#newt!mc angst

[writingfool001]

"What happened?"

Newt!MC: "I was convinced that someone would come rescue me. of course, no one came and I gave up then left."

[books-and-catears]

"If I had to choose one of you to kill me..."

Tw:Gore, Angst, Blood, Illusion of Death

"Satan, I made the potion, does this look right?" Beel asked holding up a beaker full of glimmering yellow liquid.

Satan shook his head, "The composition seems right but remember we talked about color coding Beel? This is a nightmare inducing poison. This needs to look dark and ominous for class purposes. We don't want anyone accidently drinking it do we?"

Beel nodded, "Understood I'll get the Burnt Newt dye to fix it immediately." Satan affirmed it and moved on to help Mammon because Asmo kept drinking any ingredients with any hint of alcohol in them.

"Hey guys what are you upto?" You just entered the room after you were done practicing spells with Solomon. Beel's potion caught your eye.

"Hmm according to color coding this seems edible. I wonder what this is?" You thought. It smelled like gummy candy and lemon. "Doesn't hurt to take a sip."

By the time you heard Satan scream your name and snatch the beaker out of your hands, everything was already going dark.

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The reality blurred into oblivion and muffled screams as the nightmare drew closer and more real. And in it you saw them all. The brothers and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. All in their demon forms, towering over you ominously.

"You are such a menace, MC. You've been causing nothing but trouble ever since you've arrived. It's time to put an end to this. You do realize the price to rebel against demons don't you?" Diavolo's voice thundered.

You only nodded in defeat, your trembling knees barely supporting you. "I'm sorry..." You whisper to noone.

"Well since you are being so obedient about it, I will give you a chance to make your pain a little less. You may choose which demon gets to kill you. They can give you a peaceful or painful death. So choose wisely." He ordered.

You smiled to yourself. Well, this is very poetic indeed. This was always your wish, wasn't it? What a twisted way to grant your wish.

All of them stood, their chests puffed and eyes taunting. Eager to be chosen. As always.

"It has been a little fantasy of mine..." You start, "To die in the arms I love the most. So know that by giving me this choice, you have given me a chance to die happy. And with that...I choose.."

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Back in the real world, the Brothers watched the whole scene unfold in horror. What is going on? MC no... This is NOT how we think of you! MC wake up!

There was an invisible barrier between your dark dream and reality. One they couldn't penetrate. All the brothers were notified and they came rushing in. All of the banged on the barrier in unison, even their powers were useless.

"Lucifer! Satan! Tell us MC won't be stuck in their forever!" Asmo cried out, pulling at his coat.

"I cannot believe Beel made the potion this strong..." Satan said, leaning helplessly against the barrier watching you tremble in fear, "This is exactly what I was afraid of."

"Well there's gotta be something we can do! MC is scared! Scared of us! This is the worst thing to have happened!" Mammon kept punching at it, his knuckles going red.

Beel was silent. Punching at the barrier with all his strength. But his strength was no match for old magic. Belphie held him before he hurt himself.

"What if we call Diavolo and Barbatos? They might help?" Levi pleaded, on his knees watching MC fall.

Then almost as if by miracle Barbatos and Diavolo had appeared. Their faces fell at the scene before them.

"I was too late.. I cannot believe I was too late..." Barbatos hung his head in shame. "If only I had seen it sooner..."

"Diavolo. Please help get them out of there. I'm afraid something horrible is going to happen." Lucifer said urgently.

"I'm sorry..." Diavolo shook his head with regret. "MC won't be out of there until the nightmare is over."

"To die in the arms I love the most. So know that by giving me this choice, you have given me a chance to die happy."

Everyone stared in horror and guilt-filled curiousity. This is not how they wanted to find out. But now they were forced to.

"And with that...I choose.."

To be continued...

[spiicings]

mc x asmodeus

golden hellfire newt syrup with asmo bc i didn't like his part in the game, mc is indecisive in many many ways, they hold each other and there's angst

"Hey, does it always hurt?"

Yes, you think, Love always hurts.

“No,” you say. “Not always.”

Asmo gasps, falling onto his enormous bed before you can even let him down easy, gently the way you know he wants you to. This faux-illness is almost too realistic, enough that you consider, momentarily, that the syrup can cause disease. But no one had mentioned that. He calls your name so desperately that it makes your face heat up.

“Not so loud, they’ll think we’re having an orgy,” you mutter, wondering if the syrup has any effect at all on humans. You’re starting to get dizzy, but you guess that any human can only stay so sane after almost having their bones jumped by three demons. “Can demons even die?” To his credit, he’s broken into a sweat, cheeks flushed pink, to the point that you almost think maybe he is on his deathbed.

Asmo groans and curls up on his side, hair spilling onto the quilted comforter like liquid bronze. He looks pretty even when he’s crying, though they’re crocodile tears. “Lucifer has a will,” he says, as if it explains anything.

That makes you scoff. “Probably for like, three billion years in the future or something. What, are you going to make me write yours?”

“I could just whisper it to you.” He reaches out for your hand and you can’t help but oblige when he looks at you like this. He’d done this before, back when you’d first formed the pact. He had traced over your palms and examined your fingers and nails like he was the beauty pageant judge and you were the contestant. But he’s gentler this time. Almost tender. He doesn’t even say anything about the shape of your nails or the state of your cuticles.

“Come closer,” he whispers. Says your name like it’s a prayer—and you recall that moniker he’d had. Jewel of the Heavens. It checks out.

“No funny business?” you ask, leaning down a little, even before getting the answer. It would be so easy to make it into an order, but you don’t. It doesn’t even matter.

Asmo leans in before you can draw back. His breath tickles your ear, mouth almost pressed up against it. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Is that so?”

He laughs through his nose, puff of air on your neck. You imagine his pact mark searing itself into your spine. You hadn’t even noticed it at all, back then, until he had told you about them. Of course, mine is the most beautiful, he’d said. “I’m on my deathbed and you think I’m still trying to have sex with you?” His voice is weak. He’s an amazing actor, you’ll give him that. “You flatter me.”

