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shapard · 1 year

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My Little Kitten

Chapter 1

Chapter. 2: The Tiger and The Leopard

Y/n Pov:

My eyes felt heavy, and I was complete relaxed. It is warm, warmer than the usual cold metal mattress on the floor at “home”. Behind me was a heat source. A fluffy tail wrapped around my waist. Then it clicked. My mate saved me from that Naoya guy who tried to r*pe me.

I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids, and I met the welcoming morning sun. A warm breath tickled on my neck and a purr welcomed my ears. Without me even realizing, I leaned into the warm body which cuddled my body right near them for comfort.

The breathing was getting less relaxed and more “out of control”. The body heat I received was now replaced with the cold wind and fresh air. I began to shiver. “What are you doing here?” asked a cold unwelcoming voice. “You-you brought me here. I guess,” I answered in a husky, ragged voice. I sat up straight looking at the male right Infront of me. I expected an angry face, but never a scared one. More like panicked. “I can leave if you want to,” I said, well knowing I have nowhere to go. Already standing up ready to go. But he holds my wrist. “Don’t go… you’ll not be welcomed anymore in that rotten place,” he said, mocking me.

3rd Pov:

Deep down Sukuna panicked. On the one hand he wants them gone. He hates cats from this Village they’re so Arrogant and Selfish. Butt on the other hand she’s his mate and he already got himself love stuck. Her scent is Intoxicating, like a drug. He never felt this calmed with just a mere touch. He likes the feeling. It makes him all puffed up and it warms his cold, broken heart.

But he doesn’t know how to be the perfect mate he hasn’t even talked with other shifters of his kind. His heart raced that he didn’t even notice that Y/n got out of his grip. The confused Y/n put a distance between the two. Her mind is overwhelmed with too many thoughts and doubts. Her mind worked fast, building up every scenario that’s maybe going to happen.

“Can I trust him? “, „Is that the Tiger the elders told us about?” and “Is he about to kill me?”. And then her cat who earns to be in her mate’s arms.

Sukuna was fighting against his instincts to claim his mate right here and now. It was driving him crazy.

“You should leave,” he said stern. “Wha- why?” Y/n asked confused why the male send her off, even though he was the one who stopped her from leaving now. “You can´t stay here. Its too dangerous,” excuses. Sukuna knew that he as talking bullshit, too afraid from his inner beast. What might happen when his beast gets out of control. Before he could even notice Y/n jumped out of the window and the h/c cat ran deep into the forest.

Sukuna stared down at his feet, a bad feeling crumbles in his gut. “This will not end well,” Sukuna thought now looking at the side.

Meanwhile at the cat Village:

“What do you mean she escaped?!” Naomi yelled at Naoya and D/n. “An unpleasant guest came,” D/n said, his head laying on the ground. “Who could this ´guest´ be to come across the plan I made?!” Naomi shouted in frustration “, Sukuna Ryomen. The Tiger shifter,” Naoya answered Naomi. Before Naomi could complain the door opens and a white-haired man came in. “Naomi! Y/n is gone! Do you have seen her?” Satoru asked desperate for his childhood friend. “No darling, maybe she just ran off-” “She would never!” Satoru interrupted his mate what pissed her off. “Who even is she to you! You care more about her than me?!” Naomi screams what makes her voice crack. Naoya backed away from the ear haunting screech.

“Naomi! Please she’s, my cousin! She’s family and I love you I really do. But because of you we haven’t talked with each other’s for 8 fucking years! Don’t make drama about these unnecessary things. You’re hurting our baby,” Satoru tells Naomi. “Now tell me. What did you do to Y/n?” Satoru hissed.

M/n went with a burning torch towards the forest with ten other Villagers. “let's kill this demon,” M/n said, knowing this “demon” is her daughter.

Back to Y/n:

Y/n wasn’t sure where she’s going. She wants to find a place to live and where she could sleep comfortably without any disturbance. Her pace was getting slower and slower. Her Stamina was running out and Y/n didn’t know how long she could take this. Flashbacks from the past events didn’t make it easy for the small cat.

Birds were flying and a cry from a cat was heard through the forest. Sukuna heard the small cry, even though it was very faint and silent. He already knew that this cry came from his mate. He sprinted towards the direction of the sound. A large tiger darted his way through the forest to safe his lover.

Not far away, Satoru Gojo didn’t miss the cries from his beloved cousin.

“You Missed it!” M/n shout at the male who shot the kitten in her stomach. “She’s going to bleed out-” M/n glared at the young male, “It’s going to bleed out in less than a few minutes.” The guard said. With a huff M/n watched her daughter slowly bleeding out, a smirk of victory building up on her face. A roar came out of the bushes scaring the guards and the woman. A large tiger jumped Infront of the small kitten protectively. Snarling the tiger attacked the ten men who shortly died in a few seconds leaving the woman in pure shock. She screamed so loud; Sukuna was sure the Village should've heard the scream also.

Just when M/n was about to run, a white Leopard jumped Infront of her leaving her unconscious.

A growl escaped the two wild cats and they both started circling each other, M/n right in between. A whine escaped Y/n who lost a lot of blood. She won’t make it if a fight would break up. If no one helps her, she will die.

Sukuna immediately jumped to the injured cat and growled at the predators. He took Y/n in his mouth, like a mom cat with its kitten. He sprints away Satoru following right after.

‘If this continues Y/n would immidiatley die at a fast pace,’ Sukuna thought.

To be continued…

Chapter 3.

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#Sukunaxreader #sukuna #gojo #gojoxoc #shantihades #mate #soulmate #weretiger #werecat #shapeshift #fluff #mateau #Y/n #y/n #reader #shapard

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fcxyviixen · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Vixen!

note: yesterday was my birthday and i forgot to post this. i'm offically 17 and i feel like i skipped an entire year of my life. this little one-shot is completely self-indulgent, but if you'd like to know more about my oc, enjoy.

main pairing: vixen x lucifer (my self-indulgent ship)

Vixen had noticed the demon brothers had been planning something. But, whenever she would try to find out what was going on, they suddenly got all secretive and sounded like everything was okay and none of them were planning anything. Even Lucifer was a part of it, or he was just supervising.

Vixen wasn’t even aware her birthday was coming up, she never really celebrated it so it was just another day for her, so she often forgot it. The brothers were aware of this and decided to surprise her for her birthday this year, she just didn’t know it.

The day before her birthday, there was a knock on her bedroom door, “Come in!” Vixen called out, she was currently laying on her bed in her fox form, reading a book that was being held up by her fluffy tail.

The door opened and Diavolo poked his head into the room, looking around until his eyes fell onto the fox on the bed. “As, hello Vixen!” Diavolo greeted with a cheery smile. Vixen nodded in response, “Hey, what’s up?” she asked.

She knew Barbatos would scold her for his words, but she knew herself that the demon prince preferred the way she spoke to him. “Well, I was wondering how you would feel about going to the human world for a day with the brothers?” Diavolo asked.

“So babysit them so none of them get lost again?” Vixen chuckled, which is what happened the last time they went to the human world alone. “I guess you could call it that.” Diavolo responded.

Vixen nodded, letting her book flop back onto the bed as she went to jump off her bed. A puff of smoke later and the fox had returned to her human form. “Sure then.” Vixen said. “How long will we be there?” Vixen asked.

“A day.” Diavolo answered. “Not that long, so I doubt it’ll be difficult.” Vixen hummed. “Good, well I’ll let you get packed for a day.” Diavolo went to leave. “Why would I need to pack anything?” Vixen questioned, but the demon prince had already left. She shook it off, another one of the suspicious things she had noticed besides whatever the brother’s were planning.

She’d figured she’d ask the brothers at dinner.

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Dinner rolls around and it was the same chaos as everyday, which Vixen had gotten used to over time. Vixen piped up about her curiosity.

“So what are we going to the human world for?” Vixen asked, waiting to see each of their reactions to try and get a clue out of something.

The other brothers froze, but Lucifer spoke quickly. “I’d figured a break to the human world wouldn’t be so bad.” He made a quick excuse.

Vixen raised an eyebrow, “And you didn’t think to bring it up with me until now, or well Diavolo had to bring it up to me.”

“It was going to be a surprise.” Lucifer explained. Vixen looked confused, “A surprise why?”.

“Did you have something planned?” Vixen then asked, thinking about all the sneaking around the seven did for the past week. “I guess you can say it’s been something we’ve been planning, Mammon was supposed to tell you about the trip to the human world though.” Satan chimed in.

“Hey-!” Mammon looked like he was going to argue until Lucifer shot him a look. “Well, I forgot alright!” Mammon tried to excuse himself.

“So what do you guys have planned for the trip?” Vixen then asked. “You’ll see when we get there.” Lucifer answered. Vixen nodded, not wanting to pry more into it.

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The next day rolled around and it was early when they went to the human world. Which accidentally blinded Satan like it always did, the poor demon lived in the Devildom for all his life and was not used to the sun like his brothers.

Vixen insisted they stay together to avoid getting lost, then searching for 12 hours for ONE of the brothers like the last trip, but Lucifer insisted it would be fine and he put a “human world app” on their phones to keep track of them.

So, the entire time it was just Lucifer and Vixen in the human world for a little bit. Lucifer kept checking his phone often, and Vixen was curious, but didn’t stick her nose into it.

“So, I heard we were staying the whole day in the human world then going back to the Devildom tomorrow morning?” Vixen questioned. “Yes, this was just supposed to be a day break.” Lucifer confirmed, but he was hiding something, Vixen could tell when Lucifer was keeping secrets.

Vixen wanted to push it, truly did, but decided to wait and see if she could get any more information from his vague responses…

Which she didn’t, it only got more confusing until it was mid-afternoon, especially when Lucifer was urging her away from downtown, and to another small store that sold swimsuits?

