakes, she's engulfed in darkness.

Her eyes have adjusted enough so that she can see the outlines of the sheets above her that look like humans of all shapes and sizes. It's freezing, it's dead silent, it's pitch black.

It's like a sensory deprivation tank of fear – she has no idea what time it is, no idea if her friends are alive or not, no idea if she herself is alive.

She drags herself up to a sitting position, trying desperately to slap the flashlight back to life.

The flashlight isn't working, so she retrieves her special weapon. A candlestick and match from her tool belt.

She lights it and tries to deduce her surroundings, hands shaking so hard that the flame wiggles.

There's five mounds covered in sheets on either side of her.

"Oh my God," she whispers, frozen in place.

Right in front of her, the eyes appear again, with the same sickening smile. This time... there's blood on its teeth.

"Jesus fucking Christ –" she curses, scooting back as far as she can get till her back bumps against something.

This something is breathing – it lays its hands down onto her shoulders and digs its claws into her skin until it breaks, ripping a guttural scream from her throat.

She flails, trying to rip herself away from its clutches. It's drawn blood, streaks staining her tank top.

It's... Najuma.

Paloma could recognize those pretty manicured black coffin nails anywhere.

Her blood stains Najuma's hands, but that's all she can see – the rest of her body is hidden in a sheet.

"Najuma – please, it's me! Paloma! Your best friend!" She yells, trying to reason with her.

But nothing seems to get through to her.

She glances around as she shuffles back, realizing that the rest of the bodies have stood up and have circled her.

"Don't let it get you, please – let them go," Paloma cries, finally tearing the rosary from her chest, holding it outwards.

She trips over her feet and falls down, but the group makes no move to advance on her.

The candle reflects off the ground, and she notices the red lines crossing the floor beneath her.

A pentagram. Her best friends at its edges, her at the center.

"Prayer, a prayer, I need a fucking prayer –" she whispers to herself, glancing around.

She's so fucking terrified that she can't even recall the Lord's prayer she was forced to learn as a kid.

A laugh rings out, a distorted voice ringing out against the silence.

"She couldn't get rid of me. Why do you think you could?"

Aunt Ana's final words rattle around her head: "All you need is a prayer that YOU believe in."

Paloma pushes herself off the ground with weak arms and stands proud, determined.

"Because I've got the power of fucking friendship," Paloma growls, holding the rosary with a firm, resolute grip.

"Najuma, Thabi, Angie, Will, Bruno. Najuma, Thabi, Angie, Will, Bruno," she shouts with a steady cadence.

At first, the demon laughs, its head raising up higher and higher, lifting to its full height.

But after the fifth or sixth time of her shouting her friends' names with all the strength and love she can muster in the face of fear, the demon begins growling, a rumbling horrific sound.

It gnashes its teeth, and Paloma squeezes her eyes shut and keeps chanting, hoping desperately that her prayers will be answered.

*Please, bring my friends back. Take me instead. Please. Hear me. Please.*

And then, everything stills.

All five sheet-covered figures crumple to the ground in heaps. Her flashlight flicks back on, and the candle is blown out in a gust of wind.

Paloma sinks to the ground, rolls out of the pentagram into the figure she recognizes as Bruno.

She grabs his hand, and laces her fingers with his, squeezing with the last bit of her strength. He squeezes back.

"We did it."

Her vision fades to black.

––––

She wakes up in the backseat of the car, head cradled in Bruno's lap.

"Thank God you're awake," Bruno chokes out, eyes glistening with tears.

"Where are we?"

"On the way to the hospital. No –" he pushes her back down gently, stroking the side of her face. "Stay down. Rest. Please."

"Did we all make it?" She asks, voice raspy.

"Yeah, we all did. Thanks to you," Bruno smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead.

"When did that happen?" Angie croaks from the passenger's seat.

"Sometime while we were blacked out in the basement, Anj," Najuma laughs from behind the wheel.

Will turns around from the middle seat, while holding an ice pack to Thabi's head.

"I... saw your Aunt Ana while we were down there. Something had overtaken me, and I choked Najuma and Angie out, and I was alone and terrified and –"

They're clearly choked up, rolling their lips together to keep them from quivering.

"She reassured me that you were coming to save us."

Will leans back, grabbing Paloma's hand. "She knew you could do it. She has so much faith in you. She loves you."

And with that, Paloma breaks down in tears out of pure euphoria. For a moment, she feels Aunt Ana in the car, like a warm summer warmth washing over her despite the cold fall temperature.

"Well, at least we have a ghost story to tell at tomorrow's Halloween party," Bruno jokes.

"Absolutely not," Thabi laughs.

"Can we at least dress up as Mystery Inc? It's only right," Bruno grins.

"I suppose," Will says with a soft smile of their own. "Tomorrow's Halloween, so I'm sure it'll be hard to piece together a group costume at the last minute."

"We might be spending Halloween in the E.R.," Angie groans. "And on my day off, too."

The group laughs at that.

Najuma turns out of the woods and back onto a properly paved road, flooring it the second she's able.

Paloma lifts herself from Bruno's lap, staring out the back window at the autumn-leaved trees.

For a second, she thinks she thinks she can see someone standing at the edge of the woods.

Paloma waves, and they wave back.

"Goodbye, Aunt Ana," she whispers, as the figure disappears into the trees.

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[sabineelectricheart]

Sunset After the Wake

Summary: MC returns home after the wake.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 595 (Minific)

It is late afternoon. The sun is setting behind the tall skyscrapers in the penthouse.

MC comes home after the wake. She opens the door and steps inside. She had asked Taemin for privacy, she told him that she wanted to be alone. Her son protested vehemently, but acquiesced and let her return to the house that she shared with her husband for seventy years.

The first thing her eyes grasp, offensively sitting on the same cabinet it stood for decades, is a pair of his shoes. Italian leather, because, even as a retired man, Jumin never lost his taste for social wear. She cannot find his slippers, though, and she concludes that the maid must have taken it to the hospital so that he could use it there.

He never had the chance, did he?

She draws a ragged breath and shifts her gaze. It does not help, because she immediately notices his coat on a hanger. She reaches for it without thinking, and brings its sleeve to her face, breathing in the familiar spicy scent. His scent.

"No." The aged woman shakes her head. "No, no, no…"

Choking on her sobs, she stumbles in to their living room.

It is just her living room now...

His eyeglasses gleam in the ray of setting sun, as if asking about their master. She walks closer and traces his notes with a tip of her finger.

There will be no more notes, she thinks. No more contracts, no more documents, no more statements to shareholders. She remembers what he had said once, when she was still pregnant, when he shoved a wad of papers to her face, trying to prepare her for this exact occasion.

“Men statistically live less than women, don’t they? I’m probably going to leave you first. I want you to be protected. Even with Taemin, I…”

Jumin got his wish. MC Han is the wealthiest widow in Asia, perhaps the wealthiest woman in the world. What now? What good all this money is doing her? She wants her husband back.

As she walks around the apartment, as slow as her aching body demands her to, she can feel the tears running down her cheeks. Everywhere she looks, she sees signs of his presence: his woollen cardigan on an armchair, his favourite mug in a sink, his toothbrush in a cup.

Everything reminds her of him: his scent that still lingers in their bedroom, his voice that still sounds in her ears.

Exhausted, MC sinks on the sofa and, unable to hold it together any longer, and weeps. She cries like she has never cried before, she cries all the tears she has not been allowed in the entire funeral procession. He is gone. Her husband of so many decades is no more.

There will be no more sarcastic remarks, weird and unfunny jokes, random and passionate declarations of love, low chuckles. Never again will she feel his caress against her body. Never again will she come apart in his arms. Never again will she wake up to the sound of his pen scribbling on the paper.

Never again.

Perhaps tomorrow, she will think how much they achieved together, about the happy days they spent together, about the love they shared. Maybe she will even be able to smile while looking into the black eyes of their great-granddaughter.

Not today, though. Because today she feels too empty, too forlorn. Today her heart bleeds, as grief sinks its teeth into it deeper and deeper, and only one thought pulses in her temples.

Never again.

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[second-star-to-motunui]

Potatoes Are Awesome 🥔✨

Feat. Epel Felmier

Epel doesn’t like the way Vil treats his partner. Luckily for him, Yuu is about to end this man’s whole career.

They/them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

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Epel already feels dread when he sees Vil approaching the table. One lunch. He just wants to have one good, uninterrupted lunch with Yuu. Vil never has anything nice to say about them just because they don’t worry about their physical appearance like the blond bastard does. It isn’t fair. Epel thinks his Yuu is beautiful just the way they are… He braces for impact when Vil is standing before them, arms folded.

“Epel, you were due back at the dorm thirty minutes ago for touch-ups! You were just in gym class were you not? Look at the state you’re in, students of Pomefiore must not dirty their appearance!”

That was true… Epel’s hair did get a little messier during flight practice. Plus he wiped most of his make-up off when he was sweating.

“What do you mean? He looks handsome as always!” Yuu said. Epel blushed softly.

Vil scoffed, a mean smirk on his face. “Of course a little potato like you can’t understand proper beauty.”

“Oh… thank you!”

Another scoff, this one followed by a small laugh. “I wasn’t exactly complimenting you, dear.”

“Well, why shouldn’t I take it as a compliment? Potatoes are awesome! They’re easy to cook with and they’re essential to like half the tastiest foods ever made! French fries, chips, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, hash browns, oooh and gotcha pork roast!”

“Wh… what is a gotcha pork roast—?”

“Not to mention the fiber!” Yuu cut Vil off. “Potatoes are great for weight loss because they fill you up easily. And of course they can prevent heart disease and they’re full of antioxidants and vitamins! Yeah, potatoes are like the best thing ever. But you know my absolute favorite thing about them?”

Epel was curious to where this was going. Especially considering the fact Yuu had been loading the mashed potatoes from their plate onto their spoon. Vil, still caught off guard by the conversation and getting impatient, shook his head and sighed, folding his arms.

“What would that be, spudling?”

An evil grin creeped on Yuu’s face.

“No matter what form potatoes are in… they’re great for getting rid of your ENEMIES!”

And just like that, Yuu held up their spoon, pulled it back like a catapult and sent a huge blob of mashed potatoes right into Vil’s face. Epel had to force both his hands over his mouth when his housewarden screeched out loud, frantically shaking his head. Naturally this caught the attention of almost the entire cafeteria so, before things could escalate, Epel grabbed Yuu’s hand and pulled them to run out of the cafeteria.

“You HEATHEN! There’s potatoes in my hair!! Where did they go?! I’m going to kill them!” Vil could be heard screaming.

Epel and Yuu didn’t stop running until they were in the safety of the woods outside the school. It was there they both collapse under a tree in laughter, still holding hands.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Epel exclaimed through laughs. “He was madder than a wet hen! I swear he would’a killed the both of us had we stayed longer!”

“Oh come on, I’ve been dying to do that since day one!”

“Wait, is that why you’ve been eating potatoes all week?”

