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Finding You (Part Two of ??)

Hello again! I'm back with the second installment of my new series, Finding You, which was previously Untitled. If you want to be tagged when I update this series, just comment below :)

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In this part, we finally get to Satan and what he's been doing during all this. It's not really a happy chapter. You have been warned.

I think it's important to note that I am American. In this part, there is a funeral. Since I don't know much about other cultures or religions way of holding funerals, I just wrote what I know (and that's very little actually. I've only been to two full funerals. I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have). Feel free to change the story up in your head to match your own funerary customs.

As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and help me endure the torture that is typing up this story from my notebook 😒 I also tried to make sure the editing on here was good. Any DM's for typos or things that didn't make sense are appreciated so I can fix them (please be kind though 🙂 ). I did write some of the funeral disjointed on purpose, trying to recreate how I was feeling when I attended the funerals I did.

Tags (for you lovely people <3 ): @obey-me-trashshshshsh, @naimena

F! MC/ Satan

Word count: 3,195

Warnings/triggers: ANGST!, description of funeral, loosing someone dear to you, some violence at the end though nothing too graphic (he is the avatar of wrath after all)

Satan had felt when Mc died. His pact mark had begun to glow and heat up. A terrible rending feeling in his chest, then… Nothing. He couldn’t move, fear completely paralyzing him. No, it couldn’t be…

Then he heard Mammon scream. Then Asmo. Then Levi. Soon, the whole House of Lamentation was filled with wailing. Satan scrambled for his D.D.D, hurriedly dialing Mc. No, no, no, no, no. He had just talked to her. She’d been fine.

“Hi! This is Mc. I can’t get to the phone-”

“No… No, no, no, NO!” Satan screamed, throwing his phone at the wall. Satan sunk to his knees in a sobbing heap.

The brothers never got an answer to what exactly had happened to Mc. Diavolo had confirmed she had passed, but he couldn’t get any details since she hadn’t been sent to the Devildom. He had managed to find out when and where the funeral would be, if they wanted to go. They would only be able to attend the graveside service though, since the viewing was being held in a church.

Each brother attended the graveside service. Satan stood stoically as the casket was brought out of the hearse. He was wondering if he would be able to get Asmo to charm everyone in attendance so he’d be able to see her face one last time, when he felt his brothers all shifting around uncomfortably. He realized the religious figure he’d tuned out was quoting scripture at the congregation, promises that Mc was now in the hands of God. He decided to tune him out again. Then the casket was being lowered. He had to be physically restrained from going out and pulling her out as the first fistfuls of dirt were being thrown on the casket. How could they do that to her? A voice murmured a reminder that she was gone, and they were just saying goodbye. Well, he needed to say goodbye too. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

Next thing Satan knew, he was at the corner of the grave, a flower he’d had a death grip on since they had started out from the Devildom in his hand. Her favorite. A shiny wood box met his eyes from 6 feet below. Was she really there? He couldn’t feel her presence from his pact mark. Where was she? When was he going to wake up?

The other demon lords watched their brother loose the fight with his emotions. He sobbed, falling on his haunches. Six hands found a part of Satan to touch, tears in their eyes as well.

“It’s time ta let ‘er go,” Mammon’s stuffy voice came from next to him. Satan looked over to find Mammon had removed his sunglasses. His eyes and face were wet.

“I… I don’t think I can,” Satan stated, tears falling freely.

“I know. I know,” Mammon said, pulling his brother in for a hug. Each of the rest of the brothers joined in the hug, pulling the fourth and second born up with them. After a bit, they all let go, moving forward to give Mc their own token and say their last words. When Belphie had finished, Lucifer put his hand on Satan’s shoulder.

“Mc’s waiting for her flower,” Lucifer said, gesturing towards the grave. Satan nodded, and walked forward. He fiddled with the stem for a second, trying to find the words to say, “Mc… Huh, I don’t actually know what to say… I guess, I… I thought I’d find some way to be with you forever. I never thought… I’ve never felt anything like you before Mc, and I don’t think I ever will again… Please… Please, if it’s possible, come back to me. Please,” he uttered as he dropped the flower onto the casket, and walked back to his brothers. He knew everyone was looking at him, confused and curious through their sorrow. They all stayed until the end of the funeral, when Satan turned to Lucifer, “I think it might be time to go.”