“Well, aren’t you?” you laugh, squeezing his hand, readjusting your grip to entwine your fingers with his. You can’t see his face, but you think he takes a sharp breath. “Trying to fuck me, I mean.”

Asmo giggles and pulls away, falling back onto the bed. He tugs lightly on your arm, but suddenly it’s like he’s gripping your hand instead of the other way around. “Lie down next to me or I’m going to die right now.” He scoots to the other side of the bed, looking at you expectantly. Against your better judgment, you lie next to him, sighing.

“I didn’t know you could die at will. Also, please don’t.”

“Is that an order?”

“I think it’s a suggestion.”

“Good. It wouldn’t be any fun if it ended here.” Which only confirms that he lied just to get you next to him. But you don’t feel mad at all, don’t even know what you’re feeling, really. He snuggles up to you, his body impossibly warm, and you give in and turn to him. His eyes almost seem to produce light all on their own. You had almost forgotten how pretty he is, the warm gold of his eyes, the arch of his brows, the sweet curl of his lashes. You’re staring, now, but what else are you supposed to do in front of Asmodeus? He’s staring at you, too, anyway.

Then Asmo laughs, his pretty mouth splitting into a grin. Definitely not the face of a demon on its deathbed. “Remember when I tried to hypnotize you?” he says, breathlessly, and it makes you feel lightheaded.

“I try to forget the early days,” you say absently, wondering if it’s safe to zone out to the sound of his voice, the warmth of him next to you. “They weren’t very fun.” As soon as it leaves your mouth, you know that it wasn’t the right thing to say.

Asmo keeps his eyes on you, mouth opening as if to speak, but he doesn’t say anything. Not like he needs to, with the furrow in his brows. You wish you could take it back, smooth it over, but what you said is true, so you won’t. Sometimes it’s hard reconciling the first months of the exchange with the way things are now. Asmo’s grip tightens on your wrist, but not enough to hurt. With his other hand, he traces the lines of your muscles, working his way up. His skin is warm on yours, hands soft. He’s working that damn beauty process to the bone—you can’t even blame him, with how well it obviously works. Asmo reaches up and squeezes your bicep. It makes your breath hitch, but you try not to show it. “I don’t remember all this,” he says. “Have you been working out?”

“Not as much as I want—”

You can’t finish. He sweeps his eyes over your figure like he’s never seen you before, lingering just long enough that the quiet between you two feels heavier than usual. It had never been like this before you left. He narrows his eyes slightly. “Did you lose weight?”

“I don’t think—”

He reaches out and touches you on the waist before you can do anything about the quiet or the weight of your breath in your lungs. “You did.” His voice is soft. He lets his hand settle along the curve of your side, above the hip. Even through your shirt, he’s warm. “Wasting away for want of me, perhaps?” he asks, smiling.

Here’s territory you can handle. “Asmodeus,” you warn, pulling your hand from his, preparing to get off the bed and leave if he tries anything. No orders. Not yet. The smile drops from his face as if it had never been there at all.

“I won’t do anything,” he says quickly. “I promise. Don’t go.” His eyelashes are so long, cast down in deference. There was a push and pull between them that you had missed while you were home, this imaginary cord drawn taut. And there it is. You missed this. “Just put your arms around me for a moment? Please.”

You’ve always had a soft spot for him. You’re certain it’s impossible not to. So you hold him. Asmo feels so delicate in your arms, fine-boned like a rabbit. He isn’t moving anymore, and so you stupidly think for a moment that he really is dead, but then he tentatively pulls closer, resting his forehead against your sternum. You wonder what he’s thinking. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. It doesn’t have to matter even if he can.

“I’m not actually dying,” he says.

“I knew that.”

Silence. “You always do.” Then, “Do you want to know what the syrup is doing to me?”

“Please spare me the glorious specifics of physicality.”

He giggles. You feel the vibration in your chest. “You’re adorable,” he whispers. “Tell me how the others acted, first. What did you do with them? Give me the juicy details.”

“Well, first, we didn’t fuck.”

“You’re too much of a prude for that, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“You first.” No lilt to the familiar words. Just an ache.

“Whatever,” you say curtly, a bad habit, when things get too serious it’s easy to turn sour. “They just—I don’t know. It’s like getting drunk and horny.”

“I know that feeling well. The horny part, not the drunk part.”

You laugh. Can’t help it. “Nothing worth mentioning happened with any of them, anyway.” You draw a line up his spine, stopping where his pact mark would be on your own body. You remember him mentioning that his back was sensitive, wonder if you’re imagining him trembling. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s up with you? Are you extra horny or what?” You would be expecting him to rip his own clothes off at the sight of you. But what else could the syrup do?

Asmo laughs, a little shakily. “That would make this easier. I’m good at horny.” He looks up, eyes like firelight. “I wasn’t lying when I said looking at you made my chest hurt.”

You blink. That’s new. It would be easy to give him an order and end this, right now before it can go any further. But not yet.

He traces the edge of your hipbone almost with a sense of wonder, his hand gentle. Not probing like it had been then. Why did it feel like a lifetime ago? “Please don’t leave me,” he begs.

“I won’t.” You consider taking his face in your hands, but don’t. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, you think he might start crying for real.

“You would,” he says. “You did. You come and you go and it’s going to tear me apart one day.” He runs his hand up your side, touch heavy like he wants to do more than just that. “And I’ll let it.” His voice cracks when he speaks, and this is too far, territory you don’t want to—can’t—breach, but your voice catches in your throat, useless. “I’ll let it because I love you.”

Not love. You wish it were anything else. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Anything else at all. No one tells you what it means to love and be loved and have no place for it all to go. You close your eyes. It can’t be love.

“You don’t mean that,” you say.

He whispers your name. “I love you more than anything or anyone. Even myself.” Asmodeus buries his face in your neck, lips brushing up against your jaw. “You’d order me to stop if you hated this, right?” he whispers. “You’d tell me to quit if you couldn’t take it anymore?”

You feel his spine arch beneath your hand as he kisses your throat. His teeth at your pulse, but he doesn’t do anything. Leaves no marks. And with a lack of action, there is no reaction. Only inertia. “Yeah, I’d tell you.” What else are you supposed to say?

