#the mc is going to die in the end; so why even bother?

[magicalgirlagency]

Besides Oshi no Ko, my other biggest mistake was to believe that The Witch From Mercury was a Magical Girl series.

[beelsbignaturals]

HoL and their preferred cuddling styles?

AN: omg posting twice a day look at me go! I WAS gonna queue this but I have no patience sometimes. Also lmk if anyone is interested in a part two with the undateables!

😴SNUGGLY DEMONS💗

Lucifer wants to be the little spoon so damn bad but would rather die than admit it. Please just hold him. If you can ignore his grumbles of "Honestly, MC, I am not a child!" One of two things will happen. Either you let go, to which Luci will respond with an indignant. "I didn't say you could stop." Or if you are a little more persistent, after a small huff, Lucifer will relax in your arms. Regardless, you will have an all-powerful demon melting into your embrace by the end of it. He also enjoys when you plop yourself down on his lap while he deals with another never-ending mountain of paperwork. Don't worry, he's happy to work around you if you just promise to stay. It makes the long hours much more tolerable. 

Mammon loves resting his head on you, using your body as a pillow. Doesn't matter if it's your chest, thighs, stomach, or shoulder. You are the great Mammon's personal headrest. That is your sole purpose in life. Why does he like it so much? Well, aside from the fact it usually leads to your hands gently massaging his scalp, it also means he only has to tilt his head just a little to press a quick kiss to your skin. If you do the same, laying your head against him while watching a movie or just in general, Mammon will probably freeze for a moment before his hands find themselves in your hair. 

Leviathan is way too embarrassed and also just overwhelmed by physical contact at first. If you want any hope of something that resembles cuddling before you have managed to convince Levi you're not pretending to be into him as a joke, you will need to initiate. Try linking your arm through his while he is playing on his NintenDevil Switch. He'll short-circuit but recover when you say you just want to watch him play. He can only handle so much tactile stimulation before he taps out and needs to lay in the dark for 1-3 business days to recharge so please just… when he shakes you off without blushing and stuttering that's your cue to listen. Once Levi is comfortable enough with you to sleep in either your room or his bedtub, you become his replacement body pillow. Sometimes, he will subconsciously wrap his tail around you in his sleep.

Satan tends to sit in strange positions while reading so honestly, just… wherever you can fit. Find a way to squeeze into his arms without blocking the book, and you're golden. He's upside-down with his legs over the back of the couch? Lay your head on his stomach. Sitting like some sort of contortionist? Wrap your arms around him from behind. Sitting like a normal person for once? That is an invitation, my friend! It's his way of saying, "Get over here and cuddle me now or else." He tends to stay up late reading so… if you are the type to cuddle at night, I will pray for your poor spine.

Asmodeus loves you, but he needs space. Beauty sleep is important! If you share a bed, he wants to hold your hand to feel close to you, but he has to lay on his back so his overnight mask can do its thing without making a mess. You will just need to get by with entwining your fingers with his as you both drift off. He's happy to cuddle up with you any other time, though! If you are lounging anywhere, your lap is fair game for the Avatar of Lust. He can and will sit on your lap regardless of the situation. It's his favorite spot, after all. 

For practical reasons, Beelzebub prefers to cuddle you in a way that, when he inevitably gets up for a midnight snack, it won't disturb you too much. But if it won't bother you too much, he loves it when you lay on his chest. He will even go the extra mile and carry you along for his late night kitchen raids. He's strong enough that he can hold you in one arm and his food in the other. Also! Cuddling so that his arms are wrapped around you and you are curled up against him, facing the demon. For the love of all that is good in this world! Just let the man hold you! Beel is just a giant teddy bear. Like the one from ikea. Feel free to initiate cuddles any time, any place. Just watch out for an annoyed Belphie who is not impressed you took his spot as Beel's favorite cuddle buddy.

Belphegor moves around so much in his sleep. The ONLY way to stop this is to fully lay your entire weight on top of him. Like a living, breathing weighted blanket. Careful though, he might get so used to your presence that he will demand you join him because he's just oh so tired but he can't sleep without you sprawled out, completely crushing the demon underneath you. Alas, sometimes your efforts are for naught, and in the middle of the night, sloth incarnate has completely flipped the two of you. And… somehow, he's also upside-down? It's rather hard to sleep with a kneecap digging into your ribs. The picture you managed to get of Belphie hugging your legs like a teddy bear is totally worth it.

[skynapple]

Hi! Sorry to bother you but could you tell us (me) the plot of Love and Deepspace? I've seen a lot of tiktoks and tumblr post about the main 3 💦voice lines💦 but now I'm really interested about the plot of the game. I've only read about a Caleb dying in an explosion, Zayne seeing mc die in every timeline (?) and Rafayel being a Lemurian but I still don't know the contexts. I'm asking because I can't spend money on the game so I have no idea. Thank you in advance!!!

*cracks knuckles* Alright Anon.

This story is SO, so rich and deep and I can't even begin to cover it but I will try to be as thorough yet brief as I can for people who are interested!

TL;DR:

In a futuristic earth, the audience plays as a new hero in a world of alien invaders. When a sudden tragedy occurs, the world is revealed to be far darker than previously thought, and evil forces seem to be at play behind the scenes. Seeking the truth, our protagonist begins to investigate on her own.

On the outside, the story is about a heroine's journey, and also the internal struggle in seeking revenge and how far she'll go to find answers.

It's really about time loops, alternate universes colliding, and how far will you go for the one you love.