“He’s just lucky it was mashed potatoes today. I totally would’ve thrown a straight up raw potato at his head.”

“Oh, bless your heart!” Epel laughed again, leaning over to deliver a quick kiss to Yuu’s forehead. He lingered for a second, smiling at his partner’s happy face before shyly kissing their lips. Yuu kissed back, giggling at the blush on Epel’s face when he pulled away.

“You sure are somethin’, doll.”

“I like your accent, Eppy.” They smiled.

“I know… I wish Vil was the same. That guy is such a pompous bastard.”

Yuu moved so they were laying their head in Epel’s lap. “Eh, fuck him. If he bullies you again, I’m gonna bury him in potatoes! And then we’ll make some fries!”

Epel laughed again, rubbing a hand through Yuu’s hair and smiling fondly at them. They had a few leaves in their hair. They were beautiful.

“That sounds awesome, sugar.”

[sondepoch]

HC: Married life with the boys!

With one chaotic human and a handful of boys too attractive for their own good, it's always been a simple matter of time before love found its way into the Devildom. And where love blooms, marriage often follows—and nothing will stop these boys from giving their human all the love in the world.

Word Count: 5.9k

*Mild NSFW themes for Beel & Diavolo ;)

Characters: All Brothers + Undateables - Luke

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

It highkey blows everyone’s mind when the two of you get married

Because absolutely nothing changes

Lucifer still reprimands you if you do something ridiculous, he still crosses his arms and frowns when you tease him, he still sends a scowl your way when you mess around with Diavolo - if anything, the two of you are distant, and alarmingly so to everyone who gazes upon the supposedly happy couple

But that’s only because they can’t see what goes down in private

And yes - the grass is greener behind the closed door of Lucifer’s study

It was different when the two of you were simply in a relationship: Lucifer’s pride was always there. He would allow you to have your way with him, touch his hair and kiss him and hold him, but he could only reciprocate so much

But now that you’re married?

If anything, Lucifer’s pride dictates that he now has to be open with you, the single person he trusts more than anyone else in the world

Something that he can only do in private

And honestly - you savor moments when you’re alone with him because of it

For the first time, he is the one to initiate contact. The barrier of pride is broken, and in its place lingers Lucifer’s neverending desire to be wrapped in your arms

It doesn’t matter if you’re smaller than him, you are big spoon

You pamper him, giving him all the forehead kisses and tight hugs and quiet handholding he could ever desire. And in exchange, he finally becomes honest with his emotions - finally casting his pride away so that he can ask you when he wants a hug, when he wants a kiss, when he’s needy for affection and love, and he wants you to give it

It’s reached the point where he only wants to be alone with you, eternally savoring the feeling of your arms around him and pulling him closer - finally vocal about his desires 

But he does feel guilty that he can only do this behind closed doors

So slowly, very slowly, he tries to sacrifice his pride and begin treating you different publicly

It starts small: a more tender voice whenever he addresses you, a secondary “are you sure?” whenever he’s worried that you’re uncomfortable, a ghost of a smile on his lips when you laugh so merrily

But soon, it morphs into small touches: fingers brushing against each other when you walk, a hand on your back when you’re next to each other, standing closer to you than everyone else

Slowly, the people around you become relieved. They start to understand that you are like any married couple, but that Lucifer was simply having a hard time adjusting to the abrupt closeness

And then, on the day when you and his brothers throw him a surprise birthday party, Lucifer is so overwhelmed by love that he kisses you then and there, right in front of everyone, pride be damned

And the process is slow going, but eventually he becomes as open with you in public as he is in private, until the two of you are so close that it seems nothing can ever keep him from holding your hand the way he wants again

Mammon

s m u g

It still blows his mind that you chose him out of everyone, that you chose him to marry and love and spend the rest of your life with

And while he is absolutely dumbfounded by this fact, it won’t stop him from rubbing it everyone else’s face at every chance

“Hey guys, wanna go to this all-inclusive resort next month?” Mammon grins, an uncharacteristically innocent smile on his face. “I’ll pay and all!”

“Oh, yes!” Asmo squeals while Beel’s ears perk up at the word all-inclusive. “I have so many cute outfits that I can’t wait to wear!”

“Oh wait, my bad!” Mammon exclaims dramatically, a silly grin on his face. “Looks like it’s only for married couples. Guess I’ll just take MC then, sorry guys!”

PDA turns up by 10000000%

Man is a touchy demon by default, so in private (now that you’re married) he finally has the courage to quietly cuddle you the way he’s always wanted to

But bring him into public?

Oh boy

You cannot get him to stop touching you. Ever.

There is always a hand on your butt, or two arms around draped around your neck, or a single arm linked with your arm, but no matter what, Mammon makes sure that you guys are touching and that you are intimate

The only time you’re in public and he might not actively touch you is if you’re the one touching him - and holy hell, when you do, this demon melts in your hands

LOVES it when you get possessive. Man wants you to be greedy with him, just like he is with you, so if you yank his attention away from other demons in a fit of jealousy, he’ll just find it hot

Tangibly, the nature of your relationship hasn’t changed much after marriage. You both still live in the House of Lamentation (though you have moved into his room) he’s still in debt (but things are better than before, and Lucifer doesn’t shout as much), and he still has an only slightly unhealthy obsession with Goldie (fixed only by the fact that you have told him that no, he should not sleep clutching his credit card like a teddy bear)

But inside, marriage means everything to this demon

Man was assertive before, but never confident, ya know? All those big, fancy words were more of a coverup for his insecurity after being made fun of for so long

But now?

His confidence is real

And because of it, being around him is actually easier. He doesn’t need to call himself The Great Mammon or remind you to come to him when you need protecting - because at last, he believes those words

Why?

Because when he falls asleep every night with his head buried in the crook of your neck, it’s to your words of praise, slowly but steadily building his confidence up

And he loves it

(Bonus:) When he proposed, he proposed with ten rings because “you’re better than everyone else so you deserve more rings than everyone else”

Leviathan

Sigh

This man really tried to talk you out of marrying him

Of course, by that time the wedding date was already final and everything ,so you shut him up with a firm whack on the back of the head, but that never stops Levi from being continually insecure

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be married to you

It’s that he’s worried you’re missing out on something by being married to him

:(

Poor baby is so precious

And so insecure

At the beginning of your marriage, it takes hours to convince him that he’s not “unworthy” of your love 

Often in the morning, you’ll be able to tell that he’s having self-deprecating thoughts just by the look in his eye, so you’ll cuddle and kiss and love him for hours until it’s almost lunchtime - and only then, after hours of you reassuring him and reminding him why you love him, does he begin to believe that he isn’t a “yucky otaku”

For the remainder of the day, Levi makes sure to repay you in full - literally showering you in love as he makes you his Player 2 for every video game, going as far as to allow you to sit in his lap while he reads manga over your shoulder

And while things often reset at night - and the next morning the demon looks equally fearful about your decision to marry him, there’s no denying that the amount of time it takes to convince him that you love and want him is growing shorter and shorter

And then, one day, when Levi wakes up, he doesn’t have that look in his eyes at all

And he just straight up kisses you

This is the story of why Levi kisses you every morning, first thing in the morning (even if it’s just a forehead kiss)

Man is eternally grateful to you for bearing with him (despite you insisting that you weren’t “bearing’ with him - you were doing it out of love) while he was so hesitant and fearful, and vows to return every ounce of love tenfold

Man will do anything for you

Of course, he still prefers to stay indoors and to marathon TSL with you

But he does stop glancing away every time you praise him, and all the instances where he might have previously insulted himself now turn into simple blushes where he wraps you in a hug to hide his warm cheeks

Man is surprisingly touchy, even when he’s not fighting with other for your attention

100% sleeps best if you’re spooning him - no questions asked

(And please don’t ask questions - he’ll get so embarrassed)

And yes, after much begging him, he does finally purchase a bed for the two of you to sleep in instead of his bathtub (which is surprisingly comfy, given that you can just lay on top of Levi and cuddle him)

But yes, sometimes he will randomly lift you up in the middle of the night and carry you to the bathtub, because while there’s no chance this man is letting go of you as you sleep, he will always prefer the bathtub 

Sigh

But you love him anyway <3

Satan

No one would have thought that the Avatar of Wrath would be able to lead such a peaceful life, but the second you guys get married, that’s what things are

Peaceful

Man treats you like royalty, making sure that things are always perfect for you

Mornings are no longer spent at the dining table, but are instead spent on the small table in Satan’s bedroom, where the two of you roll out of bed every morning and lazily curl up together on the same armchair while drinking tea and coffee, chatting about whatever dreams you had

Afternoons are quiet: Satan’s nose in a book and your fingers occupied with whatever your favorite pastime is, but you guys are always right next to each other, always touching in some way 

Evenings are calm - Satan will sometimes play a disc of your favorite human world band or will put on some music of his own preferred Devildom artists, and the two of you will simply talk until it’s nighttime and you both are sleepy

In essence, man mellows out after you marry him

And the reason?

He always feels so calm. It’s like you’ve quelled the eternal storm within his heart by marrying him, by promising that you’ll spend the rest of your lives together - and Satan hardly thinks he has any need for emotions like rage and anger when he always feels so blissfully happy with you

It becomes his favorite thing in the whole world to just pull you onto his lap and play with the ring around your finger, listening to the sound of your voice

He’s just so soft for you

Highkey wants to spend the rest of his life locked away inside his room with you, away from other people and other things that make him angry, but he will venture out into public with you because he knows that there’s value in exposing oneself to various social environments

In fact, now if he leaves the house at all, it’s usually with you by his side

His favorite place to visit is 100% the cat shelter, with the local, cozy bookstore taking its place as a close second

But this man will not hesitate to throw hands with anyone who disrespects you

It’s actually one of the reasons why he finds it so tedious to go outside - because no matter what, there’s always some foolish demon that treats you poorly, and then Satan’s disposition dictates that he can’t let that demon go home until the fool learns his place and apologizes

Of course, after the whole ordeal you guys 100% go somewhere to cheer each other up, and that’s the story of how you become the local ice cream store’s most valued customers

But Satan will always prefer being safe in his room with you, surrounded by his books and your things and everything that screams home

And are you guys secretly hiding a cat in your room?

Who knows? 

All you can say is that when the stack of “books” eternally buried under Satan’s desk sneezes, it’s not because Satan “enchanted them” to do so 

;)

Asmodeus

d e d i c a t e d 

h u s b a n d o 

Anyone can see the switch in Asmo when he settles down and marries you

Like

Man changed when you guys started dating for sure. His posts on Devilgram began featuring you, he spent money he would have spent on hair products on buying you gifts, he stopped talking about himself and began focusing on complimenting you

But now that you’re married? And shit is official?? And you’ve actually legally sworn that you want to spend the rest of your life with him???