“The syrup doesn’t work on me like it does for the others,” he says. “I need you.”

God, he’s good at pulling this stuff out of nowhere. You’re feeling lightheaded, but maybe that’s the smell of his perfume. His lips brush against your jaw again and you shudder.

“I missed you,” he whines. “All of it meant nothing without you. Nothing. The parties, the galas. I couldn’t sleep without you.” He says your name and says your name and says your name, and your eyes sting with it. He moves back to look at you, cradling your face in the palms of his soft hands. It feels like a sunburn. “Hey, does it always hurt?”

Yes, you think, Love always hurts. The warmth of Mammon nudging you in the ribs, Levi’s stutter, Beel’s hand engulfing yours, Asmo tracing circles into your back, how Satan leans in when you ask him a question, the rise and fall of Belphie’s chest, Lucifer’s imperial gaze turned into something that falters when he meets your eyes. Seven pact marks searing into your skin like brands.

“No,” you say. “Not always.”

“But it hurts now,” Asmo says, and even though his skin burns you wherever you make contact, you press your lips to the heel of his palm. He flinches for the briefest of moments, and you think maybe you’re burning him too.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Please, just give me an order.” Asmo’s eyes are so wide and vulnerable and soft in a way they never are, raw like an edge of broken glass. “Something, anything.”

You tell him to kiss you, so he does. Just not the way you expect him to, no hunger or lust to it, a half-healed bruise that goes tender under pressure. Sweet the same way an overripe peach is sweet—cloyingly so—but you accept this, letting his sunburn touch run itself through you. He sighs against your mouth, and that sends an aching sensation straight to your chest.

Asmo draws back, like he knows. “Do you love me?” he asks, and the effects of the syrup should have worn off the instant you made your command, but there’s this residual softness in his eyes that shouldn’t be there.

Don’t ask me that, you want to say, because any answer you can give him will require an addendum, something else to say to explain yourself—I love you, but not exclusively, not the way you want. It’d be easier to just tell him no, but then you’d be lying.

“You’re beautiful,” you say, can’t add anything, interrupted by Lucifer’s materialization in the room. It doesn’t matter.

[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

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[roseytoesy]

Beel angst draft inspired by @boozye

heart warming and breaking stuff etc.

mc was happily bouncing on the couch when beel walked into the living room with an arm full of snacks. He smiled as they smiled and laughed down at their phone, that laugh that made his never ending hunger ease up, a smile that he would protect to his dying days.

“oh hey beel,“ mc said as they looked over at him. They patted a spot on the couch next to them. Once beel sat they scooted close to share what was on their phone. Beel looked surprised at the not DDD that was shoved in front of his face. He looked over with a raised eyebrow, asking a silent question. “Oh ya, we’ll I was able to bribe mammon to get some witches to grab a few things to send back with mammon. I just wanted my phone back so I could share some great memes and pictures of my family with you guys.“ they explained, bouncing with excited energy as they continued. “And Levi was able to figure out how to connect my phone to the WiFi with a hotspot from my DDD so I can look at older things on my phone too!”

Beel nodded along not really understanding why it was so important for some pictures but he liked their energy about the process. they opened some sort of storage app and pulled up fond memories to share with him. He smiled seeing their youth and the adventures they’ve been on in their life. As he shoved another handful of roasted newt chips into his mouth, mc showed him their birthday Adding the small note that stopped him in his tracks. “Wow. Can you believe it. Already ___ years old and I’ve changed so much! Can’t wait to see where my life goes from here.” They smile with nostalgia, “can only go up from here, right?” Beel was frozen staring at the tiny round human that was mc in the picture. But That wasn’t what made him freeze. It was the other human, a parent/grandparent, that caught his attention. They were older and wrinkled sitting in a wooden chair holding the new baby but even from just a picture he could see how week they looked, how frail their body had become. The thought that one day mc will be like that hit beel like a truck And he choked on his chips as he tried to gasp. After a minute of a coughing fit beel finally heard mc’s worried calls to him. He took a quick swig of water and took a breath before pulling the mc into a crushing hug. “Woa hey! What’s this for?” They asked, returning the hug. “the picture who was holding you?” He asked quietly.

”well it was my parent/grandparent, they aren’t around anymore but it’s ok. It’s nice to have their memories and these pictures.“ they explained slowly wondering where this was going. “not around? Did they go somewhere?” Beel asked tilting his head. “kinda, they passed away a few years ago.“ mc said with a sad smile. they then shook their head, “but such is the way of life, I know they are ok even if I can’t see them anymore.“ they added. beel tightened his hug realising that that parent/grandparent was gone, mc would be gone eventually. he couldn't loose them, not again. tears formed and fell from his eyes as his thoughts drifted to their death, how he wouldn’t be able to see them, hear them, or taste and share food with them ever again. “What if it wasn’t like that?” He offered. “what?”

”well there are spells, potions, artifacts, something! That can make it so you never age or grow old and then…” he trailed off not being able to even say the thought of the light of his life, the very thing that makes his gnawing hunger and guilt bearable, disappearing forever. more tears fell in the silent plea to them. “I’m sorry beel, but I don’t want that.” His heart froze and he looked at them pulling them back out of his hug.

”what? But why? Please…” he desperatyl looked into their eyes, his own welling up with more tears and sorrow. mc smiles sadly at beel their own eyes watering. “humans arent meant to live forever. we do so much in our lives and are ok with how much time we get. It’s not much compared to you or the others, but it’s ok beel.”