I'm going JUST off the main plot here not the myths or too far into the side stories and trying to avoid the in-game jargon:

About the three love interests in order of proximity to her:

Zayne:

Her childhood friend Zayne is introduced early on as her primary care physician and cardiologist. They spent 8 years apart and only recently reconnected. At this point in the story, he is the one she's closest given that history.

He is outwardly stoic but cares deeply not only about the MC but about people in general. This is widely noted by the hospital staff and patients you encounter.

He has an ice power that he uses sparingly and it's currently unknown whether or not it's because he doesn't have total control over it or because it causes him pain or...?

Secretly good at random things like he studied how to peel an apple perfectly in one go

Is shown to be very thoughtful. Always keeps candy around for MC (and his patients!) (they both have a sweet tooth problem)

Speedran med school (he's 27 good God)

Was a combat medic before taking up his current hospital residency

Plot-wise: he knows the most about MC's heart disease and a little about the evil forces who might be seeking to capture her? To me its obvious he may know a lot more than he lets on but he might be withholding to protect her

Xavier:

Xavier is introduced as a mysterious fellow hunter and colleague who is very powerful. They have odd run-ins and she's initially suspicious of him until his employment and position are confirmed by her supervisor, who seems to trust him greatly. Xavier is very knowledgeable about the antagonist's group (Onychinus, lead by the antagonist named Sylus) and what they are seeking. Proximity wise, he's her work partner and upstairs neighbor but it's unclear how much MC trusts him yet in the current plot.

Many things hint to him having lived a long, long time but his age is unconfirmed (he has mentioned he's around 23)

Has a light superpower, in that he can weaponize and control rays of light. Can also teleport.

Is probably definitely an alien

Has a secret alter-ego as a superhero vigilante called "Lumiere"

Is often shown needing to sleep to recover energy and finding out why killed me dead

Obviously knows more than he lets on

He's a bit standoffish with MC at first but this is revealed to be because he can't let her know too much and it's made clear he's very protective of her and shows up often to rescue her

Has a playful "play dumb" side

Rafayel:

Rafayel is a renown artist who is currently living in the same city. He's introduced as somewhat rude and maybe even arrogant. Because of his wealth and popularity, he's targeted by no-gooders and the MC is sent to investigate. She ends up being coerced into being his personal bodyguard-for-hire, in exchange for some information. Rafayel, too, knows more than he lets on and its clear very quickly that he is no ordinary artist. At this point, while they are friendly it's clear that he might be the person she trusts the least (just because she knows the least about him at this point and it's so, so obvious he's hiding a lot).

His paintings are implied to have occasional hypnotic abilities

Is obsessed with the ocean

His special power is fire and it can't be put out by water

Is older than MC

Its revealed to the audience but not MC that he is a Lemurian from the ancient and long gone civilization under the sea (not actually a merman but can and does take the form of one)

Has a strange work partner that may or may not be related to Onychinus but either way he's definitely involved in the underworld somehow

Initially comes off bratty, whiny, and demanding, seemingly thinking only of himself. Overall very over-dramatic

Has a lot of faith in MC for seemingly having just "met her"

Lore-wise: his backstory is very, very deep, tragic, and intriguing where you learn the brattiness is somewhat of an act

The Myths:

Each love interest has an equivalent "mythical" story self, either long, long in the past, long in the future, or simply an alternate world altogether. There's no official word yet on whether they're all connected, or if the myths truly happened. The myths at least add layers and layers to the love interest's personalities and interactions with the MC, at least in showing their deep care and also how they conduct themselves in different circumstances. In each myth, the MC is known to either be romantically involved or wanting to be romantically involved with the corresponding love interest. In all of the myths, the MC has the same heart disease. All the myths have tragic endings.

Rafayel: a former sea god

Xavier: an immortal prince

Zayne: a cursed demigod

About the MC:

The version of her in the main story was adopted by her grandmother-like figure (but no confirmation of true relation) alongside her adoptive brother, Caleb. They fit into the mix for only a brief moment in the story and both die tragically early on in an explosion. This being the event that shakes her world and sets her off on her journey to seek truth of what secrets her grandmother may have been hiding.

Can reincarnate

She's shown to be headstrong, determined, diligent, and a little mischievous.

Her superpower is "resonance" which. I'm still... a little lost on what that means altogether. We do know that she can "connect" and "enhance" other things so in the gameplay by "resonating" with the love interests' powers she can enhance their abilities and make them stronger and maybe even mirror them(??). Don't quote me on this. Anytime she does something I'm like "okk?? I guess she can do that now??"

Her heart is Broken™️ in that she has some kind of disease that only exists in that world. Something struck her heart in a catastrophe when she was young and is now just... lodged itself in there.

Whatever is lodged in her heart is what the evil group (and literally everyone) is seeking.

It's somewhat obvious in the plot that her power is actually going to be crazy OP and strong and that "Only She Has The Power To Save Us All" type of trope

Has a mischievous side

When she wants something, come hell or highwater she's gonna get it

Currently does not have feelings for any of the love interests in the main plot

There you have it!

There's so many layers, so much to uncover, but the main plot is relatively simple so far. The gameplay is fun, and easy. Apparently its similar to Genshin Impact but I've never played that so I can't say!

There's a ton of content on Youtube so if you ever have more questions pls pls bother me I will be glad to send a link or explain more things! My brainrot is spinning so bad.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Jude just acts prickly so he doesn't get attached. He says so many nice things with a soft smile then tries to scare MC off.