“You mentioned you needed a new one.” Was Lucifer’s only excuse, his eyes avoiding hers. Vixen only smiled and began browsing the shelves.

Another thing she noticed is that coming to the human world, they were near a beach, so she wanted to see if she could drop by there before they leave, it had been such a long time since she’s played in the water or sand, and the Devildom has no beaches, well it does, but it doesn’t feel right not being in the sun.

Vixen picked out a two piece purple bathing suit. She was torn between the orange or purple one but decided with the purple one, it was her favorite color after all. Vixen tried to convince Lucifer of getting another bathing suit, but failed.

Vixen was going to pay for it, but Lucifer beat her to it. Vixen was confused because Lucifer wasn’t adamant about something like that. She sighed, thinking it was another thing they were planning.

“A hotel?” Vixen questioned, following Lucifer. Lucifer nodded in confirmation, “Is that where we’ll be staying? Are we already done with everything?” Vixen asked. Lucifer only gave her a small smile, “Not everything is finished, but almost.” He said.

Lucifer continued to lead the confused Vixen to the hotel they were staying at, and the hotel is right next to the beach, which made Vixen very happy to see the beach again, and since Lucifer said almost everything was done, she was hoping to try out her new bathing suit and relax.

Lucifer and her checked into the hotel room, and got the card. As soon as Lucifer opened the door, Vixen felt a tingle in her pacts. Then Lucifer flicked the light switch off, and Vixen almost jumped at the sudden loud, “SURPRISE” that was shouted all inside the room.

Vixen looked around and saw the entire hotel room, which was three king suites with doors that lead to each of them, it was decorated for a birthday. Vixen finally looked at the date on her phone, finally putting two and two together.

All the secret planning, and this surprise trip was all for her birthday the brother’s were planning behind her back, and she had once again completely forgotten her birthday. Lucifer took one of those little paper birthday hats and put it on Vixen’s head. “Happy Birthday Vixen.” He smiled.

“Vixen, did you forget your own birthday?” Satan asked, Lucifer quickly reached behind him and snatched the paper hat from Belphegor that was trying to put one on him. Causing both of the brothers to frown.

“Yeah..” Vixen answered Satan. “Hey, if I have to wear one, so do you. So put the paper hat on Lucifer.” Vixen ordered as she looked at Lucifer. Lucifer grumbled and put the hat on, which was a bit crumpled, the poor pride demon looked wounded, but he sucked it up.

Everyone wished her a happy birthday, then Lucifer dropped the ball. They planned this the moment she mentioned how much she liked the beach. Originally they were going to use Diavolo’s private beach, but they shut it down since Vixen would get too suspicious.

Vixen saw their point, since they only used the private beach for vacation reasons, or Diavolo forcing Lucifer to take a vacation. Everyone else besides Vixen and Lucifer were in their swimsuits and were told to get dressed quickly.

They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, they ended up burying Lucifer, Diavolo, and Leviathan in the sand. Belphegor got thrown into the water by Beelzebub. Barbatos and Simeon kept an eye on Luke making sandcastles. Solomon dragged Asmodeus into the water.

Mammon kept freezing himself in the water, and Satan kept scaring the people who were in the water with a fake shark fin on his back. Vixen stayed in the water for the most part, but helped Luke make a sand castle showing him how to keep the sand from falling apart.

Eventually night fell and they went back to the hotel, everyone had to wash up after it took an hour to unburying Diavolo, Lucifer, and Leviathan, Leviathan not wanting to come out of the ground because he enjoyed it and liked feeling the waves wash over him.

They ended up singing happy birthday to Vixen and Barbatos had made her a homemade 3 layer cake that looked like a fox for her. Vixen never usually got excited for things like this, but found it amazing Barbatos how he was able to do something like this.

After eating the cake everyone cleaned up, Vixen tried to help, but Lucifer had snatched her off to the 3rd king suite that Diavolo had paid for just for the couple. Vixen knew the moment he snatched her off, she wouldn’t help and knew they planned it that way knowing her nature.

“So, you want me all for yourself tonight?” Vixen teased. “Well, I can’t deny that I do.” Lucifer responded, leaning down and giving her a gentle kiss. “But, I know that if I didn’t drag you away, you’d try to clean up your own birthday party.” He said.

“I just wanted to help.” Vixen said, “Too bad, this time they get to clean it up, you’re always cleaning up after us.” Lucifer stated. Vixen sighed, “Fine, I give up.” She huffed, gently wrapping her arms around Lucifer.

“We could just cuddle the rest of the night or watch a movie.” Vixen suggested, “Or we could just sneak back out to the beach, I doubt my brother’s would notice.” Lucifer smirked, Vixen smiled at the suggestion. “But, both of our swimsuits are dirty, and they’ll see if we come back with sand all over us.” Vixen replied. “And that’s why there’s something called extra swimsuits.” Lucifer said, pulling a bag from under the bed, it was a matching couples swimsuit.

“You are so cheesy sometimes, Lucifer.” Vixen chuckled holding up the female one. “Well, I thought it was romantic.” Lucifer said, crossing his arms. Vixen chuckled lightly, “Well, I love it when you are cheesy like this.”.

Vixen loved it when Lucifer could just drop his pride around her, and do something romantically cheesy like this, which was popular back in the day, but no so much today, but Vixen would never say anything because she found it adorable that such a cold and prideful man would try and do such cute and romantic things.

Vixen ended up putting on the swimsuit, it was a simple one piece with open sides, it was completely black and had little peacock feathers on it. Lucifer’s was a simple pair of swim trunks with the same design. Vixen wanted to laugh, she knew why Lucifer chose this out, after all his representing animal is a peacock and Vixen would make teases at him for it.

The two ended up sneaking out through their own suite and made it to the beach that was covered in the moonlight of the human world moon. It was a full moon that night, which made the ocean have a gentle glisten to it.

“I remembered how you mentioned how you liked it when the human world moon made the sea glisten like this, now I see why you find it beautiful.” Lucifer smiled. Vixen nodded, “It’s always been beautiful to me since I was a kid.” She hummed.

“Thank you for today.” Vixen then turned to Lucifer, the two were now sitting in the shallow water, letting the waves roll over them. “I’d never thought you’d forget your own birthday.” Lucifer laughed at her, “Like you can talk mister.” Vixen teased, reminding him of his second birthday with Vixen around.

The two sat in the water until a little past midnight, knowing they’d have to go back before someone noticed the two were gone. They changed and hid the second pair of swimsuits, carefully to avoid Lucifer’s brothers seeing. The two ended up cuddling before falling asleep and getting back to their normal routine of life.

It was one of the first birthday’s Vixen celebrated with friends and family and couldn’t wait for the next one.

#happy birthday vixen!!#obey me mammon #vixies reblogs #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #omswd #vixies personal mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me selfship #selfship #self-indulgent fic #obey me lucifer x vixen #obey me oc #obey me mc

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dragontamer05 · 1 year

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I know it’s been stated by others before but honestly I don’t think enough praise can be given to how well written the humanization of the Demons in Demon Slayer is.

How well the mangka actually can manage to make you feel for even the worst of the Demons while also by no means excusing what they’ve done or even treating it as some kind of redemption.

Even if they did horrible things when they used to be people you can still understand how they ended up the way they were, quite often as simple as if one thing had turned out ever so slightly different then they wouldn’t have been a demon in the first.

Many of them having suffered at the hands of a broken and unfair system that never allowed them a chance for better, or having whatever joy they’ve found unfairly taken from them

And then those feelings getting so warped and twisted over decade, centuries of being a demon to the point of forgetting who they originally were / what they were originally seeking.

And in general I think is just a good example to point towards when it comes to the difference of writing a villain/antagonist that you can sympathies with compared to writing to redeem them.

Even the Demon’s themselves upon having their come to revelation moment generally admit or realize that they’ve done shitty things and they know they’re going to hell / is no forgiving what they did- some may not even fully regret what actions they took in their human life or as a demon.

Like the closest you might get to “redemption’ perse is the moments where a past loved one / someone important to them basically is offering them solace telling them to stop and that ‘hey everything can be okay now’ but even then it still not saying that what they did was okay just them getting a bit of closure in that said person is just happy to have them back / that they came to their senses I guess and was able to remember that human part of themselves

- or even they themselves apologizing being part of the reason they ended up down the path they did.

Like straight up even Akaza for as cathartic as it was to finally see him get the shit beat out of him and have Rengoku’s death be avenged, I also do feel for the guy and what happened to him while he was human because you can see how things could have been so different. He almost did have a chance at a happy normal life.

I suppose off hand the first other example that comes to mind is FMA

While Scar is an obvious choice example my favourite to look at is Dwarf in the Flask.