”please don’t leave us, we need you. I need you.” Beel said squeezing his eyes shut as his breathing grew more frantic. “Beel I know it will be hard but look I’ve still got time here, and now. we can’t focus on the future or else we will loose what time we have together. It will be ok beel I promise.” they coax trying to calm the crying deamon that was clinging to them like a life line. “I can’t loose you again, I can’t protect you from time though, please! please we don’t want to watch you grow old and frail, we don’t want to see you go, we can’t loose another family member. Please” he sobbed into their shoulder “i understand Durant beel but remember I have my own family back in the human world. I wouldn’t be able to deal with loosing them either.” beel froze before sobbing again. “O-oh no I’m sos sorry mc, I forgot about that, i-im so sorry! i just want everything to be as it is right now. where We are all together and ok.” “but we are ok beel” they said wiping his tears as he tried to control his breathing. “We have right now to do things, we can worry about those things when they happen not before.“ they gently heals both sides of his face and looked into his puffy purple eyes. “I’m ok, and you will be too, I will be happy when that time comes, but we have so much time now. let’s not waist it. ok?” his lip trembled before he buried his head into their stomach, listening to their heartbeat and using that constant sound to ground him.

“there we go.” Mc said stroking his hair and back soothingly. “now how about we make that one icecream store on deadman’s street out of business for the day?” he curled around them for another moment before getting up, sweeping them off their feet And into his arms. “im going to make sure every moment is worth remembering.” he said into their hair before walking off to the icecream place, a new Solon promise weighing heavily on his heart As time ticked against him.

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

How He Loves - Eventually pt. 2

Barbatos x MC | Song Fic

How He Loves Series | Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Inspiration ~ Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

Description: Barbatos watches MC fall I love over and over again only to be heartbroken each time. His finally jump leads him to the most painful heartbreak, or does it?

Just a preface, I don't fully understand how Barbatos' power work, I know it has to do with time, and I know when he sent MC to another timeline in the game there were two MC's in one place. So just to clarify how I am using it, I am thinking that he moves his consciousness from one Barbatos timeline to another when he goes through his time doors, not that more than one of him exist at one time. This is just my preference to one make it easier for me to understand, and two to make it simpler to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: angst, very fluffy ending

Without missing a beat MC gently held his hand in place and tried their dish. In that moment, Barbatos saw it. His sliver of hope. A single timeline where MC was his.

He saw them cooking this exact recipe, but instead of ending in tasting the soup, it ended in a sweet kiss... Now that he knew he had a chance to be with MC, he just had to figure out which timeline was the right one.

Barbatos thought back to that single hopeful scene. It felt like a distant memory to him now. Immediately after Mammon and MC left the castle that day, Barbatos had rushed to the door that could send him back to the beginning. To his first meeting with MC, to see if he could change it all.

During the first attempt he was chivalrous, going as far as to kiss MC's hand on first meeting. This only seemed to lead to MC falling in love with the prideful Lucifer who flaunted them in Barbatos face every second he had.

He went back again, taking a more calm and friendly approach, only to have MC fall into the arms of Simeon, who eventually took them back to the Celestial Realm leaving Barbatos alone without even getting a proper goodbye.

Attempt after attmept, Barbatos would introduce himself differently thinking the start of their relationship was the error, only to have MC fall in love with someone else in the end.

Hundreds of jumps through time later, Barbatos began to loose himself. Leading to his previous dedication to Diavolo faltering because he was consumed only with winning MC's heart.

His current attempt was one of the most painful. Barbatos had given up on introducing himself long ago when the hundredth time still led MC into someone else's arms. Instead, he opted for silence and a small smile. Time passed and Barbatos watched as MC got closer and closer to Lord Diavolo making his heart ache.

The human was currently running around the castle giggling with the demon prince in a game of hide and seek. While he was stuck in the kitchen forced to hear their laughter echo through the ornate hallways.

Even though Barbatos had a long list of tasks to get done, he could not focus even if he wanted to. Each little chuckle that resounded through the hallways from MC in the distance made his mind drift off. He dreamed about the day when they would finally run into his arms, giving him the sweet pecks he had seen everyone else recieve.

As his mind wandered, Barbatos began to notice the vividness of MC's laughter. It no longer sounded like a distant dream, but something closer to reality. He was finally brought out of his thoughts when he was tackled to the ground.

Even though the blow was fast, it was not too much for the demon to handle. He began to stir under the weight and finally opened his eyes when he heard a voice.

"Oh no! Barbatos! Are you okay?"

With one quick glance Barbatos discovered his culprit to be none other than MC. They were currently hovering over him with concern written all over their face as he lay on his back.

"I'm fine, MC. There is no need to worry about me. Demons are quite resilient and can take a tackle or two." He smiled as he said this. His heart warming at their concern.

Barbatos then pushed himself up so he would be sitting. MC on the other hand, back peddled and sat on his legs. Leaving the demon stuck in this position under them. Their face was red as they looked at the pristine tile floors he had just cleaned.

"I still feel bad about tackling you... is there anything I could do to at least make up for it?" MC fiddled with their jacket refusing to look at Barbatos as they talked. He found this endearing. How could this human be so cute without realizing it? It wounded him.

Barbatos pulled from his thoughts, began to ponder their request until and idea popped into his head. His one sliver of hope, "You could help me make dinner tonight if you wish. We will be having Newt Fire Soup and I could use another set of hands in the kitchen."

"Alright!" With that MC jumped off of him and reached out their hand to help Barbatos up. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed their hand and they helped him stand up.

The pair got to work, and MC was just as good at following instructions in this timeline as they were in the first one. It almost felt like deja vu to Barbatos as MC seemed to follow his commands the exact same way as they did previously.

Of course, Barbatos was just as distracted by MC the second time as the first time, but what he didn't notice before was MC staring at him as well.

Whenever he would turn his back he could feel their eyes boring holes into him, and when he would turn around their face would go red and they would quickly look away. These actions seemed odd to the butler. Wasn't this MC in love with Lord Diavolo?

Eventually, Barbatos got bold and wanted to see if his suspicions were correct, "MC you need to stir it clockwise, not counter-clockwise."

That was a lie, it really didn't matter how the soup was stirred. He just wanted to test his theory. After speaking he walked up behind MC putting his hand on top of their's on the spoon and slowly spinning it in the opposite direction.

MC's face began to flush as they looked up at him, "O-oh, um... thank you." Their words sounded like little squeaks, Barbatos was about to pull away, worried that he had frightened them, until he looked down to see them biting back a grin. Maybe this was finally his chance.

