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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 10 months

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Episode 14: "It's just us two, plus this extra vote."—Zee

In this round: Alex destroys the competition in Puzzle Paradise; Jack narrowly beats out Colin on Purgatory and comes back after tribal council; Zee plays another idol but ultimately doesn't need it (on brand); Champ dabs throughout tribal council; the newly formed 28 and Up alliance splits their votes in case Zee has an idol; and they would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their Banked Vote

Alex

Okay, well the back-up plan still worked! Props to Jack for going down swinging and for making it until that last tribal before ever receiving a vote. And props to Champ for reading the way the votes were headed. So Trin is talking jury management and I'll be honest: Kaleigh and Michael are both playing bigger games than me, when I think on it. Michael has had 2 big moves so far and the girls are at least still talking to Kaleigh, but they've fully stopped talking to me. Steven sent his advantage to Kaleigh, Astyn would probably vote Michael as an original Calypso unless they were still upset that he's the one who went home over them, and I'm not gonna get Kolby's vote cause he think I flipped on Soca (props to Zee for that gotta admit). I burned Eman at least once at this point, with stealing their half of the extra vote, though to be fair, that was only a last resort after Zee stole Michael's. Jack I could maybe get but he reached out to me specifically about the Eman move which we ended up not doing so he could easily be feeling burned by that, but realistically he's probably just more impressed with Michael's/Kaleigh's game over mine. Tony would vote Michael. Steven and Colin are the only ones that really feel up in the air but they're also probably impressed by Michael's moves. I am. Even if the girls don't want to vote Kaleigh they'd probably vote Michael over me. There's still a lot of game to go, though, and I don't want to get ahead of myself. But I don't see how I win unless I'm in the finale with other people and tbh that's not a Final 3 I want to be in!! This is all for fun (and stress) and Michael and Kaleigh are the ones I had the most fun with so obviously if I can't win, I want one of them to! I Sorry I'm bad at wordle and choose your own adventures so I never found an idol, I guess? I can make the case that my game was always more social and that I was always willing to be flexible until someone made it clear they were no longer interested in working with me, but at a certain point, all y'all made it clear you didn't want to! If I keep offering I either look a fool or desperate. Again, this is getting aaaahead of myself and damn I would love to get immunity at least once for both security and a little bragging rights, but we'll see what happens. Even if I am kind of the goat out of the three of us, I can't NOT hope that our 3-person minority could make it to the end together after all this.

LET'S! FUCKING! GOOO! I'll have more to say later, once more strategy gets talked, but FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD. I DOMINATED THAT.

Kaleigh

sigh this game is rly something huh??? colin and jack are in purgatory, we are at final six, and colin is presumably coming back today. zee lost her vote last round so i’m guessing colin did that LOL wonderful. who will go home tonight? i do not know. i need to go to the grocery store for pesto and tinned fish. so. we have champ and zee, obviously a tight pair, and then me, alex, michael, and tony. champ and zee are SCRRAAAAAMBLING! i do feel zee has an idol, but that might j be bananas. but i do feel it. she is RELENTLESS. now saying she’s down to flip on champ. my god. maybe we will try to make it seem like it’s gonna be champ in the hopes that zee will feel safe enough to not play her idol (if she has one) and then j vote for zee. i still have my steal a vote and my idol. idk what’s gonna happen tonight. alex won the puzzle challenge and did insanely well, good for u alex!!! like damn!!! everyone has been kinda offline for the past couple days, it feels like we are j all burnt out - we have been playing for 33 days and i’m just zzzzzz tired. we’ll see what’s in store tonight. also i started reading a good book it’s called the indifferent stars above :)

Zee

So we lost Jack last tribal after Tony flipped, another hot girl, gone with the wind. This is very much not ideal, however I did expect it. Tony and Michael are Ride or Dies, I’ve been saying this since we hit the merge. Michael and Tony refuse to vote each other, so when Tony suggested Michael last tribal I had a bad feeling, especially with Eman gone, Tony had no reason to align with us anymore. But I banked my vote in the hopes that things would go well, and as a bit of security in case they didn’t. Currently there’s six of us left, Champ and I have been playing from the bottom/in the hot seat ever since the Raffy vote out, and since then our numbers have been quickly dwindling from flips and vote outs. It’s just us two, plus this extra vote. Problem is, I don’t want to use my idol, because if I use my idol and Champ goes home, then I’m idolless, and I was planning to use this to idol myself into final four. Our only hope right now is to pull one or two people from the other side onto our side.

Last night I said to Kaleigh like, what is going to happen once they finally vote the rest of us out? They’ll have to turn on each other. I should probably say more about that today too tbh. Like, she’s the only girl, and if Jack comes back that means they’ll have to turn inward at final four, and if not, they’ll have to turn inward at final five if Colin is the one to come back. Tony and Michael would bring each other without a doubt, so it would be her or Alex battling it out in final four, or Alex would vote with the majority in final five, adding Kaleigh to the Jury. All she replied last night was “oh I’ll have to think about it. I want to see the challenge results.” which roughly translates to “Oh I won’t be voting with you, I just want to see if either of you win the challenge so we know who to pick.” Kaleigh also said last night that she “wasn’t willing to go to rocks” if it was a 3-3 vote, so I suggested she bring in Alex and we vote Tony or Michael, genuinely I don’t even care if it’s Tony at this point. I doubt she will but we’ll see.

Tony

The final countdown! I’ve obviously flipped over to the 28+ club and it’s been nice so far. I’m trying to go final 4 with Alex, Kaleigh, and Michael but tbh, would love to make it to final two with Michael but only time shall tell! I’m nervous if Jack returns as he knows I voted for him. I’m also nervous about Colin because I’m not sure if he’ll want to work with me.

Zee

Me and Champ really need to bust our asses off and pull some A-level gameplay in order to survive this tribal in the slim hopes that Jack comes back. I’m suggesting that we tell Tony that Alex and Kaleigh suggested either him or Michael for the tribal, and that they’re planning to blindside them, maybe even fabricate some messages that Kaleigh could have written. Tell them that since it’s only us two we genuinely don’t care anymore and just wanted to let them know. Then suggest that they Vote Kaleigh with us. I mean, I’ve been playing/trying to play a pretty honest game so far, but at this point it doesn’t really seem worth it if it means I get voted out. I really don’t want to waste my idol. Not after last time. Also there’s at least one other idol out there that somebody else found, and it could be Alex or Kaleigh since Alex said that stupid chicken phrase. If we can scatter their votes, then we can have the power in numbers with our three votes. And we could finally get Michael out, OR, vote Kaleigh, but I don’t really want to take that risk.

Michael

Last ditch efforts to flip me by zee and Champ are kind of wild, but it's survivor. Feel like I'm going home tonight, every night I don't go home from last tribal on is a win to me. They should really cut me. If they were smart they would cut me rn.

Champ

Everyone left in the game is so ugly tbh except queen Zee- she’s so iconic duh! Musty Michael thinks he’s running the game LOL! Anyways tonight I’m dressed for my funeral tonight🫶🏻

Tribal Council

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Champ: Tony (NOT TRAITOR TONY EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW)

Zee: Tony (Bonk)

Zee (Banked Vote): Tony (Bonk Bonk)

Alex: Champ (I’m just part of a split that’ll hopefully result in you still being here. If not, nothing personal I promise <3.)

Kaleigh: Zee (i somehow doubt ur going home but ily :’))

Michael: Champ (Hey no hard feeling we just ended up on different sides, I could see myself playing with you in the future! Who knows it could be me tonight.)

Tony: Zee (your challenge endurance is unmatched and I’ve had a great time playing with you.)

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***

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threepointseven · 3 years

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Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

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fandomfan2000 · 3 years

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Song analysis #3 God of Loss

here's a link to the Song

this is fanart of @brightgoat‘s ask blog @askcupsandcasinos, a few of the photos I drew were HEAVILY inspired by some of the stuff Bright's drawn so please check out the original blog.

I think this Lyric\song title relates to Mugman because of his whole ‘spade’ aesthetic, as we know, according to Brightgoat and king Dice, spades are often associated with death and loss. The whole ‘God” part of this title is more or less ironic, after Mugmans little break down when he and cups visited Quadratus, we now know that he’s still suffering from PTSD and is looking to achieve something more then a mere mortal should, which as Quadratus stated will only end in his demise. Making the title of “god of loss” a perfect fit for the mug.

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“My father was a carpenter My mother, she died young”

These lyrics essentially just talk about Elder Kettle. He was Mugman and Cupheads Parental figure. He may not have been a “carpenter” but I see that line as more saying that he was humble and a hard worker, instilling these qualities into Mugman & Cuphead (well more or less). “My Mother she died young” is rather self explanatory, even though Elder Kettle didn't die young, he did pass away when the boys were relatively young, which was equally crushing to Cups and Mugs as a guardian dyeing young, if not more because they had no one left.

“I’m the eldest of my brothers You’re the trouble in my blood Trouble in my blood”

this line also feels self explanatory but I’ll explain it any way.

Its basically just stating facts, Mugman is “technically older” then cuphead “by like, a minute or something”. Aaaand Cuphead is usually seen as the trouble maker f the 2 whos always getting them roped into trouble. Which I think Mugman, just judging by the way he treats Cuphead does believe that cuphead is trouble.

This also refers to how Mugs’ ancestors and his relation to him has and will cause nothing but trouble.

“I swore that I’d stay humble Like my father was before He built the home I live in Of sand and mud and smoke Sand and mud and smoke “

This line correlate’s to Elder Kettle having been a very simple and kind man and how the boys see him in a good light. It also serve as an ironic statement as we all know Mugmans main sin is pride.

I see this line as more about Elder Kettle and Mugs’ ancestors and their effect on them, how they helped shape and build Mugs into the person he is. It also seems like a reference to the Bible and how Adam, the first human, was created. In the Bible God made him by taking, I think it was dust I'm not sure though, from the ground and created man, which I think is close enough to “Sand & Mud & smoke” to have a correlation as all those things come from the earth. I figured a reference to the Bible was fitting considering the whole ‘heaven and Hell’ theme.

“Yes, we will leave here without a trace Take a new name and an old shape”

This line correlates to Mugmans fear of death...or more a fear of being forgotten and not accomplishing anything notable his life before passing. It also correlates to Elder Kettles death and how he just disappeared, everything and everyone related to him went missing after his death.

the picture I drew is a redraw of Elder Kettles grave from this post.

This line refers to the parallels between Cuphead & Mugman vs The legendary chalice and her mystery friend whos been hinted at a few times. How their personalities kind of line up, Cuphead & Chalice being the more outgoing risk takers and Mugman & mystery cup being the prideful scientist’s. Meaning Cups & Mugs are the “new names” but really thanks to their ancestors giving them their signature soul powers, are living in “old shapes’ so to speak. Did any of that make any sense??? anyway moving on

“I’ll be no outlaw, no renegade Just your faithful god of loss”

(Eheheh this is my favorite verse it fits so well >:D)

So this just refers to 3 of the main 4′s roles (Devil, King Dice, Mugman) and kinda, maybe, sorta Mug mans internal thoughts. King Dice is a well known and respected outlaw\criminal as we know, having been having been “outlawed across half the globe” if I'm remembering correctly. The Devils whole thing is that he’s a renegade, fighting against his fathers oppressive rule to create change... even if what he’s doing is ultimately pointless. Lastly Mugman. The line relating to him I've already touched on but again its and of more ironic if anything. Mug man is simply the “god of loss”.

“So meet me by the river On a boat-shaped piece of earth We press our bones together And the spider does its work With flakes of garlic And petals from a rose If it’s small enough to carry You and I can call it home You and I can call it home”

okokok theres a lot to cover here ahhhh...

“So meet me by the river” could hint at the river of souls running through purgatory, not particularly relevant but considering that's were the Chalice is, its an important setting in the story so that makes this line relevant.

“We press our bones together” could reference just the characters and how their dynamics help progress the story, haha that comparison is kind of a stretch though. “And the spider does its work” I think refers to the devil (you know how his head can shape shift into a spider and all-) and his family and how their busy in the background, doing things mugs doesn't really understand or know of yet, which have the possibility of negatively impacting the brothers.

“If it’s small enough to carry You and I can call it home”

this refers to how the mystical inkwell and indirectly the memories the brother carry of Elder Kettle, allow them to find ‘home’ anywhere as long as their with each other and have their basic necessities met. The inkwell is small & their memories require no space to take with them, along with the fact that if they could utilize the inkwell they could create a home, and whole worlds for themselves.

annnywayy that concludes song analysis #3 hope you enjoyed’

stay tuned for more~

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frogecstacy · 3 years

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Hi! I really love your writing! My favorite is the one where the brothers don’t notice MC’s lipstick. Could I request you continue it with the newdateables (minus Luke) or just do Barb if that’s too much

OOf course lovely!!!

I’m so happy you liked it!