It’s the first time Asmo cries tears of joy

Man pulls a full 180 - there’s no longer any such thing as Asmo, or even MC. No, the two of you are now a package deal - and everywhere you go, it’s Asmo AND MC

And the whole Devildom knows about you two

And really, how could they not?

Ever since Asmo made that one post on Devilgram where the two of you are posing, flashing the camera your engagement rings - every single post Asmo has made is of you

In fact, some of his posts don’t even have him in it - they’re just you

Because this boi is so smitten for you

And he wants the whole world to know it

You guys start matching everything (or everything that’s fashionable. matching t-shirts are NOT the wave, honey, so put those back)

Nail polish? Matching. Jewelry? Matching. Aesthetics? Matching.

Asmo has so much love in his heart that it literally comes pouring out in every action he does

Man will miss his beauty sleep for you if you ask him for a glass of water in the middle of the night. And better yet, he won’t even complain if you keep him up late, as long as it means he gets to hold you close and shower you in kisses

And if you thought Asmo before marriage was touchy, then you have a big surprise in for you

Asmo’s touches are no longer sexual. (Or some of them are, but only when you’re ready for it ;)) He’s now more preoccupied with the closeness that accompanies touching you, and so his skin is always brushing by yours even in the briefest of touches, because it always sends such a lovely rush of warmth to his heart whenever you touch

Everything reminds him of you

Man will send you pictures of trees, birds, flowers (honestly anything beautiful) with the caption saw this today and it reminded me of you xoxo

And though he maintains the ruse of this being completely casual, that this marriage is just another wonderful thing that’s happened to him, you know that he never stops fangirling over the fact that you’ve actually chosen him to love and marry

And yes, he was an angel born to be loved: he was the jewel of the heavens and everyone who looked upon him was instantly charmed

But to him, none of that matters

The only love he cares about is yours, and now that you’ve given it to him, you’ve literally brought heaven to him because there’s nothing in the world he would trade for this

Beelzebub

Imagine being married to Superman

That.

That is what this marriage is like.

To the rest of the world, you are literally untouchable - because the moment you marry him, Beel will not allow anyone to mistreat you

Did you think he was baby? That he was precious?

Well, you were right. But now that the two of you are married, he looks at you with that same lens of protectiveness, and he wants to shield you from all the evil in the Devildom

Man is devoted in public and in private: nothing will stop him from showcasing his love for you

Expect to be offered food at all hours of the day, to be lifted up and hugged at random, and to be given forehead kisses on the daily 

And listen, when Beel kisses you on the forehead in public, it’s not just a show of affection to show the world how much he loves you. It’s a silent threat to anyone who might hurt you - a silent warning that Beel has extended his protective domain over to you, and now anyone who messes with you is messing with him and will not be shown mercy

That’s only in public tho - in private, this man goes back to being the most precious thing in the world

So 

Many

KISSES

Contrary to public expectation, Beel is just like his younger brother in that he adores lazing around with you in bed, laying kisses across your skin for hours on end while you just sigh in bliss

He just adores the intimacy of the whole situation alongside the sensation of your smaller frame being literally enveloped by his own

His favorite thing in the whole world is laying on his side with his head resting on top of yours, your back pressed against his chest while he hugs you from behind and listens to you rant about whatever. And while this is going on, he will absolutely slide his ring off his finger and absentmindedly slide it onto yours, watching as the larger band dangles so loosely off even the thickest of your fingers

It actually opens up a whole new kink realization to him: that he adores seeing you in his things and watching the way your smaller frame is nearly swallowed up by all his clothes

And while it has always been normal for you to casually wear his shirts and walk around his room in them without anything else on, the fact that the two of you are married gives him the confidence to sneak you out of his room looking like that, where you occasionally run into his brothers. And the sight of you dressed in his clothes in front of other people awakens a side of him that he never knew existed

100% tries to get you to leave the house looking like that

“Babe, I can’t wear this outside”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not wearing any underwear beneath this and if the wind blows, then—”

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

And then Beel realized that he really had discovered a new kink

Belphegor

The marriage no one foresaw

Nah, but fr tho

It’s not that Belphie doesn’t love you - even a blind man can tell that he’s hopelessly fallen for you

It’s just that you guys were acting like a married couple so long before you guys got married that no one thought there was any point in actually sealing the deal

And honestly, things really don’t change much after you both get married

You still sleep in the same bed, you still cuddle each other at night, you still bicker back and forth 

From a distance, it seems like the nature of your relationship is entirely unchanged, save for the fact that you both have matching bands around your ring fingers

B U T

That’s only because no one else can see how Belphie treats you in private

Where there would once be peaceful naps where he dozed off on your thighs to the feeling you playing with his hair, he now spends that time lost in slow conversations with you, their topics varying based on whatever has popped through his mind that day

Man realizes that, now that you’re his spouse, he wants to know everything about you

And he’s willing to spend all the time in the world learning these things

He’ll lie you down on the bed and play with your hair, asking you the most random questions

“Do you dislike mushrooms?”

“If you had a pet frog, what would you name it?”

“What do you think of stickers?”

Of course, that may be because your answers are utterly ridiculous

“Only if they stand over four inches”

“Fluffy”

“They’re only good if they smell good”

And for the longest time, you really only humor his questions with responses because, well, he’s your husband and you think that he just wants to get to know you better (albeit in a rather unorthodox method)

But then, one day, the two of you are casually walking through the Devildom market in preparation for it being Belphie’s turn to make dinner, and the demon selects the ingredients to your favorite dish without even consciously knowing what it is

And you realize that every question you answered was one Belphie took to heart, and that the reason he always wants to learn so much about you is so that he can use the information to be the best husband he can be

And when you figure it out, you nearly tackle Belphie to the ground in a hug, because you’re so touched

“You’re the best husband ever!” You murmur, wrapping your legs around his waist as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him like a koala as you trap him in an embrace he can’t wriggle out of

“Did you really just realize why I always ask these things?” Belphie questions, sighing as if he’s disappointed

But even he can’t hide the small grin that creeps onto his face as you hug him tighter, and you know he’s just savoring the affection. And who are you to deny him any?

Solomon

cHAoTiC

Arguably the most stressful marriage, but not for either of you: for the people around you

You guys are that couple

Things were hectic enough before, when you guys would pull pranks on the demons every time you were together. But now that you’re in love? And married??? And ALWAYS together?!?!?

RIP to everyone around you

The two of you never really seem to grow old - your energy is seemingly inexhaustible and you’ve already pranked all 72 demons that Solomon has pacts with four times over (and yes, that does include Barbatos, who has now made multiple threats to break the pact)

But, again, this is one of those instances where there’s a sharp difference between how you guys act in public vs. in private

In public, things are a hot mess. You guys are always laughing, always joking, always smiling

But in the privacy of Solomon’s bedroom, without any potential targets for pranks and any demons that you guys need to keep your guard up around, things change substantially

Contrary to public expectation, you guys are almost completely silent when you’re alone - but it’s not an awkward silence, by any means. No, the silence that you and Solomon find is nothing short of comforting, and every time you guys escape to the confines of his room, you both let out a breath neither of you realized you’d been holding

Because although you guys are strong, and arguably the most powerful team of humans in the Devildom, the fact remains that you guys are human.

And you can only let your guards fully down around each other

Nights are spent in the absence of any loud laughter or obnoxious rackets, the two of you preferring to savor the sound and comfort of silence. You guys fit together like pieces to a puzzle, and no words are necessary for the two of you to change into your nightwear and snuggle up under the same blanket, soft sighs escaping your lips the moment your skin comes into contact with one another

It’s only times like now, when there’s no one else in the world around, that you both can find true peace

And on nights like these, Solomon will just hold you close to him, sometimes pressing his forehead against yours, and he’ll stroke your sides softly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin

And of course, you’ll reciprocate in full, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the man’s jaw as he continues his ministrations, sometimes letting out a quiet hum of contentment as you pull him closer

It’s a relationship where speech isn’t necessary; you guys are so in sync with each other and so helplessly in love that words only complicate things

But still, on occasion, one of you will open your mouths to disrupt the silence, and on nights like these, there’s really only one thing either of you will even consider saying

“I love you”

And if there’s one certainty in life, it’s the fact that the other will repeat the same phrase back, punctuating it with a kiss that reminds you both why you love each other so much

And just how worth it this marriage really is

Simeon

The marriage that everyone foresaw

Nah, but fr tho

This is the relationship where everyone knew about it except for you two

Even the day Simeon proposed: it was so spontaneous - he was planning on doing it the following week - but every single person who crossed paths with him could see how helplessly in love he was with you, so it shocked no one when the two of you announced the “surprise” that you were getting married

And this is arguably one of the best decisions you have ever made

In every way

Simeon’s an angel, so marriage is probably the most important to him out of everyone. He was treating you like royalty long before you two got together, but now that the two of you are married? This man CANNOT hold back. And believe him, when he says he will get you whatever you want - he will get you whatever you want

Funny part is, most of the time, this man knows what you want before you do

You’ll be diligently taking notes at the RAD library and you won’t realize that your pencil is blunt until the words are barely legible - but when you get up to find a sharpener, you’ll see that Simeon tossed one onto your desk right before he left to grab a book

You’ll wake up at three in the morning and realize you’re thirsty - but the moment you open your eyes and sit up on the bed, Simeon will already be there with that charming smile and a glass of water in his hand

You’ll be returning from a session of painting your nails with Asmo, only to realize that there’s no way you can grab your keys from your pocket without smudging the semi-dry nail polish - and Simeon will miraculously come home at that second, kissing you on the forehead before opening the front door for you

Like seriously, it’s a gift

Of course, then there comes the day where you try to return the favor, trying to study the way his eyebrows furrow as he reads his book to determine when he’s about to stop and turn on the TV instead (only for you to triumphantly hand him the remote)

And then the affection never ends and the rest of your marriage is characterized by nonstop trying to outdo each other in thoughtfulness that everyone just looks at and sighs because it’s so wholesome

And will Luke become your and Simeon’s honorary child?

Absolutely.

And does Luke hate this in every single way?

Oh yes:

“This is ridiculous! I am two thousand years older than MC! You can’t expect me to have to listen to them every time they tell me to do something! They should be listening to me!”

“Watch your language, young man,” Simeon warns. “I won’t have you talk that way in this house.”

“It’s not even a house!” Luke screams in defiance. “And I refuse! I will say what I want, when I want, and how I want!”

“That’s enough, Luke. Go to your room and think about what you’ve said until you’re ready to apologize!”

And God help Luke the day he accidentally calls Simeon “Dad,” because nothing can break the family after that moment

Barbatos

“Teach me.”

Listen, marriage isn’t a concept that demons are familiar with

They love you, so they’ll do it for your sake - but if a demon weds a human, the demon is 100% playing it by ear and desperately hoping that they’re doing things right

But Barbatos?

Nah, this man gives everything his all, and you’re more important than everything combined. So suffice it to say that when he marries you, he is committed to being the best husbando he can possibly be

And how does he go about achieving such a thing, you ask?

Why, two simple words: “Teach me.”