Eventually the soup was finished and just as Barbatos had before, he grabbed a spoon holding it out for MC to taste test.

"Barbatos this is the best thing I have ever tasted!"

"I am glad you enjoyed it, but remember you made it as well so you also have yourself to thank." After these compliments, Barbatos waited, but there seemed to be no kiss in sight.

He sighed sullen and turned his back to them as he began to clean up the kitchen. Even though this time had started rough, he thought that it was turning around MC seemed interested in him, but maybe that was all just an illusion.

"Barbatos."

MC's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Yes?" He turned focusing all his attention on a now fidgeting MC.

"W-well, I just wanted to say something..."

He looked at the human confused, "What would you like to say?" MC seemed to be stalling as they thought of the right words to say.

"Well..." MC took a deep breath before quickly speaking, "I really like you Barbatos, and I hope you aren't mad at me for tackling you earlier today, but I really just did that because Lord Diavolo told me it was the only way I could get your attention."

Barbatos stood there stunned, staring at them as they continued, "I just... ugh... when we first met you seemed so... I don't know... intimidating? I wanted to get to know you better, but I didn't want you to think I was some nuisance."

A nuisance? Barbatos was flabbergasted, is that really how he had made them feel.

"I told Diavolo and he started inviting me over so I could build up the courage to talk to you." MC took a deep breath before continuing, "I really like you Barbatos. I see how considerate you are to everyone else and I just want to do the same for you- Wait are you okay?"

MC runs over to him gently grabbing his face. Barbatos was so overwhelmed by the human's words that he didn't notice tears welling up and trailing down his face like a waterfall.

"You don't know how long I have waited to hear that." A bright smile spread across his face as he speaks. The pair sit for a moment in silence as Barbatos catches his breath with their forehead pressed together. Eventually they both lean in slowly until their lips finally collide in a long soft kiss.

MC pulls away breathless and says, "Barbatos, you might just be the best thing I have ever tasted." Their combined laughter swell and full the kitchen reverberating back to their own ears.

"Better than the soup?" Barbatos replies while chuckling as he pulls MC in by their waist

"Definitely." MC leans in again after answering capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Extra:

Diavolo: "Oh there you are MC! I see you found a prize for being the best at hiding! Remember, no funny business in the kitchen."

MC: *Embarassed* "LORD DIAVOLO!"

Barbatos: "Ever unchanging, my Lord."

Tag List:

@bunna-does-stuff @obeythebutler

[band--psycho]

1.6k Writing Challenge!!

I honestly don’t know how I’ve reached this many followers, but I am grateful to every single one of you for reading my stories; your comments and support not only motivate me to write every day but it also inspires me more than I could ever put into words! 🥺💛 

Of course to celebrate this milestone, I will be doing a writing challenge!

For this challenge, I want you to send me in an ask with a prompt, a character and the genre for the story.The stories will be between 500-1500 words!  You can send in multiple asks!

Prompts you can send in:

Dialogue Prompts

Quotes

Tropes

Au’s

Song Lyrics

A scenario/ setting/ object

A Moodboard

A gif

Anything else any of you can think of  🤷🏼‍♀️😅

Characters I’ll write for: 

ANYONE from my masterlist

As well as: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger,  Newt Scamander, Fili, Kili, Bard,  Boromir, Legolas, Ahsoka Tano, Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Damon Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson

Genre: 

Angst

Fluff 

Smut 

Once again, thank you all so much for the support, I love you all!  💛

Tagging people who have supported me/ might be interested(There’s no pressure to take part but if you don’t want to take part, I’d really appreciate it if you’d reblog this):  

@xacatalepsyx @little-diable @rebelwrites @hotdamnhunnam @abadamn @barneswidow @miss-nori85 @xbreezymeadowsx @savior-adriana@flanagirl @darthwheezely @outer-banks-bitches @mrsnegan @heloisedaphnebrightmore @dumbassunderthemountain @amourtentiaa @elvish-sky @theweasleyslut @fweasleyswhore @iluvneganandjamie @wand3ringr0s3 @impala1967dwinchester @drabblewithfrannybarnes @drabbles-mc @gryffindors-weasley @cockslut-padalecki @loony-loopy-lupinn​ @fizzyxcustard​ @gwen-ever​

[ao3feed-harryginny]

you live or you die (you can never win)

by bluewhistlingthrush

'This year, to show that even the most powerful of the masses are powerless against the capitol, tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.’ Harry clutches his head, kneeling on the floor, trying not to cry, because after Hermione, Fred, his parents, he just fucking can't— Annabeth spends the day planning, locking away her emotions. They could flee, set sail to the distant lands once called Europe—but she knows in her gut that the Capitol won't let them escape, because of course, Snow wants her and Percy dead. Of course he does—everyone does. Newt’s first fear is that Tommy could be reaped—again—but then he comes to his senses and hopes against every fucking hope that it is Thomas’s name that Janson fishes out of that bowl, and then Newt could volunteer and die in that arena, make sure Tommy survived— Tris knows it’s going to be her. Her and Tobias, because they’re the only District One victors who’ve ever taken a stand against Snow— how she wishes she could stick her knife in that old fucking snake— In which the main characters of various book series are victors in different districts, and they’re all thrown into the third quarter quell together.

Words: 3080, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types, Divergent - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Annabeth Chase, Thomas (Maze Runner), Tris Prior, Percy Jackson, Newt (Maze Runner), Teresa Agnes, Piper McLean, Haymitch Abernathy, Jason Grace, Tobias Eaton, Coriolanus Snow, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley

Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Newt/Thomas (Maze Runner), Four | Tobias Eaton/Tris Prior, One-sided Piper McLean/Annabeth Chase, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, past Hermione granger/Luna lovegood

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Angst, Death, Unrequited Love, Hurt Some Comfort, All the fandoms are basically districts, MCs are thrown into the the Quarter Quell together, As Victors, Everyone lives a shitty life, I live to torture my favorites, This is not a Crackfic, it hurts, MCD because what do you expect, They're gonna die I warn you (you're not gonna like it if they live), Excessive use of --em dashes--, The Author Regrets Nothing

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3qlDqUa

[joyfulbeegaming]

I was wondering if you could just share a few words about each of the RO routes? Just like, which is angstier, which is slow burning VS quicker, etc etc? 👉👈👀

👀👀👀 (also, just a quick preface, this is not intended to be a story with a ton of angst or anything.  There might be some, especially relating to RO backstories, but this isn’t a dark story by nature, so any ‘angsty’ descriptors should be taken with a grain of salt) 

Jefferson: Sweet, easy, passionate; Jefferson’s route is about that easy sort of love where everything just seems to fall into place, like you were meant to be.  A fast-friends to lovers sort of route.

