#grand mam

[nylonnye]

No joke a british person just walked past me and said "And when mummy asks how your day was, you say: It was rather splendid, mummy." To her son WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE

[ohmygodshesinsane]

EZRA MAM THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

[judeswhore]

got into an argument w my friend bc i told her i can’t afford to go to paris

[adlamu]

me talking about I Bought A Vampire Motorcycle and An American Werewolf In London on xwitter as though literally anybody cares about them but me feels like i'm at a squat party again, off my nut, looking a bit like this:

[r0-boat]

Mammon wedding headcannons

Inspired by the poll that we had yesterday.

Sfw

After you told some of the devils what a human wedding is like, He wanted to hold a mock wedding just to see what a human wedding was like. Of course, he would be the groom, and you would be the bride. He doesn't care if you want to wear a dress or not. You're in a wedding dress. He wants to see you in white.

Mammon adores The idea of human weddings. The idea of being tied down to you forever being yours as well as you being his for all eternity.

Of course this human style wedding would be void of all the angel and church memorabilia, but keeping just enough to have it traditional. And if it is his wedding it's going to be a grand celebration. Giving you a taste of what it would be like if you did marry him. And of course every devil in all the seven kingdoms will be invited with glittering golden fused cards commemorating your wedding. The seven hells are in an uproar because Mammon failed to mention that it is a fake wedding. A mess you had to clean up of course.

The venue took place in a very popular party spot Tartaros for the rich and the wealthy with fountains of golden water and buffet tables with the fanciest and finest of fine dining Hell has to offer. Being crushed under the weight of expectation You feel like you don't belong and something as wealthy and as extravagant as this. You can't even imagine how much this costs, in fact just thinking about it makes your brain short circuit and your eyes water with tears at your empty wallet.

Mammon, Oh Mammon, showing off his wealth in a tux that made your mouth water. Your eyes were on him. How could it not be? Black, white, and gold, his hair slicked back, he looked handsome. Only for your attention to be stolen by a specific demon duct taped to a chair, foaming at the mouth and barking like a rabbit chihuahua.

Decked in Mammon's glittering gold and jewels with white lace, You can't help but feel the piercing gaze of Bimet who had been staring at both you and Mams this entire time with a... weird expression on his face. who also chose to be the ring bearer.

His golden eyes staring into you as Lucifer (He doesn't care either way to be honest) starts speaking. His eyes light up his smirk widens when the king of pride says "You may now kiss the bride" before your lips can touch someone slams through the double doors LEVIATHAN. USING HIS COFFIN THE TENTACLES CUT THROUGH THE DUCT TAPE HOLDING SATAN IN A MATCHUP YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

Leviathan and Satan team up to fight a cackling Mammon, which is something you haven't seen coming. While Satan and Mammon are duking it out, Levi, fully dropping the hating you act, grabs your shoulders and starts shaking you, his face red as a tomato and clutching his teeth so hard as he hisses out, "We are having a Fake wedding too, and it's going to be grand if not grander- blah blah blah blah!"

You stopped listening, honestly. You started tuning out the entire wedding as soon as You snuck a glimpse at how much the wedding outfit you're wearing currently cost in the changing room.

You didn't even know what happened because apparently according to Lucifer which recounted the entire story with pictures to you after you woke up from passing out.

[ur-dad-satan]

I Have Spicy Obey Me! Headcannons (pt. 4)

I'm just gonna be talking about my different spicy head cannons for my little Obey me men. If you don't agree, that's fine but I will not take criticism still. <3

MDNI!! Please don't fight me on this.

Beel and Dia both like having their nipples played with. I don't know why, but I really feel like these two beefy men with their tigole biddies would love having their nips stimulated and their tiddies played with. Like squeeze them, kneed them, flick them, lick them, suck them, just anything to stimulate them and you'll have them shaking and begging at your every touch.

Sim and Barbs would get overstimulated easily. Those two are constantly so cool, calm, and collected, you can't blame me for thinking this. They would probably be all calm and collected during until they're edged, or it feels way too good. Use this power wisely and make them squirm.

Beel would fuck for his favorite foods. If he was hungry enough, he would be down to fuck like MC specifically and maybe even Barbs if they made his favorite food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling my man a food slut, I'm just saying that I if the food is good enough, and he was in the mood for whatever reason, he would fuck as a way of saying thank you.

Luci, Dia, Mam, Levi, Beel, and Sat are all REALLY vocal during. Whether it's moans and groans, names, whimpers, or anything else, these men specifically will be making some type of noise and it'll be loud and non-stop. These mfs (MC fuckers) are the type to moan your name like it's the only word they know.

MC would introduce everyone (except Luke) to wildly inappropriate songs for fun. MC was just listening to their slutty human music and Mam just so happened to walk in and now he walks around the HOL singing the chorus to CPR by Cupcakke. Asmo asked MC what they were listening to one day and now he can't stop saying "I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa" to just about everyone. Thanks to MC, both Dia and Beel know what a WAP is. Satan? He's absentmindedly singing Gasolina in perfect Spanish. No one knows it, but MC has sung Degrade Me by TX2 to Lucifer anytime they were feeling "frisky".

MC has everyone's (except Luke's) DDD ringtones set as said wildly inappropriate human world songs. Luci's is Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Mam's is Daddy by Cera Gibson. Levi's is Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande. Tan's is Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer. Asmo's is I'm so Hot by Chrissy Chalpecka. Beel's is Taste by Stray Kids. Belphie's is Unfuckwitable by Zayn. Dia's is Call Out My Name by The Weekend. Barbs's is Feeling Good by Michael Bublé. Sim's is Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras. Solo's is WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

All the demons can manipulate their bodies any way they want. Now this is definitely based on that one R34 comic I saw where Levi could open his mouth so wide it looked like his face was slit open and he had really fucking sharp teeth. I think all the demons can do that, but it would be different for each of them. Like they all have sharp ass teeth in their demon forms, but they all have ways to contort their bodies however they please and MC a hundred percent takes advantage of it.

[pinkandpurple360]

ITS ME, MAMMON 💚🃏

This man reeks of insecure corporate shame

A psychology theory…

“And I’ll be like a stepdad, who will love you, when it’s convenient!!”

It all really started for him in LooLoo Land, the-legally distinct-knockoff of Lucifers more successful Lulu World that reeks of insecure corporate shame.

When he said

“I raised you like the son I didn’t want!”