I’d be happy to do the new dateables (except Luke of course because I consider him my son)

For anyone who sees this first here are the brothers

https://frogecstacy.tumblr.com/post/645300851675709440/maam-may-i-please-request-mc-getting-a-new

Part 2 of the new dateables not noticing they are wearing MC’s new lipstick (except Luke)

Reader is gender neutral

Hope you like it

Diavolo

Your relationship with Diavolo had to be very appropriate and mature when addressing the public and attending meetings

Never really getting to fool around (if you know what I mean)

However while still dating a royal Diavolo always made sure he had time for you and that your relationship was fun

He had read somewhere in a human world magazine that keeping you partner happy and living life to the fullest was how a relationship lasted

He vowed to live by that. I kid you not if not for Barbatos this man would have pledged his life to make sure your every need was acquired

Diavolo had been very busy recently and you thought maybe this new lipstick you had bought would spark his attention

OH BOY WAS THIS MAN SMITTEN

He wanted you to paint a picture on his face

Your lips and the brush and the lipstick as the paint

Sadly you two were in a meeting regarding a new lunch menu, but the only thing this man had on his mine was eating your lips

His brain going BRRRRRR

You quickly picked up that his attention for this conversation was dropping quickly and was trying to end the conversation

As soon as the chef that runs the cafeteria left, Diavolo gave you no chance to say goodbye

His lips were on your quickly grabbing your cheeks so you could face him

“Now darling I must say this new lipstick of yours is quite tempting” Diavolo was smirking giving you a teasing tone

“Is it a crime to want my boyfriend’s attention” you loved giving him those innocent puppy dog eyes

“Why yes it is my dear, I’m afraid your punishment will be giving me more kisses”

How you loved Diavolo’s “punishments”

This led to a quick make out session but it was cut short as Barbatos called reminding Diavolo he had a meeting with elderly demons regarding some RAD students getting out of hand

“We’ll continue this later my love, I hope you’ll be reapplying the lipstick. It tastes amazing.”

As you looked over at Diavolo you saw the lipstick marks on his face and was going to tell him but he was already gone

You were a bit worried but thought that Barbatos would remind before he entered the meeting

You were wrong Diavolo had quickly ran into the meeting and was met with wide eyes

“I’m sorry I am late I had... ugh, some important matter to attend to” he had thought maybe they were mad that he was late but Barbatos had quickly pulled him aside for a private chat

“My Lord I believe you have MC’s lipstick all over your face” Barbatos was smirking

He could have stopped this but I mean who doesn’t love a bit of excitement

Diavolo looked at himself through his camera phone and turned bright red

He just walked in to a meeting with a bunch of elders lipstick smudged all over his face

I mean the man jinxed himself, he wanted you to paint a picture

He quickly than realised something, why be embarrassed, these geezers should know he’s in an active relationship and he doesn’t care for their opinion

He wiped off most of the marks but left one on his neck for them to know he enjoyed himself, reminding them they took him from his enjoying moment

He walked right back into that board room with his signature smile and laugh and continued with pure confidence

You later found out and was so embarrassed but that thought was quickly swept away and Diavolo said he wanted to wear your love all the time

Damn sorry I got carried away with Diavolo’s

Barbatos

They should seriously make a UR+ card of this man ASAP

Okay Barbatos is 24/7 butler so you don’t always get time with him

BUT... you had a plan to get his attention today

You had bought a new lipstick that you knew would be to Barbatos’s liking

You had went to the castle for tea but you just wanted to get Barbatos (Sorry Diavolo we kinda used you as pawn today)

You had come to the castle in a new outfit that made you look stunning

You already are stunning lovely this outfit just made you God’s competition. Simeon have to step up his game

Okay so you enter the castle giving a small kiss to your boyfriend and saying Hi to Diavolo

Barbatos quickly saw your new lipstick and outfit and man had to hide the small blush on his cheeks

I mean he could’ve known you were going to do this but he still would be blushing

Your chit chat with the two was small as you could Barbatos was watching the way your lips moved or the way you sipped on your cup of tea

He was not subtle in any way today

Wanting to feel your lips on his he reminded Diavolo of some work he had to complete

Barbatos insisted in guiding you to the door and for Diavolo to return to his studies

As Barbatos was leading you out he put his hand on your lower back and said “I see what you’re trying to do my dear. You want me to give you some attention”

Now at the door and facing him you said shyly “Is it working?”

“Mhm” as Barbatos hummed his answer he leaned into you and kissed your lips

But one kiss wouldn’t suffice, he need more

Now pining you against the wall he was holding you

Your kisses started to get more desperate and Barbatos was addicted to to your lips

You were kissing all over his face

His neck, his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, he was lost in the feeling

Being so lost in your loving lips he didn’t hear Diavolo walking down the hallway to ask a question

You both froze when Diavolo stopped talking and was staring at you two

Barbatos quickly pushed you outside and closed door

Was calm and neutral Barbatos embarrassed

He didn’t hear the end of it from Diavolo

However the prince was now reminded he assistant was in a loving relationship and need to give him more time off

Barbatos was trying to explain himself but Diavolo cut him off laughing and saying “Barbatos you should wash your face first before you explain yourself”

He left to wash his face confused but knew why when he saw himself in the mirror

He was tempted to walk out and enter a new timeline

But how could he leave you, he loved you more than any teasing Diavolo could give

Simeon

I could not find a good gif for him so I’ll have to get one of my own for future posts

Okay I know everyone thinks this man is Holy as hell but I think NOT!!!

I mean look at him, look at his angel outfit you can not tell this man isn’t a tease

If he asked I would give him all the kisses he wanted

Okay so you and Simeon were going to go on a nice date in the DevilDom and you decided to wear a new lipstick

I think sometimes this man just throws out all levels of holiness when it comes to your hotness

I mean who would be able to resist your beauty. No one bam!

You and Simeon were going to Ristorante Six for a well deserved date

You two had agreed to meet there, but Simeon had the wind knocked out of him when he saw you

He seriously had to have conversation with Micheal asking why you weren’t an angel

I mean your his angel though soooo

Okay so not only is your outfit jaw dropping he can’t get his eyes of your lips

While you two are eating dinner you remind him that his eyes should be up here, looking at your eyes

While dinner was nice all Simeon wanted to do was kiss you lushes lips

He watched you reapply the lipstick before leaving

He burned the brand name into his head and made sure he would but it again

When finally reaching the house of Lamentation he couldn’t leave without a kiss

So when he received a kiss from you he couldn't get enough

Your small kisses quickly became long and needy

Simeon had you pushed up against the door and was kissing you like there was no tomorrow

You both making sure no spot on your faces were unkissed, the moment had to come to an end as you could someone approaching the door

One last kiss and whisper of a goodbye before Simeon left to go back to Purgatory Hall

When he got home Luke screamed

Poor baby probably doesn’t even know how to make out with anyone

Soloman was smirking and suggested that Simeon go look in the mirror

When he saw himself and he blushed

He had to admit though he looked good wearing your lipstick

Solomon

Okay so this man loves getting handsy and intimate at random moments

Like you could be walking together at RAD and then he’ll just start kissing you and go into an empty classroom

He loves keeping the name of the sneaky and mysterious sorcerer

But behind his little act he just loves kissing you

So when he sees you wearing a new lipstick at RAD he pulls another one of his stunts

However maybe it kinda backfired on him

So you two are talking about a new spell you were working on

I mean the two most powerful sorcerer’s dating makes the most powerful power couple

While you’re talking about one ingredient you can’t seem to prepare right you find yourself suddenly pinned against a classroom door

His hands are at your hips and his lips are mere inches away

He’s looking at your lips and asks “Is this a new lipstick”

“Ugh, yeah it is. Do you like it?”

Solomon wasn’t usually this bold or so revealing in the halls

He responds with the gears in this already wanting to kiss you “I love it”

He already has his lips on you and he’s hoisted your legs around his waist

Opening the classroom door and closing it behind him, he places you on the desk turning your light kisses into a hard make out session

Your lips trailing everywhere from his lips to his neck to his forehead

After almost trying to see who could go without air for the longest you two heard the bell rings and quickly separated going to your different classes

Solomon had ran into Asmo and he got a handful of questions from him

Solomon was confused but than it him, he must be wearing MC’s lipstick all over his face

“Ahh, you and MC getting real bold at school Solomon” Asmo loved the tea on your relationship

Solomon’s pride didn’t falter and just said “We did an experiment and that was it”

He walked away smirking

What a sneaky bastard

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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“Wheely Cool” - Part 2

“Wheely Cool” - Part 1 (brothers)

Author’s Note:

What a way to start off with the Undateables, huh?! I’m SO proud that it’s over Heelys... but also terrified because I‘m dreadful at writing things for them (well, the brothers too, come to think of it) 😣 it’s just.. my own headcanons for them clash with how I’d like for you guys to see them and both of those things clash wITH HOW/WHO THEY ACTUALLY ARE AND- sorry, I’m rambling and complaining 😅

But I hope you all can enjoy what I have for the Undateables so far and look forward to how I improve with them over the future! ❤️

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THIS LOVE AND SUPPORT!! I’ll be sure to do something in return for such kindness ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

👹Diavolo:

Heelys, you say? How very interesting. Please, do elaborate!

If there was a unique invention from the human world and you were interested in it, he was interested. Especially when they seemed so fascinating! Shoes with wheels that pop in and out? Incredible! He had to know more!

When you were telling him about the shoes, the history behind them, their integration into ‘pop culture,’ the memes about them, etc., he was hanging on to your every word.

Yes, he knew about roller skates and rollerblades, but not Heelys. Heelys were a different ballpark. But by the three realms he was going to try them for himself!

Immediately, he had Barbatos order him Akuzon truck loads of Heelys. For himself, for you, for the demon brothers, purgatory hall, the entire school, even Barbatos. He wanted EVERYONE to give them a try.

To be certain that all would participate, he issued a mandatory, all day class on Heelys, describing it as a well needed crash course on Human History.

Sometimes it’s fun being a prince.

First time with them on, he wibbled and wobbled for a few moments before finally getting a good grasp on the technique... and now, he was about to make it everyone’s problem.

Barbatos could feel a migraine approaching..

Diavolo never walked anywhere for a very, VERY long time. It was always him rolling through the doorway with a big smile on his face or scooting up to a group of his fellow, ‘higher up’ associates as their eyes grew wide at him. If he saw you wheeling through the hallways, he’d go toes up, roll your way, and high five you with a follow up of finger guns. He felt on top of the world.

Poor Barbatos had to do the same and use Heelys as his new work shoes.

Sorry Barbatos...

Diavolo thanked you for showing him this whole new world with even more truck load of deliveries of Heelys/Heelys accessories.

⏳Barbatos:

Sincerest apologies, but what might these Heelys be?

Showing him the pair that you had, you explained what they were in full detail and hoped that such a thing didn’t come off as ridiculous to an ancient demon butler who’s probably seen some pretty strange, human inventions over the years... maybe this wouldn’t sound so strange after all?

Unfortunately, it did, but it was for the same reasons as some of the other demons. He saw no use for such a thing when his own pair of feet worked just fine and he had incredibly powerful abilities involving time... needless to say, he’s a punctual man.

except for that ONE time

Heelys serve him no purpose.

He respectfully declines using them himself but is delighted that you have such a unique hobby. Plus, he thinks you look rather charming and happy, wheeling about wherever you pleased.

It made him happy too.

However, Diavolo inevitably caught wind of your cool, new pair of shoes and wanted to be involved.

Which led to Diavolo getting himself a pair.

and that led to him forcing Barbatos to do the same.

At first, they were highly inconvenient as they certainly didn’t allow him to go about his duties as gracefully as he did before, since there were now these chunky shoes with unsteady wheels attached to his feet.

As he was getting used to the new attire, he would often falter and spill things, break objects, or cause other types of destruction while also learning how to go about his daily routines with his shoes and feet constantly betraying him. It was a bit of a nuisance but nothing he couldn’t handle.

He’s dealt with far worse.

Over time, though, he had grown accustomed to them and somewhat appreciated their convenience when he wanted to get from point A to point B a little quicker.

Still, he prefered his original pairs of shoes because they were steady and didn’t weigh his feet down as much.

He asked Diavolo if he could return to his original attire. Diavolo allowed it but with a big pout on his face.

Barbatos thanked you for teaching him about Heelys and was honored to be a part of such an experience.

Just, please... don’t ask him to do it again.

🕊Simeon:

Sorry? Heelys? What does that mean?

Ahhh, how interesting. Humans come up with some of the most strangest and fascinating things.

He observed with curious eyes and an intrigued smile on his face as you explained and then demonstrated what Heelys were. He took the pair you offered him and examined them thoroughly. Finally, he looked back to you and asked politely, “May you teach me?”

Once he laced himself up and straightened out, you took his hand and led him forward, teaching him the ways of Heelys. Whenever he’d start to wobble, he’d chuckle a bit and then apologize for gripping your fingers so tightly.

Eventually, Simeon got the hang of them and could scoot around on his own as gracefully as he walked.