Merrill: Creating trust, gentle, acceptance; Merrill has some... deep-seated insecurities, and he doesn’t trust easily.  Not really angsty, but more a slow burn.  But, in my opinion, well worth it.

Clara: Fun, taking risks, exciting; Clara doesn’t think before leaping most days, and especially not with MC.  If they’re willing to go for it, she is.  Partners to lovers.

Modesty: Tenuous, building bridges, compromise; Modesty is a textbook rivals to lovers route, and MC will really have to work to break down her preconceptions.

Newt: Enthusiastic, breaking down barriers, surprisingly sweet; Newt is a cynical person by nature, so if MC actively tries to pursue him despite that, that means the world to him.

Max: New experiences, silly, curious; Max has never been in love before, and they’re very excited by this new thing happening!!  But you are going to have to actively seek them out.

~

But on a scale of ‘quick fall’ to ‘slow burn’, it’s probably:

Jefferson > Clara >> Max > Newt >>> Merrill = Modesty

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[gender-snatched]

Honestly my problem with Uprising isn't precursor!Newt it's that the movie in general sucks. I mean I don't like precursor!Newt but it's good angst. My main problems are the characters from the original movie missing, random people for mcs, not a single finished character arc, and newt ending up in the basement at the end

[writingfool001]

More Newt!MC angst

Leona: "Sometimes special people come into our lives, Stay for a bit then they have to go."

Cheka: "But that's sad!"

Leona, comforting Cheka: "It is, but the bit they were here was happy, wasn't it?"

Cheka: "Yeah, we caught a wild pig."

Leona hugged his nephew: "Maybe that makes it all worth."

[yourboyhack]

𝕃𝕚𝕒𝕞'𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Writings✒️

[ Fluff=🐏 , Angst=🦋, Hurt/comfort=🌦, Crack=🎱, lore timbits=🔮, drabble =📝, one shot=📖 ]

We walked a rocky path 📖

Blue Moon 📝🐏

Here's to all the mistakes I never made🌦🔮📖

A Birthday in Devildom📖🔮🐏

12:38AM 🌦📝

Couple Headcannons for Mammon and Liam🐏🔮

Love like you🐏📝

Figure out where we're goin' 🐏📝

Observed by the eye of time📝🦋(angsty-ish cause subject)

Asks and short headcanons✉️🔮

Life before the exchange program (keeping this here more for me)

Liam's night habit

Liammon HCs

Info timbits of Liam (in the tags)

Drawings✏️

Pirate event

Season 1 look

Season 3 look

Cuddling up to Cerberus at 3AM

Demon form(chibi style)

Liam and lil bit of Mamms Sketch dump

Couples costume with Mammon

Newt(Liam’s little sister) braiding Mammon's hair - Sister's keeper fanart

Liam and Milk in the forest

Liam as a catboy nyanbinary

Liam as a butler catboy

More outfits for Liam

20 prompt challenge masterlist📚🔮✏️[4/20, discontinued]

Incorrect Obey me quotes ft.Liam (shit that would happen but idk when or alt versions)🎱

1 , 2 , 3

Misc.🔮

Names of his phone contacts🎱

Liam contact name in others DDD🎱

Alignment chart

Meet my Mc template meme

Liam's personal playlist Polished Ver. + Messy Ver. (stuff I cut from the polished Ver.)

MammonxLiam playlist it's always growing and not organized

Ship meme in 5 min it took way longer💀

Piccrews

Old!Liam

Liammon ship meme + tag game

Moodboards

Liam gets vibe checked

Getting ready for Halloween 🎃

LiamxMammon 💚💛

Liam's main look for each season:

Pre-exchange program ,S1 , S2 , S3

Mc!Monday stuff📚

Prompts

Prompt 7 ,Liam sees his greatest dreams-🦋📖

picrews

2 , 3 , 6 , 8 , 9, 11

Mc!Monday Other

Liam’s playlist

Color pallet

Things other peeps have made for Liam and Milk (I'll treasure these intill the end of time💜)

Doodles from @/ into-the-devildom

Art commission of Milk from @/ imperialdelights

Art raffle win of Liam from @/ boozye

Writing commission from @/ into-the-devildom

Sheep folk Liam commission from @/imperialdelights

Writing commission + Moodboard for Liam from @/kitsune-oji

Art commission of Liam and scraggy from @/trashy-corvian

Drawing of Liam🥹 from @/amistytown

Holiday art commission from @/imperialdelights

Drawing of Vampire! Liam 🦇 from @/into-the-devildom

Liam and Mammon together >u< commission from @/avonyxx

Liam drawing from @/cryingsyren

Some notes for if you wanted to make something with Liam in it (TLDR:yes you can and I'd cry, please share it after I wanna see)

[adarafaelbarba]

Writing Challenge - Moodboards

It's almost time for the September writing challenge!

Although I've tried to make it as gender-neutral as possible, it's been kinda hard 😅 That being said, just because there's a man and a woman together in the picture doesn't mean you have to write a straight couple 😅 You can have two men together, two women, a non-binary couple. Relationships with more than two people (poly) is also allowed.