“If you’re sure, that would probably be the smartest course of action,” Lucifer nodded, the humans looking questioningly at the demons. The religious man from earlier was actually making his way towards them.

“I’ll visit her later when there aren’t so many people around,” Satan stated as he started walking. The brothers exchanged looks before following him.

The next couple months were quiet at the House of Lamentation. The brothers did the bare minimum required to keep the household going. They were all absent from RAD and Lucifer even took some time off from the endless amount of paperwork he usually did, to grieve. Mc may have been dating Satan, but the rest of the brothers loved her too, and missed her greatly. The only time the brother’s saw Satan was when he was raiding the fridge, finally giving into his stomach pleading for food. He still managed to look somewhat put together, though his eyes were dead and haunted. He had retreated so far into his mind if one of them managed to get him to acknowledge their presence they counted it as a win. He was a shell of himself, and everyone was worried.

Time marches on though, and life slowly returned to normal. One day, Lucifer had gone to RAD and come home with some random paperwork that needed to be done. Another, Asmo was going out to update his wardrobe because his was terribly behind the trends. Each brother found their own way of coping. Beel eventually asked if they could all have family dinner again. They all actually made an appearance, though Satan left once he was done eating.

Though he wasn’t doing well, Satan had been visiting Mc’s grave at least once a week if not more. Lucifer had granted him access to the portal indefinitely, a gesture of kindness that did not go unnoticed. At first he just cried quietly at her grave, not able to produce a coherent sentence. It slowly evolved into him reading her her favorite books or some snatch of poetry that reminded him of her. Eventually he was able to talk freely as he once had. Sometimes it was a mixture of the three. His brothers never saw him cry though. Since Mc had been the only one that seemed to truly understand his feelings, she was the only one allowed to see him cry. Through this self therapy, Satan started to heal. He started sitting in the common room with his brothers in the evening, or snorting at some joke that had been thrown around the table at dinner.

As the years passed, Satan would still visit Mc’s grave, though the frequency dropped. He slowly learned to deal with his sorrow, just like he had with love when he’d first fallen for Mc. It was much harder, his wrath often informing his depression. She became his support again, even if she wasn’t able to respond to help him through his feelings. He always visited on her birthday, bringing her a bouquet of flowers and some small piece of literature, art or playing her some music.

One year, while reading her some Shakespeare, someone came up behind him, “She appreciates it. I know she does.”

Satan stopped reading instantly, whipping around to see a woman who looked quite a lot like Mc, “Excuse me?”

“Coming to see her every year. You have great taste in art by the way,” the woman said, sitting down besides Satan, looking fondly but sadly at the headstone.

“Um, thank you. May I ask who you are?”

“Only if I can ask you the same thing,” the woman responded, smiling at him wryly. The look was so similar to one Mc would give him, he found himself instantly trusting this woman, “I’m S… Stan,” he answered, giving the nickname Mc come up with, when he had asked if he’d ever be able to meet her family. She’d laughed when she'd thought of it, saying she could never introduce him as Satan.

“Stan? I was wondering. She met you when she took that trip out of the country right?”

“Yeah… Did she tell you about me?”

“Oh, you want me to remember that far back? Hmm… I seem to remember her talking about how smart you are, “She chuckled, her eyes far away, “I remember one time, I went in to talk to her and she was furiously reading some book. When I asked what she was reading she told me she couldn’t talk to me right then, needing to catch up to where you were in the story. It was a silly little moment, but she looked so determined… I do know she was in love with you. Though she only really told me about you shortly before she died, I remember the look in her eyes when she talked about you. Telling me about how drawn she was the moment she laid eyes on you. You know what a romantic she was. As her Mother, you can guess how excited I was to meet you, especially after watching her get her heart broken before... You’re exactly her type, you know. Tall, blonde, smart. She was even thinking of introducing you to us. Then it happened.”