It's so true. So. True. The man is so clearly terrified of letting anyone in - whether that be because harm inevitably comes to them, or he's going to die on them, the end result is the same. And it's so painfully obvious that he can't and won't do anything by half measures, so it's best to never 'begin' than to start something he can't finish. This whole kiss story was basically that in a way:

Kate realizing that Jude vehemently rejects the idea of promising 'forever' because he doesn't believe it exists, and he refuses to just play lip service or even entertain the illusion of a promise like that if it can't be kept. And Kate's like 'Oh. Oh, fuck me, he's such a softie under all that strutting and prickles and someday someone's gonna realize that, fall for him hard, and snatch him up and why does the idea of that bother me so much'

Girl, he's a diamond in the rough you'd be a fool not to make him yours ASAP. AN UTTER FOOL.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Leviathan with a Sea Serpent!Mc

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you would think the Admiral of Hell´s army wouldn´t be scared of the depths of the Devildom´s sea but no you would be wrong, so very very wrong Levi knows what´s down there and it scared and his partner is one of those terrifying creatures

I mean him and his Brothers could also count as terrifying creatures but at least he knows they won´t kill each other for any petty reason, his partner though? they told him they killed and ate one of their siblings just because they bothered them they promised that they would never do that to him but he doesn´t believe them, they tried to kill him once even if they swear they just wanted to see if he can breathe underwater

I mean he kinda can but he wouldn´t be able to spend the rest of his lifetime underwater, one because he still needs air and second do you want him to miss all of his games!? or his Anime? nothing would work or survive underwater and Levi would die without his favorite entertainment! and don´t even get him start on the depth you would need to survive even with getting used to the pressure he would pop like a balloon!

but he does like the occasional underwater tours, nothing even dares getting close with a terrifying sea monster at his side and this makes it far more enjoyable because everything will try to kill you in the Devildom sea

though the big drawback is that they can´t see each other all to often he can´t go into the deep for to long and they can´t come to the surface, not only could the pressure kill them but they also aren´t used to so much light so the rare times they can meet is halved because they can only come up during night time

but this only makes the couple of times during a year they can see each other so much more special, like the moment right now he has happily explained to them a new game series he found and is waiting for their opinion on it

“so what do you think? isn´t this just the coolest game ever!?” they just looked at him without any interest at all and considering they don´t know what video games are he should have expected this “actually scratch, remember the Anime we watched 50 years ago? I found it was finally continued and it´s even good, I remember that you complained about the stupid cliff hanger” this got their interest “you mean the stupid and obvious fake out death? it took 40 years alone for me to drop that one and even then I said this destroyed the entire series for me”

“you just don´t know what a classic is it was great I don´t get why you get stuck up on such a little thing” they scowled and if he didn´t know better he would have been intimidated by the twisting of their scaly features “I don´t care what you say it was stupid and I hated it and if it ended with another fake out death I´m going to find them and destroy their office” he had to snort a bit “you and what legs”

“I don´t need legs, I can survive out of water long enough to move my way over there, destroy everything and get back into water before drying out” sometimes Levi forgets how evil they can be “okay but I like it and you won´t ruin that for me” they pretended to think, a look that Levi was far to familiar with they love messing with him “and what would you do if I did? last time you sent Lotan after me I won”

“and before that he kicked your ass and the one before that and every other time before” they pouted which frankly looked a bit odd, they don´t look Human so their Human mimic does give them a bit of the uncanny valley look “okay but to be fair Lotan tricked me”

“a rock could trick you, I love you and everything those cringey Normies say but you aren´t smart”

“and you would be torn to shreds when you were me so what´s the point?”

“nothing just pointing out it´s easy to trick you” they got close to his face and despite what he would like to say it is still intimidating to see, at least now he doesn´t faint as when he first saw them a 1000 years ago but all they did was nuzzle their head against him and what he learned is their version of a hug and the only one they can do with the lack of arms

“you act like a cringey and mushy Normie when you´re around me did you know that?” he let out a happy sigh “but only for you and no one else…” he wanted to scream it out but he managed to mutter it under his breath and as much of a Normie behavior as it would be sometimes he would love to scream out his love for them for everybody to hear

[hiss-kitten]

Having horrible thoughts right now and music is no longer helping. I need them so much at times like this so I would overcome this heavy feeling by writing.

"I just want this to be over..." | 0:21 a.m

Pairing: The three eldest (separately) × Gn!Mc

Genre: Angst, comfort

Warning !: Su1cid@l thoughts, angst, su1cid3 attempt

(Let me know if I missed something/Added something incorrect.)

It's not like you want to seem ungrateful for everything you have now. But you just don't know anymore. What's the whole point of your life now? You think you don't deserve this life, many others could just have it, but why you?

You feel lonely even though there are people around you, who you know that would understand you and listen to you. But then again, maybe you're just overreacting and being lazy. In addition, you don't want to be a burden to them, you don't want to rely on anyone.

You know they've went through much more than what you're going through right now. Just...

...you came to the conclusion. Just end it. There's a rope there, waiting for you. You're finally going to be able to get out of this misery. Finally-

"Mc..."

Lucifer

"Mc..." He called. You looked at him. He had just entered, just when you're about to end your life yourself. You just stared at him.

Your eyes makes it obvious how tired you are. Your eyes are making you look lifeless. You want to talk, but why can't you use your voice? "Mc, get down there." He ordered. Telling you to get down on the chair your standing on.

Your sight becomes blurry due to the tears building up.