The idea is that you follow the theme of the square/moodboard, not that you've got to include everything in the board. A moodboard is a way to inspire you to write, so write what you took from the board(s) you choose 🥰

Remember: You can plot now, but no posting before September 1st! ❤️

There will be a winner, randomly picked, who’ll get a moodboard of their choosing, made by me 🥰 The winner will be picked the first week of October 🥰

The moodboards are posted in order of the rows on the board. And it goes left to right/top to bottom)

Row 1 Row 2 Row 3 Row 4 Row 5

(set up inspired by @thatesqcrush ’s Bingo introduction set up)

Rules under readmore

here are some rules:

It’ll start on September 1st, 2021 and end on September 30th, 2021

Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo

Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

MCU:

Any of the Avengers is fine 🥰

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

How He Loves - Eventually

Barbatos x MC | Song fic

How He Loves Series | Brothers Masterlist | Datables Masterlist

Inspiration ~ Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

Description: Barbatos stands and watch MC fall in love with another. Until he gets the courage to (possibly) change his future.

Warnings: angst, fluff ending

Barbatos stood next to Diavolo as they waited for the second human transfer student. Idle chit chat was heard as the human appeared, unlike Solomon, this human was far more attractive in Barbatos' eyes.

Everyone was quickly introduced, leaving the butler for last. Slowly MC looks at him and greets him, and he feels a knot tighten in his stomach. His heart races as he reaches for their hand, expecting to see an endless array of futures where the two of them live happily together. But as he shakes the humans hands he can only see universe after universe where they are in love with everyone else but him.

He sighs and his smile falters before becoming flawless once again. He must resign himself to a background character in MC's life. No matter how much he wants to change it.

Weeks pass by while Barbatos tries to focus on his duties. These weeks would have been easy, if it were not for the fact that every week is ended with a Student Council Meeting where MC present.

The Meetings were great for Lord Diavolo, as he could use them to gauge the human's happiness during their stay, but the meetings were torture for Barbatos as he would be forced to watched how Mammon fixates on MC.

This fixation would not meerly consist of Mammon's attention, oh no. It included subtle touches that did not go unnoticed by Barbatos, little kisses MC would give Mammon when they thought no one was looking, and the worst part was the longing gazes the two would share. With each touch and gaze between the pair Barbatos could feel his heart twist in pain and a dull ache set in. He wished that could be him.

Today's meeting was the same. Barbatos stood at Diavolo's right hand, forced to watch MC and Mammon's actions, but there was a slight change. Mc's gaze was no longer on the white haired demon next to them, but on Barbatos, in turn making his heart flutter.

"Oh! Barbatos, I heard that you are the one who made that Newt Fire Soup at Lord Diavolo's last dinner party. I really enjoyed it and I was wondering if I could have the recipe?"

Why would they need a recipe when Barbatos was more than willing to make it for them whenever they wished. but if he said that, he would be overstepping his boundaries.

"I could teach you how to make it, if you would like."

Why did he say that? He was supposed to say he would write out the recipe for them, not offer cooking lessons. It wasn't his place to be in MC's life, not to mention all the cleaning and paperwork he has to do every day, but his mouth moved without his brain's permission.

"Thank you, Barbatos!" As MC squealed as the smile on their face grew. "I am free to come by the castle tomorrow after school."

Screw his other duties, he can't say no to their smile. "That would be perfect, MC."

"See you then!" And with that MC runs out of the meeting hall with Mammon in toe. Once the pair ran off, all the other Council Members quietly left until there was only Diavolo and Barbatos remaining.

Diavolo's voice cuts the silence in the room after everyone had left. "I didn't know your schedule was so open tomorrow." Without looking, Barbatos could tell that he had a smirk plastered on his lips.

"It isn't My Lord, I just thought it was impertanent to keep our transfer student happy." Diavolo stared at his butler.

"Well, you have fun keeping MC happy, and no funny business in the kitchen." Diavolo spoke as he walked out of the meeting room. A hot blush rushed up to Barbatos' face. Diavolo definitely saw through his lie.

The time finally comes for Barbatos to teach MC how to make Newt Fire Soup. In the beginning, he mainly focused on giving instructions, but slowly, his eyes began to wander and gaze upon MC. Oh, how he loved the determination on their face as they stirred.

The soup cooked quite quickly, much to Barbatos's dismay. "So that is all for the recipe?"

Barbatos was disheartened that she sounded so happy to be done, "Not exactly, a good chef must taste their dish before it is served." As he spoke, his nimble fingers grabbed a spoonful of the soup and held it out for MC to try.

Without missing a beat MC gently held his hand in place and tried their dish. In that moment, Barbatos saw it. His sliver of hope. A single timeline where MC was his.

He saw them cooking this exact recipe, but instead of ending in tasting the soup, it ended in a sweet kiss.

As MC let go of Barbatos' hand, he lost his vision, and the rowdy second-born from the House of Lamentations appeared.

"Oi, MC, I have been waiting outside of the castle for an hour. Are ya done yet?"

"Yep! Just finished! Thank you so much Barbatos for teaching me. I am sure everyone at the House of Lamentations will love this for dinner."

Barbatos was stunned with a content smile on his face as the pair ran out. Now that he knew he had a chance to be with MC, he just had to figure out which timeline was the right one.

Tag List:

@obeythebutler

A/N: I wanted to make this so much longer... let me know if want a part 2.

[simpmeon]

Red: The Fall

Pairing: Any Demon Brother x Gender Neutral MC, Diavolo x Gender Neutral MC Genre: Angst Word Count: 1.65k Rating: R Warnings: Alcohol // Drugs // Depression // Overdose // Blood

The Fall // Rebirth // Betrayal // Companions // Revenge

Your back and skin felt as if they were on fire, as if you were a comet crashing to Earth. Speaking of Earth and the human world, the blurring of the cities as you continued your descent threw you for a loop. Are you still dreaming? Why does this feel so painfully real? 

When asked about your favorite moments in life, you always recall the year that you spent down in Devildom with seven brothers. Each one more lovable than the last, each one unique and special to you in your own way. There was one in particular who always had your heart...the one who would pepper you with soft kisses in the morning after a never ending night of intimacy. How he would wrap his arms around your waist and whisper the dirtiest things into your ears to see you get all worked up, followed by a giggle and a bunch of kisses to make up for it. How you would spend almost every waking moment with them and each moment was filled with sunlight, despite the never ending night of Devildom. He would go on and on about how you were his and how he wanted to spend every waking moment with you for the rest of eternity. He even gave you a ring that you vowed never to take off until you two saw each other again and could get married for real. That goodbye was one of the hardest moments of your life, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder still fresh in your memory.