Luke watched as his fellow angel rolled around with his toes up and eyed him in awe... and a little bit in jealousy.

Of course, you had to get Luke a pair and teach him.

Before long, you three could be seen scooting down hallways, up and down streets, and doing little tricks all over the place. Wherever you went, you rolled.

And it made the brothers become green with envy

Or in this case, orange.

Simeon enjoyed Heelys enough to buy all three of you a matching set that had miniature angel wings on the sides of the shoes and wheels that lit up yellow, imitating the brightness of a halo.

He appreciated that you shared something like this with him and Luke and hoped that it would bring you three closer together.

👼🏻Luke:

Huh? Is that a human thing?

Whoa, no way!!

To say that he was shaking with excitement as you demonstrated what Heelys were, would be an understatement. The way you wheeled around so effortlessly and how cool you looked doing it? It made him want a pair of his very own.

He felt and looked like a kid on Christmas.

Please, please, please, PLEASE teach him?!

He eagerly slipped on some Heelys and waited impatiently for your demonstration. You pointed your toes up on one foot and pushed off with the other, letting it follow suit once you got some speed. Luke watched and tried his best to imitate it, but slipped and fell to the ground.

Ugh! It was too hard! and you made it look so easy...

This time, you took both of his hands in yours and told him to lift his toes up enough to let the wheels do the work as you pulled him along.

Hey! He’s doing it, he’s really doing it!

After a few attempts, he was able to move on his own, for the most part, and could even do basic turns.

Stopping was a different story but who’s counting?

Every once in a while he’d slip or bump into things because he was going way too fast and couldn’t stop, but he was far too excited to stop.

Immediately he scooted off in a wobbly fashion to show Simeon how cool he looked.

He ended up running into him, knocking them both to the floor. Simeon just laughed because Luke looked way too adorable when he was this happy and excited.

From then on, Luke would roll wherever he wanted to go, with Simeon being close by to catch him just in case he was about to crash into something or someone.

If Simeon couldn’t be around, you were in charge of ‘Puppy Duty’. But whenever Luke would look at you with those sparkling eyes filled with pure joy because of the gift you had given him of Heelys and wouldn’t stop thanking you for them, it didn’t seem like so much of a chore anymore.

🔮Solomon:

Ahhh, a person of culture. You have Heelys too?

In that case, what would you say to a little friendly competition?

Maybe it was the sophisticated way that Solomon carried himself or the insightful way that he spoke but... you didn’t really picture Solomon as a Heelys kind of guy?

Then again, this is Solomon we’re talking about. He probably has a Skipit, a Furby, Moon Shoes, and who knows what else, hidden away somewhere... you bet he had a Nokia, for sure!

Still, how did he know about Heelys in the first place?

The more you came to know of Solomon, the less it felt like you actually did.

So about that competition...

Fine, but what of the wager?

Solomon smirked and suddenly a feeling of uneasiness settled in your stomach.The words left his lips and you went stiff.

A date?!

Whatever could the counter wager be?!

A week with unlimited use of all of Solomon’s powers, huh?

DEAL.

You two stationed yourselves at one end of a very long hall with Asmo standing just ahead, two silk clothes in his hands, held above his head to imitate the ‘initiator’ at a drag race. The brothers, Simeon and Luke, even Diavolo and Barbatos showed up to watch how the race would unfurl.

Asmo gave the signal and off you went, making your way towards the finish line. Within seconds, Solomon started catching up to you and soon got a few feet ahead.

A date with the sorcerer was a couple of meters away and you were getting nervous.

That’s when a jealous Mammon panicked and pretended to faint, falling right onto Solomon’s side of the hall and dragging an angry Levi along with him. Solomon was about to hop over them with ease until he saw Beelzebub reaching for a piece of candy that was tossed out by Belphegor and had to put on the breaks to swerve around, slowing him down.

You were now catching up.

Still ahead of you, though, and getting closer to the finish line, Solomon was making headway...

Until Satan feigned anger towards his meddling brothers and punched a giant, gaping hole in the floor, right in Solomon’s way. Having taken notice, Lucifer leaped to shield Solomon from Satan’s wrath by flying in between them and using his wings from his demon form to block Solomon’s path..for ‘protection’, of course. Solomon had no choice but to stop as quickly as he could, taking a hard tumble to the floor and letting you zoom past him.

You made it over the finish line and from the other side of the hall, Asmo shouted “MC is the winner!”

For a moment, Solomon thought he could hear all of the brothers simultaneously sigh with relief.

Well... a deal was a deal.

But that didn’t stop Solomon from wanting rematch after rematch, just waiting for the day that he wins and gets a chance at what he’s wanted for a long time...

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obeymefictionwriting · 3 years

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Wedding Bells? Part 2!

You guys have been asking me for another chapter of my Wedding Bells? fanfic plus many of you wanted more Diavolo and Undateables... so I delivered! Please enjoy!

Barbatos smiled patiently as Luke messed up the ingredients again.

“Ah, shoot!” the little angel exclaimed in an annoyed voice watching the very special nine-layer Devildom Rainbow Cake not changing its color like it was supposed to.

“You should have added more Vivantium Rosarius extract to the fourth layer”, Barbatos suggested, patting Luke on the head.

“Hmph! Again I failed! MC, will I ever be able to master that cake? I wanna surprise Michael so much but for now, all I can is fail again and again!”

MC gave Luke a warm smile.

“No worries, let’s do it one more time. Um, Baratos, if I may ask… Would you mind bringing us some tea? It will help Luke concentrate, I guess.”

“A brilliant idea”, Barbatos replied. “I shall be right back”.

With these words, he left the kitchen of the Purgatory Hall, leaving Luke and MC alone.

It took Barbatos mere minutes to get to the Demon Lord’s castle to get his special tea that would help Luke calm down and concentrate. Barbatos was about to enter the kitchen when he heard:

“Really? YOU LIKE HIM??”

The hand that Barbatos was about to put on the doorknob, froze. It’s not nice of a butler to stand behind closed doors and listen to something that was not intended for his ears… But there was MC talking about someone whom they fancy… Might it be?...

“I mean, he is always so reserved and helpful. He has this calm aura around him, you know?”

Barbatos remembered a signet ring that he once took from the bottom of the Devildom Black Sea. Decorated with violently beautiful ruby gem, it was kept in his desk, waiting patiently for the right moment and the right person to be presented to. Maybe it was finally time the ring would saw the daylight and be put on a finger of a very special person...

“Hmmm he does seem nice”, Luke agreed. “But I’m still suspicious about him”.

“Barbatos, dear”, Barbatos heard a cheerful voice behind his back, “What’s go…”

With a move so sudden it was impossible to notice, Barbatos sealed Simeon’s mouth shut with a spell.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered and bowed, “but we must not give ourselves away”.

Simeon nodded; his brown eyes beaming with interest. He made a gentle motion with his right hand and was able to talk again.

“What’s going on here?” He mouthed these words with his lips but Barbatos understood him.

“MC is talking about somebody they… fancy. I was curious who it might be.” He admitted.

“Oh!” Simeon almost exclaimed but at the last moment, managed to shut up.

“Interesting, indeed”, a soft quiet voice said behind Simeon and Barbatos. When they turned around, there was Solomon standing with his usual coy smile.

“I also happened to hear something interesting” he explained. “Oh, but they are talking again!”

“What I also love about him is that he is a great storyteller”, MC continued, sounding happy. For sure, it was a great pleasure for them to think about this person. “I could listen to him forever and I cannot imagine what a vivid imagination he has!”

Simeon blushed heavily but his dark skin veiled the blush. He had so many stories that he’d love to tell MC! To be honest, since the moment MC arrived in the Devildom, Simeon had always been feeling immensely inspired. MC was his muse and he’d dedicate all his work to them. But most of all, he’d love to tell MC goodnight stories before putting them to sleep and then lying down next to them…

“A storyteller, huh? I know one”, Solomon sounded disappointed. “But who can resist an angel, especially one like you, Simeon?”

Barbatos did not say a word, but he felt slight worry and unease. To be honest, he was hoping MC was talking about him - but he was just a butler. No chance against an angel.

“But what about his power? Doesn’t it scare you?” Luke asked.

“Power? Yes, he is amazing - and intimidating too! He works so much on all these spells and he constantly seems to practice. I admire him for that. I mean, one has to be really determined and hard-working to achieve such a great level of knowledge and skill?”

Simeon pushed Solomon and grinned: “Determined? I see. That’s what you’ve been practicing with MC after classes”.

Solomon said nothing but felt content. To be honest, he always felt left out: with all these brothers and angels surrounding MC, he hardly had a chance to get noticed. He had Asmo, sure - but MC was different. MC was the one to be conquered and Solomon knew that every effort would be rewarded. And he was ready for it.

“So did you tell him?” Luke asked suddenly.

Everybody got tensed up. Barbatos was violently fighting the urge to peak in the future. Simeon was already planning a perfect date with MC. Solomon was just smiling and all sorts of fantasies were racing through his head…

“What are you guys doing here?” An overwhelmingly loud voice of Diavolo pounded like a bell behind them. “Are you having secrets? What are they about?”

The kitchen door swung open.

“Lord Diavolo? And… everyone?” MC looked confused.

“I was going to the library to get some books on divination”, Solomon said.

“I was about to go to the study to think about new TLS chapters”, Simeon added with a charming smile.

“I brought you tea”, Barbatos handed the bag to MC and blushed heavily.

“MC, Luke, what were you even talking about? These guys were glued to the door when I found them!” Diavolo looked disappointed because he hated missing out and not being included.

“We were talking about our professor on spells and hexes”, MC looked confused. “I enjoy his manner of teaching and Luke is a bit aware of him. We were just discussing his classes. Why?”

Diavolo looked equally confused.

“Maybe because you are such a good storyteller?”

“Or maybe because you are so gorgeous they’d want you to speak so passionately about them”, he thought to himself with a bit of sadness.

As a Devildom Prince, he always knew what was going on around him. He noticed how excited Barbatos got every time they visited the brothers. He noticed how Simeon’s eyes lit up when MC was passing by. And he sensed how Solomon was becoming more and more determined and eager as if purchasing a dream he was hoping to reach someday.

“But are we gonna make this cake or not?” Luke suddenly asked and everyone got busy.

“Lord Diavolo, would you mind staying with us and helping us out? We can taste the cake together after it’s done”, MC suggested.

The Devildom Lord beamed with excitement: “Just tell me what to do and I am ready for it!”

“And in addition to being reserved, powerful and good at stories, I love your enthusiasm too”, MC thought with a smile, passing baking powder to Diavolo.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #barbatos imagine #obey me solomon #simeon obey me #luke obey me #funny obey me

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 87: 8x10, 15x09

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

January 16, 2022

8x10: Torn and Frayed

Written by: Jenny Klein

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: January 16, 2013

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Castiel try to rescue Samandriel from Crowley. Sam tries to decide whether or not he should continue hunting or be with Amelia.

Features:

Samandriel is tortured by Crowley, angels can be lobotomized and limited, Cas’ hobbies include healing babies in parks, Angels are still weird eldritch beings, burning bushes, Destiel team up, Angel operating systems,

My Thoughts:

In everything except the Amelia plot line (as always, why wasn’t she some kind of siren or other creature? Why are all her flashback scenes so fuzzy if there wasn’t unreliable memory shit going on?) this episode kicks total ass. We have Destiel investigation team up, we have Naomi, we have the blood coming out of the eye, we have the actor playing Samandriel doing an amazing job, we have Crowley when the show still gave him a sense of style and intrigue, we have the angel tablet revelation, we have angels as celestial computers with code that can be hacked. It’s a gift of an episode.

I’m going to very quickly talk about the things I don’t like so I can talk about the things that I do like. This is the same for the entire season, but Sam’s heel turn on all monsters being evil makes absolutely no sense for his characterization up to this point. After all, he sees himself as a monster pretty often, and he tries to do the most good that he can. I wish there had been some big event right after Dean went into purgatory. If Sam had slipped, started drinking demon blood again, and saw himself as a monster, his insistence that something monstrous can’t be good would be a lot more effective than it is when he’s just been hanging out with a random lady all year. Also, Jared can’t act and neither can the actress playing Amelia.

The angel lobotomy plotline is one that is actually really well paced and seeded compared to plotlines like this in other seasons. Compared to leviathans, which were introduced and became the season big bad over the course of 2 episodes (being introduced at the end of one and becoming season big bads at the start of the next), Naomi is introduced 3 episodes before it becomes clear the extent to which she is going to influence the rest of the season. We learn that angels can basically be hacked into revealing the secrets of their creation through someone else before it’s revealed that this has happened to Cas at least once before. And the cuts back and forth between her room and Earth are so smooth and fit together really well. Also, I love the halo imagery with Samandriel’s lobotomy. Very visually satisfying.

Season 8 was AMAZING for extremely effective queerbait. I always wonder what would have happened after/during Goodbye Stranger if it had actually been the last season.

Notable Lines:

“That’s his serious face, yes.”