He walked towards you, slowly. To make sure he won't scare you. "I just want this to be over..." You muttered, but enough for him to hear. You didn't notice him near you already, hugging your thighs.

"Why haven't you said a word, Mc...?" He asked. It took you a few seconds to process what he's trying to ask. Ah, he's asking you why you didn't come to him, ask him to help you. Why are you staying silent?

He'll understand you. He'll listen to you. He's been through the feeling of what it's like to have no one listen to your problems. You helped him and his brothers. Let him help you now.

"Lucifer..." You muttered. You start caressing his head.

"If you leave, not only will i be lifeless, but my brothers as well. Perhaps we just didn't show it to you better, perhaps we didn't try hard enough to show you how much you mean to us. Even my brothers are so attached to you already. So please stay...if not for me, then for my brothers." He said that. All for you. And you didn't even notice yourself crying already.

"Please stay... If not for me, then for my brothers." Those words kept repeating in your head.

Now do it. Don't waste this opportunity. The opportunity to tell someone what's wrong, what's bothering you. Lift that heavy feeling off your chest. He will listen.

Mammon

"Mc..." What are you doing? Did you really just have to forget to lock the door? "Mammon..." You muttered. "What do you think you're doing, huh!?" He asked, he looks like he's about to cry.

He almost lost you. What if he didn't come just right in time? Maybe you'll be long gone now. "I...I just want this to be over..." You muttered, though it was enough for him to hear.

He walked slowly towards you. You could order him to stay but should you really do that? Is it your wish to let him witness you die? It's not in your nature to do something like that to a person you love most. But is it in your nature to leave someone you love most?

You felt him hug you. Tightly. Oh, right he's hugging you. "Mc... You're not gonna leave me, yeah?" Mammon asked. "Let's talk about it... What can I do for ya? Am I not a reason for you to stay? Tell me... I'll listen. I'll listen even for hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades... I'll listen to ya... Just don't leave me." He...he really said that? For you?

Oh, you hadn't even notice yourself crying. You sat up on the chair with your legs tucked. You hugged him back.

You're obviously not stupid enough to leave him, yeah? Now, it's time to talk. Tell him, what it is you want to let someone know. Let him help you. Just like how you helped him. He. Will. Listen.

Leviathan

"Mc..." Just when you've touched the rope.

Levi? You chuckled. "Why are you still up...?" You whispered. You made sure everyone was finally sleeping before you do this. And you made sure you made one more moment with them before disappearing.

Though it's clear that you won't disappear just yet. Now that he's caught you, there's no point hiding it. "You're not doing that." He said through gritted teeth. His hand has formed a fist. "Why, Mc...?" He asked.

Why? Yeah, why? You looked down, avoiding staring at him "I just want it to be over..." You muttered. You looked at him again, only to see him crying. He walked slowly towards you. "I know the feeling too, Mc..." He muttered.

Yeah, he knows the feeling of being useless and worthless. He will definitely listen to you and help you. He has experienced it too, and he overcomes it by doing his hobbies. You can't leave him. "Wanna talk about it, Mc?"

For a few seconds you kept quiet, only to feel him hold your hand. Levi does not have the courage to do something like that, normally he'd be a blushing mess already even just when touching your hand. But now is not the time to feel shy, you need someone. And he'll gladly be your someone.

"There's no point in doing that... It's better to just end it, don't you think?" You smiled bitterly.

"No...no, I don't think so..." He whispered. "If you leave, my life will be completely meaningless. And I will feel even more useless because I didn't do anything to stop you from leaving. So talk to me, Mc..." He said.

No, you don't want him to ever feel useless. You really don't. Wow, you're crying. That's right, let it all out. Drop that heavy feeling that you've been carrying for at least just a minute.

Before you have even noticed, he's already hugging you. Caressing your back. It's about time now, don't you think? It's about time you tell someone your problems. And Levi, would really love to be your someone.

[aures-nook]

Obey me! Characters when their S/O is upset with them

and i have ones for undatables if you want

this also doesn’t include levi bc i cannot write for him i swear

also send me headcanon, drabble and text requests for the boys please please please

Lucifer

knows the moment you become upset

doesn’t care at first

it starts bothering him when it messes up his schedule

man needs his cuddle time

won’t apologize

will give gifts and tea

set you up to come to his room for a cuddle session

it’s a sweet gesture really

will apologize if he has to

don’t push it though

he has very little patience and he spends most of it on his brothers

Mammon

doesn’t notice

for a good while

ignore him

it’s the only way

he will get slightly sad and insecure

wants to apologize immediately

he doesn’t know what he did wrong tho

literally no clue

no thoughts

he just wants to make it better

shows up to your room late at night

tripping over himself and the mountain of snacks he brought

spewing apologies

please accept him in and his apologies

he might die if you don’t

Asmo

doesn’t notice for a bit

he honestly can’t help it tho

he’s made to be slightly self absorbed

feels guilty for making you feel bad

buys you both matching outfits

sets up a self care night for you

acts like your butler for the evening

has a tiny cake with “im sorry mc” written on it

gives you the literal best massage

so relaxing

100% makes up for what he did

and learns from the expirence

Satan

it’s his sins fault

he lashed out over something little

feels bad when you leave the argument

he takes a few hours to calm himself down

spends that time devising the perfect apology plan

he wants to write it out in book titles

or just hand you a cat bc why not

ends up just asking if you’ll come to his room

says sorry and hands you tea

offers to read to you and cuddle

he wants to be a safe space for you

Beelzebub

THIS BABY!!