Satan didn’t realize the tears were flowing until she looked over and wiped a tear away. She continued, “I was disappointed when I didn’t see anyone that matched your description during the viewing. I don't know what kept you, but I am glad you made it for the casket lowering. I was surprised to see your brothers though, if that's who they were. You all look so different… Anyways, I’m sure she would've loved the intrigue you brought to her service. A handsome stranger, distraught at the thought of life without her. She always did love big, dramatic displays of affection.”

“You remember me from the funeral?”

“Who could forget? It became a topic of conversation in our family once we could all talk about her without crying. Who was that blonde guy? Why wasn’t he at the viewing? Who were the other men he was with? Did she secretly get married while she was out of the country? So many theories, each one more ludicrous then the last. It seems her best friend and I were the only ones to connect the dots as to your identity.”

“Ah. I’m a little embarrassed now,” Satan admitted sheepishly.

“Don’t be. I was extremely bitter after the funeral for a long time. How could my beautiful daughter be taken away from me? Parents were never meant to outlive their kids. I’ve never understood the reason people take photographs at funerals. Most of the time, there’s so much makeup caked onto the body they’re almost unrecognizable. There’s a photo of you from the funeral I actually saved though. You’re looking at the casket with such a look of longing and loss, just waiting for her to come back to you. That photo actually brought me a lot of peace after she was gone. Your look perfectly encapsulated how I felt at the time. It also helped me to know she was able to know that much love before she left. I never want you to feel embarrassed for showing that kind of love to my daughter.”

" She is and always will be the only one for me.”

Mc’s mother laughed, “Oh, you’re still young and quite handsome. You’ll find someone else. In fact, you don’t look like you’ve aged a day from the first time I saw you. You must’ve made some kind of deal with the devil,” she joked.

“Ah. Very funny. Yes. A deal with the devil. Haha.”

Mc's mother looked at him, slightly concerned, "Well, it seems I've made things awkward. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to leave on my behalf,” Satan protested.

“It’s alright. I live close by, and I come and visit fairly often. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. Good night, Stan”

“Good night, and… thank you.”

Mc’s mother smiled at him and walked away.

“Well, Mc, I guess I have your mother’s approval now,” Satan joked, turning back to his Shakespeare.

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“Remind me why we’re here again,” Satan said, only slightly interested in the antics Mammon was trying to drag him into.

“Tryin’ to get some sucker… er, customer ta part with their Grimm, obviously,” Mammon explained, leaning back in his chair and turning to face Satan and Belphie.

“What does that have to do with us?” Belphie mumbled, eyes more closed than open.

“Well, everythin’! You two are super smart, so I need ya ta…” As Mammon continued talking, Satan wondered, not for the first time, if Mammon actually ever intended to make money with his schemes, or if he had simply found a way to work through his sin without causing too many problems. He had to understand how likely his plans were to fail… Right?

A bump on his shoulder announced Belphie had fallen asleep. Since Mc had helped him work through some of the trauma he had held onto since Lilith’s death, Belphie had gotten comfortable with his brothers again, growing especially close with Satan, their mutual dislike of Lucifer giving them something to bond over. When Mc had died, Satan had found Belphie to be the most supportive of his brothers. Though they'll lost had lost Lilith, Satan had found Belphie the most sympathetic to what he was going through.

“Oi! Listen when I’m talkin’ ta ya! Ya both younger than me, so you shouldn't really show me more respect.”

Belphie lifted his head, and rolled his eyes, “Mammon, do you really want me to do you a favor? How about this? Maybe, don’t explain how you’re going to con people in front of those you want to con.”

Mammon looked around worriedly, finally noticing the glares he was getting, before rounding on Belphie, “I was just explainin’ the plan ta ya and Satan cuz ya both asked again! If ya didn’ wan’ an explanation, ya shouldn’ have asked!”