He was fucking lying his clowny ass off because he wanted a son even more than Fizz wanted a father of his own and Mam has not shut up about his father-son delusion for almost twenty goddamn years

The second image above, and all of the symbolism around it is the foundation of Mammons character and psychology. No really. This was not the introduction of Fizzarolli, it was the introduction of Mammon wearing Fizzi as his face. Vibe checked by a jaded 17 year old owl goth girl who can see through her own pathetic dads fake bullshit. This scene was the foreshadowing of the Musical Special. Everything from the green spotlight on Fizzi, the nasty personality of the robot which was closer to Mammons than Fizzarolli’s. Lots of symbolism. Especially the ripped off reference to Hazbin Hotels “I have a dream” song lyric. Has possible symbolism. I’m actually deeply disappointed the ep didn’t make a single call back to LooLoo Land at all. And Blitz was right there and wasted potential :(

Shown is a Fizzbot ‘Fizzi’ compared to his ‘dad’ mammon ahh like father like son as they say. Blech. Everybody loves Fizz, does anybody love you, Mammon? (Me, I do❤️)

So I’m going to get it out of the way and say it, Mammon is giving Leviathan a run for his money (haha money, get it?) because his envy and idolisation of his BFF Lucifer is so great that he’s trying to find his “very own pride and joy”, his own theme park, his own grand circus and adoring fans, and his own wholesome musical child knock-off of Lucifers more popular Charlie Morningstar.

He saw this

And he thought….

Aw, he so sad here :c Just do this one thing, for him x he’s just a giant evil baby man with four arms and eight eyes

He doesn’t really want a daughter though, he feels like he’d relate better to a (marketable) son. And I think that’s the real reason he made the comment about women not being considered the same way adults werent considered, only implings who want to grow up to be like him. (creepy..! I think that’s what tipped Blitzo off also poor Wally (another orphan like Fizz?) Wally didn’t make the cut 😢 YEET.

Anyway-His whole dream is being a father and son taking on the world to grow his empire. As long as he steals all the fortune. He must be insecure and full of shame if he wants someone to be his “new face” every year, if you really think about it. If the kid same is the gender as him and therefore a bit more like his own face in that sense, he’s not copying Lucifers daughter cause he has a son. It’s different and not the same at all.

But seriously it really shocked me when he started talking about being like a stepdad, and he was genuinely excited about it too? But this man doesn’t even know he wants to be a father and he’s probably never felt love before in his life. I guarantee this was a first sight “wow this kid kinda looks like me and he has the same innocent look in his eyes as Charlie, he’s mine now”

“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING”

This for me. Made as big an impact as Oz saying he loves Fizz. It was very shocking. The opposite of greed is giving, and giving something to somebody is probably a massive fucking deal to Mam and I’d bet he doesn’t even know himself why he gave fizz so much attention

He also doesn’t kill Fizz? He SCREAMS at him, uses big intimidation tactics, sure, but didn’t actually lay a hand on him if you really look? He was fine with being uncomfortably physical and even violent before to him but isn’t now? (Fizz is forever so badass for this moment btw) How strange is that. This whole thing reeks of ‘scorned father’

Like he’s happy to keep exploiting Fizz but also just as fine in replacing him, even happy to see him possibly fail. So he really has no reason to be this possessive and attached. But he is. Oz says the song is about him and Fizz literally calls his name out and Mammon still ALLOWS him to finish his song he genuinely really enjoyed the song, he allowed him to make his speech, but only intervenes when he quits.

Why, because he wants the crowd to “love” him it’s very important to him - the money they give him is what he thinks love is. There is so many dads out there who respond to abuse allegations with “but I put a roof over their head and provide security” This is abusive father 101. I guess it could be just because Fizz is beloved by the masses, profitable, sure. But what if it’s because he feels the same way the crowd does about fizz, and doesn’t comprehend why? He clearly loves watching his performances. Even the diss track against him. Priorities.

It is just an extremely interesting concept to me if Mam is trying to copy Lucifers family, but the best thing he can come up with is a Brand Figure to be his “legacy” Capitalists man. He doesn’t understand what love is. But wants it. Wants to buy it. But it’s never enough.

“You are practically in my image”

Is literally another dad thing and to be more dramatic about this it’s the same thing we hear that ‘God made you in his image’ could this be setting up the theme of the show? Honestly my one criticism is that there’s enough sexual relationships in this show there didn’t need to be implications of him sexually interested in the guy he literally sees as his kid. A twisted boss/father story about a deeply lonely orphan clown child and a deeply lonely capitalistic clown spider over-idolising each other and entering an abusive family/work dynamic due to both of their tragic nativité and ignorance about love, is already a very mature story. It’s a 9/10 story but if Fizz and Blitz (an excellent way to incorporate him in the story) talked a bit about Fizz’s orphan status at the circus making him feel like there was always something missing, something Blitz had but he never did, it would have been 10/10.

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#926 Learn Luci dammit-

Yesterday Diavolo had a grand party...Which made their brother's ALMOST late given Asmodeus's picking the right outfit

Luci: Asmodeus, come on!,We're gonna miss the the ball!What can he be doing up there?

ELECTRICITY BUZZING

Mc*Dusting Lucifer,s shoulders with a smile*Blow-drying, Dear

Luci: Applepie, why does it take women an hour to do what a normal demon can do in five seconds?

Mam*Adjusting his hair in the mirror and raises his brow at him*Speak for yourself, Bro

Asmo*Coming down the stairs with a smile*-Okay, I'm ready. How do I look?~

Luci: Fine. Now, let's go-

Asmo*Stops and pouts going up the stairs again* Fine? I need gorgeous! I'm changing!~

Luci: No. I... I... I meant gorgeous! Oh, why didn't I say gorgeous? Why? Why? Why?

Mc: Luci, I've been working here for three years When are you gonna learn?

Sat*Nodding agreeing with you*"Does this make me look fat?" No.

Levi"Do you like my hair this way?" Yes.

Beel & Belph"Is my tush wider than usual?"...There is no answer to that one.

Mam: Bro, you've got to know how to speak to a Pretty demon, YO! Asmo, you'll miss the buffet!~

Asmo*Going down the stairs fast happily*Ready! How do I look?~

All: Gorgeous!

Asmo: But do you think the dress makes me look...

All: No!~

Asmo: Do you like what I did with my...

All: Yes!~

Asmo*Going to grab a new purse* Great. I just gotta change my purse!~ Luci: No, no, no, Asmodeus, No one's gonna see the bloody purse-We'll be late!

[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 6

✘- Author's Note: Hello! I'm so sorry that I forgot yesterday was Bloody Legend. So now I'm going to start writing Bloody Legend on Thursday so that I can have it done and posted on Friday. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘- Word Count: 2709.