he’s slightly more aware than we give him credit for

only slightly

it doesn’t help that you’re probably mad bc he ate your snack stash

you are gonna have to tell him what he did and how that makes you feel

he feels so bad

apologizes immediately

offers to buy you replacement snacks

will not promise they’ll make it back to the house

compromise and ask him to take you to hell’s kitchen

win/win situation

Belphagor

honestly probably a little bitchy about it

he slept through another date of yours

doesn’t get why you’re upset

he can’t help when he falls asleep

you are going to have to explain it to him

or be petty and ignore him

eventually he’ll start to see your side

apologizes and cuddles with you

offers dates that are low energy but still sweet

[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 4

Author's note: When I first wrote this story, I planned to write only three parts, but given the main characters and what happened in Mayans M.C., I needed to give them an ending. A better ending. So, there're slight references to Mayans' season finale. I really hope u like it. Love u all <3

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Every MC had their business and their secrets. In the case of SOA, only their members could know with all its details what was really happening. That was something you hated, but over time you had learnt to accept. The little you knew was that you were living through dark times again and that the Mayans had broken Jax Teller’s last will. In essence, war was here once more.

“We are not going anywhere!”, you told him for the third time. “Are you out of your fucking mind or what?!"

“Fine. Stay”, Happy answered. “I’ll go alone.”

“Fuck no! You are not leaving Charming. Chibs says that desert is Mayans’ territory. And you are in the middle of a fucking war, shithead!”, you explained to him once more. “Do you want to die for nothing? That’s your fucking problem?”

“I’m gonna die of boredom anyway if you keep bitching around me all the fucking day!”

You pursed your lips, and Happy took it as an opportunity to go to your bedroom and slam the door.

“Fucking asshole”, you muttered. However, you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself before following his steps.

Despite the wonderful months you had spent since he officially made you his Old Lady, you had had some problems with Happy recently. You managed to convince him to stay last time he suggested leaving Charming to be the temporary president for SAMDINO, but this time his mood was even worst. However, you wouldn’t get anything by arguing. That’s why you went to the dorm and opened the door softly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you”, you told him. Happy was sitting on the bed, his face hidden behind the palms of his hands. “I’m just worried.”

“I’m sorry too”, you heard him mumble. “I’m going fucking crazy. There’re so many bodies. So many dead brothers. That's not what Jax died for.”

You walked towards him and sat next to him, caressing his back tenderly in an attempt to bring him some kind of comfort.

“Everything's hard and complicate, but you can’t lose your mind now, babe”, you remembered him. “It’s not safe for you to leave and be out there by your own. When problems knock on the door, you have to stay near your family. Do you remind it? You taught me that.”

“I know. I fucking know”.

Suddenly, Happy rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body as if he wanted even more caresses for all the time that was possible. Unfortunately, your mobile phone ringing cut that sweet moment.

“Who is it?”, he asked at your frown.

“I don’t know. I should take it.”

You didn’t recognise the number. It could simply be someone mistaken, but you had a bad feeling about it. So, when Happy released you from the needy hug, you got back on your feet and answered the call.

“This is a private call from…”, the first you heard was a robotic feminine voice. And suddenly, you heard his voice for just a second before the previous voice kept talking. “To accept the call, press five.”

While doing as she said, you walked out of the dorm leaving the door half open. It only took a few seconds before you listened to his voice again.

“I need your help.”

The conversation was short. And once you were back into the room, Happy looked at you warily. He might have read in your face that things weren’t quite right.

“What happens?”, he asked.

“Something you are not gonna like.”

*

As you had said to Happy, it was too dangerous to be on Mayans territory during the war. You travelled alone for that reason. If you didn’t stand out, no one had to realise who you were and why you were there. Now you were glad Happy had tattooed his crow on your ribs and not in a more visible place, otherwise they could easily spot you were one of SOA Old Ladies.

Once inside the prison, you waited patiently among the rest of the visitors until guards finally let you in. You chose to sit at one of the furthest tables and kept waiting until you saw him.

“I did not expect us to meet again in this situation”, you told him after he took a sit in front of you.

“Me neither”, Creeper nodded. “Thanks for coming.”

News travels fast, so a few months ago you found out Creeper was in prison. You were very sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing more you could do. At least, that’s what you thought. 

“You don’t have to. I told you, I’ll always be there for you”, you reminded him. “So, what do you need?”

“Protection.”

“What?”

“Protection. Inside”, he repeated firmly.

“And why did you call me? Sons are in war with Mayans, Neron. You should talk to your charter.”

“I’m here by my own. They can’t do anything, Y/N. And the thing is there’s a fucking rat among my brothers. I’m about to find out who it is, but with the green light on me, they can kill me at any time”, he briefly explained to you. “I cannot die without finding first who the fuck the rat is.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Talk to SAMCRO. There’s a bunch of Sons in here. If they're with me, it may buy me some time.”

“I don’t know if they’ll listen to me.”

“I know. I know what I’m asking you is a fucked up, but I wouldn’t have called you if I had any other option.”

“What if I go to your clubhouse and tell Bishop?”

“Things have changed since you were here. And with the war and without any evidence, it can turn against you.”, he said. “Just think about it, ok? Tell them it’s me who's asking this favour. I know they hate rats as much as I do.”

“I’ll try. I promise.”

“Fine. Good.”

“How much time do you have?”

“Don’t know. Maybe hours. Luckily a few days.”