Belphie was about to retort, when he got a self satisfying smirk, “Oh, dearest big brother, looks like you’ve got your first customer.”

Mammon went pale, turning around slowly to find a demon about as tall as Lucifer staring Mammon down, obviously angry.

Very interested in how Mammon was going to worm his way out of this one, Satan turned to say something to Belphie when he caught sight of a familiar hat.

“Belphie, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn’t that Luke?”

“Hmm? You mean the chihuahua?... Oh, I think it is. Why do you suppose he’s here? I never heard we were getting any visitor."

"It's a little terrifying just how much you know. You're like Asmo that way."

"It's not my fault everyone just assumes I'm sleeping while they're talking."

"Belphie, you know enough, I think you store information while you're asleep."

"Huh… I'd never thought of that before… Who’s that other angel with him?”

“I don’t know… She kinda looks familiar though, don’t you think?”

Belphie looked over at him, arching an eyebrow, “Do you know any angels younger than Luke?”

“Well, no, but… She just looks so familiar.”

“I guess… Hey, you’re missing Mammon squirm.”

“You watch and enjoy. I’m going to go talk to them,” Satan said, clearly distracted, as he got up out of his seat.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a large body planted itself in front of Satan. The demon was tall, but so was Satan. He was able to look him right in the eyes.

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re with the guy that was going to scam us right?”

“You were actually going to fall for his scheme? Really? Well, the first step to getting the help you need is admitting you have a problem. Now, move. I’ve got places to be.”

“Not so fast Princess. You’re not getting away that easy,” the demon put out his hand and grabbed Satan’s shirt.

Satan looked down at the offending hand, and then at the demon, his horns already starting to sprout, “I’d suggest you unhand me if you want to keep your kneecaps.”

The demon laughed, a cocky smile on his face, “Ya think just cuz you’re an elite ya can take me? What makes you so special huh? Ya just think ya so great, just because ya pretty. Am I right?”

The rest of Satan’s demon form appeared, his eyes glowing, a menacing aura surrounding him, “No. I know I can take you because I’m the Avatar of Wrath. Maybe, if you weren’t such a dunce you’d have noticed that,” and with that Satan grabbed his hand in a bone crushing grip. The demon started yowling, trying to twist out of his grasp. It only made Satan increase the pressure. He leaned in right next to the demon’s ear, “Next time you pick a fight, understand who you’re dealing with first.”

He swept the demon’s legs out from under him, and put him in a wrist lock submission hold. The demon was now yelling for mercy, desperately trying to break Satan’s hold. Satan looked around to see if he could still see Luke, but realized quickly that wasn’t going to be possible. Both of his brother’s were currently dismantling whatever demon had decided to pick a fight with them. The rest of the area had erupted into chaos, most demon’s running away. No one wanted to be around when one of the Avatar’s were fighting, much less three! A couple idiots were trying to get in on their fight though.

Sighing, Satan leaned down again, “Well, well, well. Looks like you’re losing your kneecaps today.”

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Satan muttered to himself, picking up bits of trash that had been left by the fleeing demons. Because of his involvement in the fight, he had to clean up the entire park. Trying to explain to Lucifer he'd been trying to walk away apparently didn't help when you'd put five demons in the hospital before he'd shown up to stop you.

“Well, Lucifer, if you could’ve just kept your cool, you’d still be prancing around with Simeon and Michael up in the Celestial Realm, making friendship bracelets, painting each other little rocks and braiding each other’s hair as you giggle about how… Huh?” Satan crouched down, noticing a small foot peeking out from a pile of leaves. Moving around to the other side of the pile, he saw it was the small angel that had been with Luke.

Up close, the feeling he'd met her before was even stronger. She looked so familiar, but he knew he’d never seen her before. The youngest angel he’d ever met was Luke. Maybe she was from the foggy memories of Lucifer’s he still had? That was forever ago though. She should've grown up quite a bit by now...