At his core all he wanted was to be free of his confinement, just like humans and every other living creature are. Which in the end in their desperation led them down the notion that the only way they’d ever truly be free was to become ‘god’

And no doubt it doesn’t really redeem or I’d say or forgive them for the atrocities they’ve caused in trying to obtain their goal, hell nah, but like I do feel bad for them. I mean in the end Homunculous was really only created as a tool and probably being used by the other alchemists, much the same as a well a slave. Trapped in the flask, like a prisoner.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #obviously I'm sure others have pulled off such writing but just from what I've read and am familiar with this is some of the best #along side FMA

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livecharliereaction · 8 months

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Charhigurashi5 start today

rena told me to think in the last afterparty but i don t really know hwats going on heres some shit tho under the cut

So the big question now is "is it oyashiro possessing villagers make them kill" OR "big rumor acts as a excuse really its all humans" well its probably a mixture of those though

im using oyashiro as a placeholder name bcs what else would i call it. But it might not be so literal - it could be any demon/god/thing or just some Girl or something (and im understanding "possession" too as a large term like it could be some sorta manipulation or disease or something)

I went into this believing its a timeloop but the more and more i played ive come to the conclusion that its either 1. Not at all OR 2. Very different from the kinds of timeloops ive seen before MAIN REASON: Keiichi getting super old alone at the end of tatarigoroshi chapter. My previous guess was that its something like "rika dies and it loops" but based on that its obviously not that simple. ...This could still be the case with time looping when keiichi dies but i kinda refuse that anyone/anything would be looping time for KEIICHI cmoon now. so yeah

IF it is a timeloop i believe it stems from rikas wish to have a normal time with her friends despite the promised horrors from her own prediction (she said it in chapter4)

i find it more likely that the different routes are stuff from different worlds or universes but im sure its something cooler than just That

speaking of different worlds i feel like theres a sort of "dark hinamizawa" alternative world like this idea is mostly from how they described keiichis paranoia in tatarigoroshi chapter (he kepts saying taht "This isnt the hinamizawa i know this sucks!!!" I doubt itd be that literal but the ideas out there)

in my old phone notes that predate this blog (i think during 1 and 2 chapters) i threw out the idea that satoko n rika have some sort of divine bond (i said as an example that if one dies the other one dies too). Im gonna be honest i DONT REMEMBER WHY I THOUGHT THIS LOL. But it hasnt exactly been negated so what ever. Current idea is that theyre just #bestiessss though.

they presented an idea that ooishi could be oyashiros servant but i highly dont think thats true he has nothing to do with this at least never in a divine sense

I mention a manager/director in the phone notes too which is crazy cos i wouldve NOT remembered that but its bothering me now. Tbh i dont rly remember what was said about that anyway but it was in end of 1 or 2. Without knowing anything id say thats rika or whatever her "other personality" is though (i think the prediction makes me think this)

also random note when mion confessed to killing everypony i think she was either lying or it wasnt really mion confessing but the Demon that she wouldve maybe been possessed by

Yeahhh ill find the #CREDITS from chapter 3 first though cos there were wordplay things but i didnt have the time to look at them properly

#charhigurashi5

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cantfeelmyfacebruh · 11 months

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(So before anyone delves into this, I want to make it clear that this has been something that has take a long time finish, mainly because I would be doing it and then thing “why?” So yeah… I started it if I remember correctly back in October of 2016… yeah, yikes. For those of you that know what this is about, and if your the person that this happens to involve (and I some what hope it is), then congrats, I guess I was never truly being myself, but instead hiding my true feelings and what feels like demons for the longest time… I hope this reaches the eyes that it should and if anything needs to see it. Well, enjoy… oh and excuse any grammar errors… I was always shit at writing things).

So where do I even start? I know you did these kinds of things all the time. Expressing yourself on these platforms was something I always knew you did do and in a way, it helped. Not just you but also me so I knew what was going on and I could keep an eye on you and your feelings. I guess I can start this from the very beginning, and I mean the VERY beginning. 2012, the week building up to the 24th March, what a week and time to be alive. As hyped as I was for the up coming weekend and the events that would take place, my interests and excitement I guess you could say we’re also else where. I guess you could say I was falling head over heels. The silly thing was that I didn’t know who you were, of course apart from your name and that she clearly was into the same band as was. I knew about you for a while, mainly thanks to my best friend. But I don’t think I ever truly told you when I first laid eyes on you. It was a couple of months before everything would happen. One non school uniform day I would just so happen to be passing by on the way to maths, (miserable I know). At the time I had my headphones in and was listening to BVB and had no clue of what was going on around me, not until then. I caught a glimmer of you… I recognised the girl that you were walking with as I knew her from being the year below in my primary school. I was just dumbstruck and completely forgot where I was and what I was doing. A second later my best mate would come up and noticed I was watching something and would ask me what I was staring at? I told him “nothing”. Of course he wouldn’t take that answer as a no and would continue to persist about what was going on, so I asked him,

“that girl your gf is friends with? Rebecca right?” He would continue to say “yeah, what about her?”

“Who was the girl next to her?”

“The shorter ginger one?”

“Yeah her!”

He told me your name and that you were that girl’s best-friend and that you two were practically sisters. But also, you would be going to Wolverhampton just like we were on the 24th! I couldn’t believe the things he told me. I went home that following day feeling strangely odd… Your name and face was all I could think about! It was driving me mad but I couldn’t say anything to anyone, mainly for the fear of being I guess shot down… doubt started to cloud my mind. Every time after that I would see you go by now and again it always felt like the day just got a little bit brighter with every pass. Then one day, on that week, I finally decided I needed to do something about this. One night I was just scrolling through twitter and wouldn’t you believe it, you came up as suggested follow (good ol’ twitter, forever reading people’s minds). Even though I already knew the answer as my friend had told me, I had to ask! Mainly because I didn’t know what the fuck else to say!! I asked if you were going to the concert on the weekend, and in a matter of minutes I had a response. I nearly passed out before I even read the damn tweet! I was terrified what it could say! But I could not have been more thrilled with the hat the answer was… Yes.

Through the week leading up to the concert we spoke often, mainly getting to know one another and having laughs. We exchanged numbers and added each tiger on pretty much every form of social media possible. My heart was expanding with given minute. One of my favourite memories was that I remember coming out of the B block at school and seeing you there with Becca. I glanced over at you and you were hiding behind her and bit her! I wanted to come over and finally say hi face to face and well, I guess sweep you off your feet. But of course as a typical me thing I just smiled and walked on by… The warmth from your smile is still something I feel even today, and it’s a memory that i could never forget. The night finally arrived and we were all hyped as the best night of our lives was about to happen. But what I didn’t realise was how good the this night would turn out to be! We got into our seats and the first thing I remember was scanning around the room looking for you and my mates gf. Took us a while admittedly but I blame that on the fact it was so damn dark I couldn’t even see what was printed on my shirt, let alone trying to find a group of girls in a hall of thousands! But eventually we did! We came racing over and my friend’s gf was thrilled to see him, but I was again locked in a stare… even today I hope it wasn’t too obvious because I felt like it was… eep… Then I noticed your father… Jesus I nearly went white… You all got up to go and get drinks at the bar and naturally we came with. Damn I was being such a goof… I swinging on the table we were all around and even got you to hit me over the head with a poster, and quite frankly I still feel that hit today! Was a hell a wack I give you that! But I didn’t know what else to do! I couldn’t talk for the fact I was completely dumbstruck again! So I just did whatever I could to make you smile and laugh hoping it was enough. That night, was truly one of the best nights of my life… and yet what if didn’t know at the time was that it was about to get even better. I knew when we had sat back down in our seats and could seeing you having the time of your life throughout the entire show, even to the end where we had a our group picture, this was love… I was in love…

The following day would be one to remember. Me and the friends that went to the concert before hand went out as we always did on a weekend, expect this one would be slightly different. Of course I was texting you at the time and decided that we would come find you and ask you to join us! I remember you saying that you couldn’t really leave the house so we all just sat outside on the green, listened to music, spoke about the night before and just all had a nice chilled time. Of course the day would carry on through and we ended up going in to your place and would end up watching Kerrang on TV. Then one by one everyone started to leave to go home, except me… You and your parents offered if I wanted to stay for some pizza and of grouse I just had to say yes! I remember sitting there awkwardly because I had no clue what to say! But the main thing I remember was watching you in the corner of my eye, I couldn’t stop… Later that evening I would of course go home and as always be messaging you. This was to be the night I finally would ask you that question. I remember asking you and you replied that you’d tell me after I had my bath (oh lord) as I was just about to hop in one. Not going to lie but that was the fastest fucking bath I’ve ever had, all because I wanted to know your answer. So many emotions were flying round inside of me. I was so nervous I was pretty much shaking and was terrified to look at the phone when you had given me your answer, but you said yes. I nearly passed out with amazement. I couldn’t find the words to describe the feelings that I had. The following Monday, walking to school my knees were shaking when walking from from my grandparents, I couldn’t contain the excitement that it was literally making feel like I forgot how to walk… I got to school and was with the others, waiting, looking around to see where you were, then all of a sudden, you were there… I couldn’t believe it. I had you in my arms and I had this feeling that I knew, somehow that the future was bright. The next few months would be the first of the best months of my life.

The things we did, I remember your birthday and going bowling, our first date seeing that terrible “horror” movie (that bastard dog in the film that nearly made me have heart failure…). Going down onto the Ham and in the gardens by the river, our first holiday where I still have the photo of us on the wall outside the Swan Inn, I can never not smile at the photo… it hurts… Our first mop fair, our first Christmas and new years and so much more, I could go on for so damn long… those following years would carry on to be some of the best of my life… I still remember your prom… how you looked and how I could never find the words to describe the feelings that were inside me at that time. My only regret was that I couldn’t join you like our friends could… or course there were ups and downs within our time together, was bound to be. But there was something about us, this sense of feeling that no matter what was thrown our way, we would always get though it hand in hand. Guess Parachute were right, forever and always… I truly had my Fallen Angel, My Sweet Blasphemy…

Many concerts, moments and happy memories later, this Rebel Love Song was a dream made true. However, like all dreams, at some point I had to wake up… Life was about to take a turn that I never expected or ever wished to have happened… For me it stated when I had gone to another college. The pressure for me was on and I had no clue how to handle any of it… In my idiocy I would get carried away with doing others things and spending time on other things instead of using it with you… and in the end it pushed you away, and the stupid thing is, I never knew… My stress started to build up, I could feel it rise with every week and eventually it snapped, I snapped. And then, I found out what was going on…

My world fell apart, my heart smashed and burnt till there was nothing but dust and ash… I tried everything that I could to fix it and nothing… You were gone… my world shattered, now remaining to never have existed… My soul was broken. The nights after everything had ended were the worst nights of my life. I would disappear for hours, on my own not knowing where to go. I would often end up down the Lower Lode by the river, I would walk past your place and throw the cemetery. It never bothered me being alone that late at night. This one night when I was sat on the benches down there, I was drinking and scrolling through my phone. Looking at all of our memories… I was about to do something I had never done before. I prayed… A short while after I knew no one would have head me. I felt this cold and burning hot sense rush through my body, and just broke down in tears and just dropped everything. A few short minutes passed by and I just look across the water and just saw black… I screamed. Rage consumed my body and I just screamed and lashed out at the world around me. My view on the world changed that night… no one heard me and all I felt was hatred. I hated myself, everyone around me, the world, you and most of all him… Even now the name of him makes my blood boil. My hatred made me even more destroyed… I was losing the very will to hang on. I decided that night that I wanted to die… I wanted to die. I had nothing to loose anymore. What is a life worth when there’s nothing in it?