He asks that you be completely upfront and honest with him about what you desire, and he does everything he can to fulfill them

Things start slow, of course

You mention to him that married couples often sleep in the same bed and share a bedroom - and then he’s requested that Diavolo provide him a new room (one which doesn’t have doors that lead to other timelines) where the two of you live together

Then you talk about how married couples usually have matching wedding rings, and the next morning you find two obscenely expensive (but beautifully artistic) rings, and a wide-eyed butler asking if they’re to your liking

You explain that married couples sometimes get closer to each other by having a family pet and (bless his heart) Barbatos takes you to an aquarium the next day and the two of you bring home a pet fish

And things are slow going with Barbatos, but progress is steady

And soon, he starts to get the hang of it

You guys don’t just sleep in the same bed, he starts to pull you closer. Casual touches turn into cuddling, and then all of a sudden he can only sleep if he’s spooning you in the process

He decides that he likes it when you wear things he buys you, so he gifts you even more woefully expensive but equally stunning jewelry, until you’re always leaving your shared room with one of Barbatos’s presents adorned on your figure

And although Barbatos is too responsible to get rid of the (immortal) pet fish he bought, the two of you have a talk and then you head down to the pet store and buy an actual pet, one which you guys can touch and hug and cuddle

And before long, Barbatos doesn’t need you to teach him how to be a good husband, he realizes that most of it is instinctive; he understands that to make you happy, he really just needs to do the things that make him happy

Of course, he still approaches many things textbook style

Every morning and every night, man will whisper that he loves you - no excuses. You guys could have a fight and he will still do this

But gradually as time moves on, he sees that marriage doesn’t have to be a big, fancy show

And he starts to just savor the sensation of being helplessly in love with you

Diavolo

POWER COUPLE

No, but literally - you guys are the most powerful couple in the world

And Diavolo is living for it

You are royalty now, and Diavolo won’t let you forget that for a single second

You want a snack? That’s fine, here’s a nine-course buffet featuring food from the human world, Celestial Realm, and Devildom

Been feeling tired and want a break? No worries, the next week has been declared a newfound Devildom holiday, so rest up for as long as you want

You don’t like this specific brand of nail polish? Oh okay, there are now four hundred samples in your room to help you find one you do like

It honestly gets to the point where you have to sit Diavolo down (*cough* sit on Diavolo’s lap *cough*) and tell him that no, when you tell him you’re considering cutting your hair, he doesn’t have to hire four professional hairstylists and a consultant to help you select the style

After much discussion he agrees to talk these things out with you

And it’s the sweetest thing in the world

“Babe, can you help me get this jar? I can’t reach it.”

“Does this mean you just want me to get you the jar? Or do you want me to make it a law that all Devildom households cannot have shelves higher than the reach of the standard human height?”

“Just the jar, hon.”

“Oh”

Will never deny you anything, ever

Actually begins putting your interests in front of his own, asking Barbatos to cook your favorite meals and desserts instead of Diavolo’s own preferences because hey, food is just food, and it makes him so happy to see your face light up when you find that dinner is your favorite dish

And listen there’s one thing you need to know about: this man’s bed

Holy shit, nothing compares

It is the most comfortable thing in the world, and you’re pretty sure that even God is missing out if he hasn’t taken a nap on Diavolo’s bed because goddamn that shit is amazing

Like you love Diavolo to death but his bed is absolutely revolutionary with how comfortable it is, and you really feel like you could spend an eternity just starfished out under the covers

And of course, since you love the bed and Diavolo loves you, the two of you can spend hours just lazing around in the morning, cuddling and giggling until it’s almost lunchtime

And mornings with Diavolo are the best

Again, though, you’re royalty, now that you’re married to him. So Diavolo isn’t going to let you be woken up like a commoner. With him, there are no alarms, no loud voices, none of that obnoxious shaking you awake or any such nonsense

No, when Diavolo wakes you up every morning, it’s truly in a way fit for royalty, in a way that only he can do - a way that you honestly prefer to all the others ways you’ve been woken 

And does this include Diavolo smirking up with you every morning from between your thighs?

Absolutely.

But does that stop him from doing it every day? 

Never.

[lyssahlyssah]

Obey Me! The Present

a/n: not suitable for work

Well, this took a week of my life, but it's ok! It's obviously something I needed to get off my chest (ahem). I hope you enjoy. 🟣🔵⚫

pairing: F!MC x Belphegor, category: (very) not suitable for work, warnings: some angst, virgin sex, penetration, oral sex, teasing, man-eating petunias. description: Belphie give F!MC the present she's always wanted. wordcount: 2.1k

"Is there anything else I can do for you for your birthday? Being your present and all. "

In your room, Belphie stands in front of you with his usual coy smile. Tall and gorgeous, he cocks his head to one side causing hair to fall into his violet eyes. He confidently holds your gaze.  As the gaze lingers, his smile deepens, playfully suggestive.

Today is your birthday and you've spent it on a date with Belphie. Feeling guilty after forgetting to buy you anything, he had cleverly volunteered to be your present, granting you any wishes you wanted.

Excited by his creativity (and the prospect of time with him alone), you had taken full advantage, first visiting the planetarium and then the botanical gardens. You'd laughed together, played around, took naps under a tree with his head in your lap. At the botanical gardens, he'd even rescued you from man-eating petunias after you took a wrong turn, and had shamelessly teased you about it since. Everything was effortless and fun when you were together.

And now, looking at his smiling face, you reflected on how far the two of you'd come. This wasn't Belphie from long ago in the attic; the angry and vengeful demon that once tried to kill you, heart twisted with hate from the loss of his beloved sister. No, he had changed. As time had gone on, he had warmed to the whole world, even to his older brother Lucifer, whom he had once admitted hating to the point of murder. He was now letting people to get close to him again. And especially you. He had opened the door to his heart and was inviting you in.

Because of the complicated history you shared, a special bond grew between you. His aloofness drew your open and loving nature like a moth to a flame, and you clicked like magnets due to your differences. Over any of the other brothers, he made you feel comfortable. Facing him now, you realized you've fallen hard for the infamous sloth demon. It was for those reasons, a response to his question immediately floated to your lips.

"Kiss me", you say, giving him a smile of your own.

"Sure", he agrees, a blush on his cheeks. Your lips meet. It's soft and sweet. Somehow, even though you aren't sure where he found the time between naps to become this way, Belphie is an incredible kisser.

His lips push down on yours with a little more force, then abruptly pull back, leaving you breathless. "Is that all?" he asks. "In that case, I'll give myself to you every day" his eyes crinkle in a smile, ever teasing.

You wet your lips, heart pattering in your chest. You did want more from him...a lot more.  Now or never. you think. You catch his hand and hold it. "Ah...Belphie...actually, what I want instead, is to give m-myself....to you." you stammer a little in getting it out. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're insinuating. Silence.

"MC...you sure? With me?" Belphie stares back at you, no longer joking. He pauses. "Why me? Why not Lucifer...or...or...The Great Mammon?" he says, with a sarcastic flourish.

When he sees your face drop, he immediately apologizes and runs a hand through his thick hair, ruffling it. His voice softens. "I'm sorry...I've been angry for so long, you know? Sometimes it just comes out when I don't mean it to."

He takes your hand again and pulls you to the bed where you sit down together. Color rises in his cheeks. "Really though...I've lied to you, I've manipulated you. Not that long ago...I even tried to kill you. Why am I the one you want for this?" He searches your face for an answer. 

"You're my master, I can't refuse you, and I'd be crazy to anyway, but...why me?" Standing up, he paces a few feet in a circle, then sits down again. You've rarely seen him this worked up; it's obvious he still hasn't totally forgiven himself for hurting you.

"I love you Belphie", the words fall out of your mouth. Your eyes widen. You search your feelings and know it isn't a lie. His eyes are wide too. "Do...do you mean that?" he questions, leaning back.

You nod, "I need you, Belphie. I feel safe with you; I know you'd never hurt me now. And...I know you need me too". You continue, your voice low. "I want you. More than anyone else".

The words visibly shake him. He drops his head, staring into his lap, then slowly brings his head back up and gazes at you. You're taken aback by the open desire you see there. It's as if a mask has fallen off and you're seeing the real him for the first time.

When he speaks, it's slowly, deliberately.

"I want to know you that way, MC...More intimately than anyone ever has." His eyes start to glow a fierce purple. "You're mine, and I want to be your first. I want to give you something to remember me by when you go back to the human world." You swallow hard, your heart starting to race and nod.

He leans forward, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. And again. Deeply, tongue reaching hungrily into your mouth. You whimper against his lips, full of want.

You give yourself over completely to his touch. His hands are on your face, guiding the movement of your heads. It feels so good, all the strength leaves you, and you fully let him hold you up. Between kisses, he makes small sounds of passion.

"You drive me crazy" he murmurs, looking into your eyes. A thrill runs up your spine. He's here, fully here - with you. No distance. Not a trace of sleepiness. In this moment of closeness, Belphie has completely overcome his sin.

You gasp as his fingers effortlessly snap off the button to your jeans with an audible pop. "Oops", he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

He leans you back onto the covers. Continuing to kiss you, he slides his hand into your jeans and caresses your lower stomach, playing with the hollow of your hip bone. Ticklish, you sharply draw in a breath, causing him to smile at you. "Don't be nervous" he says reassuringly. "I'll take care of you".

He sides your pants down, and then completely takes them off. You shiver, all at once feeling vulnerable.

"Mmmm..." He murmurs, looking over your body. "You're so beautiful. I've dreamed about getting to touch you like this". He reverently slides his hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist. Goosebumps raise up at his touch.

Holding your gaze, he leans down and pulls your shirt over your head then sits upright and does the same for himself. His hair is even more disheveled afterward and the thought of it being that way because you're in bed together turns you on.

Even though you've napped together endlessly, you've never seen this much of his body, and you sigh with pleasure drinking in the width of his shoulders, his flat stomach. He watches you just as avidly and the small smile returns as he sees the effect he has on you.

Leaning in, Belphie captures your lips once more in a steamy kiss. Running his hands up your shoulders, he cups your cheeks, then traces down your back and unhooks your bra. You respond by thrusting your own hands into his hair and pulling him to you.

He kisses his way down your chest and your stomach, where his lips leave little trails of fire on your skin. You try but can't remember ever feeling more aroused. He playfully nips your belly button as it goes by, and smiles when you jump and protest, eyes glinting.

Belphie stops between your legs, breathing out slowly, and kisses up one of your thighs. At the top he hugs it to his face, cheek pressing into the flesh. Pausing, he looks at you sideways and says, "I've wanted to do this since we met".

Taking his time, he hooks your panties with one finger and pulls them down. Admiring the view, he runs a finger down your core, lightly teasing your clit. You sigh, then jump when he gives a jerk. "You're so fucking wet down here" he utters in awed tones.