“So, I should get going. Is better to talk something like that in person, and the ride back to Charming is long. I’ll try to be quick, but call me if anything new happens, okay?” 

Creeper just nodded in response. Nevertheless, when you made a move to get up, he stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N”, he called you. You could read sadness and desperation in his eyes and his voice. “I just want you to know that it’s okay if you can’t convince them. I know you’re gonna try and that’s even more than what I deserve, but it won’t be your fault if I die.”

“Shut up. You’re not going to die”, you assured him while placing your hands on his. “I’ve got your back. You’re gonna be fine and that fucking rat is gonna meet the Reaper.”

Creeper pursed his lips and nodded again. As you saw his eyes watery, you took one of your hands to his face, caressing his cheek tenderly. You knew how much he cared about his club and how much he tried to take care of everyone, but this time, he needed someone to back him up.

“Just be careful and let me take care of you for once. I won’t fail you.”

After leaving the prison and getting into your car, you set off without delay. There was no time to lose. However, barely ten minutes after, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.

“Fuck!”, you shouted. “Fucking war, fucking Mayans and fucking Sons!”

The truth was that you had no idea of how to convince the charter, so you had actually made a promise you weren’t sure if you could keep.

*

“Who the fuck you think we are? Fucking Virgin Mary?”, Chibs said. “Mayans are the enemy now. They are murdering our brothers! And you want us to protect a fucking inmate?”

You’ve been talking about the same thing all night and they haven’t understood a word you’ve said yet. It was exasperating.

“I’m just saying that maybe you could do an exception with him. He’s just asking for more time to expose the rat in his charter. I thought all the MC hated rats”, you insisted. “And he helped me when I was in Santo Padre. I owe him.”

“What I don’t understand is why we have let her talk in the first time”, Tig commented, looking mostly at Chibs. “There’s a reason why we don’t let cunts take decisions.”

Before you could do anything about it or even get mad at him, Happy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt threateningly.

“Don’t talk to her like that”, he ordered to Tig.

“Or what?”, Tig provoked him. “Have you become a fucking pussy too, brother?”

“Enough!”, Chibs raised his voice. Though they held each other’s gaze for long seconds, as if ready to start a fight at any moment, Happy finally let go of Tig and took a few steps back. “The decision is taken, Y/N. You don’t know how things work, so I recommend that you step aside.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Chibs. Fuck you all”, you responded. “You killed Juice for less. And when I went mad and cried for days, you all told me that no rat could be forgiven. That it was a kind of law that every MC followed. Even Mayans respected it, that’s why they give Juice over to SAMCRO. But now you’ve forgotten because you’re just a bunch of hypocrites. You’re not going to do anything even if it’s a personal favour I ask of you for once. So, as I said, fuck you.”

“Y/N”, you heard Happy’s voice calling out to you, so you turned around with one finger raised in a threatening manner.

“I fucking love you, Happy, but if you say another word right now, I’ll punch you in the face”, you warned him. However, before leaving the clubhouse, you remembered one more thing. “Just for the record, if the rat is working with the FBI and you’ve been doing business with the Mayans, he could take you down too. So, if you don’t give a shit about anyone else, at least do something to save your own asses.”

You walked home that night. By the time Happy arrived, you were already in bed, so he lay down next to you without saying a word. That night you slept with your backs to each other. And the next morning, he left to the workshop without speaking yet. You had to wait more than twenty-four hours to hear the verdict from Happy’s mouth. 

“Creeper had the Sons on his side”.

Despite the enthusiasm this phrase aroused, you tried to remain calm and serious.

“Why this change?”

“Why do you care?”, he asked you back. “What matters is that Creeper has the protection he was after.”

“Yeah. I suppose”, you muttered.

As you were making dinner, you wasn’t looking directly at Happy. However, he walked towards you and embraced you from behind.

“You have no right to talk to my brothers like you did”, he murmured above your ear, giving you goosebumps. “But it still gave me such a hard-on.”

You struggled to hold back a smile as you concentrated on the salad you were chopping.

“Of course it did”, you added. You weren’t expecting Happy to turn you around to face you.

“You can’t save everybody, Y/N. You have to accept it”.

“I’m not trying to save everybody, just the few people I care about”, you responded. “Even if I can’t, at least I have to try.”

Happy simply nodded and kissed your forehead for long seconds.

“Why don’t you go take a shower while I finish making dinner?”, you suggested him with your hands on his chest. “And then, we could take care of your yesterday’s hard-on.”

*

This war didn’t affect Charming as much as the others in the past thanks to their decision not to intervene. It was harsher for their brothers from other charters. But as Happy had told you, you couldn’t save everyone, especially when it was a war they had started despite Charming’s advice to preserve the peace.

When you received a call from an unknown number, you thought it would be from the prison again, but the feminine voice you heard was from a real woman.

“Bathroom chick?”

“Who the fuck is talking?”, you answered aggressively, but you also remembered who had put you that nickname. Only one person could know it.

“I have a message from Creeper. He told me you'd know it was him if I called you that”, he briefly explained to you. And you were more interested in whatever she had to say than anything else. “Some inmates stabbed him a few days ago, but he survived. After he was released from the infirmary, Sons have always been around him for some reason, so he has done well. Now he’s in isolation for a fight, but before he went in, he asked me to tell you he had the name he was looking for.”

“I’m glad to hear that”, you said. The truth was that you didn’t like at all the part about him being stabbed, but it was a relief to know that Sons had kept his promise to protect Creeper.