After some time (a week or so) I decided that my bitterness wasn’t helping me through the days. I decided I needed to try and start putting my heart and life back together, though of course I would never truly succeed. My life was a wreck, I wouldn’t eat, I would not sleep. I was going into college and work looking like death (I’m sure you remember). I was pale as I never wanted to be outside for the fear of seeing you with him… That’s when I decided I would do the worst thing I had ever done, I would put on a mask. I started to hide my true feelings behind a fake face. Ah yes… the lovely happy go lucky goofy me… what a joke. And yet everyone fell for it. Everyone thought I had these strong feelings and clearly was able to push through all the shit that happened in the last couple of months. Little did everyone know though, I was still broken under it all. I would go to college and be the guy that everyone would love in class and made some amazing friends. At work everyone thought I was happy for you and knew a new horizon awaited me else where… When in actual fact only a few knew how I truly was feeling. Now I never knew whether if you ever saw it, but if you didn’t then well… you know now.

Things started to slightly change after March of this year. Of course I’m sure you probably know why and who I’m on about. Of course she had this effect on me that was amazing and helped me out of this vicious cycle of hatred and regret. Though it wouldn’t complete pick me back up, she did do wonders. Of course at this point you were still with him. But I started to do something I thought I would never be able to do. I started to forgive you… I started to realise my faults with how everything happened. And that if I had done anything about it then perhaps, maybe we would never have left each other. But it was too late… Now of course you know how things went for me. I was with her, and as you know I was off to see her this summer. Obviously as you know I had a great time and it really helped my soul. It gave me hope that things were getting better. But soon I would start to question what was happening with you. Things from what I saw it wasn’t going great… And yet I knew something was also bugging you. I remember you coming to me the first weekend I was back working. You came to me pretty close and said “your mum says your in love, is that true?” For a moment I was confused, I didn’t really know what to say to that? I was thinking why is she asking me this? I gave you your answer of “yeah, I think so” and you just stormed off… all day you would avoid me. I took me a while to figure it out but I never truly would know for certain, did you regret what happened? A while after I remember you would invite me out now and again to go to Spoons or even “have a catchup”. I knew why these things would be asked and once happened. Yes I would keep my eye on you, not to be creepy or anything bad, but because I still cared. The one evening we would meet up at Spoons and he didn’t know you were there. I was confused as to why we did this or what the motive was honestly. But something came to me that evening after I was home… those feelings I had thought that had subsided, that hadn’t gone… But what could I say? Nothing… and yet it’s nearly been a year since it all happened, what the fuck could I even have said? Like I said, nothing…

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Jesus… it’s 2018 and I’ve stumbled on this! I guess I never did finish it. But then if I remember right, I never thought there would be a point. But then again, I guess I’m back now, so might as well continue.

So where do I start? Well I guess with that life has treated me alright I suppose since. The nightmares are more common but I suppose that’s something I’ve gotten use to over time. Probably a bad thing that I’ve been getting use to them honestly… But it’s brought me back some strange memories that, okay I will admit I have thought about now and again but no often (pretty much like once or twice every two months or so). These memories vary honestly, some are bad, some are good and some are just leave questions that honestly I don’t think I’ll ever get the answers too… The one memory that comes now and again is what you said that one night before it all ended… “A part of me will always love you… and maybe one day it’ll happen again.” At the time I held on to those words with every fibre of my being. I sometimes wondered if that was the reason I nearly tore myself apart to the point of complete self destruction. But at the same time it makes me wonder if you still perhaps mean that, or whether if you ever meant it at all…

For some reason people (friends, etc) still keep me up to date with how you are or that you’ve said something on Tumblr. I honestly wonder why people still tell me these things. Do they perhaps think I still care? Do they know? I thought I had it all hidden and had destroyed those feelings. I mean does anyone stop truly caring about things like that? Did you? Again a question that I’ll probably never get an answer too… When these people would tell me something about you’ve said of course I would look. Mainly because curiosity would over take me and I guess other reasons… I saw what you would write. I often wondered whether if you made these posts with the idea that perhaps I would see them. But it made things clearly (ish) to me. I saw what you wrote about seeing me in another relationship. How it made you feel and the pain it would cause. Was this because you’d till cared? Another was about never being on your own since you were 15 and fear of being alone was too much to handle. I won’t lie, I felt that… Others were about this guy that you loved so much and was scared of him hurting you again and again and it made me wonder who you were on about. Of course a part of me would make me think that you were on about, well… him… But then again I guess at the same time I probably didn’t really want know.

Another memory was not even from one of those “dreams”. It actually came to me because I was out long boarding not too long ago. Was just going around the lanes through and around town. Was nice really, just music, monster and wind flying on past me. And yeah, I went down the road past your house. Not really sure why but I guess it’s probably because of the slight slope that goes down, past the green. Pretty sick to go down not going lie, but the pot holes would make anyone else think otherwise. Speaking of which, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE GREEN?! ITS A DAMN CAR PARK!! I was just watching as I went past and I was like “woah…” Guess that shows how fast things change when you don’t really pay attention to them. Then again, I guess there was no reason to I guess.

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Well safe to say that I forgot about this yet again… was scrolling through some old stuff trying to find something and came across this. I should really finish it… But at the same time what is there to say?

I guess it some cases I do want to say that.l, I’m happy. Not just with how things are for me but also for you. Now and again I bump into your dad and say hi, not sure if he ever mentions it but I guess that’s not for me to know. But I always tell ask how the family is, how your mum is and of course how you are. Congrats by the way. Guess I can’t say I’m surprised about you finally being a mother, but the same time I’m glad! You always were naturally amazing round kids.

I’m happy that you have found what you were looking for. You know, I do think to myself now again that those two Rebels are still out there somewhere. Causing mayhem, listening to music waaaaaayyy too fucking loud as always. Of course that’s all I wanted for you… I never wanted things to be sour, to be awful. Of course I know that I’m to blame for some of it… but I guess in the end it all worked out in the end… I guess, and well… hope.

Hope you found this, I don’t know, something I guess. I won’t be doing anymore to this… part of me doesn’t feel like it’s right but at the same time it also helps. Who knows, maybe I’ll post this one day. Guess we’ll have to see… But I will leave you with one other thing. Throughout all this time, I’ve had scars from all of this, cracks that will never disappear if I’m completely honest. But for the first time in a long time. I finally feel happy. Like those scars have finally healed. For sure yeah they won’t disappear, but hey, I guess that’s life. I’m glad you’ve found happiness, and so have I.

See you around…

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Pretty sure I and the last anon are not fans of Ohara Sonnett and Horan because they consistently did not kneel when the rest of the team did during the BLM protests. I guess the excuse was that they have family and ties to the military but that doesnt feel like a good enough reason and sharing some anti racism info on their accounts while not kneeling during a game felt disingenuous. It was also weird that these people are pretty outspoken for things that affect them (women's equal pay, lgbt rights) but not for racism which only affects other poc players. I guess it's just based on your view on the situation but i became much less of a fan of them after that.

I've never been particularly big fans of any of them, honestly I've never thought that much about them at all. So what I say next isn't to excuse their actions or try to justify them because I don't really care about them nor do I think the national team would be worse off without them.

I don't believe we have the right to expect players to be activists. I do believe it is important to use any privilege you have to make an impact for more than yourself and I am thrilled when players are activists, but we as fans can't demand that of players.

And we can't pretend there would have been no repercussions for kneeling - Rapinoe was dropped from several rosters. Nor can we say exactly what happened or would've happened for players who kneeled behind the scenes. We know that most of them play or played for vindictive and abusive coaches who would've been too happy to punish them. Even with everything coming out now I don't doubt there is more horrible lurking in the shadows that we may never fully realize.

Even more, we can't pretend there haven't been consequences for those players who are activists. Death threats leveled online aren't new, but we cannot demand players engage in actions that would incur them (even more so than they already are considering how many men are threatened by the simple existence of women playing sports). We have to understand that the bubble of the social media and the feedback circles we exist in are only one small scope of the very high-profile actions these women take.

Yes the players who have taken action and done the right thing are to be celebrated, but I won't demonize those who haven't because it is never as simple as we want it to be.

#uswnt

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@balldwin said: i’ve been waiting all night for this.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate, she’d warned, tone light and teasing and eyes sparkling with wickedness, but their host had been a fool. Fool enough to take her warning as an invitation, at the very least, and Astoria won’t pretend she can’t guess why; even now, blood dripping down her chin and staining her delicate fingers, she looks as much an angel as she does a demon, her hair loose and wild behind her, her white nightgown rumpled. “I really think he has only himself to blame,” she says conversationally, and Baldwin raises an amused eyebrow at her. “I did tell him he should keep his distance.”