Seeing you so excited for him seems to unhinge him a little. Looking at your soaked slit with total attention, he raises his finger to his lips and lightly sucks off your excitement. His eyes flutter close and a low groan of desire escapes him. Leaning in, he buries his face in your folds. His soft tongue pushes roughly against your swollen clit and it's your turn to gasp.

He continues to work on you for a few minutes. The pleasure overwhelms you, but still, you want him deeper. Parts of yourself you aren't familiar with are showing up and demanding to be satisfied. You try to stretch your legs further and wider apart so his tongue can reach every needy part of you. More than happy to help, he greedily tongues your tight hole. "B-Belphie!" Your voice rises as you near your climax. He reaches one hand up and laces your fingers through his. "Go ahead, MC...I've got you, you're safe. I want to taste you when you cum." Soothed, you let yourself go fully, shuddering, waves of euphoria threatening to drown you. "Mmmm..." Belphie says contentedly. You can feel his lips as he captures every last drop on his tongue.

You collapse into the pillows as the pleasure ebbs away, but he doesn't give you time to rest. You feel manicured fingers slide into your slippery hole. At first, it's a gentle in-and-out getting you used to the sensation. You squirm, your flesh still sensitive from his earlier attentions. After a few moments, he picks up the pace and starts pushing into you faster and deeper, turning and curling the digits. Mewling with every thrust, you blush bright red, still a little self-conscious  From his place cradled between your legs, he watches your face possessively. "I love your sounds", he says.

Pleasure begins to fill your abdomen once again as you near climax, and you involuntarily start to grind against his hand, desperate to increase the tempo. Loving your impatience, he dips his head down and bites you on the inside of your thigh, near your core. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, you're pushed over the edge, launching into oblivion for the second time. This time he can't help himself and covers your mouth in a passionate kiss, jealously swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Thoroughly ravaged, you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. Belphie looks back at you, spellbound by the state you're in. "B...Belphie", you manage to get out. "What, MC?" he softly answers. "I need you inside me", you pleadingly say to his violet eyes. He shudders and pulls back from you.

"Okay", he says, unfastening his pants button. He pulls them down and his length springs out, large, strong, and perfect. Dazzled, your mouth drops open slightly. He smiles confidently at you and crawls back up your body. Once there, he turns your hips so you're lying on your back with your hips to one side, lined up to your exposed slit on his knees. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing it, testing its softness, before bringing his hands back to grip your hip with both hands. "Tell me if I hurt you", he says with unexpected tenderness and starts to push inside you.

Due to the position of your hips and your overall tightness, his first thrust is shallow, but the friction makes you both groan. Pulling out slowly, drawing out the pleasure, he pushes inside again, going slightly deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head. He feels blissful, way past anything you had imagined.

Using your hip to pull your ass against his lap, he starts to move more quickly. With abandon, you throw your arms against the covers above your head, your face falling to one side and breasts jiggling as the snap of his thrusts push you up and down. Also lost in pleasure, his eyes are closed and low groans rumble from his throat.

It doesn't take long for you to climax again, and then again. Your walls clenching tightly around him, each climax earns you a growl, but Belphie shows no signs of giving you mercy. Finally, even though you wish it could last forever, he thrusts deeply within you and you feel his warmth spread into your abdomen.

Completely spent, you lay together in the candlelight, your head on his chest, legs intertwined. Your core aches sweetly. He holds you close. Happier than you've felt in your entire life, you both start to drop off. As you do, you raise your head to look at him, and you see he's already asleep. Full of affection, your chin on his chest, you breathe, "Thank you for granting my wish". Seconds later, fading into darkness you hear him whisper, "I love you, too".

[sunlightheidi]

Life Worth Living

Jihyun Kim "V" | MC / Reader

*NSFW (under cut)

Happy Sunday friends! Enjoy this very fluffy smut ~

Jihyun’s studio is your favorite room in the house.

Everything about it is light. Light wooden floors and walls a pale shade of ivory, both speckled with remnants of paint that neither of you have ever bothered cleaning. The windows are tall and give you a perfect view of the fluttering hummingbirds drinking water from the feeder you’d hung from the maple oak tree (had sat on Jihyun’s shoulders to do it – swaying and giggling).

The sun filters through the sheer curtains, illuminates the room in golden hues all through the day. It’s the perfect amount of light for Jihyun to work clearly and peacefully (whether he’s drawing, or painting or taking silly photographs of you) and lets you linger quietly in his space as he does so – content and warm in the little blue sofa and the soft blankets he’s placed in here just for you.

This little nook Jihyun has created is where you spend most of your free time. You love to lay down and daydream as you watch him work. His art is wonderful, you’ve always thought so – every piece sketched, every canvas painted, every picture taken leaves you in complete wonder of him, of his talent.

But what you love best of all is watching him create these dreamscapes; shirtless and muscles rippling as he sways freely, careless hair glittering in the light, tools in his gentle paint-stained hands – he’s beautiful.

You could lay in this little corner of yours forever; learning the names of his favorite paints, about which techniques he prefers to use, listen to way he moves and all that he dreams of.

There are days however, when minutes feel like hours and your heart feels weary because everything has gone pear-shaped and wrong. A long warm shower makes you feel a little more like yourself, but you struggle to keep your eyes open as you stumble up the stairs in your robe and nothing else, to the man you’ve given your heart and whole life too.

Ah, there he is; his back to the door and sitting on a spinning stool, paintbrush in hand and a palette in the other.

You go to him instantly, wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his back in greeting, say nothing because you don’t want to distract him from his work. You nuzzle his neck and peek over his shoulder at his current project. A landscape this time – cherry blossoms from the trip he had surprised you with for your anniversary a few months ago.

As you begin to pull away, he pulls you back and wraps his arms around you – kisses you dizzy, calls you darling and sweetheart and tells you how much he’s missed you.

You stumble into your little sanctuary afterwards, lips swollen and a little off balance but warm and happy; fall asleep the moment you wrap yourself in the coziness of your blankets.

You dream of a night in spring, of cherry blossom trees and a quiet breeze and a starry sky – a memory of gentle hands caressing your softness and making love to you under the moonlight.

The dream vanishes, colors and hues of blues and golds fill your vision – you wake to soft kisses along your thighs, on your hips. You shift a little, yawning and chest rising. Then, a gentle tap on your thigh; the solid end of a pencil. Warm, turquoise eyes meet yours as they open.

Jihyun is sitting on the sofa with you, has made room for himself at the very end with your feet on his lap, his earlier work long forgotten.

“Stay still for me, darling.”

You shudder under the weight of his gaze, seeking it even as his attention shifts back to the sketchpad in his hand, charcoal pencil in the other. Those same graceful hands that are always so careful when they take you apart; so careful and memorizing when they trace the outline of your figure on paper, and smooth an array of charcoal down the lines of your body.

Jihyun loves to spill you onto his art – pictures drawn and photographs taken of you, they are strewn all over his studio, displayed on the walls of every room in your home. They are beautiful, just like everything else about him, like everything he graces with his touch.

But hanging right next to them is your own work, a disarray of candid pictures you’ve taken of him. They are your absolute favorites because he’s always radiant and flushed, always giggles shily the moment you turn the camera on him.

“Your thoughts are spinning,” he says, eyes flickering up to you, a soft smile on his pretty mouth. “What did you dream about?”

“The night we camped underneath the stars, when the cherry blossoms were blooming.”

“Mmm,” he hums, a soft agreement. He remembers it perfectly – the night you’d laid naked with him underneath the stars and he’d made love to you until the sun rose. “A good dream then. Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart?”

You do so, at peace with the warm flush that’s worked its way through your insides. It is still new to you, being bared like this for him to draw you, but you are comfortable. More than comfortable with him, if only a little shy at his attention, but he’s always tender with you.

His gaze flickers down your body; the blankets have long fallen to the floor, your robe in disarray and hiding nothing from him. You don’t fix it – let him watch every bit of you instead. “Are you getting a little restless, darling?”

“A little,” you admit, “but I can stay still a little longer for you.”

Jihyuns nods, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, using his thumb to massage your inner thigh.

“Jihyun, dearest, you’re not meant to be making this harder for me,” you remind him, lowering your eyebrows in a faux-scowl, lip pouting. Your body shivers in delight as you witness his eyes darken – you know he loves your mouth, know it makes his fantasies unwind like nothing else.

He laughs, something dark and hoarse, but always as warm as the sun. “My apologies. You know I am just as tempted by you, if not more so.”

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you tease, letting your eyes fall closed once again as you slip into a steady daze. “Please finish quickly Jihyun, I’ve missed you terribly.”

And you have. All day long have been feeling a little heartsick for him.

You don’t open your eyes again for a while. Occasionally, you feel him moving you around; a hand adjusting the position of your arm, brushing hair from your face, or ghosting against your thighs.

It’s a while before he moves again, and you feel the sofa cushions shift as he slips his legs from beneath you; hear him place his sketchpad and charcoal down.

You open your eyes when you feel Jihyun hover above you – plush lips, soft lashes, smiling mouth, adoration in his gaze. You don’t need a single star or planet to align if only he keeps looking at you in this way for the rest of your life.

“Can I see the sketch?” You whisper, your body writhing at the wild, desperate look he gives you; know that he needs you just as badly as you need him.

You feel dizzy, drunk as you try to regain control of your body that never, never, never has enough of him.

“Later,” he answers, finally brushing his lips against yours, swallowing your moan as he presses every inch of his body against yours. He can’t ever have enough of you either.

Jihyun loves to capture these moments between you, has taken photographs of him pleasing you, of you pleasing him, of you two together; you wish he would paint this moment, the two of you intwined so tightly that you looked like one.

There is no need for preparation; you’ve been wet since he’d pressed you back into the blankets and asked you to stay there. Jihyun releases a shaky breath as he thrusts up and over your mound, coating himself in your arousal. You press his face into your neck and drape one leg over his hip, opening yourself up fully and giving unspoken permission at the same time.

You both gasp as the head of his cock notches at your entrances. His hips tremble slightly as he drives in, only stopping once his hips are tights against yours. You can’t help it; you squeeze around him, arch a little and writhe at the delicious fullness you feel.

“Thank you for waiting for me, my love” he says, and you know he doesn’t just mean today, or every other day you’ve watched him work while basking in the sunlight.

He means that period so long ago, when both of you were lost and stumbling through life but had fallen desperately in love with each other. When he’d left to learn how to live with mistakes made and figure out himself and his dreams.

You stayed and tried to make sense of what your life had become. Had spent so much of your time praying to the stars, to the moon, to the sun that he would come back to you.

He pulls backs to look at your face, brushes wild hair from your forehead and presses a kiss where his fingers had been. He only moves once he is sure you won’t look away. The first time he draws away and presses back in is enough to make you whine, enough to make you cry with the tender way he is looking at you.

Jihyun fucks into you at a gentle pace, loves to draw out the pleasure and just feel you beneath him. You understand why, too. All those years of secrecy and lying had left his body tired and his soul weary, and now he is eager for a moment of respite. He’s found that peace, the calmness he’s searched his whole life for, in you.