✘- Story Contains: Beelzebub, Mammon, Alastor, Weight Shaming, Mammon being abusive 💔, panic attacks, exhausted reader, getting more into the reader's past, and lies.

✘- Parts: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

(Name) stepped out of the bathroom as they dried themself off. They had spent half of the day practicing their act. Mammon had them do a few repeats which ended up turning into a lot. His excuse was that the most important people of Hell would be there including Lucifer and his wife Lilith so Mammon wanted to make sure there were no mistakes or anything that could go wrong in the performance. (Name) let out a breath and sat down on the bed. That shower really made them feel relaxed, especially their muscles. They wiggled their into some dark green pajama pants that had yellow stars with a matching shirt. Still feeling nervous about what was about to come, they remember what Mammon said. (Name) was sure that they’ll do great. They were also excited to meet Mammon’s niece Charlie, (Name) wanted to also meet Lucifer and so many others at this grand opening. Even with feeling nervous there was excitement so they wouldn’t let their nervous feelings take over something that was going to be fun. They decided to take a nap until dinner, and would be ready also because those practices with Mammon always took a lot out of them. Once their head hit the pillow; they were in a deep slumber.

That when Mammon walked in - they didn’t wake up and laid there wrapped in blankets. “ Name)? “ Mammon whispered. He walked over quietly with a few jiggles coming from him because of the jester hat. He looked down to see that (Name) was sleeping peacefully while drooling. Mammon looked at (Name) for a couple of seconds before adjusting the blankets on them. He wanted to see if they could try on the outfits with him but he saw that they were asleep and didn’t want to disturb them. Besides he was sure that (Name) would look beautiful in the outfits. Mammon quietly backtracks out the room and closes the door behind himself. Mammon jumped when his phone started ringing, he quickly walked away from (Name’s) room while his phone lasted his ringtone. He looked down to see that Beezlebub was calling. “ BB! My favorite sin, what’s up? “ Mammon stood by the window looking up at the green moon. “ Heyy, I’m going to assume that our little business woman contacted you also? “ Bee said. “ Who? “ Mammon scratched his head in confusion. “ Charlie. Mam. “ Bee sighed. “ Oh! Yeah, she did contact me, she wanted (Name) for the grand opening. “ Mammon walked down the hall. “ Did she also contact you? “ Mammon said. “ She did, because who else is going to make sure she has the best food at the grand opening, too bad there will be no booze, that’s what the rules are and what she requested so, I’m trying to figure out what else I could bring. “ Bee said, sounding frustrated over the phone. “ Wonder what she’ll have Asmodeus bring, it’s not like that giant cuck could bring lube or sex toys. “ Mammon laughed while hitting the desk but Bee was quiet on the phone.

“ She actually requested for him to bring Fizzarolli, to perform since Fizz quit, Charlie decided to ask Oz to bring Fizzarolli and Oz agreed. “ Bee said, with a nervous laugh. Mammon stopped hitting the desk and right there wanting to crush his phone. He wasn’t mad at Charlie, no he could never be mad at his niece. He was mad over the fact that he would have to see Fizzarolli again, that he’ll have to see Fizzarolli and Asmodeus acting all lovey dovey since Asmodeus doesn’t care that everyone knows that he loves that imp. “ You okay Mam? “ Bee asked. “ Yes, I’m fine, I have to go, almost time for me and (Name) to eat. “ Mammon said. While trying to keep his cool. “ Alright, Mam well I’ll see you before the grand opening bye! “ Bee said. The call ended as Mammon yelled and threw his phone to the ground. He thought (Name) was going to be the only one to perform to have the spotlight all to themself. But no Fizzarolli was also going to be up on that stage. Why did he need to be up there; he already gets a lot of love from all the rings in Hell and that was only because Mammon made him famous. “ That shit can isn’t going to ruin this for (Name), I’ll make sure that (Name) out shines him. We need to practice and we need to practice now. “ Mammon stepped over his broken phone. He had plenty of new phones; he would be good. Mammon rushed past a servant. “ You’re greediness, dinner is ready! “ The servant called out. “ (Name) and I won't be eating until we are done with practice! . “

Mammon almost tripped and burst into (Name) room. “ (Name)! “ Mammon yelled and fell onto the floor. The noise shot (Name) straight awake in bed as they saw Mammon on the floor. “ Mon? Are you okay? “ (Name) asked, pulling the blankets off themself. Mammon quickly got off the floor. “ Come come, get your ass out of the bed. We are going to practice! “ Mammon harshly pulled (Name) from the bed. (Name) winced in pain and pulled away. “ We already practiced. I’m tired and need to rest, Rosemary talked about this with me and you. “ (Name) said, they were confused on why Mammon wanted them to practice again. “ Who cares what the doctor thinks, doctors are just greedy bastards who tell you false information on your body to milk you for every cent. Besides, she's a black market doctor so how much could she really know? “ Mammon said while placing his hands on his hips. “ Yeah, but their methods, the medicine, and vitamins have been helping, but sometimes I still feel physically weak. “ (Name) said, placing their hand over their chest.

“ Listen (Name), I’ve always known what’s best for you. I am always giving you the best. I know what’s best; so what I’m saying is let’s go practice. “ Mammon glared. “ Just know you aren’t going to be the only one on stage, Fizzarolli will be up there. He has way more fans and gets way more love then you, he’s a freakin bloody legend! “ Mammon said. (Name) stepped back and that sense of panic filled their body again, it felt their limbs were aching and that their breath was being sucked away, Mammon could see this and began to grin. “ Yeah…Yeah! Even though Fizzarolli quit, he still has many fans and people who look up to him. You barely met his status. He could outshine you at the grand opening. Imagine how many people will yawn or boo at your act, maybe Lucifer himself will find it a bore, but once Fizzarolli hits the stage so many people will cheer. “