“You quoted Dante.”

“Rather appropriately, I think. I doubt he’s feeling particularly hopeful now.” Their host is, currently, standing between them, his head yanked back to bare his bitten throat and his eyes wide with terror, and Astoria looks at him with an expression of almost polite interest. “Perhaps I am mistaken, though. Well? Do you feel much hope, sir?” He opens his mouth to answer and no sound comes out, and Astoria smiles, almost indulgent, before looking back at Baldwin. “I suppose we’ll never know.”

“Are you going to kill him, or keep playing with your food?” A decade ago — even just a few years ago — it would have been an admonishment, but Baldwin almost looks like he’s enjoying himself. He settles comfortably in the open doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he watches her, and Astoria pushes their host forward, her hand still fisted in his hair.

“Would you recommend I leave him alive?”

He lets out a huff of dry laughter, and Astoria’s smile only widens. She’s showing her hand, she thinks, becoming too open in her affection for him, but she’s fairly certain Baldwin can read her better than anyone else could; there’s little point in lying, at least to him.

“You’re rarely so — “

“Inelegant?”

“You’re often inelegant,” he retorts. “I mean heavy-handed.”

She shrugs one shoulder. “He insulted me.” Though considering her methods, what she is, many do. “He insulted you. I saw no reason to waste time or artifice on someone who surely won’t be missed.”

Baldwin’s eyebrow creeps higher, and Astoria laughs.

“Perhaps you are too far removed from human expectations, cuore mio — we travel as husband and wife.” Easier to explain, less likely to draw attention, particularly if they’re both missing from an event at the same time. It grants them an immediate excuse for privacy, and she has no complaints. “He came to my room late at night, when he thought you were distracted and sure to be gone until morning. No respect for the dignity of his guests. No respect for the sanctity of a marriage. No respect for what he believes is yours by law and by right.” She draws her lips back a bit farther now, her smile just a touch feral. “I’ll dispose of the body. Shudder and weep in fear tomorrow. Half his family thinks they’d be better off with him gone; the other half thinks he’s useful only as a tool. I doubt they’ll mind much once they’ve put on a show of appropriate grief.”

Something indecipherable passes across Baldwin’s face — and he may be able to read her, but she is still learning him, the subtleties of his gestures and his behaviors, the face he presents to the world set against the face he presents to her, both of which are no doubt distinct from his true face no matter how well they get along now. “So you’ll kill him for the insult?”

“In defense of your honor, husband,” she teases, and she releases their host. “Go on, then, apologize to your guest for your assumptions. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. I expected better from a man of faith.”

The man between them looks wildly from one to the other, and he opens his mouth to speak again without success.

“Then I’d recommend you give him a taste, cuore mio.” The endearment is always said in equal parts genuine affection and absolute mischief, though Baldwin has yet to complain, so she has no reason to stop. “I am satisfied, for now, but I’ll finish if you won’t.”

For a long moment, Baldwin simply looks at her, before he grabs their host by his bloodied shirtfront and pulls him closer. After a beat, he reaches around their prey towards Astoria, and he sweeps his thumb below her lower lip; it comes away bloodied, and Astoria pretends she isn’t committing the sight of him like this to memory.

He licks the blood from his thumb and he lowers his mouth to the bite mark she left behind, fits his teeth where hers had been to speed the flow of blood before he drinks.

When their illustrious host is discovered missing the following morning Astoria frowns and trembles, her lip quivering and her eyes wide and filled with fear, but she drags the tip of her tongue along her teeth and she thinks of the sweet taste of spilled blood and she thinks of him, the arch of his raised eyebrow and the wicked curl of his lips when she made him laugh, and she feels only hunger.

#balldwin #i. here's the truth from my red lips. ( answers )#tw: blood #tw: murder #(there we go she's stupid and smitten and stupid again)

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back. But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible. Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk. A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head. “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.”

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head. There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon. “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.” The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.” You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one. “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.” He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?” You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.”

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?” Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.” The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?” That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong. You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.” Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.” ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain. Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom. At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left. It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home. So yeah, the brothers were very concerned. Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once. Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by. Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells. Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself. Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into. And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited. Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door. “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game. “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.” Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?” Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?” Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?” You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.” The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder. You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.” “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?” You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!” Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.” Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face. You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?” Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug. You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back. What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck. “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands. You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!” “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.” “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!” Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.” Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.” Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.” You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Ecstasy [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the Chamber of Time

Ayato: ...I’m done trustin’ others.

( Now it’s just me, on my own... )

I can understand it in my brothers’ case still. I fucked up pretty badly there too. But...

( Yui...I thought that she was special... )

ー Ayato recalls Yui’s words

Yui: Ayato-kun...

It’ll be okay. I’ll forever be your ally, okay?

ー The flashback ends

Ayato: ( She said those words loud and clear, didn’t she...? Was it all just a lie...? )

( I trusted her...I wanted to have faith in her, at the very least... )

...So why, Chichinashi...?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Shitty Old Fart...Everythin’ is your fault, you hear me...!?

You just had to give me these powers I never asked for...

And as a result, I lost fuckin’ everythin’...

( If this is what I have to endure...Then being a King might not be... )

...

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor

Reiji: ...Haah.

ー Ruki walks up to him

Reiji: Oh dear, Ruki. Would you care for a cup of tea as well?

Ruki: No, I’m good. More importantly, my Familiar told me that you came into contact with that woman?

Reiji: ...Fufu. You have sharp ears, per usual. Yes, I did meet her.

Ruki: ...And? What did she say?

Reiji: Well, I doubt this will come as any surprise to you, but she seemed to be trying to convince me to give Ayato another chance.

It goes without saying that I declined.

Ruki: ...I see.

Reiji: She told me that Ayato is lonely.

Ruki: Hmph...Lonely, huh? ...Even though he has Eve by his side?

Reiji: Fufu. I told her the exact same thing.

Ayato is spoiled. It would appear to me that he has no idea what true solitude feels like...

This is an excellent opportunity to teach him. He can go ahead and suffer in despair all by himself...

Ruki: ...I must say, those are some rather harsh words to speak about your very own younger brother.

Reiji: Think of it as you please.

Speaking of younger brothers, how are things on your end? It seems that they helped her out.

Ruki: Apparently my younger brothers are opposed to my way of handling this. Well, I did have a faint suspicion of such already.

Reiji: ...So the Mukami brothers will take Ayato’s side?

Ruki: No, that’s not quite the case. I don’t think they realize just how severe the current situation is at present.

Reiji: I see. However, they will surely realize one day. Sooner rather than later.

Ruki: ...Have there been new developments?

Reiji: Yes. I received word from one of my Familiars in the Demon World.

The Vibora Clan has finally decided they will invade Eden.

Ruki: ...Excuse me? The Vibora...?

???: ...About that. The Vibora Clan asked the Church to back them up.

ー Kino joins the conversation

Kino: To use this opportunity to invade Eden and make quick work of the entire Vampire Clan...The two of them share a similar interest in said regard.

Ruki: ...

Kino: ...Judging by your reaction, I guess you’re worried after all? About your younger brothers remaining at Eden...

But those guys aren’t your blood-related siblings, are they? So why are you so concerned about them?

Ruki: While it is true that we share no genetic connection. However, we are still a family who have lived together for many years.

You have your group of comrades known as the ‘Ravens’ as well, don’t you?

Especially...Yuuri was his name? Didn’t you mention something about being raised together?

Kino: ...Well, I guess so. I guess you could say that Yuuri and I are basically family.

Ruki: Then you should know that blood kinship is of inferior importance.

Reiji: On the flip side, there are also cases in which blood-related siblings do not get along at all. ...Take us, as an example.

Kino: ...Seems like it. Fufu...

ー The scene shifts to the hallway in Eden

Monologue

Ever since,

Ayato-kun has isolated himself in the Chamber of Time.

During this time,

we received a letter from Zweig-san, the King of the Vibora.

For some reason, I have a very bad feeling about it.

I wanted to check what is written inside right away,

but no matter how many times I reached out,

Ayato-kun showed absolutely no signs,

of answering me from behind the other side of the door.

The more I tried to explain,

the whole situation with Reiji-san,

the more it sounded as if I was simply making excuses.

Perhaps,

Ayato-kun will never be able,

to trust me again.

*Knock knock*

Yui: Ayato-kun, come out...! I’m begging you!

*Knock knock*

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( ...I guess it’s no use after all... )

ー Azusa approaches her

Azusa: ...Eve. Why don’t you get some rest...?

Yui: Azusa-kun...Thanks. But...

ー The other two Mukami’s join in as well

Kou: Oh come on, just leave him be already. I mean, if he still refuses to understand after everything you’ve said, it’s a lost cause, no?

Yui: ( ...I have no other choice. Do I really...? )

( But...I don’t want to just give up now... )

Kou: ...More importantly, shouldn’t you check the letter soon?

Yuma: Exactly. I mean, some pretty bad shit could be written in there, no?

Yui: Well...You’re right but...It feels wrong to read someone else’s letter...

Kou: Still, it’d be all for nothing once it’s too late. Besides, the guy in question is refusing to leave his room.

Yui: ( ...I guess Kou-kun has a point... )

...Ayato-kun, I’ll read the letter in your place, okay?

Ayato: ...

*Flip*

Yui: Let’s see... ーー !?

( This is... )

Azusa: Eve...What’s wrong...?

Yui: There’s something...really bad in here...

Monologue

What we feared all along,

had become reality.

Inside the letter, the Vibora Clan informed us,

that they would come and attack Eden.

In other words,

it was a declaration of war,

from the Vibora to the Vampires...

A full-on war over the sovereignty of the Demon World,

had begun at last.