You can feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his. You suck in a breath as Jihyun slicks your wetness up, fingers grazing your swollen, sensitive clit. A broken gasp leaves you as he presses harder, circling around you and you press yourself against his hand, rocking into him as he thrusts into you. You begin to flutter around him and he groans, his pace finally stuttering, his hips shaking against yours.

“Come on, baby,” he urges, flushed and eyes dark and shining. “Let me hear you.”

And you do. You let yourself vocalize everything that he makes you feel – the adoration, the love, the coursing desire that has lit a burning fire within you. He presses his mouth to yours and tastes every sound you make, pupils blown and completely blissed out in the knowledge that it’s all because of him.

He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks of pleasure, joins you with a jerk of his hips – brows furrowed, eyes shut and his lips parted as he moans your name.

When he finally pulls away, your thighs are shaking and your eyes are dropping with fatigue. He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, pulls back to look at the mess between your thighs and sings you quiet praises.

“Come here, honey,” he whispers, slowly standing up and hooking one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders and lifts you up effortlessly. You lock your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, sigh in quiet happiness. “Let’s get to bed.”

He carries you through the hallways of this home you’ve built together. Photographs of you two line the walls, kissing and smiling and always looking at each other with joy in your eyes.

There are pictures of your friends too, posters of Zen’s productions, blurry images of Jumin with Elizabeth the 3rd, Jaehee in front of her new café, Yoosung at his recent graduation, and plenty of the reunited Choi twins on their many adventures (because Saeyoung has taken it upon himself to hang pictures on your walls too).

Days can be long, and sometimes you don’t feel like yourself; but these still images that capture the life you once dreamed of help you remember: you have Jihyun, you have a family – you need nothing else.

You lean closer to Jihyun, kiss up his neck and across his jawline. Press your lips against the corner of his smiling mouth. “I love you.”

I would have waited a lifetime for you, you think. You have made my life a living dream.

[evierena]

The Brothers eavesdropping to MC accidentally confessing their undying love for them. Part 1.

INTRO

MC was having their monthly catch-up call with their best friend in the Human Realm. At first, their friend could not believe the situation MC was living, but after a few calls they had finally come to accept the whole "I was summoned to Hell, but it's called Devildom, and now I have to live with 7 hot demon brothers and they are actually kinda nice" situation (yeah, Levi would be proud of my naming skills). Anyhow, during this specific call MC was filling in their friend with the latest update on their newfound feelings for one of the brothers, not knowing that said brother was actually outside their room, eavesdropping! And then, their friend asks "What is it about him that you love so much?"

What did MC respond? How did that brother react and what did he do with that information? Well, let's see...

Lucifer

- He was doing his nightly rounds, making sure everyone was in their room, and when he passed by your door he caught your laughter and he stopped for a second, just to absorb the sound and allow himself to relax a little. Then, out of the blue, he heard you saying: "I think I'm in love with him".

- Well, that was unexpected. He would never admit to anyone the way his heart skipped a beat for a moment there, and absolutely will never let you know that those simple words could stir such feelings within him.

- And then, with his demon senses, he heard another voice coming from your room. "Why? What is it about Lucifer that you love so much?"

- Now, for him, the world completely stopped moving, he put all of his demon hearing to work and capture every little sound around him, even his heart stopped and his blood froze in his veins to allow more silence around him.

- "He takes so much pride in his family, you know? In his position as the protector of his brothers and as the right hand of Diavolo, at first I thought that was it" you said, unaware of the petrified demon outside your door. "But now, I've come to love not just that. I love all the sides Lucifer has shown me, vulnerable, sick, angry, sad, stressed even murderous. He makes me feel motivated to be better, to strive for more, and I feel so proud knowing he trusts me that much. I just love him"

- After that, Lucifer's heart started beating like crazy in his chest, his blood running rampant through his body, and almost all reason escaped his mind. Almost.

- He managed to compose himself but he couldn't help the smug grin remaining in his face.

- Lucifer went back to his room after hearing your accidental confession, although he couldn't sleep thinking about his next move.

- For the following days he started to ampp up his game. He was always smiling at you, asking you to be by his side a little longer each time, lingering gloveless touches everywhere, he wanted to feel you and for you to feel him.

- You thought you were going crazy for sure, you didn't want to put your hopes up, but you couldn't help the throbbing sensation he provoked everytime he came a little closer a little longer, the flirty remarks, the intense stare and the knowing smile everytime you met his ruby gaze.

- So, finally, you went to his room in the night, determined to confess. And before all the courage you managed to gather escaped, you didn't even wait for him to completely open his door before spilling your heart out.

- "Lucifer, I'm in love with you!" you said closing your eyes, afraid of his reaction.

- But he lifted your chin to face him properly and you were welcomed with a smug smile and "I know" from his lips before he stole your breath in a deep heated kiss.

- In conclusion; after knowing you loved him, Lucifer intoxicated your mind with him until you confessed directly, so he could rely his own feelings to you.

Mammon

- It's a bad habit of his to just barge into your room without announcing himself, however, after so many times of you begging for him to just say something before entering, he finally remembered.

- So, he stopped himself on his tracks before doing exactly that, and that was all it took for him to hear your conversation with your best friend.

- "You are a moronsexual, I'm telling you"

- The heck is that?

- Mammon was completely confused, who was a moronsexual? What is a moronsexual? Is that something he could sell? Now, he is interested and waiting for your answer.

- "Shut it, don't call him a moron, 'kay? Besides, I don't see any problem with being in love with Mammon"

- Whoa, whaaaat? Who is in love with Mammon?... Wait, no, Who wouldn't be in love with THE Great Mammon, right?

- Mammon pressed his ear against your door, thinking he could hear better that way, but really it just suffocated the noise, and then he remembered he could just tuned his hearing. He was also beet red by that moment, internally thanking that none of his brothers could see him like that, he would never hear the end of it.

- "But, really MC, what do you love about Mammon?"

- Mammon catched his breath abruptly, remaining as still as possible.

- "Well, I love him because he's Mammon, and that means that I'll never be bored with him, and that he'll always be there for me when I need him, that I can trust him with my soul and he would never let me down. I love him because he is so generous even when he pretends he isn't, he is so sweet and cute but also really cool, and he is a total tsundere but he has opened himself to me, and everything about him is so complex and simple at the same time, I just... I love Mammon"

- You, my sweet MC, have officially broke Mammon.

- All of his blood was in his face, his heart was going rampant, his mind absorbed your words but couldn't understand what they meant, he was both ecstatic and terrified.

- And since he stopped functioning, he didn't realize you were walking towards the door until you opened up to stumble upon a teary eyed, flushed and very embarrassed Avatar of Greed.

- You knew he listened, there was no other motive to his state.

- Mammon stared at you intensely, deeply and loving and your face blushed as furiously as his. You finished the call with your best friend in stuttered, barely comprehensible words, and started fidgeting under Mammon's gaze.

- "Mammie?"

- You see, his brain wasn't aware that he was staring at you like that, he was just marvelling at how beautiful and precious you were. He was remembering all of your conversations; the way you always stood up for him, how you were always smiling at him, and that you never degraded him at all. And when you said his name he snapped back to reality.

- Then, in a both usual and unusual Mammon way, he launched himself at your arms in a very tight hug. Like you were his lifeline, and let's be honest, maybe you were, but he was yours just as much.

- "I love ya' MC" he muttered next to your ears, causing you to hold onto him even more.

- "I love you more, Mammie"

- "Nah, I love ya' much much more"

- And now you were in a duel to see who loved the other more, that eventually led to admit that you both loved each other and that was enough.

- You both spend that night in your bed, simply enjoying the other's warmth, pouring your love to your heart's content.

- And if you ever think that he will be separated from you ever again, you are terribly mistaken.

- Not that you minded, tho.

- In conclusion; Mammon would not wait another second away from you after hearing that you also love him as much as he loves you.

Leviathan

- Boy was going over to your room, to invite you play a new game he had just bought. As always, he had to take a second before knocking on your door to convince himself he wasn't being annoying.

- Then he listened to your rambling.

- "I feel so lightheaded when I'm with him, and I can't stop replaying everything on my mind when I'm alone, and I'm afraid he'll notice and be weirded out that a normie like me is head over heels for him"

- OMFF (oh my f***** father) what is this?? Is this like that time in "I accidentally eavesdropped on my normie best friend and discovered they're in love with me, how can I confess to them without being creepy?" (Ok, Levi would not be proud of my naming skills) no, no, no, waaaait, this could not be possibly be about him. Oh, no, you couldn't have possibly fallen for a yucky Otaku shut-in like him, there's no way... Right?

- "So, tell me, MC, what is it about this Leviathan that you love so much?"

- He was already sweating and trembling, but his heart definitely stopped for a concerning amount of time. If he wasn't a demon, he would most likely had already passed out right there and then.

- "I love how passionate he is, and how he always respects my privacy and he waits until I'm ready to talk, he doesn't pressure me into nothing, he gives me my space, I love how he can talk about what he likes so earnestly. I love that sparkle in his eyes when he's winning a difficult game and his razor focus when he is being really challenged by something. I feel so happy with Levi and I just want to make him see himself through my eyes so he could just stop belittle himself".

- Leviathan.exe has died. That's it.

- He literally passed out the moment those words came out of your mouth, so you heard a loud thud right outside and you found Levi face first on the floor.

- Nervousness is short to what you felt during the agonizing time he took to actually give any signs of being alive.

- When Levi woke up he didn't understand why was he laying in the floor of your room, but the moment his memories came flooding back he stand up and try to run away, his face a blushing mess.

- And as much as you wanted to stop him and apologize, you let him go, because he was clearly not ready for that conversation.

- So, a week passed and everyday you tried to contact him to no avail. Until you were finally done with playing hide and seek, you marched firmly (only in your mind 'coz you were shaking like a leaf) to his room and practically forced yourself in.

- The conversation went as you would think, stuttering, muttering, blushing messes both of you while confessing face to face your feelings for the other.

- And finally, after reassuring him, that yes, this is real, and yes you do love him, him, Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, not one of his brothers or anyone else but just HIM, he accepted your love.

- Levi gathered all of his very little confidence and went for a slight hug.

- In conclusion; this snek boy needs time, and a lot of reassurance to accept the truth and realize it's not a dream, you also love him.

Satan

- He was trying to retrieve one of the books he had lend you to study for your classes, but just before knocking on your door, he thought to himself to better do it tomorrow, it was already late and you were probably getting ready to sleep.

- That is, until he heard your giggling on the other side.

- "But, tell me, what is it about Wrath that you love so much?"

- Satan was confused and intrigued, what's this conversation about? Obviously, something about him, so he's going to listen.