His musings were interrupted as the small angel moving. She winced as she sat up, holding her head, “Wha… What happened? Luke? Where are you?, then noticing Satan, “Oh, hello there. I’m sorry, but could you help me find my big brother?”

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niall-talk · 6 years

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Love Destination (3)

A/N: sorry this took a while to get out to you all. I had to adult and worked on it while I could. I have only read over this once so please over look any grammar or typos. Enjoy!!!💜💜💜

Your pov

You danced in the wet sand with Niall and laughed loudly through most of it. You blamed the fruity little umbrella drinks for that. It was fun being there with him even if it was crap circumstances that caused it to happen.

“So why didn't you tell anyone that I was there two days before the almost wedding?” You blamed this question on the alcohol also.

“Don't know. Guess I didn't want to share ya with them.” He shrugged. “I hadn't seen ya in so long. Just wanted to be with ya and catch up.”

“You didn't even tell her though? Why wouldn't you tell her?” You were confused. You knew that she wouldn't want to take your time away from him.

“Uhh well,” he scratched the back of his head. “Honestly she was kind of jealous of you. Anytime I would tell her you were going to be in town she would get all twisted up, and come up with something we needed to do.”

You were taken aback with that realization. “So she was the reason we missed out on seeing each other?” You already hated her for what she did to him. Now with this bit of information you really did hate her. “So how did she find out you were with me before the wedding?”

“I had told Deo and Willie. I guess one of her friends over heard and went runnin’ to her.” He turned to face you, “I'm not sorry about it. Kind of glad we did it. Found out she didn't trust me. If we would have been married and she left me,” he blew out a whistle.

“All we did was hit up a few pubs and talk about growing up on the road. Maybe wrote a couple horrible alcohol induced songs. It's not like we were sneaking around having an affair.” You were getting more and more flustered as you talked about it.

“One more reason I didn't tell her you were there. She tried to not invite you at all.” He looked away from you to the ocean.

“Excuse me? Did you just say she wasn't going to invite your best friend,” you paused to let it sink in. “And you still thought it was a good idea to stay with and marry her? That don't sound like the Niall I know.” You could feel your pulse pounding in your earlobes. Your cheeks heated up with anger. You knew part of it was at her, but a lot of it was him now.

“I know I know. But I told her that if you were not on the list that I wouldn't be there.” He tried to smooth things over. “You know I wouldn't leave you out of something that big in my life.”

“That's not the point Niall.” You took a step away from him. “The point is that she was a vapid bitch and I tried to tell you the first time I met her. Yet you stayed with her. You were going to marry her. You knew I didn't like her and she didn't want your best friend there for one of the biggest days of your life. All of this and you were still going to marry her.” You didn't wait for his response before you stormed away toward the ville that was just barely insight.

Niall called out your name as he jogged to catch up with you. “I know you can't see it from where I stood but she was good. She did fit into my life easily. We hardly had any arguments, and she didn't pay any attention to all the social media attention good or bad. She didn't react to all the gossip articles about me being seen out with other girls.”

“One question Niall,” you stopped just outside the villa. “Who picked out the ring?”

“She did. Why?” His eyebrows furrowed together.

“That's why she didn't care and why she didn't want me around. She was more worried about the money and the glitz and glamour of being with you. She didn't give a damn about you or she wouldn't have ended it like she did. If she cared even a fraction about you like I do she would have talked to you. Did she? No she wrote you a Dear John letter to me.” Your voice was loud and harsh. “Has she even tried to contact you to see how you are? I bet she hasn't. I would almost put money on it that she is planning to do an exclusive with one of those trash magazines.”

Niall was speechless, but his face was red and you could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. You turned from him and slammed the door shut behind you.

You were so angry with him. Why couldn't he see that she was never the one for him? Nobody would ever care about him like you did. Nobody would look out for him like you. “Oh my god,” you whispered. Nobody would ever love him like you did.