I froze in place with the letter still in my hands.

At that very moment,

my gaze fell upon an unexpected statement.

ーー If for some reason,

the King willingly gives up Eve,

and hands her over to us,

we would be willing to cease our attack.

Yui: ...

( What...should I do...? )

Kou: M-neko-chan, is everything alright...? You look pale.

Yui: Yeah...I’m just a little...

Ayato: ...Oi.

Yui: ...Ayato-kun!?

( I can hear his voice from behind the door... )

Ayato: ...What was written inside the letter?

Yui: Well...

( What now? I should just tell him the truth, right? No point in trying to hide it. )

( But... )

...The Vibora Clan is on their way to attack Eden...

Yuma: Aah!? For real!?

Azusa: Then, here as well...

Yui: I’m sure this place will become a battlefield...

Kou: No way!

ー Ayato leaves the room

*Creaaak*

Yui: ( ...The door...! )

Ayato: ...Oh shut up. Don’t make a big deal over it.

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: I don’t care who it is, if they want to come attack me, then bring it on.

I’ll just make quick work of all of them.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...? )

( He seems oddly calm, or rather... )

( Compared to before, it’s almost... )

ー Ayato walks away

Yui: Ah, wait...!

( He left... )

( However, I’m glad he left the Chamber of Time at least. )

Kou: ...Is it just me or does he seem different?

Yui: ...You think so too, Kou-kun?

Kou: Yeah. It’s almost like he’s turned into a completely different person than before.

Yui: ( A different person... )

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Yui: ...

ー Yui recalls Ayato’s words

Ayato: I don’t care who it is, if they want to come attack me, then bring it on.

I’ll just make quick work of all of them.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( I guess he intends to fight all by himself... )

( Ayato-kun’s powers are immense. He might just be able to defeat the entire Vibora Clan on his own. )

( But...Even so, I can’t just sit still and watch a war break loose... )

( I’m sure that lots of lives will be sacrificed in this fight... )

( It doesn’t matter if those victims are allies or foes. I just don’t want to see that happen... )

( I don’t want Ayato-kun to do such a thing... )

ー Yui spots the Mukami’s in the distance

Yui: ( Huh? It’s Kou-kun and the others... )

Yuma: Once again! The fuck does that mean!? Then what about us...?

Kou: Shh! You talk way too loud, Yuma-kun?

Azusa: What did...Ruki say in his letter...?

Kou: Apparently the Church has decided that they will side with the Vibora...

Yui: ...!

Kou: So Ruki-kun wants us to abandon Eden at once and come join him in the human world.

Yuma: ...I didn’t see that one comin’...

Azusa: So that means...If we decide to stay here with the two of them...

We’ll have no other choice but to fight against Ruki...?

Yuma: That’s not happenin’!

Kou: But! You’re saying we should just abandon Ayato-kun and M-neko-chan then!?

And Eden as well...

Yuma: I mean...But...What do ya suggest we do then...?

Yui: ...

( The Church will assist the Vibora... )

( If that happens, Ruki-kun will not be our only enemy... )

( But Reiji-san and the other Sakamaki brothers as well... )

( I can’t let that happen, no matter what. For brothers to have to fight each other...That’s just too... )

( No matter who comes out victorious, I am sure that Ayato-kun will get hurt regardless...I have to do something... )

*Flip*

Yui: ( There is one way to prevent this fight, isn’t there...? )

( I didn’t mention this to the others but the final sentence of the letter... )

( If I do that, I might be able to stop the Vibora’s attack. But... )

( What should I do...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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babyboiboyega · 3 years

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I can explain (Shangqi x f!reader)

Shangqi x f!reader

Prompt: “When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you makes it right.” + never wanting to pull away kiss

Content: a little angst, but more fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Babyboiboyega’s Marvel Masterlist

A/N: this is my first ever time writing for Shangqi (or Shang-Chi), and I already have a lot of other ideas for this incredibly loveable character.

I hope you all enjoyed this!

A heavy sigh left Y/N’s mouth as she unceremoniously dropped onto her couch. The feeling of her limbs relaxing into the cushions almost prompted a moan of relief to follow the heavy sigh. It did, however, make her eyes flutter closed as she leaned her head back.

Y/N had been thinking of this moment the entire day. The moment when her week ended and her weekend began; a weekend of not having to deal with rude, angry-at-the-world customers who decide to yell at her because a privately owned publishing warehouse doesn’t print the book that they want. Or the customers who don’t check their emails for their tracking information and then get mad at her, for some absurd reason.

Another sigh leaves her mouth, and this time with the sigh goes her thoughts of work, entering the empty air for the weekend.

But being off on the weekend didn’t exactly mean being absolved of texts and calls from fellow coworkers, ranting about customers, or even management. So when her phone’s ringer went off, signaling a new incoming text, she simply kept her eyes closed. She certainly had enough time to read and reply...but maybe later.

The text had already migrated to the back of her mind in the span of a few seconds...and then her phone went off again. This time, two quick “dings” sounded through her apartment.

Her eyes opened before she slowly sat up, her phone coming into view. Before she could spare another though about her phone and it’s notifications, her hand quickly reached for the remote and pressed the power button.

She managed to flip through a few channels before her phone rang once more, and this time it was accompanied by a few knocks on her door.

Completely disregarding the fact that it was almost 11 at night and she hadn’t been expecting anyone, and being fueled by her now very obvious annoyance, it only took her a few strides to reach her door. In all honesty, she’d had no idea what she was going to say to whoever was on the other side of her door; but whatever had been ready to leave her lips died as soon as she opened the door.

“Shaun?”

She hadn’t been able to control the volume and surprise in her voice, and she saw his grimace in response. She couldn’t find it in herself to care if he didn’t like the volume in her voice; the very next emotions she felt surge through her body was...well, it was a cross between worry and anger.

“Y/N...hey.” He had a sheepish smile on his face; one that showed off his dimple. One that she had to restrain from returning. But then she remembered the last time she had seen that same smile and the last time she had even heard from him. Her eyebrows raised incredulously.

“‘Hey?’ ‘Hey’?? That’s all...that’s all you have to say to me after being gone for...a month? And some weeks?”

She could hear the hurt in her own voice, and it made her want to cringe at herself.

‘He could have been doing more important things than worrying about you’ is all that went through her mind.

Her arms crossed self-consciously in front of her.

“Please, let me explain. It’s… it’s actually crazier than you think.”

The hesitance on her part came from her nagging thoughts that flipped between “he was genuinely busy” and “he’s about to make up some absurd excuse for why he hasn’t spoken to you while also letting you down gently”.

“May I come in?” His eyebrows were raised as he gently asked for her permission. Y/N quickly nodded and stepped to the side before her thoughts could scare her too much.

His eyes stayed on her as he stepped past her, entering her apartment. She took a second to take a deep breath before closing the door behind him.

She briefly wondered how her face looked as she turned to face him. Did she look as hurt and worried as she felt? Could he see her feelings on her face?

“I’m sorry for disappearing for...as long as I did. And I’m sorry for not reaching out at all during that time. But I can explain why.”

His eyes followed her figure as she walked slowly around her kitchen counter. He made no effort to hide the pleading look in his eyes, and he only began talking when Y/N raised her eyebrows from across the counter.

“Okay. Just...bare with me.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed and more questions filled her mind as she watched him take a breath as if he were bracing himself.

Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when he had started talking, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a story filled with martial arts, trained assassins, ancient organizations, soul-sucking demons, and dragons.

Even after he had explained everything, his eyes watching and waiting for her reaction, she still couldn’t find the words to express herself.

Her body was frozen in its same position, and her eyes were wide and staring right at him. As the silence stretched between them, he couldn’t help grimacing slightly once again.

“Also, my name isn’t really Shaun. It’s Shangqi.”

That last piece of information seemed to finally shake Y/N out of her stupor, as she blinked quickly and let out a quick breath.

“I...I don’t know what to say.” In all honesty, all of this was kind of making her head spin, and it was evident in the way her breathing picked in just the slightest.

“W-What exactly do you say to someone who’s just saved the world? ‘Thank you’? ‘I owe you my life’- because, I guess, technically, I do owe you my life. Because of you, I still have my life- or my soul.”

At her rambling, Shangqi’s expression shifted from one of wariness to relief to a little worried. It had only just crossed his mind that he was worried that she wouldn’t believe him, and not worried about how she would receive the information.

She believed every word that had just come from his mouth, simply because she knew that he wouldn’t lie about something like this. She knew that he wouldn’t lie to her… at least she hoped he wouldn’t.

“You don’t have to say anything. I...I just needed you to know why I was gone. The thought of letting you go one more second thinking I just...left you was driving me crazy.”

A humorless laugh forced its way through Y/N’s lips.

“Yeah, thinking I had driven you away was driving me crazy too.”

Before she could even regret her words, her eyes were drawn to Shangqi, whose head was shaking quickly. In a few steps, he had walked around the counter, coming to a stop a few feet from her.

“That was never the case, I swear. You could never drive me away, not even if you tried.”

At the minuscule smile that appeared on her face, he risked taking another step forward.

From where he stood, he could smell faint traces of her favorite perfume that had slowly worn off during her day. Her favorite perfume had quickly become his favorite scent, simply because it reminded him of her.

From where she stood, she could easily see the faint signs of exhaustion on his face. No doubt from the strains of the last month and a half. It made her want to reach out to him.

“Every second, from the moment we left, all I could think about was coming back to you. Even while staring into the face of a-”

“A mega soul-sucking demon?”

The quiet laugh that left his mouth seemed to weigh on her body, but not with pressure. Instead, all she felt was warmth, and it coursed through her veins with the power of 11 suns.