- "First of, he is not Wrath, I mean Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, but he is not just Wrath, at all. He is so much more than that, he is his own person with his own feelings and thoughts, even more so than we are, because he has lived for thousands of years. He knows so much about a lot of things that are completely beyond my comprehension, but he always manages to make them reachable for my limited mind. I love how he can go from being a pain in Lucifer's ass to a soft and doting cat dad, the way he loses himself into compelling detective novels. I got it bad for him"

- Satan was speechless. His brows raised almost up until his hairline.

- He felt a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, did you really thought of him that way?

- Oh, boy, was he blushing, he even brought a hand to his face to cover from any non existent prying eyes.

- He heard you shuffling around in your room, so he decided to retreat to his own, already planning his confession as he was walking away in the hallway.

- That night, Satan wrote you a poem, an essay and a ode to you. He tried to portray his feelings, but he also felt something was missing and he cracked his head all night searching for it. He redid everything over and over again, looking for more beautiful, deeper words to describe the extent to his love for you.

- However, Satan fell asleep on top of all the manuscripts and drabbles of his "failures", and the next morning guess who was asked to go and fetch the blond demon for breakfast?

- Ok, could've been anyone, but for the sake of this HC, it was you, ok?

- So, you went, and knocked, and waited, and called for him, and knocked again, but nothing. So you enter through his surprisingly unlocked door, and found him sound asleep. And it was such an endearing sight, you just couldn't force yourself to disturb him.

- However, you did tried to cover him with a blanket from his bed and obviously (this is also for the sake of this HC) he woke up at the feeling of foreign touch.

- When he saw you, it clicked on him the thing he was missing for his confession.

- Eye contact.

- Satan jumped to his feet, held your hands, and declared his love for you with a deep blush in his cheeks, a little stuttering in his words, but so much honesty and passion in his green eyes, you were lost.

- In conclusion, Satan would try to make a romantic confession but he would ultimately just convey his feelings in a heart melting, brain wrecking monologue, you can't do nothing but love him even more.

If there's any grammar or spelling mistake I apologize, english is not my first language, and I would appreciated if you could kindly point it out for me so I can get better

Thank you for reading.

Atte. Evie

A/N: Part 2 is up! If you want to be tagged in it just ask me & I'll be delighted to.

Have a wonderful day/night and stay safe!

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1 for love confessions is giving off OH2 chapter 11 vibes 😢

Whispers

Book: Open Heart: Second Year (post ch 12) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 650 Rating: G Category: fluff Trope(s): and there was a confession, and they realize they’re in love

Summary: Gen is staying with Ethan after the attack, and it causes him to realize the true depth of his feelings for her. 

Warnings: none

A/N: I know you said 2.11, but I went with 2.12 instead. Hope that’s okay. 

From Love Confessiolns Prompt List. Prompt in bold - Also all prompts from this list will have the same banner, like below, with the prompt on it but different fic titles. It’s like a mini series lol 

The rain hasn’t let up since the funeral four days ago, the skies only offering a few respites before another storm appears and the rain begins to drown the city once more. 

Ethan watches the newest squall from the large windows in his living room, silently wishing that the weather could wash away the pain that the woman in his bed currently feels. 

Genevieve has been with him, hiding out in his apartment, since that night in his car; when his offer to drive her home turned into something more. He was more than happy to offer her shelter, and truth be told, it’s helping him, too. The thought of having to part with her that night, have her be out of his sight, was agonizing. Crippling. No matter how many times he told himself she was safe, he could never quite believe it. The nightmares of the attack lingering for far longer than Ethan thought they would. But, that comes with the territory of having someone you care a great deal for in danger. 

Although, this fear, goes much deeper than the terror Ethan had felt with Naveen. And it was because Genevieve mattered far more than Ethan was willing to accept. 

He takes a deep breath, tearing his troubled gaze away from the windows and heading towards his bedroom. Gen is still sound asleep, wrapped in his sheets like a caterpillar in a cocoon. 

She looks as though she’s always belonged there, just as she has in every other corner of his home. Like his dark and empty space was waiting for her natural radiance to brighten the corners and mend the cracks. 

Like she did with his heart. Somehow healing his wounds without him even noticing. Only realizing it when faced with the possibility of losing her forever. 

The only true comfort of that day, and the days since, was learning Genevieve feels the same intense longing that he’s felt for her. Even if Ethan wasn’t completely honest with her. 

He watches her breath for a few more seconds before settling back into the bed. Placing a gentle kiss to her head, smiling like a fool when he realizes she’d used his shampoo and body wash in the shower in the shower instead of her own. 

“Gen?” He whispers into the dark, counting to ten to see if she awakens before continuing. 

“I keep thinking about that night, when we were discussing our regrets. I told you that I care for you, but that isn’t the whole truth, Rookie. I gave you the half truth, because I’m a damn coward when it comes to you, but…” 

He takes a deep breath, cataloging every detail of her face. Remind himself, once again, that she won’t suddenly disappear on him. 

“My feelings for you, G, they go so far past care. And they have for a long time. The truth is that… I’m falling in love with you and that both terrifies and thrills me. I’ve reached the point where it’s nearly impossible to picture my life without you in it, and when I do it’s… it’s not something I ever want to become reality.” 

The pounding of his heart is the only thing he can hear, swallowing back every thought he has of running. Because he no longer wants to go back, only forward. 

“I couldn’t live with myself, if I didn’t tell you. I just hope that someday, soon, I can tell you while you’re not asleep.” 

She stirs at that, and for a few panicked seconds Ethan freezes, but all Genevieve does is turn around, burrow into his chest with a sleepy, yet content, sigh. 

The action makes his heart beat even faster, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Ethan smiles softly, kissing her head and wrapping her in his arms. Knowing he’ll dream of her, and the future he’s finally ready to have with her.

A/N: Short and sweet. And I will never get off the hill that G stayed with Ethan after the attack. I’ll die on this hill. 

(Tagging separately) 

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[The following ask is just an attempt on my, Winter's, part to exploit a quirk in tumblr's code that keeps formatting from copy/pasted items when answering an ask on desktop as opposed to making a text post.]

MC is a Phoenix and Child of a Famous Magic User

A slightly modified request fill for @guardianoftheunderworld090! This ended up getting away from me a bit, and by a bit I mean a lot so uhhh Oops! Because of that, I didn’t end up doing the dateables+Luke, so apologies! But this is already probably wayyyyy off from the original request anyway.

Again, oopsie :3

Content Warnings: Temporary character death, spoilers for Lesson 16+, brief implication of immolation (but not really bc, y’know, phoenix), mild-to-moderate blood and injuries/violence

As soon as they learned their name, everyone knew of MC. While not quite on Solomon or the great witch Maddi’s level, their parents had made quite the name for themselves in the magical community. Their pre-existing knowledge of magic and the supernatural was therefore completely expected.

Less so was what happened when they died.

Mammon had been cradling their body when it happened, still too stunned to react to his smug younger brother gloating about taking out such a fragile, weak creature. The entire House of Lamentation was in shock: MC, the human they had come to cherish, was bleeding out right in front of their eyes and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

The Avatar of Greed’s breath hitched as he felt their pulse fade, watched the rise and fall of their chest cease…

And then he screamed as MC’s body burst into flames. They were scorching hot, but left no marks on him nor the surrounding area. On instinct, Beelzebub darted forward to pull Mammon away from the inferno, his protests weakened by surprise and grief. Belphegor was knocked backwards off his feet by the force of the flames, and they all watched as the fire raged on, until it began to take on a recognizable shape.

Not of MC, but of a brightly coloured flaming bird.

The phoenix cocked its head to the side, as though assessing its surroundings, eyes passing over each of the frozen brothers before rounding on Belphegor. It shrieked, puffed up feathers interspersed with jets of flame, and charged the youngest with its sharp beak and talons bared.

And suddenly it was no longer a bird.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” MC yelled as they continued to slash at Belphie. A large pair of bright flaming wings arched behind their back, threatening to torch anything they touched. “I LITERALLY RISKED THE WRATH OF LUCIFER FOR WEEKS TO HELP YOUR SORRY ASS GET OUT OF THAT ATTIC AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME?! WITH MURDER?!”

Blood pooled in Belphie’s mouth from a particularly nasty slash across his lip. He spit to the side before replying, “In my defense, most people stay dead when you kill them!”

“THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO—”

“...MC?” Levi said, voice small. “I-Is that really you…?” His tail swished behind him anxiously.

MC turned their attention to the rest of the brothers (one set of talons still embedded in Belphie’s leg, in case he had thoughts of running).

Beel was stock still, eyes pointed ahead but staring at something beyond the room. Asmo was crying silently, though his expression was neutral and wide eyed. The gears in Satan’s head were visibly turning even as he shredded the sleeves of his shirt with his claws. Mammon was misty eyed, with such an open expression of love and want and hurt that it made them want to cry as well. And Lucifer… The Avatar of Pride’s usual mask of stony superiority had crumbled into something lost and broken.

They looked back to Belphegor, who clutched at his leg, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes. They slowly remove their talons from his leg and face the group, folding their wings inward until they regain their humanoid form.

“I guess I have a bit of explaining to do, huh.”

Lucifer

Too many things have happened so fast, he doesn’t even know how to respond.

Not only has MC apparently been having secret meetings with Belphegor, not only are the pacts they’ve made with his brothers just tools to free him, not only did Belphegor then betray them and attempt to kill them, but they’re also… A phoenix?!

Distantly, hysterically, he thinks, how in the three realms is that not on their file?

“Oh, I’m also not technically from this timel-”

Lucifer shushes them. He can’t deal with any other reveals right now.

Once… everything is dealt with, he allows himself to be curious about MC’s origins.

Have they always been this way? Were they adopted by their parents, a familiar given human form, or had something gone wrong one day with a spell?

He’ll never ask them though. He knows origins can be touchy subjects.

He grounds himself in the practical. Does MC know how to control their abilities? Are their needs being met? Are there any additional accommodations they require?

Sometimes, when their wings are out, he can’t help but be reminded of the similarly fiery wings of the seraphim from home the Celestial Realm and feel nostalgic.

His more possessive side also relishes the fact that they share a connection through association with birds, especially considering how some varieties of phoenixes tend to resemble peacocks.

It must be difficult for them to preen those large wings, do they need any help? No, it’s not that he wants to, don’t be ridiculous. But if they ever want his help...

Mammon

Once the initial shock of “holy shit the love of my life just BURST INTO FLAMES IN MY ARMS” fades, he’s just happy MC’s alive and well.

But he does put on a front of being upset that they never told him about their nature.

“Stupid hu— uhhh, phoenix, I worried for nothin’! Wait, no, I wasn’t worried at all—”

“Sure you weren’t,” MC retorts with a smile.

Seriously though, why didn’t they tell him? He’s their guardian, their First, he should know these things!

Do they think he’ll… try and take advantage of them because of their powers? He’d never!

Okay, maybe when they first met he might have considered it, but not now! Not now that he…

One night, Mammon and MC are up late watching some terrible Devildom romcom. MC has long since fallen asleep, and one of their enormous wings is draped over Mammon, pinning him in place.