“Hey, what do you say, this doesn't pan out, we head back to that beer-and-bacon happy hour about a mile back, huh?”

“I can't enjoy a world I need to save, Dean.”

“Listen to me closely. I've been there. I know! They're controlling us, Castiel!”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.0

IMdB Rating: 8.2

15x09: The Trap

Written by: Robert Berens

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: January 16, 2020

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Eileen are faced with the brutal truth. Meanwhile Dean and Cass work together in the hopes of getting a step ahead of Chuck.

Features:

Captive in a casino, purgatory and leviathan blossoms, visions of the future, the peak of divorce arc, the drafts are memories, Sam loses hope, Jack is BACK baby.

My Thoughts:

The scenes with Sam and Eileen hit so much harder than the scenes with Sam and Amelia that it’s actually a little embarrassing. This is how you write a romantic subplot! She has to have some substance to matter to him!

That being said, I wish the scalpel scenes were gorier. Sam saying he’s going to bleed out while he’s got, like 3 tablespoons of blood on his shirt doesn’t really work.

When I first got back into Supernatural I thought people were exaggerating when they called it a divorce arc but these lines are so based around romantic relationships in North American media. “I left but you didn’t stop me”? Come on. And then it’s compounded by Sam seeing Chuck’s future. Dean’s turning point from caring about the world is explicitly him having to bury Cas in a Ma'lak box because of the mark, which is then compared to Sam losing Eileen. The parallels can’t really get any clearer than that.

An interesting thing about the future visions is that they have the same lens flares on lights that heaven had in Dark Side of the Moon in season 5. Not sure exactly how to parse that but I’m sure someone has a very compelling theory that I’d love to read.

The purgatory prayer gets me as hard if not harder than the confession. I don’t think I’ll be saying anything that hasn’t already been said, but he closes his eyes and makes himself vulnerable in a world where literally everything wants to kill him so that he can pray to Cas and apologize, because that is the number one priority for him in this moment. I like to think that he got down on his knees because he thinks that this will be the last time that he ever prays and he’s going to do it right. And then he doesn’t even go down on both knees, he goes on one like it’s a proposal. Insane acting choice from thee vessel Jensen Ackles. And then another insane choice to look disappointed when Cas stops him from saying whatever he was going to say before they go through the portal. Because if he was going to apologize again, he already knows that Cas heard it, you’d think he would be relieved. He was going to say something new.

There’s also something super romantic about Cas barely getting away from these eldritch horrors that are chasing him, and sitting down and waiting for Dean instead of going through the portal and waiting for him in safety.

Thank you Robert Berens for my life.

Notable Lines:

“It’s not my first time on the rack.”

“You still think you’re the hero of this story. You still think you can win.”

“You didn't give me a choice. You couldn't forgive me. And you couldn't move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn't stop me.”

“Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we've ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy? Ever since I had to bury him in a Ma'lak box? Ever since then? Yeah.”

“Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know – I know that it's – it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just – it comes out. And I can't -- I can't stop it. No matter how – how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And – And I – I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long – I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm – I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me.”

“Okay, Cas, I need to say something.” “You don't have to say it. I heard your prayer.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.9 (because the vampire fangs are egregious)

IMdB Rating: 8.6

In Conclusion: Two Singer episodes in a row, play a drinking game where you drink every time you see a weird zoom.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #8x10 #Torn and Frayed #15x09 #The Trap #this isnt important enough to put in the main notes #but very dtacore in torn and frayed that cas can only remember naomi’s room while he’s in it #sorry to make everything about dta #but everything is about dta

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a-kinda-nerdy-girl · 3 years

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Ok, GIANT SPOILER WARNING FOR LOKI SERIES SO DO NOT READ BELOW THIS WALL OF TEXT IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS !!!!!!! THIS WILL BE A COMBINATION OF THOUGHTS & THEORIES ON THE SHOW

-I had a suspicion pruning didn't actually kill anyone, glad the mid credit scene proved me correct (hopefully unless its like some weird purgatory)

-once again, @ marvel, if you're going to have 6 minutes of credits you can probably add a mid credit scene to ALL episodes so people don't run the risk of missing important information

-MORE LOKI VARIANTS INCLUDING KID LOKI I KNEW IT

-i expected the timekeepers to not exist, did not expect androids

-ok now to theories

-I agree with the people who think kang is behind this, it would explain Ravonna's involvement as well as how she seems she knows more than anyone

-on the note about pruning not actually killing but more seeming to be a permanent prison, makes me feel better about mobius because that scene was brutal

-was really hoping the relationship with sylvie and loki was going to stay more sibling-esque, but I doubt disney would ever have loki with the same gender, since they did confirm he's bi, in an easily cutable scene to cater to their more conservative (to put it nicely, the actual word is homophobic) audiences.

-sorry for the mini rant just think its weird that Disney would rather place him with himself than anything else

-also mobius was totally jealous of loki & sylvie

-since loki seems to still be alive, i hope mobius is still alive somewhere too

-i honestly think Ravonna & Kang planned this together especially since the latter is going to be in the mcu in ant man quantamania (possibly dr strange 2 as well, wouldn't be surprised if he's the next big bad pulling the strings)

-if they didn't do it together, this ravonna I guess is a variant who stayed with kang, & that timeline is the " sacred one "

-that or its where kang successfully overthrows everything, which, yikes, to put it lightly

-i do think one of the timekeeper robots bearing a resemblance to kang was no accident

-who was hunter B-15, also shes cool hope she sticks around

-this is getting real rambly, but I hope somehow loki escapes finds his version of mobius and then they find sylvie & overthrow ravonna and whoever shes working for (kang probably, since in all of the marvel shows, the obvious villain has been the obvious villain [Agatha & j*hn w*lk*r aka us agent] so I doubt they'll stop being predictable any time soon)

-ok I'm done for now

#if my autocorrect would stop turning mobius into mobile that would be great #loki series spoilers #loki series #loki series theories #obnoxiously long post warning #long post #ravonna renslayer #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #sylvie laufeydottir #kang the conqueror #hunter b-15

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Lineage and Ancestry (Part 2)

There was a moment of silence. Lea kept feeling this familiar sensation as she knew somehow deep down who that demon was. She couldn’t find her words…she wasn’t sure what all of that meant. It was the demon who broke the silence and invited Lea to sit on the ledge of the fountain.

- Please Lea. Join me and sit next to me. (Shanya)

- Okay miss Shanya. Colan and Vylixia told me that it was time for me to have some answers but I’m not certain why they said that. Is everything fine? Am I trouble? (Lea)

- You are not sweetie. (Shanya)

The demon looks around makes a sign towards Ennor, Colan and Vylixia. They three understood and left them alone. Shanya sighed deeply and then stared at Lea with a humble and kind expression. She put her hand on Lea’s cheek, caressing it. Lea blushed but also felt warm and comfortable.

- You have their eyes, freckles and hair colour. Even after all this time. It’s amazing how genetics work. (Shanya)

- Miss Shanya? I don’t get it…(Lea)

- I think you do. What does your heart and soul tell you right now? (Shanya)

- It’s like we are…related? (Lea)

Shanya nodded and removed her hand from Lea’s cheek. Afterwards, she held Lea’s hands softly and smiled at her with teary eyes.

- I’m…your ancestor Lea. It’s unexpected but it’s the truth. We demons are master of lies and deceptions so our truths are more trustworthy than the ones from angels. Ironic in a way. (Shanya)

Lea was shocked and didn’t know what to say. Many questions were flooding inside her mind. She was trembling slightly. Her ancestor reacted directly and used her healing abilities to calm Lea down.

- Even if you are my…ancestor…why me? Why contacting me and not my parents, grandparents? (Lea)

- It’s…complicated and quite the long story. Will you allow me to share it? It will make sense why you are here today. (Shanya)

- I’m…okay…I’m listening. (Lea)

Shanya first played with the fountain’s water like she tried to remember something…a different time.

- Centuries ago…I did something. At that time, you can consider it a mistake. I fell in love with a human. Sure, demons always made contracts with humans and mortals for millennia. However, we always did our best to stay professional. As I did…for as much as I could remember. But that man…he was incredible. It was just a regular contract. We were supposed to have fun for quite some time and in the end, I was taking a part of his soul. He wouldn’t end up in Hell. Your religions and your beliefs have a misconception about us. (Shanya)

- What sends us here then? I mean our souls. (Lea)

- Bad actions and choices. In the past, it was easy. Angels didn’t really check every detail of people’s lives. Mistakes were made…no one is omniscient. Nowadays, each life, each soul is studying at its core before what to do with it. Whether it’s Hell, Heaven, Purgatory or something else. It requires both sides. Angels and Demons work together. Anyway, back to the reason you are here. (Shanya)

- Yes. So, you met a mortal? (Lea)

- After some time, when our contract was about to be over, he…fell in love with me. The thing is…mortals can only develop physical attraction…not real loving feelings…except if the succubus or the incubus developed them first. Usually, it’s not a big deal. The succubus or the incubus ends the contract early explaining the situation and says goodbye. However, there was a catch…I…got pregnant. (Shanya)

Suddenly, Shanya let a little tear coming from one of her eyes. Lea panicked a bit and quickly cleaned her ancestor’s cheek. Shanya smiled again.

- Thank you, my child. (Shanya)

- If I’m here today…you had to give birth. What happened? (Lea)

- I consulted our leaders…King Lucifer and Queen Lilith. They were both frightened and worried. You need to keep in mind that there never was any hybrid before…Actually no, there was one but it didn’t end well…Hybrids are...were forbidden back then. Lucifer and Lilith had to contact the Archangels. They were…categoric. Mostly Gabriel. (Shanya)

- The solution proposed wasn’t…the best. (Lea)

- It was…at that time it was…(Shanya)

The demon took a long and deep breath. Lea held Shanya’s hands tighter to ease her ancestor as much as possible.

- After I gave birth to my son…I had to erase my lover’s memories and to modify them. Then, Lilith helped me to shut down the half demon part of my son. That way, he could live as a “normal” human and not inherit our powers and immortality. And we also made sure the demon part couldn’t be inherited to my son’s children and descendance. I left them all alone. (Shanya)

- I’m so sorry miss Shanya. (Lea)

Lea hugged Shanya tightly and pet her ancestor’s back slowly and kindly.

- Once my lover died…I requested to see his soul to restore his memories and to explain to him everything. He was…upset. He understood but his sadness was…as clear as water. He chose the reincarnation option and told me his farewell for the last time. I did the same with my son…he was definitely angry and disappointed. We talked for hours as he freed himself from his anger and sadness as well. Finally, he cried, gave me a big hug and also chose the reincarnation option. After that I moved on and didn’t want to look for my descendance…Until you came along…until you started to exist…(Shanya)

- But why? What makes me different? (Lea)

And once again, there was a moment for these questions…like the demon didn’t wish to answer them. After a few more seconds, Shanya caressed Lea’s cheek one more time.

- In fact, even if we did shut down the demon part, it was still inherited through the children. It was dormant and it should not have been awakened. That changed when you were borned. Did you never notice that you could heal slightly faster than a regular human? Or your muscles, look how they are today? Or more precisely what happened during the road trip? (Shanya)

- Before the road trip, I never thought of that. I believed I got lucky for my injuries and that my efforts paid off for my muscles. (Lea)

- Your efforts did I would say eighty percent of the job. The rest is…thanks to your demon legacy. (Shanya)

- Damn that’s…I don’t have the proper words for it. (Lea)

- That’s also thanks to your demon legacy that you survived the attempted murder while your parents didn’t… (Shanya)

- …...What? (Lea)

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Finally I could post another story XD I’m sorry life keeps me busy but I hope you will enjoy that one ^^ and I know it ends on a cliffhanger XD sorry (not) XD Take care everyone ^^

Lea, Vylixia, Colan, Shanya and Ennor belong to me

Okaria et feria belongs to me and @wildstarfan @milasartblog

#okaria et feria #lineage and ancestry #part 2 #lea #shanya #ennor #vylixia #colan #writing #enjoy the story #cliffhanger

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 2. Edge of the Water

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Okay so apparently this piece has formed some more or less coherent storyline and I just had to write it down...well at least try to. So if anyone enjoyed part one and is in to hear the further turn of events, here we go.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: um, none again, suicidal mood a little bit if that counts

Watch out for the side effects of slowly dying by vampire bites (and no, it's surprisingly NOT turning into vampire)

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Shari woke up in a strangely lit place. Woke up - big word, rather jumped into consciousness with total clarity as to what she is and what happened to her and total frustration as to where she may be located. It was definitely not the place she left. The forest around her seemed to glow light blue, fireflies dancing in the air with their bluish sparks. She didn't feel cold nor warm, all the pain seemed to leave her body together with most of her senses - Shari felt light, almost weightless and when she looked upon herself, she saw that her own body was glowing the same bluish color as everything around her.