“Yes,” there was laughter in his voice as he responded, “even while staring into the face of a mega soul-sucking demon.”

As he spoke, he had gradually moved forward until taking a deep breath would easily have their chests brushing against each other.

Y/N couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke, her eyes flickering between Shangqi’s.

“You...you really thought of me when you were saving the world?”

Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand raised and gently cupped her cheek. Soon after, she felt pressure from his forehead connecting with hers. Without hesitation, her own hands lifted, coming to grasp at his sides, desperate to pull him closer.

His breath fanned across her face as he spoke, and it made her hands tighten.

“When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you always makes it right.”

His words were quickly swallowed by Y/N’s lips pressing against his with fervor. The hand that was on her cheek gently titled her head back as he kissed her back with just as much passion, while his other hand wound around her waist. They both pulled at the other, as if they couldn’t get close enough.

The warmth that had been coursing through her veins quickly turned into leg-numbing electricity the longer their lips were connected. Her eyes were closed, and so were his, but they could both see the other’s face behind their lids, surrounded by the stars their presence created.

The only thing that could pull them apart was the need for air, and even then, as their foreheads connected and their lips stayed hovering over each other’s, they breathed the same air.

Shangqi’s words were shaky as he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin.

“You make everything right.”

**********

Once again, I hope you all enjoyed this! I would take requests for this character, but I still have a ton of requests for LOK....

But maybe sometime in the near future!

In the meantime, I would appreciate it if y’all would interact in any way with this! Comments, criticism, questions, etc would be amazing, as would reblogs, but even just liking this helps!

Stay safe, y’all!

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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I’d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.

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the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

Part 2 here

You’ve never seen the demon prince look so embarrassed.

“I can call for —”

“No, it’s okay. They deserve this.”

But you don’t, goes unspoken. You can see the pity in his eyes, feel the palpable disappointment in the air. Even Simeon and Luke make sure to hug you extra tight before stepping through the portal to the Celestial Realm, and Solomon promises to check up on you after you’ve returned home.

Thanking Lord Diavolo and Barbatos for their hospitality, you turn towards the final demon in the council room and put on the biggest grin your breaking heart can muster. “Hey, c’mere.”

Satan doesn’t hesitate to throw his arms around you. It’s almost like he’s trying to make up for his brothers’ absence, the way he crushes you to his chest and cradles the back of your head.

You can’t find it in yourself to blame them. As far as miracles go, this is a pretty big one. Lilith coming back to life is an unprecedented event, one not even Barbatos had seen coming. Nobody has any answers either. She’s definitely not a demon, not an angel, not human; just an immortal who knocked on the front door of the House of Lamentation three days ago.

Her brothers haven’t left her alone since. You’re happy for them, you really are, but a bitter part of you can’t help but wish her return had waited until after the exchange program ended. At least Lucifer had the courtesy to pull you aside and thank you on his family’s behalf (though you’re quite certain you had nothing to do with your ancestor’s sudden revival), in addition to making a pact with you as a token of his gratitude.

With that, you could have summoned all of them to send you off just as effectively as Lord Diavolo giving the order, but it won’t be the same and you know it. Your only saving grace is Satan, the one brother who’d kept his head and anchored you in the sea of loneliness you’d been set adrift in over the last few days.

“I’m gonna miss you, cat boy.”

“I miss you already,” Satan laughs softly, pulling back with a warm smile. “I’ll stay in touch, I promise.”

You squeeze his arms affectionately and glance past his shoulders at the closed doors. There’s the smallest shred of hope in you that thinks the others will come bursting through any moment now, scrambling for one final chance to see you. You give yourself five seconds, silently counting down to a pipe dream, before pressing a kiss to Satan’s cheek and releasing him.

“It might not seem like it now, but the Devildom will always be here for you,” Lord Diavolo says as the world around you fades to white. “Farewell.”

“Did you lose track of time at the library again? You missed dinner last night LOL.”

“Levi, be nice!”

Satan only hums quietly in response. He can’t be bothered to correct the assumption; it’s a convenient excuse for when his brothers actually notice he’s missing anyway.

The irony of Levi calling him out isn’t lost on him. While the otaku is still obsessed with his games and shows, he’s no longer as shut-in as he used to be, venturing outside the comforts of his sanctuary more often. Satan has passed by the common room on many occasions to find him and Lilith gaming or binging anime together, and the content expression on Levi’s face proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the void from his Henry’s departure has long been filled.

“Oh, but speaking of,” Lilith sets her cutlery down and smiles shyly at the fourth-born, “I haven’t had the chance to explore the libraries here yet. If it’s not too much trouble, can you show me around and recommend a few books?”

Shrugging non-committedly, Satan continues with his meal, not once looking her in the eye.

You’ve always wondered how someone with the Avatar of Lust for a brother can have such terrible fashion sense. It should be impossible to go wrong with dressing for a funeral, but you guess life (along with a certain eyesore of a tie) just loves to disappoint you. Still, you’re too glad to have Satan with you right now to care.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime.”

You lean into the demon’s side as he holds an umbrella over both of you. Your eyes are drawn to the flowers he’d placed on your mother’s grave, the only splash of color against the dull tombstone. For the longest time, all you can process is the pitter-patter of the afternoon rain on the plastic wrap of the bouquet, and the comforting weight of Satan’s arm across your shoulders.

“She was in a lot of pain,” you admit after a while, your voice slightly hoarse. “The doctors had to sedate her. She went in her sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” Satan fidgets awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. He’s no stranger to death, but the loss of someone dear is unfamiliar to him. “Perhaps Simeon can find out if —”

“No, no it’s fine. I just — I need to —”

The umbrella is forgotten as Satan catches you, lowering you gently to the ground when your knees give way. You cling to him desperately, and it’s all he can do to draw you close as you start to wail.

Satan barely makes it three steps into the house before getting pounced on.

“How was it? Where did you go? Ooh you lucky demon, I want to hear all the details!”

“Oi, oi! What are you babbling on about?”

“Don’t act coy with me! Lilith saw you at the florist’s yesterday with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers!”

“Yesterday? But —”

“How come you never told me someone caught your eye? I would have dolled you up, lent you some of my clothes —” Asmo gasps dramatically. “You didn’t wear that horrid jacket to your date, did you?”

Wrestling a hand free, Satan musses his younger brother’s hair. “None of your business,” he growls, walking away with a smirk when Asmo immediately releases him to fix his appearance. “Who do you take me for, anyway?”

“Aww come on, just give me a hint! Do I know them? Is it someone from RAD? Ooh, did you meet them at the library or —”

Ducking into the safety of his room, Satan shuts the door in Asmo’s face.

“Thank fuck. Who picked your outfit this time?”

“Barbatos. And shut up.”

You grab Satan’s arm with a laugh and lead him towards your table, politely introducing him as ‘Stan from work’ to any relatives who ask about the handsome young man accompanying you. Satan’s usual mask is in place, but there’s no mistaking the gleam of wonder in his eyes as he takes in his surroundings.

“Finally,” you sigh, sinking into your seat and grinning sheepishly at the blond. “Sorry about them. It’s just that they’ve never seen me with anyone, so they’re really curious about you.”

“Well, I’m glad you invited me along. I’ve never been to a wedding before.” The romantic in Satan is openly basking in the ambience of the reception. “You mentioned that your niece had gotten married?”

“Technically my first cousin once removed, but yeah.”

“And you’ve not been seeing anyone?”

“You would have been the first to know if I have,” you tease, nudging him playfully. “Apparently a lot of people are put off by the way I dress. Too modest, they say.”

But not without good reason. The pact marks on your body may be slightly faded from disuse, but they’re still discernable if stared at hard enough: Lucifer’s at the back of your neck; Mammon’s over your heart; Levi’s curled around your right calf; Satan’s circling your left arm; Asmo’s dangerously close to tramp stamp territory; Beel’s just under your navel; and Belphie’s on your ribs at the side you like to sleep on.

Passing them off as tattoos without attracting the wrong kind of attention is a little tricky, so you’d rather take a page from Solomon’s book and cover them up. Being called a prude is easier than dealing with cultists.

(It also helps you to keep your mind off of them, because some wounds continue to hurt even after they heal, so there’s that.)

Sensing the drop in your mood, Satan clears his throat to get your attention. It’s only then that you realize there’s music playing in the background, and couples moving from their tables to the floor.

Your companion stands up and offers you his hand, this time with a genuine smile on his face. “May I have this dance?”

Lucifer’s tone books no room for argument. “This will be a family event, so I expect your attendance. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little escapades over the past few months.”

“Tch.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Whatever. I’ll be there.”

Satan has to resist the urge to hurl his hardcover at the back of Lucifer’s head when he takes his leave. That’s no way to treat a book, after all.

Beel’s Fangol team has an upcoming match and it’ll be Lilith’s first time watching him play. She’s been hyped up for weeks, so it comes as no surprise that Lucifer would use the opportunity to turn it into a family outing. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

Gone is the stuffy first-born who can spend days in his office if left unchecked. Lucifer is still as strict as ever, still fulfills his duties to Lord Diavolo diligently, but it’s like he’s managed to master balancing work and play overnight. He makes more time for his siblings now, even if it’s to dole out punishments for their endless shenanigans, punishments that vary in severity depending on how cutely Lilith pleads on their behalf.

Lucifer has always doted on her, and she has him wrapped around her little finger. Belphie has even gone as far as corrupting her into pranking him, and she need only bat her eyelashes to get off scot-free.

Lilith was the catalyst for the Fall, her descendent the glue that brought her siblings back together, and her return the final piece in making their family whole again.

But you were family too, Satan thinks sourly, pulling out his D.D.D. to mark the date in his calendar.