When you moved back home, you tried to keep up with him. For almost four years you sent him message after message after message and at first they messages were frequent and filled to the brim with all the love you had for each other back in the Devildom. Soon though the messages became less frequent, and the empty feeling in your stomach you would feel waking up to an empty side of the bed grew more and more frequent. 

You tried to have a normal life after that year, key word tried. Your college life was exceedingly boring now that there were no hands swatting at you to pay attention or to steal your homework to scribble the answers on their own piece of paper, lest they forgot to do the assignment the night before. There were no parties where you would be swaying with some of the deadliest men in the three realms, no extravagant galas, and most importantly being that there was no way to get Hellfire Newt Soup after a particular rough day of studying with your favorite demon. Your world seemed so dull considered to the Devildom. Who knew you would miss seeing the stars at any time of day, the entire city glowing with neon signs and moonlight, or the unique flora and fauna that looked crazy at first but grew on you, your doting boyfriend constantly sweeping you up in his arms whenever you would get too close to anything harmful. 

With each thought of him and his brothers, the empty feeling in your body grew more and more. You wanted to be wrapped up in his arms again, to feel his lips on your skin once more. You started to turn to vices to try to fill the empty space. They always were just a temporary fix. Every swig of alcohol, every puff of smoke exiting lips, every high you chased would all be futile in the end of trying to sustain the pain. You would sometimes think about sating the ache you have for physical touch, but for the past four years, the thought of anyone else touching you made you sick to your stomach. Even when you felt the fire dimming on your relationship, you always remained loyal to him. Always had his ring around your neck and always kissed it goodnight in hopes he would feel the contact. In your heart you hoped he would be the same, the other brothers always there to offer their support whenever you would pester them with questions about how he has been and to ask them to tell him to message you back. 

However, those messages too became to feel few and farther in between. You hated to think about it, but you knew in your heart that they probably are forgetting about you little by little. Your favorite brother, the one you fell so hopelessly in love with, messages you probably three times a month now. Never more than two or three sentences about how his day went and how much he missed and loved you. You clung unto every word he said and took them to heart. 

Soon the thoughts about how much you wanted to see them again grew more and more. Your therapist refused to give you medication anymore because of how often you would abuse them. Your vices were starting to make the hole bigger and deeper, the high you have grown to love now filled with nothing but anxiety and mental breakdowns. You would go to work hungover and half awake, and your grades slipped so bad you were now on academic probation. Your apartment was littered with piles of empty to go boxes and three week old dishes piled high in the sink. You would cry into your covers, screaming for him. You longed for him to wrap you up in his arms and to hold you, to tell you everything would be okay and that he loved you more than anything else in the worlds. At times like these you would turn to Solomon and Simeon, hell even Diavolo and Barbatos would get your messages of ranting in the middle of the night. Each one of them loved you more than anything, but your own thoughts kept you from replying to their now opened messages thinking that you were nothing but a nuisance to them. 

On your last night as a human, you were broken, completely shattered and feeling a multitude of feelings that you have not felt in years. Your eyes were red from the constant crying, your skin raw and bleeding from the scratches you would give yourself in a weak attempt of feeling alive, your throat burning from the alcohol you just drank. Your hands were shaking and your mouth was obscenely dry from the constant smoking. You looked down at the almost empty bottle in your hands and continued to drink and drink and drink until you wiped out all the alcohol in your apartment. You smoked all your drugs and your arms had blood caked on them from all the scratching. Stumbling, you took yourself to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a shell of the human you once were. You were once praised amongst beings from all three of the realms for your good looks....and now look at you. You don't remember much after that glance at your reflection besides darkness. You assumed at the time that you you just passed out from your body giving out and would wake up on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor the next morning. 

However, that was not the case. Instead you woke up to bright light and the sound of chirping birds. The trees that overhung the pathway you were standing on were shading you in vibrant shades of green, the leaves appearing to shine golden with the sunlight. You shaded your eyes and sat up, your normal hoodie and sweatpants now replaced with a white cloak. Around your neck, reflecting the light, was the ring that your favorite demon gave you. Looking at the piece of gold you were flooded with all the good memories the two of you shared together...but they were soon replaced with sadness. You laughed to yourself about how your mind was playing a cruel trick on you again, how cruel to dream of somewhere so beautiful and full of light whenever you were feeling nothing but darkness. Birds began twirling above your head flitting to and fro in the suns warm rays, gently pecking at you as if trying to lead you further down the path. You decided to follow them down the pathway and take in your surroundings. Something about this world felt familiar to you....as if you had dreamt of this place or visited before. You watched the birds with a small smile as they would flit about, leading you further down the path. 

That’s when you noticed Simeon and Luke picking apples from the trees and putting them into baskets. You felt your heart rate pick up as you ran faster and faster towards them, a smile spread across your face for the first time in years as you picked up speed to jump on them. You screamed their names and they looked at you with confusion at first, but when they saw you their eyes lit up abandoning their baskets to try to meet you in the middle. You could feel the tears flowing down your cheeks and you reached out to grab them when they did the same...

But the ground gave way beneath you. You barely brushed Simeon’s fingertips before you were falling from the Celestial Realm. The sudden lack of oxygen seared your throat as you tried to breathe as you descended. Your back and skin felt as if they were on fire, as if you were a comet crashing to Earth. Speaking of Earth and the human world, the blurring of the cities as you continued your descent threw you for a loop. Are you still dreaming? Why does this feel so painfully real? 

You wanted to scream with agony with each passing second, the falling never seeming to end. Your head was pounding with such ferocity and your back felt as if it was tearing itself to pieces. The pain you felt in your fingers could only be described as them breaking into a million pieces and your mouth began to bleed, yet you could not do a thing about it. The only thing you could do was shut your eyes and hope that you would not arrive at your destination too broken.