She stood up hesitantly. She had no idea what the place was - the campfire was gone and the forest around was nothing like the spot she stayed at before. What was this? A magic trick? A hallucination? Was she dead? Shari saw particularly bright light behind the trees and decided to walk in its direction - perhaps it was a trap, perhaps she's dead and in purgatory and there are punishing beasts waiting to see her. Shari could never be sure, but felt surprisingly at peace even in her current state, strangely at peace.

The source of light turned out to be a lake. A long and seemingly deep lake that ripped its way through the forest, no end of it seen any near, it might also be seashore, although she doubted that due to abscence of waves - there were fireflies dancing above it and the water seemed crystal clear, even though she couldn't see far below the surface because of the light emanating from it. Shari felt the urge to go closer - to dip her feet in the shiny water, almost felt the need for it, but something restricted her from doing so. She could hear whispers too - as if there were hushed voices coming from the depth of water and that scared her off quite a lot: whatever that thing was, it was definitely not as simple as it tried to look. Her witching life has taught her - if something looks nice and calls out to you, but is also magical: in most cases it wants you to be its lunch. A rule that definitely worked in practice.

The healer stopped still, then sat down on the ground abruptly, feeling awkward in her position; but she needed time to think. This all seemed unexplainably odd - the water, the indecisiveness, the whole place - it seemed like a vague dream even though she felt completely awake. Dracula said it was going to be like sleeping. But by Dracula's deeds she should already be dead. This did not look like afterlife.

Suddenly Shari sensed, rather than saw a movement behind her, ready to jump to her feet and defend herself the best she could, she turned her head to face the source of it. It was a woman. Shari could swear she wasn't there before - a young woman stared at her, standing some distance away. Her beautiful, intelligent face looked somewhat concerned, her long blonde hair thrown over her shoulder, she was glowing the same bluish light as everything else around them. Shari recognised her, very vaguely, but she did remember: Adrian had shown her portraits before.

- Lisa? You're Lisa, right? Lisa Tepes, I know you! - Shari wanted to jump up, but the woman held her back with a gentle gesture of her hand. Lisa - or whoever it was that looked like her - floated rather than walked closer, then sat down next to a very confused and excited Shari, giving her a reassuring smile. There were a few moments of silence, while her guest studied her face intently.

- You are beautiful, you know, - Lisa smiled warmly.

- Wh-What? I mean thanks, but why? I mean... Umm what kind of a conversation starter is that? Are you?... Are we?... Am I not dead or...? - Shari was startled to say the least.

- Yes, you are... Heading in the direction of death, though your friends and specifically my son are very insistent upon the opposite. I believe, you'll have to live up to their expectations and survive now... although it all depends on you, really.

A pause. Shari nodded slowly, taking in her words.

- But-but hasn't your husband killed me? I thought he was definitely going to finish me off...

- He was going to, I'm sure. But he didn't have enough time to do so... or will, for that matter, - the woman turned somewhat remorseful. - I hope he didn't hurt you too much.

- He... tried not to, at least in the end. That's a pity he didn't succeed. I almost felt grateful to him for doing so, - Shari turned away to look at the lake. - It wasn't going to end well anyway...I wasn't going to end well.

- Don't. It's probaly his poison wearing off on your mind, but stilll.Just don't say that. Value what you have while it's still in you. You have to live. Trust me, it's not as pleasant as it seems to be when you get to the other side.

- Why excatly? - a chuckle. - You know, I'm not far from death anyway, it is going to be pain and waiting for me. To go like that is the best way now, I am afraid. Going to be there soon, why not strip myself of needless agony, - she hesitated for a moment. - You are actually dead by the way. If you say I'm still alive, how are we even talking?

- I am not quite sure I can explain this properly, - Lisa frowned, her gaze drifting off to the lake. - The simplest way to place it is: sometimes the people who die are not yet ready to leave this world - and then they stay between life and death, like...

- Essentially, you're telling me that you're a ghost, - Shari felt a bit sceptical.

- Essentially, yes.

- And why am I seeing you out of all people?

- Because I wanted so?

- Why? To tell me to survive?

- Yes.

Shari arched an eyebrow, looking at Lisa with mistrust.

- I don't like this simple tone.

- You are not going to like it, - she hesitated, then continued. - You have to save Wallachia, - the words left her mouth so easy and obvious, that Shari burst out laughing.

- Oh no-no-no, now I'm definitely hallucinating. Is this some fairy tale for children or something? Listen here, you ghost of Christmas past, I'm no kind of warrior-saviour person. I'm not going or willing to catch up to the pathos of "you are the chosen one" or whatever it is that they say in those situations. I believe you confuse me with your son, madam, - Lisa listened silently to her monologue with an amused smile on her face; it was obvious that the reaction was quite expected. When Shari finished, the ghost carried on:

- That is exactly why you have to do it. You are no chosen one. But you are one who has at least a chance. Adrain doesn't. He thinks he does, everybody thinks he does, but in reality it will only go worse if he works out his plan. I know... I don't need you to save all of Wallachia after all, - Lisa paused after that sentence and Shari looked up confused, trying to catch her meaning. - Just one person - and that will do the rest, - the woman was very serious, and Shari suddenly understood this conversation was somehow real, even if happening in a dream realm.

- And who might that be? - she asked carefully, in a hushed voice.

- Dracula.

Shari actually laughed. Loudly. Not quite rolling on the ground, but close to doing so. Lisa looked at her, with a raised eyebrow and calmly waited for the small hysteric to finish.

- Done yet? - were her only words, when Shari seemed to calm down a little bit.

- Listen, ok, I get it, you want to protect your husband, but...

- You don't understand! It's not only about protecting him - it's about stopping this war. Peacefully. It's about stopping Adrian from killing his own father - you need to persuade Dracula to call back his army, - Lisa was looking at her earnestly, determination in her stare. Shari only huffed.

- You... How do you imagine me do it? Persuade him? Are you insane? He would tear me apart and finish what he started, he didn't listen to Adrian, he actually almost killed Adrian, his own son. Why would he listen to me now?

- That is quite the point. He would listen, because it's you, - Lisa leaned back, smiling at the confusion on the girl's face.

- Oh yes, and what's so special about me? - Shari replied sarcastically.

- Nothing.

- Ouch.

- Apart from the fact that he pities you, - sensing that she was about to be interrupted, she quickly added. - I've watched both him and Adrian, thinking of a way to figure this out and stop them from tearing at each other's throats, and you suddenly came as the most valid solution I can think of for the time being.

- He... "pities" me? - Shari rubbed her neck, raising her eyebrow. Sure. He pities her so much; she flinched slightly at the memory of their encounter.

- Don't go witty. He does. He was merciful to you, he almost didn't want to kill you, that's why he didn't succeed. You're the first human after my death that he feels this way to... You are a person he did not know before all of this, you evoke his pity and you seem to have the skill to negotiate your way into people's good side and out of conflicts. You may actually have something in you to change his mind.

- That's not how it works, he...!

- You remind him of me. You may persuade him that there are people worth fighting for... That there is a life worth fighting for, - her tone was growing louder with each word, getting more insistent.

- Wait a minute, so you want me what? To replace you? Remind him of you and tell him you wouldn't want it? Tell him your final will, you think that'll stop him? - Shari jumped to her feet, backing away.

- I want you to go to find him. To reassure him, show him pity, show empathy. You will remind him of me. And he will come back to understanding that humanity is not all bad, that some people are still worth keeping alive. And that awar against them is not worth his own or our son's lives, - Lisa stood up too, sensing the tension rise and stepped closer once again. Shari did not like it. She didn't just die heroically to come back and search for yet another heroic and probably much more painful death.

- No, Lisa, I-I see what you want me to... But I'm not you! You see, I'm not you! I can't just go and drag - who? Dracula-the-vampire-king-that-just-killed-me - out of his murderous depression! - she backed away.

- If you had a choice: you can surrender or you can come back to fighting with a new way...

- Yes, I think if I had any kind of choice and if I survived, I would keep away from trouble and try to hold onto my final bits of life for as long as possible, thank you very much! - Shari argued loudly.

- You have to do it, if you live, Shari. It is the only way to protect you and... - Lisa made another step towards her.

- And die a much more painful death, yeah, thanks, great, - Shari almost hissed. Her attention suddenly turned to the pool of water behind her. So that was the whole trick, why Lisa appeared to hold her back from dying. - Oh. I know how this works. The lake is the entrance. My decision if I do or don't die, right?

- Precisely, though it's not really you, who decides. You touch the water - you either leave or wake up. Can't be sure until you do... - Lisa answered. - But before you decide and step in I want you to think. Shari, you have to fight for it, for yourself annd for Adrian, for all the people out there you've been trying to help!

- I am not your son, - she answered barely audible, but firm.

- Shari! - Lisa stepped yet again closer.

- No! I've had my bunch of suffering. I'm not going back in just because you believe I am good for the fight, I'm not! I'm selfish, okay? I did not ask for this, - she paused, glancing at the water. - Whatever it is, let it be. If I die - I die, right? - Shari turned away decisively and with a moment of hesitation made a small step forward, into the water, not looking back at the ghost.

She awaited darkness or light, hell or heaven or emptiness and quiet. Whatever escape was about to come, she threw herself at its mercy.

#castlevania #dracula #alucard #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #lisa tepes #fanfiction #writing #dracula x oc #dracula x reader #adrian tepes

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Same 1/4 Same eyes

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol.

Wordcount : 6k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 2, it will be edited on @roonyxx ‘s blog… TOMORROW.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

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Same eyes

The bunker was mostly silent apart from Dean’s occasional sighs and Y/n’s strongly beating heart, but only she could hear that…

While the brothers had their noses buried in the old dusty books, she looked up to him, not realizing she was staring again. She couldn’t see the green of his eyes from here, this green she always got lost into, this green that had the power to light up the darkest days…

Dean didn’t notice she was studying his face again, he never really did. And, when he finally caught her doing it from time to time, he always failed to recognize the expression in her eyes. He just smiled, loving her kindness bathing him.

This time, she was going to allow herself to catch his attention, like she dared to do sometimes, just saying something nice to see him smile… It was a move she saved for the moment she just needed him to look back, like right now.

But she didn’t had the chance to talk, as the entire bunker started to shake.

“What the… Dean ? You feel that ?” she said, when the two hunters frowned and looked around.

A bright light made them avert their eyes, books started falling from the cupboard and the lights started flickering. As soon as the disruption started, it ended.

The room was empty before, apart from the three hunters, but now two more persons occupied the place. Two more Winchesters to be precise.

“We did it.”

“Dean?”

“Sam?”

“Dean?”

“Okay what the fuck?” Y/n piped up. Her eyes couldn’t decide where to look first.

“Who are you? I mean… obvious but from where are you?”

“They must be from another world, now that God is tearing them down one by one.” Sam moved closer to his doppelganger.

“Our world exploded, we just made it out in time.” Other Dean said.

Y/n was looking at Sam, well not the Sam she knew. This one was more sophisticated, had a completely different style, from his man bun tied on the back of his head to his bare ankles which made her nose scrunch in discomfort.

She didn’t notice the pair of green eyes on her while she was judging Sam’s silk scarf. When she turned to look at the other well dressed Winchester her eyes crossed the familiar green she loved so much, but these were different. They seemed lighter, they didn’t carry so much remorse and pain in them. But the way he was looking at her, it made her look down at her shirt self consciously.

“What are you looking at fancy boy ?” she grunted.

He seemed to snap out of it and came closer, grasping her hand in his, bringing it too his face to sweetly kiss her knuckles, “And you are ?”

She frowned slightly at the gesture.

“Uhm I’m Y/n” she answered.

His voice, it wasn’t like the familiar deep rumble she loved so much, it was higher, he sounded somehow more excited and curious.

Dean stepped between them, looking at this other version of him, he huffed, “Okay, I need a drink, who else ?”

They all moved to take a place at the wooden library table, the two sets of Winchesters sitting opposite of each other while Y/n sat at the head of the table, her head moving between her Dean and the other Dean.

“This is crazy…”

Man bun Sam looked at his regular version, “So this is where you live ?”

Sam nodded his head, “Uhm yeah.”

“So this is where your hunting operation is based ?”

“Well I mean it’s not much of an operation” Sam scoffed.

Dean chuckled at his brother, “We do just fine, we hunt monsters all over the country.” He looked proud at his mirror self.

“And you ? You work with them ?” The light rumble asked her, ignoring Dean’s bragging for a second, focusing on her, like she was actually the only person in the room.

“Uhm well I wouldn’t say work, we don’t get paid or anything but yeah, I’m part of the team.” She chuckled at the thought of getting paid for hunting.

“Wait, you don’t get paid ?” Other Sam held the beer in his hand with his pinky outstretched, looking at the three of them.

“You d-do ?” Dean questioned.

The alternate universe men both nodded their heads.

“Wow that’s just…” Dean scoffed and shook his head.

Y/n noticed in the corner of her eye that the new Sam and Dean kept looking at her like she has something between her teeth.

“What ? Do I have something on my face or something ?” she asked, now slightly annoyed.