“I guess you’re the one who got him the Sons’ favour.”

“The fuck do you care?”

“I don’t. I just appreciate that someone is taking care of him.”

Your intuition told you that she genuinely appreciated Neron as well, but you hadn’t heard a thing from her, so you remained suspicious. It always could be someone trying to discover with who had Creeper an alliance to destroy it, or maybe the war had you a bit paranoid.

“Call me if you have new information from him”, you asked her anyway.

“I’ll do”, she assured you.

“Can I have a name? To know it’s you in case we talk again.”

“I shouldn’t”, he answered. “But if Creeper trusts you that much, I should do it too. You can call me Kody.”

“Good.”

A few days after that call, you received another one from her telling you that Santo Padre already knew who his rat was. In addition, she let it slip that something big was going on in Santo Padre, so it was better to stay away from them. Less than thirty-six hours later, the war between Mayans and Sons of Anarchy came to an end and Santo Padre’s charter was erased in an FBI operation.

The mood in the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse was low. You were sitting next to Happy with your head resting on his shoulder, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There was a bitter taste in your mouths from all the brothers’ deaths and the fact that the FBI had managed to destroy an entire charter so easily. When Chibs came out of the Chapel, he went straight to the counter bar to have two shots. He had been making and receiving calls all day.

“So? Any news?”, Tig asked him.

“Everything’s quiet. Our charters and Mayans too”, he answered. “It seems to be a one-off operation. Otherwise, FBI would have already entered into other charters.”

“Newspapers blame Santo Padre for all the dead bodies in the streets”, Happy added.

“People was scared of so much blood. And FBI knew they couldn’t wipe us all out”, Chibs commented. “They've decided to focus on one charter and reduce it to ashes. It’s a victory for them and a warning to us all.”

Even though you didn’t know exactly what had happened, Chibs’ words made the most sense.

“I may owe you an apology, Y/N”, Tig said. “If their rat planned all this, it was better for us to make sure he ended up six feet under.”

“No problem, Tiggy. Everything’s good”, you assured him with a soft smile.

“We have to discuss what are we gonna do from now on”, continued Chibs, but as soon as you made a move to get up and let them the privacy they needed, he stopped you. “Y/N, stay. You have to hear this.”

You looked at him frowned, but he simply nodded. You looked at Happy next, but he shrugged his shoulders. You didn’t get why they wanted you to be there during that conversation, but you sat down again.

“I doubt that any charter wants to continue the war. We both have lost too many brothers. We've lost entire charters. In any case, the pipeline is done. It’s going to take months, even years, to build everything back up again. So, we have to choose whether to focus our work on that or on the transition to legality, as Jax wanted”, he said. “If we choose legality, it’s going to be tough months for us. Probably no profits until everything’s up and running. Even then, our earnings could be lower than guns’ business.”

“We have not been able to keep the peace that Jax brought us”, Happy commented. “I say we have to get at least one of the things he wanted for us.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”, Tig asked him. “Outlaw is our world. It’s what we do. And the risks are what we signed up for.”

“We’ll have time to think before the vote”, Chibs assured them. “Anyway, we have to talk with the Mayans. Rebuild our alliance and make sure there’s no more murders or revenges. You could talk to Creeper about that, Y/N. If he tells his brothers what we did for him in the middle of the war, what we did to help him with the rat, it'll help us pave the way and make new bonds.”

“Yeah. Of course. I can do it”, you responded quickly, still surprised that you were being tasked to do something for them. It certainly didn’t happen every day. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure he will back us up.”

That day, which was the end of another bloody war, was also the beginning of a new era. Many changes had been made and even more would be made, but you were survivors. You were used to rising from the ashes. 

←Part 3 // Part 5→

[bullet-prooflove]

Real: Nestor Oceteva x Reader

A companion piece to: An Act of War

Tagging: @annetje @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887

There’s silence, that’s all Nestor can hear as he sits on the couch, you’d fallen asleep on last night wearing nothing but one of his button up shirts. He remembers coming in late and smoothing the hair away from your features as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. The blanket that had covered your legs was still tossed over the arm, a chaotic testimony to your presence. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it. Instead, he gulps from a tumbler of scotch and feels the burn ignite in his chest.

He's tried your cell phone, and it’s had gone straight to voicemail.

It never goes straight to voicemail.

He doesn’t bother to leave a message; he knows there was no point.

It’s you in that burnt out car. He hopes that you hadn’t known the end was coming, that it was over before you realised what was happening.

He fills the glass once more and sags back onto the sofa, his eyes closing, blocking out the world around him. He doesn’t want to be here in the home that the two of you have made together, in the place that’s brought him so much joy. His eyes sting and he pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off the tears that threaten to overwhelm him. He remembers the last time he felt like this, sitting on his brother’s bed after the funeral, staring at a picture of the two of them as kids.

One night, he promises himself, sucking in a breath. One night to wallow, one night to grieve, one night to bury the pain, one night to get numb. He’s coming for them after that, he’s releasing that vitriol, that agony, that rage and he’s going to burn their fucking lives down around them and salt the earth.

He’s half a bottle in when he hears the scrape of the key in the lock. It’s quiet, just the scrape of metal and he just fucking knows that they’ve coming to finish the job. He wonders who it will be on the other side of that door, will he recognise the face, or will it be some nameless stranger?

He almost lets it happen. He wants the release that comes with death, he wants the anguish he feels in his chest to die with him. He wants to see you again, even if it’s in the afterlife. But he also knows you wouldn’t want this for him, that you’d want him to fight it, to find a way to keep on living.