Mammon laughed. (Name) hugged themselves and looked away tearing up, they didn’t understand why Mammon was talking to them like this. “ (Name), don’t you want to be a bloody legend? Don’t you want to surpass Fizzarolli, make your mother proud, and make me proud? “ Mammon leaned down to their level. He didn;t care that they were crying, who gives a fuck that (Name) was crying this is show business. “ Y-Yes, I want to be a bloody legend and make you proud… “ (Name) said, choking up. Mammon's devilish grin spreads across his face. He was satisfied with (Name’s) response. “ Great! Then let’s go practice so you can show up that Imp, no dinner until I feel like the crowd is screaming your name. “ Mammon offered his hand. “ Yes Mammon sir… “ (Name) took Mammon’s hand. The two walked down the hallway and disappeared into the large golden doors. (Name) spent many hours during the night practicing getting berated by Mammon if the greed king felt like the performance was off. “ Come on (Name), I’ve seen better acts from the rats in the streets. “ Mammon took some of the pasta he was in. (Name) stopped juggling. “ I’m feeling sluggish, maybe if I eat something then, I could feel more energized. “ (Name) said. Sitting down on the stage. “ No, remember what I said, no food until I feel like the crowd is screaming, besides you lose a few, gotta get you fitted into a new outfit. “ Mammon said, setting aside the plate. “ Different outfit, I thought we were matching…? I think my weight is find Mon. “ (Name) said, getting frustrated. “ Matching is not for us, you need an outfit that will make you stand out on stage, while I wear something to impress the others. Also your weight is eh… besides you could eat when we get to the grand opening until then, I’ll have the servants get you a special diet. “ Mammon said. “ Now get back on the stage. “ Mammon said, while crossing his legs.

(Name) looked down, shaking with rage. Why was he acting this way? Why was he being such an asshole, and shaming me. (Name) dug their nails into the palm of their hands. “ No… “ They said. Mammon laughed. “ Good one (Name) but no time for jokes, get on the stage. “ Mammon said. “ It’s not a joke, I’m serious and mean it! I’m not getting back on the stage, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I’m sick of you acting like this, fuck you! “ (Name) yelled with tears in their eyes. Mammon’s eye twitched. He jumped down from his web. “ What did you just say… “ Mammon’s voice is laced with coldness. “ I said, fuck you! “ (Name) looked at Mammon in his eyes. Fizzarolli got away with bad mouthing him, he sure wasn’t going to let (Name) do the same. Mammon in a puff of green smoke and flashing, made (Name) close their eyes and cough. They open their eyes in horror to see Mammon in his actual form. Before they could step back. Mammon snatched them up and gave them a tight squeeze that made (Name) gasp in pain, they couldn’t even talk or tell Mammon to stop. “ Fizzarolli used to talk like that to me, but I’m not going to let you talk like that to me. I’m the king of greed, your boss who gave you and your mother everything so I damn some respect! “ Mammon gave another squeeze, (Name) let out another squeeze it felt like their ribs were about to break. “ But if you wanna be a little cunt, then I could let you go; take everything back. Drag your name through shit along with your mother, slander both of ya, that you won’t be able to ever get a gig. You’ll be poor without a penny to your name. And your mother will be disappointed in you, like already am. “ Mammon dropped (Name) who started wheezing and coughing. '' So the choice is yours, do you wanna go back to bed and know the next day you're out of here or do you want to get back on the stage and practice? “ Mammon looked down at (Name), the room was lit with just dark green lights and webs. (Name) felt a sense of dread, emptiness, and stress. The feeling of depression and anxiety painted their body. Even when exhaustion wore itself like a crown on top of (Name’s) head they still wanted to perform and not lose everything.

(Name) looked up at Mammon who stared back at them with a cold look waiting for an answer. “ I’ll get back on stage… “ (Name) got up. Mammon in smoke turned back to his smaller form. “ Good! I’m glad that you are finally understanding. “ Mammon cupped (Name’s) face. “ Now start from the beginning with you juggling. “ Mammon snapped his fingers and appeared on his web. (Name) their eyes and took a deep breath when they opened their eyes the room was back to normal it was much brighter and clean. (Name) went back on stage and continued on with practicing, pushing aside their fear, hunger, tiredness, and happiness. A sacrifice to become a bloody legend. (Name) was able to go to bed at 5 am. Stepping into the bathroom for a shower. (Name) undress and look in the mirror to see the bruises on their ribcage. Tears filled their eyes as they fell to their knees and cried. Sobbing their heart out, they wanted to call Verosika and Striker but they felt like they couldn’t so they sat there by the tub crying.

The day finally came tomorrow would be the grand opening for Hazbin Hotel. (Name) sat in the limo with Mammon who was on the phone with Charlie. “ Yes, Chars, we are on our way, uncle Mon got you an amazing gift for the grand opening tomorrow so make sure you wear it because it was expensive, made just for you. Love you, I’ll see you when we arrive. “ Mammon hung up the phone. (Name) looked down, they looked exhausted but Mammon fixed that with make-up. “ This will be fun, (Name) and remember don’t forget to smile. “ Mammon said, reaching over and forcing (Name) to look at him. (Name) forced a smile on their face and nodded. “ Of course, my smile is the best of my acts and features. “ (Name) said, laughing while trying not to pull away from Mammon. “ That's the spirit! I can’t wait to outshine Fizzarolli and impress Lucifer. “ Mammon sat back smirking. (Name) looked back down at the floor. They wish their mom was here, but Mammon said that (Name’s) mom would be too much of a distraction.

The limo stopped at the hotel. (Name) stepped out of the limo with Mammon. The citizens of Pride were yelling and screaming (Name’s) name and trying to get them to sign something for them. But Mammon had a rule, don’t sign unless they pay. (Name) gave some smiles and waves as Mammon rushed (Name) and him inside. “ That fucking cowboy Imp should have been in that limo with him, but wanted to ride with Mayday. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Uncle Mon! “ A voice called out. You looked up the stairs to see the demon princess herself run down the stairs. Mammon pushed you aside. “ Charlie! “ Mammon held out his arms and hugged her. The two chatted up a storm of how they missed each other, Mammon talking about how big Charlie has gotten. (Name) watched for a while and stepped aside to get a better look at the hotel. They stared at the pictures on the wall that showed different beautiful views of the different rings of Hell. “ It’s quite a view isn’t it. “ A static voice said. (Name) turned around to meet him again. “ Alastor… “ (Name) said, smiling. “ (Name)! My look at you, you look absolutely stunning in that outfit, but I prefer it in red then green but either way you look lovely. “ Alastor lifted (Name) and placed a kiss. “ Thank you, so you were also invited to the grand opening? “ (Name) asked. “ Actually no, I’m part of the hotel between you and me. I don’t really believe in demons being redeemed but I decided to help the little rainbow princess with her goal. With her passion and my power, I’m sure this will be a fun adventure. “ Alastor laughed.

Interesting, (Name) thought, they didn’t expect the great overlord to be doing this. “ Do you miss me? “ Alastor asked while looking at the pictures. “ I don’t really think about it, I’m still mad at you… “ (Name) sighed. Alastor looked over at Mammon then back (Name). “ Does he know? “ Alastor asked.