The flames interspersed amongst their feathers are short and glow only dimly, like dying embers. Occasionally, a few will flare slightly or twitch as though a breeze has blown by.

“...I was really scared, you know,” he murmurs to their sleeping form. “I really thought you were gone. And I realized at that moment that I… I can’t lose you. I love you so much MC. You’re worth more to me than anything else in the Devildom, than anything in all the three realms. Please don’t scare me like that ever again…”

MC doesn’t stir, but the flames on their wing follow Mammon’s hand as he pets the warm feathers. They’re only pleasantly warm, with a smooth, silky texture to them.

He snuggles closer to them and drifts off himself, comforted by the heat of their body, human and avian anatomy alike.

Leviathan

Levi cannot believe his luck. He finally gets himself a friend he can really trust, and then his younger brother (who was trapped in an attic by the way, NOT in the human world like Lucifer said, because oh yeah, also Lucifer’s a liar) kills them, and now they’re—

It’s too much to process at once. All he can latch onto is that’s them, right? That’s really his MC, his Henry, the one person outside of his family who doesn’t dismiss him as some gross shut-in?

Once he’s assured himself that they’re safe, he’s immediately hit with the rest of the surprises to process. He hugs MC tightly against himself, whether to protect them from Belphegor or himself from… everything, is anyone’s guess.

It takes a long time for Levi’s newfound clinginess to dissipate. He refuses to let MC be alone around Belphegor under any circumstances, even if it means leaving his room more than he’s comfortable with.

In this time, he learns a lot about MC.

He learns that they seek to cool off the same way he seeks out warmth, and that this makes them excellent cuddling partners. He learns that they let out very adorable chirps of squawks when caught off guard.

He learns the hard way that a phoenix in love is a fire hazard.

But he also learns that he’d risk every item in his collection to see MC’s radiant smile.

Satan

Set the phoenix thing aside, Satan thinks to himself as he rushes over to inspect MC for injuries. Set it aside.

Once he’s sure they are unharmed, he turns his attention to Belphegor.

The Avatar of Sloth is lucky MC got to him first. Satan wouldn’t have stopped at a warning strike. Belphie knows from the murderous glare shot his way that it is only the presence of the others that’s stopping Satan from taking his revenge.

His fingers linger in their wings. MC’s feathers are all out of sorts, but there are no bald patches indicating any serious burns or other wounds. Still, Satan cards through them carefully, checking and double checking for any signs of damage. MC fidgets under his attention.

“Uh, Satan?” They’re blushing. “That kinda tickles.”

“Oh! Oh, um, sorry, I was just— you’re okay, right?”

They let out a small laugh and bop him gently with a wing. “Everything’s in working order, don’t worry.”

“That’s— Good, that’s uh, that’s great.”

“...Go ahead, you dork,” MC prompts with a smile. He blinks at them owlishly. “Ask your questions!”

He does, over the course of the next couple of weeks, in between therapeutic pranks against a certain youngest brother.

Asmodeus

As MC is born again from flame, Asmo learns the true horror of love.

He had always been the one to invoke passion in others: to seduce loyal partners and drive others mad with desire, to twist their love into lust and unleash its destructive potential. Despite this, he never really understood the feeling himself, why something as ephemeral as a feeling could drive humans to such extremes.

But seeing MC wounded and bloody, watching the light in their eyes dim, the Avatar of Lust had felt the call of blood and rage and grief and love for the first time. And watching MC dust themself off as they explain their unique heritage, Asmo realizes that those feelings would have destroyed him. He would have done anything and everything to bring MC back to him, given up any part of himself just to see them one more time.

So forgive him, MC, if his movements ever slow to a stop while preening your wings. If he sometimes stares at you with awe, or holds you tight enough to bruise.

His heart has never been anyone’s but his before, and he is so very afraid of getting burned.

Beelzebub & Belphegor

Oh this is Not bringing up good memories at all.

Something about seeing MC and Belphegor, bloody with the scent of fire and death in the air jumbles his senses and suddenly they’re not in the House of Lamentation but the battlefield and she’s been struck down, he was too slow, he chose his twin over his sister can he live with that? Can any of them? She’s falling she’s falling and he’s falling and they’re going to—

When he snaps back into awareness, Beel is restraining a hissing and spitting MC as they scratch and claw at him to get to Belphegor, the one wing Beel didn’t manage to pin down flapping about erratically.

Their movements only stop when they feel hot tears on their back. MC calms down and shifts more gently in Beelzebub’s grasp, turning to face him.

“Beel, it’s okay,” they say, cupping his face with a bloody, taloned hand. He smells the blood and lets out a sob.

Belphegor moves to comfort his twin, but MC’s wings snap open, shielding the pair in a ring of fire and feathers.

“I— I…” He can’t form the words. You died, my brother killed you, he’s here, you hurt him, why is he here, why did he hurt you, how did— “Please,” he says, finally.

MC frowns, hesitates. But slowly, they lower their wings and step aside, letting the twins reunite. As they embrace, Belphegor shoots them a look, but it’s not hateful. It’s not regretful or apologetic either, more of a profound confusion.

Despite demons’ regenerative abilities, Belphegor remains mostly bedridden for quite some time. It seems a phoenix’s wounds negate most healing factors, and the 5 pronged gash in his leg is particularly stubborn in its refusal to close. He jokes that the slow recovery must be because MC will never forgive him for what he’s done. Beel chastises him and says they’re more forgiving than he thinks.

Still, Belphie is surprised to see MC join Beel when he comes to change the youngest’s bandages. They hold out their hands, revealing 10 strange, press-on caps over their talons as they assure Belphie they won’t hurt him.

Where Beel is overly cautious and gentle, MC is practiced and efficient as they inspect, clean, and redress his wounds.

“Is this your way of apologizing?” Belphie can’t help but ask, earning him a stern glare from his twin.

“For attacking you after you killed me, not knowing it wouldn’t take? No,” they reply around a mouthful of medical tape. “It’s an excuse to talk.” They gesture for Beel to move his hand from the gauze pad so they can tape it down.

“You want to talk with your would-be murderer.” MC gathers up the garbage and old bandages to toss them in the trash.

“You’re not the first person to try, you know,” they remark as they dust off their hands.

“What?!” the twins shout in unison, Beel nearly dropping the scissors he was putting back into the first aid kit.

“I’ll tell you about it if you tell me why…” MC gestures broadly to Belphegor, “this all happened the way it did.”

This exchange of stories does not repair MC and Belphegor’s fraught relationship. That is not how wounds heal. But nevertheless, some weeks later, the House of Lamentation has a movie night. And sandwiched in the middle of the familial cuddle pile is MC, Beel, and Belphie, each tucked under one fiery wing.

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Hello!!!!!!!! I rlly love your blogs you make my day!!!!!!! Can I request a MC with two different eye color pls?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️love you!!!

Sorry if my request is weird😅💞💞

It's not weird at all! You mean heterochromia right? Technically every single character we have seen on screen have a somewhat heterochromia!

"Somewhat" because it's on both eyes so it kind of defies the meaning of heterochromia 😑, but Central Heterochromia exists (and my dad even has it) so they all can technically have Sectoral Heterochromia in both eyes right?? Is that a thing???

But an MC with Complete Heterochromia would be pretty unique even in these settings!

Since you didn't specify the characters I will make it just the brothers~

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The Brothers and an MC with Complete Heterochromia

Note: Spoilers for lesson 16!

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Lucifer

No matter if there is some kind of special color to them, his first reaction would simply to go "oh" then just go on with his life.

But of course because you are special to him, those eyes of yours gradually become something he just will not be able to stop thinking about.

The way the two irises look at him, how he always finds a new detail to one of them each time he gazes back, oh how he wishes and yearns to simply get lost in them.

He definetelly has a favorite iris.

Please point it out, no matter what comes next after you do, I promise you will love it.

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Mammon

At first sight he has to stop and stare for a bit, if you ask him what he is doing he will respond: "Wow your eyes are so weird", and don't expect arguing with him to go somewhere, he simply is not apologizing as he doesn't see it as that big of a deal.

Off to a good start huh?

Didn't last too long, before you know it he is giving you nicknames based on what your eyes remind him of, like an alchoholic drink from Devildom or something sweet like Bumblebee for dark brown-light brown heterochromia.

Yes he does the thing where he covers half of your face in his vision to see how you look with just one eye color.

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Leviathan

Oh how unfair. The more unique you are the more petty peeves you will trigger.

Who allowed you to be like a cool anime character huh?! Who allowed you??!! Who allowed this??!!!

Also doesn't last too long, before you know it you are being fed a suspiscious ammount of chunnibyou content as if he is hoping you will take a liking to it and act as one just for him.

If you do he will die. Of happiness.

Seriously.

Of course you can also choose to wack him in the head and tell him he can't just impose things on you, but acting like one with him isn't such a bad experience 😏.

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Satan

He has the curiosity of a cat, he will just straight up walk to you and talk about it. Or should I say, interview you about it.

It's only when he opens up that he will trully let his intrigue shine through though.

And I mean piles of piles of stories, myths, legends, you call it, all related to heterochromia.

His favorite iris changes almost on daily basis, he may make kissing your eyelids a thing, giving a peck to each one of them the same ammount of times.

If you ask why he will say 'he doesn't want to love any part of you more than the rest because he loves you in general.'

That's him being a dork, don't be fooled, he definetelly has a favorite part of your body.

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Asmodeus

Immediate intrigue, tries to get you to his bed even more often, though once it fails he just goes after other people with heterochromia. It almost becomes a kind of temporary obssession of his that every demon would start talking about.

Of course, you are the end game prize because you started this intrigue in the first place, and he takes his pact with you as such.

You may even catch him reading some of those myths and legends Satan has collected about it.

Yes he can spot you just by your eye color, if someone took a picture of your face and cropped to just show the eyes, no matter the poor resolution Asmo would still be able to tell it's yours.

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Beelzebub

No matter what your eye colors are, it will always remind him of some kind of food when he first sees them.

Soon enough he actually starts assimilating things the other way around, not just food but other things remind him of your eyes. A flower, a tree, a bug, a rock, a drink, a candy, it all just makes him think of your name before he can even process what he is doing.

Chances are he is either bringing, taking pics, showing you or directly telling you of his findings.

Yes many times he will bring something at extreme random hours of the day just because they 'reminded him of your eyes'

Is he precious or is he precious????

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Belphegor

Kind of found it annoying how he couldn't focus on both eyes at once, going back and forth between each eye was making him want to roll his own to the top of his head and just leave them there, he had enough.

And he definetelly told you so while giving you The Hug™ in the attic as he gazed directly into them.

Congrats! He can't look you in the eyes for a good while after that!

Also gives you eyelid kisses, only they linger a lot longer in there. He also loves when he carresses your cheeks and one of your eyes flutter instinctivelly when his thumb gets too close to your eyelashes.

He also does The Thing™ where he covers half of your face in his vision.