“No ! Uhm no, we were wondering, are you family ?” Other universe Dean questioned.

“No, I’m just a friend.” Although she would gladly take on Winchester as her last name, she knew it was highly unlikely to happen.

“And you live here too?” said that weird version of the man she loved, bending a little more on the table to dive his piercing eyes deeper in hers, his bracelet hitting it on a delicate tinkle.

“I do” she nodded her head.

“And those two ? They don’t bother you too much?” His plump lips curled up into a smirk.

“They can be a pain in the ass but it’s manageable” she said jokingly.

“I bet you can handle them just fine.” His smile was like it was just for her. She thrived in his attention, putting her hand on his arm.

“Oh my you have no idea.”

She was intently looking at his face, counting his freckles, would they connect in the same way as Dean’s ?… She suddenly realized his eyes were looking at her lips intensely. It made her blush as she looked down at the table, confused.

Dean was looking at Y/n and other Dean. If he keeps staring at her like that I will punch him. Why is she blushing like that? He sipped from his beer as he kept an eye on the two of them.

He cleared his throat breaking their little moment, “So… Dean, no wife or girl or anything back in your world ?”

Other world Dean’s eyes switched to Y/n briefly

“Uhm no, I mean we have dad, but we got seperated in the rift, so…” the stranger said.

Normal Sam’s head snapped towards the fancy version of his brother.

“Your dad is still around?”

“Yeah he pretty much build up an entire empire from scratch” white shirt and piercing glares Dean stated.

“He likes to spoil us, always having his private label scotch at hand.” Man bun Sam said with a gentle smile.

“Sp-spoil you ?” Dean was baffled. Dean was more hoping to hear about a girlfriend or something so this other version of him would back off from Y/n.

Real Sam and Dean looked questioning at each other. But let the matter go, for now.

“What are we going to do with them ? Can we keep them ?” Y/n said jokingly to her boys.

“I would be glad to stay with you, Love.” The white of his shirt matched his teeth when he gave her a dazzling smile.

He was looking at her like her Dean never did, like he probably never will… And, if, at first, that made her slightly uncomfortable, she decided maybe she deserved to enjoy the attention just a little for now, and a radiant smile appeared on her lips.

“Oh would you, now ?” Y/n played along with this gentleman Dean’s game.

He nodded his head as he licked his lips, pupils dilating a little.

Dean stood up from the table, a scowl on his face. Seeing himself at the table was enough, but seeing himself flirt with Y/n was making him nauseous. Was she really going to fall in the trap of those stupid smiles and this immaculate shirt ? He needed to get out of here, to think, to breathe, and to rest his tired eyes…

“They can stay for now, but now way they are gonna live with us.” He grunted. “I’m gonna start make dinner for us all.”

Y/n frowned at her Dean’s behavior. “D. ? You okay ?”

He gave her a sarcastic smile, not realizing how aggressive it can look for her.

“Peachy Sweetheart” with that, he left the war room.

Sam rose up from his chair too.

“Uhm Y/n, I’m gonna get Sam here settled in a room, will you show this Dean his ?”

“I will Sammy.” She gave him a kind smile despite the thorn in her heart, as the set of Sams left.

“So you will give me a room ?” Other Dean smiled at her, his warm grin failing to erase the frown on her face this time.

“Yes, but we can finish our beers first” she mumbled.

“Can I ask a question?” New Dean asked.

“Uhm yes ?”

“Dean is he always so… grumpy ?”

She started to pull at the label of her beer. It wasn’t the first word that came in her mind when she thought of him. Dean was many things, many incredible things. But yes, he could be. Mostly when he was hurt, confused, tired ; and she often understood easily what shadow was darkening his soul… But not always. And when she didn’t, just like now, it made her feel so far away from him. And the snug friendship she lived in suddenly felt unfounded.

“Not always he is just… he has a lot on his mind and went through a lot of things.” She looked up at him and wondered… “Did you go to Hell ?”

“Hell ? No.”His eyes widened.

“Purgatory ?”

He shook his head once again.

“You mean he… he did ?” he asked with a concerned frown.

She looked behind her to the kitchen, like she could see through the walls.

“Forget it.”

“Wow he must have one tough soul” he scoffed.

A small smile formed on her lips, thinking of how brave and strong her Dean was, how special.

“Yeah… the strongest, like diamond” she stated a little dreamingly.

“You care a lot for him, huh ?”

She downed the last bit of her beer, nodding at his assumption.

“I do, he is my best friend. He’s like… family.”

“Yeah, those kind of people are important in this life…” He said as he finished his beer too.

“I… I’m just going to check on him before I show you your room, okay ?” Y/n asked as she stood up from the table.

He gave her another charming smile as he nodded politely, but she was already heading to the kitchen, absorbed by her worry.

“Of course, Love, I’ll wait here…”

Y/n entered the kitchen putting her empty beer bottle away. Dean was stirring in a pot on the stove, his back on her.

“D. ? You okay ?”

He didn’t look up from his pot as he answered her.

“Peachy.”

She hated that word, because Dean only used it in an ironic way. She moved closer, touching his arm so he would look at her.

“What’s wrong ?” she insisted.

“I just don’t trust them.” Dean let out in a big breath.

“But they are literally you and Sam ?” Y/n frowned.

He dropped the wooden spoon and turned to her, his back straightening.

“No they are not ! With their fancy clothes and planes and good manners. We are not the same and you know it !”

Y/n stepped back a little at his outburst, he was always so defensive. She looked up to search his green eyes but found only black there. She took a step back and her hand away from his arm, he didn’t wanted her there, so she would give him space.

She couldn’t know space from her was the last thing he needed, after all…

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she stated. “Do you need some help with the cooking?”

“No I’ve got it” he said, turning back to his pot. “I think I can handle some mac and cheese. Don’t you need to show Romeo out there to his room ? Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

Y/n huffed, he would never let her in…

“Fine.”

Leaving the kitchen, she took a deep breath, she needed to stop being that affected by Dean’s words, his silences, everything. She walked shaking her head, she would deal with the heartbreak later.

When she entered the library, a radiant grin welcomed her, Dean’s grin… almost. He had taken off his beige jacket and was moving his spotless white sleeves up, patiently waiting for her.

“So, a room ?” she forced a kind smile but after a second, nothing was forced about it anymore.

His face was so genuinely warm that she just forgot her urge to cry.

She guided him toward the room she had chosen for him : not too close to the the brothers rooms, solicitous about their comfort.

This room looked a lot like Dean’s one, with no red bricks like in Sam’s and her room. She opened the door for him, and tuned on the light.

“There’s no fancy things” she stated, aware that a man that owned planes must find this room a little uncouth.

But, as he looked around, not a hint of disdain appeared on his face. He just bended a little to touch the bed, like her Dean would have done.

“The mattress is really comfy” she said, her eyes studying his back and the way his muscles stretched underneath his crisp white shirt.

He looked so much like the man she loved, only…

“Well definitely not as… spacious as my old room but, knowing you’re here, somewhere in this maze, makes it a warmer place. If you need anything, or company, it would be a pleasure, Y/n”

…Only this man actually made her feel special, and… wanted ?

Something dragged her to him, strongly ; and he made her feel confident enough to dare things that took a long time with her best friend. So she got a little closer, searching his face without even hiding it, and, shyly, touched his hair from the tip of her fingers.

His dimples appeared and the deep green of his eyes made her drown for a second. He let her touch him, easily. Her Dean did too, it was not like she couldn’t get close to him… But not like that. Her tender gestures were always hidden behind friendly moves, or fake indifferences.

Now she was standing straight in front of that version of the man she loved, silent, lost in the depth of his glare, her hand reaching for his head.

“Is your mattress as comfy as this one ?” he asked softly.

“It is…” she whispered, not used to react to advances.

“Good” he smiled again. “If it wasn’t, I would have shared mine with pleasure. In fact, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t mind sharing it every night.”

She took her hand away, hearing him mutter a polite apology. What was she doing ? What did she want ?

“Dean…” she murmured, a little disturbed at the use of this name she cherished.

She had to say something. Her gestures, her insistent glares, she could have given him ideas, it wasn’t right.

“Yes” he smiled again, getting a little closer.

“I… My heart belongs to someone. I don’t want you to imagine…” she shrugged shyly, looking down.

But his hand brushed against her chin to make her look up.

“It’s okay” he stated sincerely with a reassuring nod, but his hand stayed on her face, cupping it almost lovingly.

“You don’t even know me” her murmur died in her throat.

“I know you’re beautiful” he said a little lower, closer to her Dean’s voice.

Her heart missed a beat at hearing this voice say that, this hand touching her face, this face so close to hers…

“You remind me of someone I knew” he admitted.

“It’s so weird…” she gently shook her head, closing her eyes for a second.

“This is weird for me too” he nodded, letting go of her face, to put his hand in the pocket of his fancy pants.

She looked at his wrist, at the bracelet around it, and her eyes lingered on the dazzling white shirt he was wearing. By the time her glare found his face again, she had lost every coherent thought.

She blushed at what she was about to say. The room suddenly really hotter than she remembered, and the lights softer…

“Can you…” she cleared her throat but his face encouraged her. “Kiss me ?”

A large grin appeared on his face.

“I can do that” he stated, already bending a little.

Her breath got stuck in her lungs when his plumb lips crushed on hers. She had spent her days and nights dreaming about that for so long. Still, this wasn’t the man she loved…

She forgot that for a second when his pillow lips captured hers ; and, when the tip of his tongue gently caressed her lower lip, she forgot everything.

His strong hand grabbed her neck to keep her close, fingers tangling in the little free strands of her hair, as she opened her mouth.

He didn’t hesitate for a split second, he didn’t tremble. He kissed her like he had spend his life kissing her lips, like she had been made for him to kiss her.

She let out a discreet moan as her hands allowed themselves to wrap around him, enjoying every delicate move of his lips, every caress of his tongue. Finally tasting him, finally feeling this love she craved…

“DINER !” Dean’s powerful voice woke her from her dream, her Dean’s voice.

She gasped a little, realizing what she was doing, and the other universe Dean broke the kiss, licking his lips.

“Well…” he said softly. “I hope you’re hungry, Love.”

Y/n’s heart started beating again, and the nickname made her frown. All she could do was smile in gratitude, silently begging him to keep what happened for himself.

The table was set in the library. Five plates on the wooden table, last time it happened was when John and Mary were reunited here. The Winchesters together… and her, as usual.

The fancy version Sam was already sitting, looking at the big saucepan with a slightly disgusted look. As Y/n walked to her usual place, next to her Dean’s, she felt a hand on her back, the hand of that stranger she just kissed, and a shiver ran down her spine.

Dean didn’t miss that gesture when he entered the room with fresh beers. Just like he didn’t miss the look on her face. Something was on her mind, she was a little flushed, like when he complimented her. Maybe that annoyingly rich version of him complimented her on something, his stupid smile catching her eyes. Dean hated it of course. She was his best friend, his Y/n… right ?

The dinner seemed too long to everyone.

To Sam, because watching this fancy version of him was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough that the man took off his “pure silk” scarf to eat, but on top of that, he was clearly eating mac and cheese for the first time in his life, thanking Dean for cooking, a disgusted pout poorly hidden on his face.

To Dean, because he was torturing himself, like Dean Winchester always did, with the idea that he could have done better, been better… Made money ? Saved more people… Be nicer to Y/n, too. He spent the dinner watching her avoid to look at him, while she was smiling back to the other him.

To Y/n, of course. She wasn’t hungry anyway, she never was when she was upset. She knew that her best friends knew that and would notice, so she forced herself to eat a little, asking herself how she could be so reckless to ask the man that only got there a few hours a go to kiss her… It wasn’t really a habit of her.

But he made her reckless, and heedless and, somehow… selfish.

Why should she care about what other people thought ? Life had finally given her a band-aid for her broken heart.

Her eyes drifted on the man she loved. He was frowning, his face totally closed, eating in silence with an annoyed expression she knew all too well. Then, feeling a brush on her hand, she turned her head to the same face, smiling kindly at her, showing those wrinkles around light and attentive eyes.

She couldn’t know that it was precisely the tender gesture that caused the frown, and the warm smile that annoyed Dean.

So she just wrapped her broken heart in that version of Dean’s attention, and the second she decided to indulge in the new Dean’s somehow loving eyes, she stopped suffering.

She wanted to kiss him again, she needed it, so she will do. Easy as that…

When she got up to clean, Dean didn’t let her, as usual, taking her plate from her hands to wash it himself. She rarely had time to wash anything other than her own clothes or room. The brothers were so used to manage everything that they never let her take care of anything.

But when Dean took her plate from her hands, it was always with a little smile, a kind word. Not this time.

“Let me” he just stated without even looking at her.

She looked at him while he walked to the kitchen, hearing in the back the slightly snober version of Sam ask his double self about the bunker books and artifacts, offering to share their knowledge.

“I need a drink” her Dean grunted, coming back in the room.