Niall pov

What in the hell just happened? You had no idea what happened or what to even do about it. You were upset, she was obviously irate right now. You had known her long enough to know she needed time to calm down. Yeah that would have been the right thing to do, but damn it you were the one that was left at the altar. You were the one that was left there like a loser to face the crowd and tell them there would be no wedding. You were the one that had the right to be pissed off. True Irish pride took over and you stormed inside the villa. The villa you were meant to spend your honeymoon in.

“What in the hell was all that?” Your voice raised in volume as you stomped through the open living area. “Why are you mad at me?” You paused for a moment your face and ears burned with anger.

Y/N just looked at you. She took to long to answer. Her eyes darted over your features. She looked shocked or scared. You couldn't really tell. “Well go on. You didn't have any problem lettin’ me have what for out there.”

Y\N's eyes instantly went wet. She shook her head and made a quick exit. Now you really didn't know what to do. You were still mad, but now you were confused. You did what you knew best. You left and walked back to the resort.

You sat at the bar nursing a pint watching the basketball game on the tv in front of you. You really were not in the mood for this. You had been there for just over an hour and still nursing your first beer. This really was not sorting out anything. The guy working the bar asked what was weighing you down.

“Trust me you don't want to know,” you scoffed at the situation. You having female issues with not one but two and the bartender asking what's wrong.

“Maybe you're right, but you never know till you ask.” He placed a fresh beer in front of me. “I served you that one about and hour ago. I know it has to taste like piss water by now.”

“Cheers mate,” you thanked him because he was right. So I guess you hear a lot of storied working here yeah?” He suddenly had my attention.

“Yep heard a few and told a few.” He looked you over the winked as he asked, “who is she?”

You sputtered a little of your drink. “What?” You tried to play it off. What makes you think that?”

The older gentleman slapped the bar and let out a chuckle. “Son I've been doing this a long time. I just know. So you have a fight with your girl?”

“She's not my girlfriend.” You told this stranger what happened over the past four days. “So she yelled all that at me and slammed the door. When I went inside to have my say she started to cry or something and left the room. I didn't know what to say or do. That's how I ended up here.”

“Alright kid that is a mess you got. Go back tell her sorry for yelling at her, but she has to understand it is your life and your mistake to make and learn from.” He sounded like he knew this from experience.

You thanked him for his time and advice. You finished the drink and paid for the two you had. You signed the slip and left him a hefty tip. “Son I don't charge for advice.” He tried to get you to change the amount, but you refused. “Well let me give you another bit of advice. Love is not something you fall into by accident. It is a destination that you eventually find yourself at before you know it.” With a wink and a head nod he walked away to help the next lost cause.

Your pov

You had no idea what to do now. You flew off the handle yelling at him. You didn't know you had all that pent up frustration in you. You felt bad for taking it all out on him. Now you were in the beautiful villa all alone. Niall had stormed out and you didn't have a clue where he was, but you had not worked up the nerve to call him. The sun had started to set and you felt that your world and happiness were going down with it.

You weren't sure which Niall you were going to get when he came back. You prayed for a forgiving Niall. You couldn't stand the thought of him being angry at you. That led to you worst fear and that was losing him. He had been a big part of your life and you knew that was a hole that would never be filled.

You decided to distract yourself from the direction that your thoughts were headed. You went to the kitchen and rummaged the place for something to fix for dinner.

The fully stocked fridge and cabinets had what you needed to fix shrimp carbonara. You set to work preparing the meal. Music flowed from your phone from your laid back playlist.

As the garlic bread you placed in the oven toasted you set the table for two. You hoped that he would be home soon.

You had plated the food and poured the wine for two. The plates in your hand to be placed on the awaiting table you were distracted by the view of the sun. It was just about to disappear into the sea; taking your hopes with it. With shaky hands you nearly dropped the dishes before you sat them safely on the table.

You fell into your seat with your head buried in your hands. The palm of your hands dug into your eyes as you felt the tears build up again. That's when you heard the door open. You tried to sort yourself out the best you could. “Hey you're back,” your voice cracked and gave away that you had been crying.

#niall horan #why am i like this #niall fic #non smut #anon request #thank you anon #niall left at the altar #emotions i dont like them

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