(Name) shook their head. “ No one knows, my mother asked about you though, I told her that I couldn’t find you, I also had to make a few rides like bull riding and being born in Wrath. “ (Name) sighed. Alastor chuckled. “ Hiding your past just like I do, you know I still have our wedding rings. '' Alastor pulled out a red box from his pocket and opened it. Showing the two silver rings. “ Had them on me when I died. “ Alastor smirked. “ You were always good at cleaning up my messes and hiding the bodies when I had no time even to defend me when I die. “ Alastor sighed. “ Mm, my mother still thanks you for keeping fresh meat in our restaurant. “ (Name) said. Alastor looked over at Mammon and then looked at (Name). “ Do you still remember how we met? “ Alastor asked while looking (Name).

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I probably should've just made that the request.... mammon + 🥺💛

+ "are you afraid of dying?"

You ask him one day while you’re both lying down right on the outskirts of the courtyard. There’s a spot between two grand cypress trees that provides the best shade, and for you two, the best hide out.

You don’t move your head from its position, eyes boring straight up into the sky above you. You ask such a terrible question, so easily. Like it was nothing, like you weren’t human.

“Are you afraid to die?”

Mammon shoots his head to the side to stare at you in shock. He startles, moving his hands from his resting position behind his head to turn his body and look at you. As he does, his glasses fall from their position atop his head, where they pushed back his snowy white bangs, and clatter to the ground behind him. He pays them no mind, too focused on the words that just slipped so recklessly out of your mouth.

“What kinda question is that? Did ya forget I’m a demon already?”

You laugh, almost to yourself, as you continue watching the clouds float by.

“How could I forget? But you’re a demon, not immortal. So, you know, someday…”

He puffs out his chest in a feign of bravery, but inside he’s shaking. What the hell brought on this form of questioning from you?

“The Great Mammon will never die! Not if I have anythin’ to say about it, that is.”

The second sentence is said significantly quieter than the first, you note.

“Mm”, a small noise finds it’s way out of your mouth.

It’s still for a moment, the two of you returning to comfortable silence. You reach out a hand towards the sky, opening and closing your fingers as if trying to grasp the clouds.

He watches you now, so fascinated. How could such a fragile, innocent creature like yourself seem so nonchalant about an idea like that. His chest continues to buzz.

“Whadda ya thinkin’ askin’ a dumb question like that? It’ll be a long time comin’ before I gotta think about that kind of stuff, unlike-”

He cuts himself off, not wanting to go there. Not for a second did he want to think about the inevitable. About the life span of humans. About you.

He doesn’t even need to state the question back to you, as you begin to answer yourself. All words he didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t think I am.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, so he waits for you to continue.

“I mean I kinda already did right?”, you give a breathy chuckle. It steals the air out of his lungs, but also lights a fierce anxiety in his heart.

He says the only thing he can think to say, because it’s the only thing that runs through his mind when he thinks about that day.

“I’m sorry. I shoulda been there. I shoulda never let ya go off by yourself, I should been able to-”

“Shh.”

You quiet him before the tears can begin to fall from his eyes, as they do often do at the mention of that situation; at the mention of Belphegor; at the mention of losing you.

You turn to face him now, a the outstretched hand now claiming a spot in his cheek, wiping at the corners of his eyes.

“You know it isn’t your fault,” you say with a gentle smile of your face. And he wonders how? How are you able to talk about it so freely? How are you able to comfort him when this fear bubbles up? How could a demon like him end up with someone like you?

He can’t stop his arms as they move faster than his mind can keep up, bringing you into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair, kissing the crown of your forehead.

“I don’t think I’m afraid to die”, you repeat. He wishes you’d stop. But he doesn’t expect the next words out of your mouth. “I don’t think I’m afraid of much of anything anymore, because I have you, Mams.”

He pulls his head back to look at your beautiful face, his eyes wide is astonishment. You simply stare back with the same soft gaze you’ve carried the whole time.

“Thank you.”

The words leaving your mouth sound so genuine, so pure, that he almost struggles to comprehend them. He’s positive his blush is giving way to his emotions, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care, he can’t seem to bring himself to deflect. All he can do is stare at you in amazement.

And now he’s holding you tighter than ever, like if he lets go he’ll lose you for real this time. Like if he lets go, you’ll have never even existed at all.

It’s hushed, almost so low you don’t hear it. Whispered with so much emotion behind it, emotion that you know is hard for him to express properly.

“I love ya.”

You give a small hum, nestling yourself even further into his grip, like if you don’t get close enough, this will all just have been a dream. Like you never would have met the man in front of you.

“I love you too, Mammon.”

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-While rebuilding hotel- Vaggie: Hey uh…why was your dad late anyway?

Lu: Oh, blame Mammon. He was whining about something to do with Oz and his queen.

Charlie:-Gasp!- Uncle Oz and Fizz got married?!

Lu: Nah, nah. I think it was some sort of grand public declaration of love at Mam’s stupid contest. Also I think Fizz quit? I wasn’t really listening.

Charlie: Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! This is so exciting!!! -watching what happened on her phone already- I gotta send Uncle Oz and Fizz a gift basket!!!

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🏃‍♀️ Udało się! Na ślepo kupiłam pakiet na Runmagedon, nie mając jeszcze planu zająć, licząc, że jak raz się urwę to nic się nie stanie. I tego dnia zajęć nie mam! 😄 Jedyny wolny weekend w czerwcu. Poza tym wykupiłam też Grand Prix Rybnika – pierwsze GP w jakim będę brała udział oraz czaję się na jeszcze jeden bieg. A w tym miesiącu byłam najpierw 03.03 na przebieżce grupowej (myślałam, że nie będę za biegaczami nadążać, a nie będzie mi się chciało spinać jak na zawodach, a okazało się, że oni więcej maszerują niż biegną xD), dwie godziny później na corocznym Biegu Tropem Wilczym, a w zeszły piątek na Biegu w Rajtuzach z okazji Dnia Kobiet z L. - córką znajomych. Pierwszy raz biegłam w takim stroju. :D A Młoda zajęła trzecie miejsce w rzucie rajtuzą xD I podobało jej się strasznie, była podjarana, że przebiegła cały dystans bez zatrzymywania się i nawet nie była zmęczona. Magia wspólnych biegów. Już się czai na kolejne. Pójdzie w ciocię. :D

🏃‍♀️ No dobra, a teraz mniej pozytywnie… Już zapomniałam dlaczego kariery biegacza nigdy nie zrobię. :P Mam szpotawość kolan i wszystko krzywe od nich wzwyż (już do bioder) i w dół (na stopach kończąc). Mam przerost łydek, a za słabo wyrobione mięśnie piszczelowe – co za tym idzie, piszczele megaszybko mi się obciążają. Dopiero zaczęłam rozpiskę od pułkownika a już je czuję… Muszę na razie przystopować, bo już 2x miałam zapalenie okostnych i podziękuję za więcej.