When you invite Satan over to your apartment for tea, he never expected to be introduced to your new housemate: a handsome fellow with chestnut brown hair, sharp jade eyes, a runner’s body, and the softest-looking toe beans he has ever seen in his immortal life.

“Satan, meet Satan!” You hold out the tabby towards him with a shit-eating grin.

Both demon and cat blink owlishly at each other. The blond doesn’t know whether to feel endeared by the feline sharing his name or insulted that you would replace him so easily, but all it takes is a single bop on the nose with a curious paw for him to melt.

Satan the tabby, who normally prefers to scale your shelves and nap between your books, spends the entire day a purring puddle in Satan the demon’s arms, shamelessly relishing in pets and massages to the extent that at some point, you have a very real fear they might just end up absconding back to the Devildom together. Thankfully, some kibble and freshly baked treats help you separate the two for a while, at least long enough for you to get some decent conversation in.

You brew a pot of Earl Grey with the beautifully crafted tea set Barbatos gifted you when you had first moved in, and serve the scones you made earlier in the morning using the baking tools blessed by Luke during your housewarming. You don’t know if the little angel had actually imbued them with Celestial magic, but everything you cook somehow always lifts your spirits when consumed.

Satan has to catch himself in the middle of regaling you with Mammon’s latest half-baked scheme. The wistful look on your face is new; you’re usually eager to hear what his brothers have been up to, but something feels off today. He pours you more tea, slides another scone onto your plate, and waits.

“…Are they happy?” You ask after a while.

The demon knows better than to lie, even if it’s to spare you from the truth he suspects you’re already aware of. “Yes,” he admits grudgingly.

“I’m glad.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

Lilith stands outside his room, holding a tray of tea and cakes.

“Hey, um, may I come in?” Her smile is both hopeful and uncertain. It’s a gamble, ambushing the fourth-born when he obviously has no interest in her. At best, he’ll make up an excuse to turn her away or just ignore her completely; at worst, well… she doesn’t really want to think about that. To her visible relief, he opens the door wider and steps aside.

Satan clears a space for her to set the tray down. There’s the briefest moment of hesitation before he drags your favorite armchair over and offers her a seat as well. He looks guarded but not openly hostile, a promising sign so far.

“You’ve been in and out of the house lately, so I haven’t had the chance to catch you. I thought we might sit down and talk,” Lilith says, pouring two cups of the hot beverage as she chooses her next words carefully. “The others told me about how you were born, but I understand that you are your own person. I’d like to get to know that person.”

A part of Satan is acutely aware of their one-sided relationship; he is familiar with her through Lucifer, but she has never met him. It makes sense for her to be curious about him, though Satan isn’t so sure he wants to return the favor. She reminds him too much of you in the way she prepares her tea, how she sits on your chair, her shy lopsided smile —

But she’s not you, and you’re not her, Satan has to remind himself lest he commits the same mistake his brothers nearly did after your lineage had been revealed. Now in a convoluted turn of events, it’s you who’s gone and Lilith here, and there’s no reason why he can’t give her a chance and treat her like the sister she could be to him.

It’s what you would have wanted.

Lilith tries not to let her shoulders slump too much when Satan quietly stands up and heads towards his door. She’s prepared to pack up and leave until she spots him grabbing several books from a nearby shelf.

“Have you ever read Mid-Fall Murders?” He asks, handing her a hardcover with a shy smile of his own.

“What’s it like?”

Satan’s grip on your hand tightens. “I don’t actually know,” he confesses, shuffling closer so that your shoulder and arm are pressed against his. It’s a strange sight, the two of you lying side by side on your bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

“Will it hurt?”

“No.”

You’ve never heard a single word hold so much promise, but you have no reason to doubt the demon’s sincerity. Satan wouldn’t take pity on you just because you’re —

A light knock on the door, and in pokes Simeon’s head. “Ah, little lamb! I’m glad we made it in time.”

“Not so little anymore, Simeon.” You laugh softly, greeting Luke and Solomon as they trail in behind him. Satan brushes his lips over your forehead before getting up to receive your guests.

The day is as ordinary as it can be. You talk and catch up with your friends, trading stories and laughter over cups of tea that neither grow cold nor go empty. When the session turns into a mini book club gathering halfway through, Luke helpfully retrieves the debated titles from the massive shelf in the living room. He takes a while to find them; you’ve accumulated plenty of works over the years: recommendations by Satan, literature published under Simeon’s pseudonym, and handwritten tomes from Solomon to keep you in touch with your magic. The shelf is practically jam-packed with books, the only exception being a corner on the topmost tier, housing a little space that’s empty save for a worn green collar with a rusted bell.

Come sundown the five of you are still neck-deep in discussion, but as with all good things, the get together eventually reaches an end.

“Thanks everyone, it’s been fun,” you say, reclining back in your bed as Satan wordlessly cleans up. You squeeze his hand when he returns to your side and bid the others goodbye. “Hopefully I’ll see you guys soon?”

“About that…” Solomon clears his throat, wearing the smug look that usually accompanies a trick being pulled out of his sleeve, but this time it’s tinged more with excitement than mischief. “Simeon has a little present for you first.”

The guileless smile on the angel’s face betrays nothing as he steps forward and reaches into a small pouch at his hip. “Solomon, Diavolo and I have a theory. Now, keep in mind that this is all very experimental, but if it works, you’ll have more options to choose from, should you so wish.”

And then he brings out a ring.

“Are you, uh, are you okay?”

“Not in the mood, Mammon.”

“Oi, I’m trying to be nice here! Who do you think covered for your sorry ass when you came back past curfew the other day, huh?”

“What the hell do you want?”

“You may think you’re all stealthy and shit, but your eyes were pretty red that night. I thought you were at a book club meeting. Did something happen?”

“None of your business.”

“Argh, fine then! This is the last time I try to be a good big brother.”

“…Mammon?”

“?”

“...”

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh, what are you — you can’t just say that and then run off! Get back here!”

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…”

Lilith’s countdown echoes along the deserted hallway, prompting Beel to nudge the deadweight on his back. “Belphie, go get your own hiding place.”

“Mmngh… zzz…”

“Come on, or she’ll win this round with a two for one. Again.”

“…Just dump me somewhere she won’t find me then.”

A tall order, especially since Lilith can easily track them down by listening out for Beel’s stomach and/or Belphie’s snores. Still, the sixth-born lumbers through the house as quietly as he can, doing a one-eighty whenever he hears Lilith’s cheerful hums coming from the opposite direction. Technically they can avoid being caught if they keep moving, but that would be cheating. They hid in the attic previously so that’s a no go, their room’s too obvious, the kitchen too tempting, the common room too exposed…

Maybe Levi’s room? The otaku had sound-proofed his walls to avoid distractions from the outside world when he’s gaming, so it’s an ideal location to hide. He can stash Belphie in the bathtub and run interference until time’s up.

Backtracking, Beel breaks into a light jog towards the other wing, keeping his ears open for their seeker. It’s only because of his heightened senses that he’s able to pick up the faintest traces of magic on one of the walls, causing him to pause in his steps.

“Hmm? Why’d you stop?” Slightly more awake now, Belphie rubs his eyes and slides off his twin, who’s studying the blank space intently. “What’s wrong, Beel?”

“There’s something here, something…”

“It’s just a wall —”

“No, don’t you feel it? I know you weren’t around then, but it’s the same glamor as that time Luke went missing and we —”

Beel goes white. He whispers a name, a name not spoken in the house for years, and a door flickers into view. One hand grabs Belphie’s in a death grip as the other twists the knob and pushes the door open, revealing an old yet familiar room.

The place is devoid of life. Most of the furniture are covered by sheets, resting under thick layers of dust. In the middle sits a tree, sagging with age and soft with rot. Sunken footprints mark the demons’ furtive venture into decrepit memory, and the creaking of floorboards with every step only tethers the growing nightmare closer to reality.

A photo frame crashes to the ground.

They deserve this.

Satan feels it the moment the spell concealing your room was broken. It had been his way of protecting your memory, ensuring that your sanctuary would only be accessible to those who made the effort to remember you. He cast it about a year after you had left the Devildom, after he realized that leaving your door in plain sight wasn’t doing you any favors.

Hidden away in an alcove at the back of the garden, curled up with a blanket and a thermos of hot tea, Satan slides a bookmark between the pages of his latest novel and leans his head back, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh.

Even this far away from the house, he can hear the cacophony of screams and shouts, objects being flung and shattered into pieces, a muted bang suggesting that a wall has just collapsed. The fallout comes as no surprise; waking up after living the past hundred years or so in a daze will do that to a person – or in this case, demons.

Although the sounds of fighting call to the rage bubbling within him, the vindictive thoughts of his brothers getting their just desserts cool it to a simmer. He knows he’ll have to face them eventually, but he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“Meow?”

Emerald eyes blink open. There’s a faint rustle from the nearby bushes as a tiny Calico wanders out of the foliage, peering around the garden curiously. Upon spotting the blond demon, it perks up and makes a beeline for him.

“Hm? You’re not Callie. Are you new here, little one?” His mood considerably improved, Satan extends a hand towards the kitten. It skips the finger sniffing step and goes straight to headbutting his palm, begging for attention.

“You’re an affectionate one, aren’t you?” Satan caves immediately and scritches away with a delighted chuckle. He examines the markings on its tri-colored fur, wanting to recognize the friendly feline if it comes back in the future. The Calico is mostly white with patches of brown and black splashed over the back of its neck, near the base of its tail, just under the side of its ribs, and several other spots that seem to collectively resemble a familiar pattern…

Satan’s hand stills. He whispers your name, trembling with hope, and the kitten practically leaps into his arms, nuzzling his chin with a happy purr.

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