Of course he did. Dean closing up meant Dean taking a glass of whiskey and stare at the bottom of it, like it was a better friend than her.

“I’m going to bed” she stated without another word.

“I think the whole universe trip tired me too” said the white shirt Dean, getting up.

Her heart raced in her chest at just the idea of his lips on hers again. He gave her a discreet knowing corner smile and she felt her hands becoming moist.

As she always did, she walked to Sam first, kissing the top of his head gently, then to his brother. This was one of her favorite moment of the day because she could do that precise gesture : She walked to Dean, who was standing in the front of the little table on the corner of the room. She put her gentle hand on his shoulder and got to her tiptoes to put a kiss on his temple.

“Goodnight guys” she said as usual, filling her lungs with Dean’s smell.

“Goodnight Sweetheart” Dean answered, holding back his usual wide smile.

The second Y/n turned in the corridor, out of their sight, she stopped, her heart pounding in her head. Her ears on alert, she waited a few seconds, and, as she anticipated, Dean appeared behind her.

Not her Dean, but this version of him she could have, this version she could bring to her by the collar of his white shirt and kiss…

And so she did.

He gasped a little but his surprise didn’t last long, and before she can fully acknowledge the taste of beer on his lips, he pushed her against the wall. Invading her craving mouth with his hungry tongue right away.

Her hands flew to his neck, devouring every inch of his skin with her fingers, slipping them in his collar to feel the soft skin of the part of his back she could reach and his collarbones. The open buttons of his white shirt allowing her to push it open a little more. The muscles of his shoulders were moving deliciously and she held back a moan. His pillow lips were the most delicious thing she ever taste, light scruff scratching her chin.

He crushed his strong body on hers, from his thighs keeping her legs still on the grey tiles, to his chest, making her feel his crotch on her.

“Oh f…” she breathed out in his mouth, the feeling of his growing erection against her sending electricity right between her legs.

His lips left her mouth for a moment, going down her neck, his breath burning her skin.

“Y/n” he murmured, and shivers hit every nerves of her body.

She felt him grow harder against her, twitches after twitches, reacting to her touch like no men ever did ; and a new kind of dizziness hit her.

He looked like that man she craved, he smelled something like him too, even if details were different. Her love was making her drunk, but not enough to forget her Dean could actually walk here.

“Come here” she whispered, grabbing his wrist harshly.

She pushed him in her room, closing the door cautiously behind her. Voices were screaming in her head. The voices of doubt and fear, and her own voice asking her what she was doing…

But Dean, this Dean, took two determined steps toward her, wrapping his strong arms around her to kiss her more, this time letting his throat grumble in a growl.

“Y/n… Y/n…” he kept saying.

She was lost in the deepest dream, like the ones she had sometimes about Dean, except this one was real…

He grabbed her waist, pressing her against him like the lack of friction could kill him and she thought about all this times he had done that with other girls… About all those time he had grown hard in the room next to hers while she cried…

It is not this Dean… She tried to remember, but his teeth grazed a precise point at the base of her neck, a point she didn’t even know, that no man ever touched. It was clearly directly linked to her core so she let out a surprised moan.

“Dean !”

“Mh… Yes, that’s it, Love” he smiled in her neck, sucking more on that little erogenous part of her.

She started to pant, letting her head go back to give him an easier access to her.

“Your mouth…” she breathed out, melting in his strong arms.

“Yes ?” he almost chuckled, walking slowly to the bed, careful not make her fall, as she was so lost in his arms

“I love it.”

“I know” he murmured, tenderly claiming her mouth again.

She felt his perfectly manicured nails graze her back. His hands flattened between her shoulder blades, they felt even more giant here, like they could hold all of her. She couldn’t focus on anything : the kisses of his mouth, of his hands, the pleading of his manhood crushed against her.

His hands went up, until she had to let go of his lips for a second to let him take off her shirt.

“I love your body” he said even before his eyes went down on her, and grazed that bad scar on her side from her very first hunt with his thumb.

She shyly started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“I really love yours too” she admitted, the line between her Dean and this one becoming a little more blur as she pushed his bleach white shirt down his broad shoulders.

She bent to kiss his chest, palms gently landing on his velvety soft muscular sides and a smooth slow moan passed her worshiping lips.

When his hand lifted her chin, she lost herself in his eyes, and let him push her on the bed.

“Dean…” she whispered, chanting the name of the man she loved for years, tricking the man with her as much as her own heart.

“What do you want, Love ?” he smiled again, crawling over her, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her stomach. “Tell me.”

“J-just… take me” she moaned, eager, her hands going in his hair, messing with it a little.

As she was running her hand through the soft strands of his hair, she noticed the man between her hands now looked exactly like her Dean…

“Yes…” he groaned, letting her change his look, like he didn’t even notice, to open her belt with one hand, landing on his other elbrow.

While he was slowly going down to take her pants off, she got lost in her thoughts, enjoying the light touches of the man above her. She often imagined sex with Dean, in the steamy warmth of the shower, passionate and quick, in the lonely comfort of her bed, slow and loving, sometimes during long rides, in the back of the Impala, hard and fast…

But nothing really prepared her for the real thing.

And right now everything was overwhelming. His kisses on her lower stomach, his finger crooking in her pants and panties to take them down, the nibbling in her inner thighs…

“Dean…” she repeated, her heart begging without knowing for what.

The gentle bites in the inside of her spread thighs was making her crazy, panting and touching her own breasts. And she wondered how he could just be right with everyone of his moves.

His burning mouth went a little higher, kissing the junction between leg and her core, and a gasp escaped her mouth, followed by a strangled moan when he kissed her folds.

She looked down, and seeing Dean between her legs made her suddenly a bit nervous, she squirmed, pushing him slightly.

“ I need you up here” she whined.

And he obliged, crawling on her leaving a trail of open mouth kisses and little bites.

He sat up quickly, getting rid of his fancy pants and white underwear. This was Dean Winchester’s body, kneeling on the bed between her thighs. So when he was about to move down on her again, she sat up a little, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait” she said, her eyes drawing a precise map of his body in her head.

She will never see this again. Dean…

Her hand shyly traced his chest and stomach, going down to wrap around his shaft gently, the other leaning on his big thigh, memorising them, grazing her nails on it with the care of love.

“You’re so beautiful” she murmured shakily.

“Mh…” he breathed out hoarsely, letting her enjoy him as much as she wanted, while his cock twitched a little in her hand.

She moaned, licking her lips. She wanted to taste him, she wanted to make him come in her hand, with her mouth, slowly, and quick, in every ways possible. But, in the back of her head, the idea that this could be a dream, a sin… If she wanted that, it has to be now, it has to be once, and it had to be now.

He bent to catch her lips before she could remember why this was a bad idea, and she let herself fall back on the mattress again.

In the daze of desire and love, she somehow remembered she needed to protect herself. She didn’t know this Dean, his habits or anything, and there was no way she was doing this mistake.

“Condom…” she stated against his mouth.

“Where ?” he just said.

She stretched her arm to point at her nightstand. Keeping some here wasn’t totally useless after all. He crawled on her to reach it, letting her enjoy the rolling muscles of his stomach and shoulders.

She barely had time to register his move on himself, too engrossed by his beauty, by the shinning sweat in his neck, by his smell everywhere around.

“Y/n” he murmured, spreading her legs a little wider to take place between them.

Dean’s voice, Dean’s face and body… Y/n moaned a little louder.

“Love” he whispered in her ear when the tip of his cock pushed slowly inside her.

She bit his shoulder to avoid crying out. Dean was thick and strong… everywhere, and her body reacted way more intensely to him than to any one.

Nothing had ever felt like this.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he sank slowly but very deep between her throbbing walls, making her feel him inside every cell of her body.

“Fuck” she breathed out.

Y/n hadn’t had sex for a long time, the one night stand occasions being rare, and her love for Dean letting her mostly indifferent to other men… So she had to cling to his shoulders tight, hiding her face against his sweaty neck, to hold back the loud wails threatening to alert the whole bunker.

“Are you alright, Love ?” he asked in a kiss.

He started thrusting steadily as soon as she nodded, not that fast but impossibly strong, his arms catching her shoulders from behind to prevent her to hit the headboard with each merciless strike of his hungry hips.

“F-fuck… Oh… Fuck” was all she could say now, her lungs crushed by his weight, his thrusts and the involuntary contractions of her body, struggling not to come just yet.

He was precise, expert somehow, and every time he hit perfectly right, she didn’t have to say anything, he dug his finger harder in her collarbones and hit again, and again.

Her brain went blank after a few more thrusts, everything went flying, every coherent thought, and every memory of this man not being the man she loved… She also forgot to stay silent as he groaned and gasped in her ear, begging her to come around him…

Dean put his empty glass in the sink, shaking his head. He knew her by heart, and there was no way she was already sleeping.

He rubbed his face, he was already missing her, and the image of her getting on her tiptoes to kiss him goodnight made him smile.

He needed her for himself for a second, just a little moment hanging lazily in the night. So, as usual, he would just knock at her door, open it, find her reading some nerd book, she would push her round glasses up, smiling at him. And he would go to bed, his mind pacified by that cute smile she saved for him.

He walked down the corridor, wondering if tonight she would invite him in a few seconds, to show him an hilarious meme on her phone, or to talk about her book…

“DEAN FUCK YES” she cried out, making him stop in his track a few feet from her door.

At first, he didn’t realize. He couldn’t know this was the sound she made while her walls clenched around the other him, hard. He couldn’t guess so fast that she was convulsing under him, shaken by an orgasm so powerful, that her body was crushing him inside, milking him for all he had to give.

“Y/N” his own voice groaned loud.

And that precise moment, he knew.

Dean Winchester’s heart was hit with the speed and violence of a bullet. Everything stopped for a second as the impact cut his breath.

She had invited that other him in her bed, that man that was him without even being close to being him. She had taken her clothes and given her precious body to that stranger, all her secrets. She had let him sink inside her core, her legs spread for him, her mouth on his lips, breathing the air he breathed. She had let him mark her with his sweat and smell and cum.

Doing that, without even knowing it, she had loaded her gun, pointed slowly at his heart, and pulled the trigger.

And so Dean’s heart broke on that corridor, that invisible heartbreak blood spattered everywhere. He put a hand on his mortal wound, and he had to lean on the wall not to fall on his knees…

Part 2 will be edited (tomorrow) in @roonyxx‘s blog

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Rest It On Your Fingertips

(Cake Hoodings one shot)

hi! you can call me elle!

this is my first cake ever one-shot!

ive never written anything like this before so please be kind and i did write this in 2 days while i was high and horny and thinking about calum and luke.

the following one shot does have references to self-harm so tread lightly.

other than that, this is just a angsty smutty fluffy mess! hope you like it! please reblog or like this post if you do or you can read it on ao3

come talk with me! im swear i dont bite! xx

“Heeeeey, you said I could have the last puff,” Luke whines, sticking out his bottom lip.

Even from right beside him as he pulls on the rooch, eyes hooded, Calum can see how chewed up his boyfriend’s bottom lip is. His teeth working relentlessly ever since the two of them started smoking after their show. For a brief moment, Calum wonders why the other was so nervous as he turns to face luke on the bed, slowly mo0ving his left hand to grasp Luke’s chin. Leaning in, the older bloke blew the last of their shared joint into the other's lips.

Calum’s lips lingered on luke’s for just a moment before he leant back on the headboard, admiring Luke’s side profile as he exhales out slowly, the smoke curling around in the air in front of them. Casted by the low lamp light, Luke’s nose looks more fairy-like against the stark shadows.

Luke hums contently, eyes closed, a huge grin on his lips. Luke tilts his head back as he too leaned back against the headboard, relaxing into the wooden board as the high seeps through him. He’s on the good side of buzzed, feeling warmth circling through his veins, slouching further into the mattress.

Calum glances and notices that Luke has his eyes closed. Feeling unusually brave, (probably from the weed), Calum leans in and licks a bold strip up the side of Luke’s left cheek. His tongue runs along Luke’s beard, getting a loud open-mouthed laugh bursting out of the blond.

“That tickles!” Luke’s shaking shoulders from his laughter bumps into calum’s black vest cladded chest.

Luke’s black leather jacket hung in the bathroom to air dry out the smells of a 2 hour show. The blond lad’s red silk button up looked blood red under the warm hotel room lights. Calum can’t help but run his hands slowly down from Luke’s chin, trailing down the button band, first through Luke’s chest hair, fingers moving on to clink his finger nails against the bottoms, small clacking sounds is barely heard over the sound of music that’s playing from calum’s Bluetooth speaker.

Luke’s eyes flutter open as he senses the warmth radiating off calum’s hands casting over his chest as it hovers there, actions paused for a moment.

Today was Calum and Luke’s one month anniversary of when Calum asked a shy looking luke out, a blush painted on the blond’s cheeks as the younger lad had nodded fervently with a huge his playing on his lips. His lips. Which were nervously being bitten. Why was he nervous? It could be because of the conversation they had this morning.