🩺 Na studiach nie było tak źle, tylko że strasznie trzęsły mi się łapy. :P

💊 Dzisiaj byłam na badaniach związanych z nowym lekiem - docelowo mają poprawiać motywację do działania i koncentrację u chorych na schizofrenię. 2,5 h zadań na koncentrację męczy. Ale bawiłam się fajnie. xD Za 3 tygodnie powtórka. Jak nie będę dostawać placebo tylko prawdziwy lek i serio pomoże na motywację to będzie bajka, bo już od dłuższego czasu baardzo ciężko. Ale nie chcę tego zganiać na chorobę, tylko lenistwo. Dobrze czy niedobrze, kto tam wie.

💸 Najprawdopodobniej stracę rentę przez całe te zamieszanie ze zmianą przychodni przez moją psychiatrę. Nie ma wpisów w historii choroby = nie ma renty. :/ Ale ponoć w każdej sytuacji trzeba szukać plusów – będę mogła iść legalnie do roboty. xD

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I absolutely NEED you to write a head cannon about the demon bros meeting a black reader with long box braids I wanna know how they'd react or how'd they style them😭

Please and thank you also friendly reminder to take some time off for your mental health and know that your doing an AWESOME job, I'm proud of you!<3

Thank you so much for putting your faith in me to write this request <3. As a white woman, I want to make sure that I'm correctly depicting the styles, so I've been doing some research. I had a lot of fun just looking at different ways people style their box braids!

ALSO If I word anything incorrectly or make mistakes, please tell me so I can fix it!

The Brothers' Reaction to a Black MC with Box Braids Black GN!MC No content warnings for this one!

Lucifer

When you first meet Lucifer, he would definitely be curious about your braids. He wouldn't make a big deal out of it and honestly may just see it as another human custom that's not as prevailent in the Devildom.

As your relationship with him develops, he may show favoritism towards the classic long box braids. The way the braids sway with your every step has him mesmerized.

I think he would complement every style you wear your braids in, but he is a man who loves his classics after all.

Mammon

Mams would be more vocal about his curiousity. He bombards you with questions like: "How long do they take?" "Do you braid them yourself?" (If the answer is no, that you pay someone to braid your hair for you, 9 times out of 10 he's going to ask how much it costs.)

I think he'd be all over a mixed color box braid, especially if you have yellows and golds mixed in! He's totally not biased towards those colors, what are you talking about? Another style I think he would like is yarn braids, once again in yellows and golds.

Leviathan

He would also be very quiet at first. Not because he doesn't like them, but because he's socially awkward and doesn't want to come off as insensitive. He does some research and then comes to you with questions. Please be patient with him, he's anxious.

I think he'd like it if you style your hair in jumbo box braids and lay your edges too. The laid edges remind him of waves (which complement his roll as Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, but he won't tell you that).

Take him to an appointment to get your hair done or let him join you if you do it yourself. He will be eager to help in any way (if you want him to), but he gets distracted by the techniques used to braid your hair.

Satan

He would be interested in the history of the different braids, even if they aren't styles you usually wear. Like Lucifer, he would enjoy seeing how your hair moves with you as you walk. He won't admit to staring though.

As for his favorite style of box braids, I think he'd show favoritism towards box braids with curly or wavy ends.

He would be one of the most observent if you try something different. Different edge laying product? He will mention it. Go see a new braider? Somehow he is able to differentiate between them.

Asmodeus

Asmo is obsessed with your braids. He wants to know everything including techniques, history, different styles, and other braid styles too. He insists he sits in and watches your hair get braided.

He would love the knotless braids with beads. He would practically beg to pick out beads for your hair (expect there to be multiple beads with different heart styles). If you aren't into beaded styles, I think he would also like if you style your hair in a half up bun or half up space buns!

At some point in your relationship he will drop hints that he wants to learn how to braid. He will be ecstatic if you teach him.

Beelzebub

He just doesn't really notice at first? I wouldn't say he doesn't care, he cares because your hair style is what makes you unique in his eyes. He just sees it as another human characteristic.

Out of the different styles, I think he would prefer the large box braid style. He thinks it frames your face very well.

I can't see him being very involved with your hair if that makes sense. He's chill, "you do you and I'll love you regardless" kind of vibes

Belphegor

Much like his twin, he doesn't really focus on it. However, I think the further your relationship grows with him the more he'll take notice of your different hair styles.

He finds the bohemian box braid style the most visually appealing. He loves the variety that is exentuated in the style. I think he'd also love if you accessorize with hair scarves or bandanas (bonus points if its his color).

I think he'd compliment on each different style you try, but that one will be at the top of the list if you ask him what style you should do next.

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!tennis player!oc

summary: in which they probably shouldn't have ever been a thing, but liam and lottie don't really care that much

word count: 2.19k

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, fade to black smut bc it makes me uncomfy sorryy ++ links to the 'fern and noel' saga

he didn't know how it ended up the way it did, but fuck was he happy about it.

when they were younger he would stand on the side of the court behind a net at the tennis centre twenty minutes away from burnage on the train for her county matches. now he sat in guest boxes and spent time not rehearsing and recording plane hopping from open to open, tournament to tournament watching the way her agile feet jumped along the clay staining the soles of her white tennis shoes red.

she acted in turn thought and for that liam was thankful. watching her launch the ball from serve to return over the net was exhausting, but he knew the training and flying to catch the occasional gig was worse and he didn't know how she did it: give a blinder of a performance at the wimbledon grand slam finals and then land in lisbon to see him perform after her hours of press campaigns.

in liam's eyes, lottie could do no wrong; she was perfect in every sense of the word back when they'd started dating in secondary school. she'd offered to help him to pass his ppe's at the pleasure of his mam, she didn't smoke or do drugs at house parties, wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol until she was of legal age and even still it was rare enough to see her do it.

training took up every week night as well as all day saturday, she worked at the bar at the boardwalk in the evening (ironically she was a dab hand at making a blinder of a cocktail) and dedicated sunday to her homework followed by perfecting her serve stance and follow through.

lottie had everything going for her, something that she made clear she wished he had too. many a time she'd be sat with liam late at night, after her shift at the boardwalk, in the middle of the grassy patch in the children's play ground. "someone'll notice you eventually, i know they will. everyone who's seen you loves you."

liam pulled a handful of grass up with his hands out of frustration, a half burnt out cigarette hung between his lips that she couldn't keep her eyes off. "dicks aren't writing about us, though. no-one south of hale or north of oldham knows who we are."

three weeks later, liam had interrupted her training session. he cut off her backhanded serve and pulled her shoulders to him to kiss her soundly as lottie's tennis instructor yelled at him to leave. liam pulled away, grinning brighter than she'd ever seen him, "we've got a record deal, lotts. creation want to work with us, they've signed us!"

a grin split her cheeks right in two. lottie flung her arms around his neck, stood right on the tips of her toes to keep a balance her instructor would have been proud of had he seen it out into action in another other given situation. he blew sharply on the brass whistle hanging on a loop around his neck, hands on his hips as he glared lottie down. she withdrew and whispered a select congratulations in his ear and pushed liam away towards the gate he'd bulldozed through, with a kiss to the pulse point on his neck

lottie was training for the french open when she was called over to the reception desk, hot and sweaty with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, to take a phone call. "hello?" she questioned down the line, rolling her ankles so she could jog back to the clay courts and hit the ground running. she nearly lost her grip on her racquet, slipping through her fingers to collide with her trainers, when liam laughed down the line. "hey lotts, you wouldn't mind paying out my bail would ya love?"

"i thought you were going to belgium," she managed to splutter out, "what did you do to get arrested on a ferry?"

"bit of a long story, babe, but can you pay it?"

she sighed and pinched her nose. "fine, yes. but seriously, liam, this is the last time i'm going to do it. if i find out this has anything to do with you snorting one before boarding you'll be out of my flat and onto your arse faster than you can blink."

on the other end of the line, standing against a pay-phone in a belgian police station, liam adjusted has stance against the pillar. he sat down on one of the wooden slated benches lining the concrete walls and tried to cover his crotch. he chewed his lip in thought, laughing fakely at something bonehead shouted, and his voice turned sombre. "it's not. promise. just had too much to drink an' all that, having a bit of fun before r'kid turns into commander and fuckin' chief."

he heard her heavy sigh and his heart sank. liam had no doubt in his mind that he would be out on the end of astrid's boot in a second if he didn't clean up his act. "i mean it, li. one whiff of cocaine being found in my house and the confederation won't let me compete. i'll phone alan and tell him i'm paying out your bail. you can call me when you get back." lottie hung up on him and handed the receiver back to honey, who was sat behind the desk and messing with the crucifix around her neck pretending like she hadn't overheard any of the conversation.

out on the courts and with little under two months until her first match of the french open, lottie bounced from service to base line, firing fuzzy balls back to over the net while the red clay stained the hem of her whites. she scratched her racquet more times than was necessary to lunge for the ball, while shooting up and zipping around the boxes as she worked harder against the machine.

sometimes during their rigorous training jamie, her coach of seven years, would start loud shouting conversations while lottie was working her arms and thighs. he argued it helped her maintain good breathing regulation and improved concentration, because viewers in the stands could be distracting at the best of times. "so what's new with the rock star, then?"

she grunted as she sent another ball flying over the net and into the wire fence surrounding the court, skidding on her toes in pursuit of the next only an arm's stretch away, "nothing. the twat's only gone and got himself arrested because he got pissed on an over night ferry. 'this is the last time, babe, i promise'", she mimicked in a high pitched voice, "like hell it is."

"ah." jamie ran a finger over the hair he was trying to grow out on top of his lip, "has the brother been in touch yet?" a cold wind shot through the air and he pulled up the zip of his tracksuit closer to his neck. lottie's back flared up in goosebumps but she kept moving, running around the court and rounding up the balls to pour them back into the funnel of the dispensing machine. "no, but i'm expecting a call soon. when one phones the other usually follows suit."

astrid pounded at the treadmill in the gym of her hotel in paris, five minutes away from the large clay court stadium she'd thrashed each of her opponents on. she'd played her way to the final three days and came away relatively unscathed, apart from a strain in her serving wrist that a quick round of physio patched back up. lindsay, an american who was in the running for the doubles championship, was using a bike next to her.

between the two of them they shared an earbud each, stemming from a cassette player settled on the window sill and balancing in the middle of their sponsored water bottles. all of a sudden liam's voice crackled through her ear, and lottie shook her head as she cranked up the incline under foot. lindsay looked at her out of the corner of her eye, cycling as if her life depended on it. "not a fan?" she inquired, bringing down the gears to loosen the tension burning in her calves.

"it's not that," she panted, pushing through the blister forming on her heel, "i just can't believe you are. they're bastards, all of them."

lindsay gradually brought her legs to a stop, taking a moment to bring down her breathing before swinging over the seat to stand up, "i thought you were going out with one of the brothers."

"oh, i am," the incline increased again, "but it doesn't mean i can't call them that." lottie brought the treadmill down until she was walking on a flat line, and took a large sip of water. she looked at her watch and checked the pedometer hooked over her shorts by her hip and started to gather her things. lindsay moved to grab a skipping rope and stretched out her arms behind her back.

"and speaking of whom, i'm off. they should be here by now, good luck for tomorrow if i don't see you."

"and you, lotts. i've heard martínez is training hard, she won't give you an easy run."

lottie zipped her fitted jacket halfway up and tucked her thumbs into the loops around her wrists. "i know. see you on the podium." she left the gym with the two plaits her hair had been tied in laying over her shoulders. in the lift, lottie brushed her eyebrows back into place and checked her watch again, sidestepping a confederation official on the way out into the lobby.

she rocked back and forth on her heels near enough away from the reception desk so as not to look like she was loitering, but close enough to be saved if there were any photographers crouched in a bush with a long-range lens.

as lottie was attempting to push back a cuticle on her nail, she heard liam first rather than seeing him. his loud voice disrupted the peace of the hotel, earning him a disapproving glance from the bellboys and an even dirtier look from noel who was sulking behind, face like thunder.

liam sauntered into the lobby with his sports bag slung lazily over his shoulder, and his eyes were drawn to the dip of lottie's tits first before her smile. she wrapped her arms around him and sighed heavily in content, taking his congratulations on her progress in the open to heart. then she drew away and went to hug noel, who visibly recoiled.

"what's up with you?"

"nowt." he grumbled, shuffling around with room keys.

liam scoffed. "like fuck it's nowt. you're just in a mard because fern broke up with ye'." noel looked like he was ready to hit his brother square on the nose, but was restraining greatly. lottie tried not to sound too sympathetic when she consoled him.