Luke had clung longer than usual when they had their morning cuddles. When Calum asked his boyfriend what was on his mind, the blond took a breathe and answered into calum’s stomach.

“I want us to finally have sex tonight..After the show. Like all the way. I want to celebrate tonight. I want you in me, Cal.” Luke’s voice had tapered off toward the end, getting more and more anxious the longer he went on. Calum had scooped Luke into his arms and hugged him tight, lifting the other off their feet. Luke had laughed open mouthed like he does when he’s happy.

Fast forward to now, where Calum can clearly see the blond’s growing bulge that’s hidden under cotton white Calvin klein briefs. Clearly ready for their first time together. Calum noticed that Luke always got horny when they got high. Whereas Calum got mellow, calmer, more observant of his surroundings. And it wasn’t until recently that Calum caught on that yes Luke was affectionate but he was also trying to flirt with Calum when he was high. Having the edge off from the weed had helped Luke’s courage and self-esteem a lot.

Calum had also noticed that Luke’s hands unconsciously played with the bottom hems of his briefs, pulling them down further his pale thighs whenever they rode up from movement.

“What’s got my pretty boy’s head all worked up?” Calum asked the blond lad across from him. Both hands coming down to hold and steady Luke’s nervous pair. Although every other part of look is hot to the touch, his hands remain cold. Poor circulation do to his nerves probably.

“I’m nervous of how you’ll… react.” Luke said into his chest, head bowed down to hide his face from Calum’s view. Hands squeezing shut under calum’s tattooed pair.

“React to what?”

In the dim bed side light that’s casting over Luke’s face, it looks as if Luke’s eyes are filled to the brim with tears, holding it back for the sake of show. The blond's cheeks grow hot in embarrassment even though he doesn’t know why because he’s cried in front of Calum before.

“You’re my best friend, bandmate and boyfriend, babe, you can tell me anything that’s on your mind and hopefully I’ll help you alleviate your troubles.” Calum strokes his thumb across the backs of Luke’s hands to try to ease him down, try not to get him too worked up. His other hand came up to stroke across the bottom of Luke’s left eye and swiped some tears away.

“I’d like to keep my shirt on if that’s alright with you.” Luke said firmly, looking up into calum’s eyes to communicate his conviction.

“Of course, whatever you’re comfortable with, pet.”

Luke blushes a light shade of pink at the pet name. And, with new found courage, the blond closes the distance between their lips. Mouths working together, the kiss begins at a slow tempo, hands roaming bodies as lightly as the afternoon wind sweeps over red dessert peaks and valleys. The kiss turns breathless when Calum’s hands wander past Luke’s perky nipples, erected due to the immense pleasure and connection he’s feeling between them. The brunette takes his time kissing down Luke’s torso, nuzzling his face into blond curly chest hair to get a breathless laugh from Luke.

Usually, when the two of them get intimate, it’s usually Calum receiving pleasure while luke eagerly gives it. They have had their fair share of dressing room quick blowjobs. And it’s not that Calum doesn’t have love to give back. He has so much actually, but luke always pushes his hands away or if the blond does get really eager for relief, he keeps his briefs on while Calum sucked him off.

Calum never questioned Luke on why he keeps certain clothes on during sex, but he chalks it up to Luke slowly opening up to him and being more and more comfortable when the two of them get intimate.

So when Calum goes to remove Luke’s briefs, he looks up to the blond and asks “Is it alright if I take this off for you?”

Calum can feel the blond’s muscles tighten then release for a moment before he answers with a quiet “yes”.

Agonizingly slow, Calum takes off Luke’s briefs, Luke lifting up his bum to help his boyfriend with the process. When they get settled again, Luke’s briefs thrown beside the bed, Calum finally understands why Luke had been nervous about. Or really, Calum sees them.

Thin messy white lines of healed scar tissue line Luke’s inner thighs, strokes beside one another in a somewhat orderly fashion. Not one of them are any longer than 5cm in length, but the sheer amount of them made beside one another is jarring. Calum feels Luke’s eyes on him as the brunet takes it all in.

“Y-you don’t have to… pay any mind to them.” Luke’s voice trembles a bit as his left hand goes to grab a hold of calum’s hand, grasping it tightly.

Calum’s eyes are filled with unshed tears as he softly uses his free hand to stroke over the fading scars. There’s roughly 30 odd lines riddled into Luke’s fleshy skin, on each thigh.

In a quiet whisper, Calum asks “Can I know when it started?”

Luke answers a while later. “The breakup with her was hard for me to… process. And then when we came off tour, I was all alone in my house and I-… it was like I was in my own personal purgatory. It was Ashton that actually found me in my bathroom,” The blond gulps, eyes casted downwards. “after I had cut myself particularly too hard, I had panicked and called Ash. He came into my house but for a while I didn’t open the bathroom door for him. I was so ashamed. I was scared too though. So the fear brought me to opening the door for Ash and when he saw how pale I was, how unwell I was, he asked me to move in with him for a while. Until I got back on my feet.”

The blond lulled his head until it landed in the crooks of calum’s shoulder. Calum leans his head into Luke’s for a moment then speaks.

“Luke Hemmings, I love you so damn much. You are the strongest person I know and you’ve come so far. So so far. You are a bright light in my life that I look forward to seeing and loving every single day. So Luke, will you let me take care of you tonight?” Calum’s hands start to sweat as he waits for the blond to answer.

“Yeah, alright.” Luke whispers, closing his eyes as he moves to get settled on the bed with a pillow put behind his head.

Calum’s about to stick his pointer finger into his mouth to lube it up with spit when Luke’s eyes snap open and he grabs a hold of calum’s hand mid air. Luke slowly recloses his eyes as he sticks calum’s pointer finger into his mouth, pink lips surrounding his knuckle. A low moan is hummed around calum’s finger as Luke lows down at Calum, where he’s lying his head on Luke’s hip, eyes hooded but Calum can see a glassy sheen to Luke’s eyes that tell him that he’s feeling mighty good right now.

That sparkle in his eyes, coupled with the low moans emitting from the blond’s mouth has got Calum frantically giving himself a quick squeeze to relieve some pressure.

Taking his finger out of Luke’s mouth, Luke eagerly watches his boyfriend strategically lube his other fingers with the slick split luke provided. Once Covered optimally, in one swift motion, Calum inserts a lubed up pointer finger into Luke’s hole as his mouth grabs a hold of Luke’s dick and swallows him down, sliding his finger in matching the slow pace.

Luke’s eyes are glued to the brunet, mesmerized, as his boyfriend enthusiastically bobs up and down his hardened cock, slick with spit. Calum pops off Luke’s cock and starts jerking him off in a more rapid pace, his fingers gaining speed. Somewhere between Calum playing with Luke’s balls and Luke, he swears to God, moaning out calum’s name when his fingers curve and hit his prostate, calum’s got 3 fingers in luke.

“so…fucking deep” A moan breaks out at the end of his sentence and Luke’s hips jerk up unconsciously, trying to shove his cock into the back of calum’s throat.

Calum’s gagging on it, sloppy sounds emit from the bed that would make anyone blush if heard. Calum loves how Luke’s fully letting himself feel the high and the pleasure of being pleased for once. A silent moan fits on the blond’s lips as he says “I need you, right now, please” It comes out like a breatheless whine towards the end but seeing luke ask for what he wants is turning calum on more than he thought was possible. Calum let’s Luke’s dick slip out of his pink overworked mouth to speak.

“you want my cock in you, pet?” calum’s voice is hoarse and so fucked out it’s the hottest thing Luke’s every heard. Calum takes out his 3 fingers, just to shove them back up to his knuckles as his tongue licks a strip up Luke’s being cock, pre cum spewing from the tip and onto his stomach. Luke’s hazy mind didn’t register the question that was directed towards him until a moment later. Luke’s gaze wanders from his dick up to calum’s moving mouth, and sees his own pre cum is gathered by the side of calum’s left side of his lips. Luke feels himself get impossibly harder at the raunchy sight.

“what?” Luke asks, speech delayed.

“I asked if you’re ready for me now, babe.” Calum sits up, adjusting his seating position so his own erection isn't squished. Luke was so caught up in his own pleasure that he forgot about his boyfriend.

A frown forms on the blond’s lips as he reaches for calum’s bulge. “Baby, I’m sorry I-“ Calum kindly swats Luke’s sloth like hands away before he cuts him off.

“I said that I’ll take care of you tonight, didn’t I? So that’s what I’m gonna do, will you let me?” Calum brings a hand to run through the blond locks in front of him.

Luke nods, so Calum takes his hand out of Luke’s hair, sets it beside his head on the pillow. The other hand jerks himself off a few strokes. Lining up his cock, Calum leans down to kiss Luke as he pushes in slowly, to the hilt.

A low groan escapes from Luke’s mouth as a moan comes out of calum’s as he resists the urge to pull out to pump back in again so early.

“You feeling alright, love?” Calum breathes the words onto Luke’s lips as the blond nods and says “Move.”

Calum wastes no time and pumps into Luke like all the times he’s fantasized about this moment in locker room showers.

Luke’s got his eyes scrunched shut, his legs bouncing around calum’s round hips. Soft “uh uh uh’s” stream out of luke’s pink lips. Luke tightens his legs around Calum, all while he sticks his tongue down calum’s throat, wrapping both hands around calum’s neck, holding him there for a moment.

They kiss fervently, Like tasting himself on calum’s lips. They kiss as if tomorrow will never come and tonight is the last chance to show their love for each other. Calum shifts his hips, circling them in a way that’s got them both moaning a string of curse words at the pleasure.

The sounds of skin slapping on slick skin echo around the walls as the sounds of harry styles’ tune Medicine starts to play.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

I think I’m gonna stick with you

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Rest it on your fingertips

Up to your mouth, feeling it out

Feeling it out

Calum swirls his tongue around Luke’s mouth, playing tag with the blond’s active tongue.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

Calum’s steady rhythm rocks into Luke, a rhythmic thud can be heard as the headboard bangs against the wall.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

Luke begins stroking his own cock, his mind muddle by the weed and absolute euphoria he felt running through his veins. Heat began to gather in his stomach as his orgasm began to build.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

Tingle running through my bones

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with him

And I’m okay with it

“Where to do want me to cum?” Calum pants into Luke’s right ear, hips never tiring their movements as they ram into the blond’s hole, skin slapping on skin.

I’m coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it

“cum inside me, please cal, I want you to cum inside, I want your load in me god I want it so bad please please please.” Luke sounds so gone, speaking mindlessly, words meshing into the next, slurring speech. Calum pulls back his head and sees that Luke’s already looking at him. His blue eyes are bleary, constantly glancing from side to side, trying to focus on calum’s warm brown ones. Pupils blown, can barely see where the baby blues have gone in the heat of ecstasy. Sweat seeps into the pillow under luke’s head, moisture on his forehead. Curls unruly and matted against his face. Mouth hanging open has he’s pounded by his boyfriend. Luke Hemmings looking like this, fucked out and on the edge of climax, was a sight for calum’s sore eyes only.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

Luke cums with a shout of calum’s name, eyes scrunched shut as his body spasms with pleasure. He paints his stomach with his spunk, white goop sticky on his stomach and chest. Although he slumps back onto the bed a little bit, he pulls calum’s head down beside his and starts whispering into the brunet’s ear, under the sound of music playing.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy, oh

La la la la la

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

“I want you to fill me up, Cal, release your load into me, let me milk you out cal, milk you out with my tight tight hole. I wanna feel you pulse in me cal, Calum, Mmm.” Calum pumps one final time before he buries his face into the crook of Luke’s neck, teeth grabbing onto flex as he cums inside Luke’s hole, teeth biting down momentarily. That’s going to leave a mark. Oops.

As they both come down from their highs, Calum pulls out of Luke slowly. White spunk drip out of Luke’s hole into a small puddle onto the bed sheets.

Luke cuddles into calum’s shoulder, chest rising evenly as it falls with each breath he takes. Minds coming down from their own orgasmic highs.

“Thanks for that. I felt so good. So..loved.” Luke blushes a bit at his remark, then a small grin settles on his lips. He turns around onto his stomach, still lying on Calum. Calum eyes crinkle before he speaks.

“I love you and I want you to know that your light shines brighter than the gold glitter you put on your eyelids before you go on stage. Your light is so unique and irreplaceable. I look forward to loving you more and more each day so please, stay.” Calum annunciates the last word with a soft peck of his lips against the blond’s.

Luke does continue on. Staying by calum’s side, in the band, in the world. He surrounds himself with the loved ones he had once convinced himself that they didn’t love him back. He is well loved by all, especially Calum.

Some days are harder than the others, with Luke bed ridden for days on end. Boxes upon boxes of tissues are used up to soak up at the tears he’s got to shed. Or he’d be numb out of his mind, staring out the bus window, trying to actually See what’s in front of himself and not just noticing it.

Other times, he takes petunia out for walks and works out with Calum and goes to the studio with Ash and plays Mario Kart with Michael.

Luke takes it one day at a time.

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