"look i don' want to fuckin' hear it from you either, lotts, no offence. now is there an offie 'round here, i'm dying for a cig and i haven't got nowt."

lottie furrowed her brow in thought and tried to ignore liam looking at her out of the corner of her eye as if he wanted to jump on her right there and then in the glossy lobby.

she crossed her arms under her chest to push up her tits more, just to wind him up. liam discreetly adjusted the way he was standing. "err, yeah. i think there's one just down the road."

"cheers."

noel had sped away before he could even ask someone to take his bag up to his room. liam grumbled out 'lazy cunt' as he made a show of hauling it over his other shoulder, herding lottie into the lift with a hand over her chest.

as soon as the mirrored doors slid shut and they felt movement, liam was attacking lottie with a kiss so searing she felt breathless within seconds.

"missed you so fuckin' much," he mumbled, moving to ravage her neck.

when the lift doors slid open again she dragged him back to her room with her hands on the back of his neck, pushing noel's bag off is shoulder and leaving it abandoned outside his room. liam's hands were roaming over her arse and he withdrew the room key from her back pocket, scanning it before shoving her inside.

"all that time away from you was fuckin' torture," he groaned as her nails dragged down his stomach and traced the low-hanging waistline of his jeans, "need you now, babe." he sighed against her chest as lottie slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand weakly climbing her torso to palm at her tits through her tight jacket.

lottie smirked, "if being this far away from me turns you into this much of a mess, liam," at this she walked him over to her bed to sink down between his legs, following the seam of his jeans up his thighs and to his exposed boxers, "i'm going to have to get competing more often."

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Chapter Twenty (Part 4)

When I’m certain he’s gone and he’s not coming back, I finally allow my muscles to collapse, and as soon as I do the tears start flowing again. My eyes are already raw, and my throat sore from the last time, and my fingers come to clutch at my heart and my throat as though I need to pull away the invisible hand strangling me. I hurry away from Marnie’s house, down the ramps towards little Seapoint Beach, where the dark sand is littered with slimy seaweed and rubbish from the day, and the moon glints off the waves, white spumes of foam peaking with each undulation. I sit on a wet, green rock and take out my phone. I feel desolate. Sucked under by my loneliness, the knowledge that I have ruined everything and there are things I’ve broken that I may never repair. There is only one person in the world left to call, and I dial the number. 

His voice is cracked and sleepy as it comes over the line. “…Hello?”

I realise that I won’t be able to speak to him without crying. It takes me a long moment to gather myself, my chest heaving with an anticipatory sob. 

He repeats himself, more soberly this time. “Hello? Evie, is that you?”

“Hi Shane.” I blubber. “I’m so sorry I called you.”

“What’s wrong?” 

I sniff. “Are you… I’m so sorry I know it’s like, almost three in the morning… are you still in Cyprus?”

“No, I’m not, we got back earlier today.”

“Oh. You’re in Dublin right now?” my heart lifts with the thought of him being nearby. 

“No, I’m at home in Tullamore at the minute, in mam and dad’s, why?”

“Oh, it’s okay then, don’t mind me.”

I hear fabric crunching over the line, presumably his duvet as he gets out of bed. His voice comes down the line urgently. “Evie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

“No.” I admit with a soft hiccup, and then my shoulders begin to shake. I bring my free hand to my face, my nose running over my mouth. 

“Where are you?”

“I’m on Seapoint Beach.”

“Alright. Can you stay there? Are you safe?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just a bit cold.”

I hear him moving about and the thump of a shoe against the floor. “Hang on, I’m coming.”

“Shane, you’re too far away.”

“I’ll be an hour and a half, there’s no traffic at this time… where’s my keys…”

“I don’t want you to have to do this… I’m sorry I called you and woke you up, you must be so tired…”

“It’s nothing.” He insists. “I’m on the way. Seapoint Beach, the one between Blackrock and Monkstown, right?”

I sniffle “Yeah.”

“Stay there, okay? Don’t move a muscle. I’m coming now.”

“Okay.”

“Call me if you move, or if anything happens. I’ll have my phone with me the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s grand. It’s nothing.”

We hang up and I wait.

I hear the distant swish of tyres on the road before I see him. The sky is lightening already, even in these early hours of the morning, and his Fiat Punto is backlit with hazy purple as he pulls up to the curb at the entrance to the beach. I gasp with relief when I see him, he gets out of the idling car and I run up the ramp towards him. 

“Evie.” He says as I launch myself into his arms. We don’t usually hug each other, not like this, but tonight he wraps his arms around me and holds me to his broad chest so tightly that I’m afraid he’ll crush my ribs to dust. “I’m here now.” He says. 

“I can’t believe you came all the way.” I say, the sound muffled in his fleece as he rubs my back. “Sure, of course I did. What else was I meant to do?”

“You could have left me here.”

“I’d never do a thing like that.” he says it with this kind of disturbed edge to his voice, as though he can’t fathom that there are men out there who would. He looks down at me and tuts softly. “What are they after doing to you at all?”

“I can’t.” I sob. “I can’t talk about it now.”

“That’s fine.” He says, and then hesitates before saying, “Where’s your top?”

“Oh.” I say, looking down at my bikini and shorts combo. “The rest of my clothes are in a bag inside the house. I’ll just leave them there.”

“A whole bag of stuff, like?” 

I nod.

“I’ll go in and get it for you.”

“You don’t have to, Shane, really, it’s fine.”

“Is there anything important in the bag?”

I pause. “My purse and my phone charger are there.”

“I’ll get it.” He says decisively, and then when I look at him worriedly he reassures me. “I won’t look at or talk to anybody, I’ll just quietly go in and get it and then I’ll leave.”

I tell him where the bag is and how to find it, and then I wait by the car. It’s only five minutes before he comes back with it, takes my hoodie out and tosses it to me. “Throw that on you there.”  

“Shane…” I say as he stands at the driver’s side door across from me. “I’m glad that you came.”

“Yeah it’s no problem.”

“And I’m so sorry.”

“No sure, it didn’t end up being a long drive at this hour anyway.”

“No, I mean, I’m sorry for everything else that-”

“I know you are.” He interjects. “And I’m saying you’re alright, we’re here now, it is what it is. I’m just glad you called me.”

“I’m glad too.”

He gets into the car and leans over to open the door on my side. “Come on, in you get. I’ll take you home to your mam.” And I do, and he sticks on the radio as we pull away, driving on towards the rising sun. 

End of Part 2

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