The gun is already in his hand as the door opens, his finger on the trigger as he holds it at chest height. He may be drunk but he’s sure he can still hit centre mass if he has to.

When you step through the door he freezes. His heart fucking stops in his chest because he feels like he’s seeing a fucking ghost. You look tired, there’s a sprinkling of dust in your hair and on your jeans. Your jacket is slung over your arm as you close the door behind you softly. It isn’t until you look up, your eyes resting on the gun in his hand, you realise that anything’s wrong.

“Nestor?” You question.

He’s on his feet in an instant, gun clattering on the coffee table. You don’t know what’s happening but you’re suddenly wrapped in his arms and it feels like he doesn’t want to let you go. He smells like smoke and scotch, there’s a tremble in his shoulders, you can feel the muscles quivering underneath your fingertips.

“Tell me that you’re real.” He whispers against your skin, his breathing ragged as he clasps you close. His voice is broken, you can hear the emotion in it as he chokes. “Tell me that I’m not dreaming and you’re really here.”

You’ve never seen him like this, so raw, so distraught. It breaks your fucking heart. Your palm comes to rest on the nape of his neck, your thumb tracing the curves of the tattoo that’s inked behind his left ear.

“I’m real.” You tell him softly. “I’m here my love.”

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[marshmallowprotection]

Similar thoughts to the anon from yesterday, but I think it's very interesting to imagine Suit Saeran's reaction to some other believer threatening/insulting his MC as well. We know he wants to be the scariest thing in that place, so to think some other believer tried to bully his toy... Well, I think he'd make a demonstration out of them, unlike Ray who would try to take care of things out of sight. And if MC was genuinely upset by them, I think he'd probably prod them for thinking that some nameless nobody was somehow scarier than him, the man that had been showing them what "true" strength was.

It's not that they think that believer is scarier, Saeran. It's that they actually meant to hurt them, and you know it and hate it.

Suit Saeran has been involved in "taking off steam" as far as we know from phone calls in both Routes in Another Story, but we don't know how far he went or what he did exactly. A lot of those details are kept away from us, given how much the game doesn't go into detail when it comes to cleansings outside of the ones that Ray, Saeran, and V all experience. They're special cases and we can't use them as a point of reference for your everyday believer.

However, that aside, I do think it's an interesting conversation to figure out what he would do in the event of someone making you experience discomfort or pain. He goes out of his way to let you know nobody will do anything to you but him... not even the Savior. He has "earned" that right, and nobody else has. He can't admit it to himself but he's terrified of what might happen if others hurt you.

He knows if he belittles you, that's the worst thing you can suffer by his hand, but the others?

You could die if they caught you.

I think it usually depends on the situation when it comes to how he would react to that. If he's in a situation where he doesn't have any power at all, he might try to protest, but he'll have to bow his head in the end if he doesn't have a choice.

I look at the chatroom where Rika says she’s going to get rid of you and Saeran tries to fight for you, only to be told off and for him to say he did what he could… he’s powerless even if he thinks he’s strong, and he knows it. That is partially a catalyst to why he wants to get you out of there.

He knows that if he doesn't remove you from this place, you're going to die, and it's another reason why BRE2 has him remove you from paradise even if he stays behind to accept his “punishment” not only by for Savior, but for you, because he hurt you and he knows he needs to be punished for it. 

But in the moment where he has power? I feel like your observation is right, the one where he will respond physically if he knows it won't bother you, and if he knows it'll bother you, he will condescend to them instead.

He is trying to be the worst monster he can be so that nobody else will think for a second that he's not torturing you with an inch of your life. As long as they believe that, there's no chance in hell they'll try to take you away from him. Of course, that can't go on forever, something has to give, but that's all he can think of in the moment. 

[xxstraymoonchildxx]

Obey Me!Nightbringer Lesson 13 is out, and a new old characer appears!

Again, Spoiler warning! :) And it's a bit long, thehe

So, it wasn't really Lucifer himself who broke the curse, but ??? (Michael, but I don't get why they won't spell it out, so it's not 100%. And if it's not 100 % accuracy, it's 50 % 🤭)

Interestingly enough, he is aware of Nightbringer's meddling, and Michael is secretly Tuxedo Mask

Okay, jokes aside, but he really did the bare minimum 😑

Although it makes me wonder if Nightbringer is really Barbatos as we are already allied with Diavolo in the future, who he serves. Why would we get the warning now? We need more insight into the Celestial Realm, not just the Devildom.

Next, we get wholesome brainrot with our 7 brothers if we decide to stay in the House of Lamentation.

We wake up in the middle of the night and find the brothers asleep in the hall 🤭

Now imagine MC trying to lift Beel.

And I seems our choices matter, because if we decide to go back with Solomon in 13-3, the dialogue in 13-6 is different.

( Note: The game picks the last option you have chosen. I picked the HoL option in 13-3 first and replayed with going with Solomon right after, so I was confused when in 13-6 I got dialogue with Solomon, wondering why we slept in Cocytus Hall when I chose the brothers first)

In Cocytus Hall, the 2nd option, we get forced to hug Solomon as we don't get an option to decline but rather be passive or active about it. At least Solomon asked. He apologizes for putting us in danger like that, and he has been really worried. Despite us not taking his side, he still considers MC a friend and wants to stay by their side.

Well, he could make our life easier and spill some beans. THAT would help.

Anyway, MC has to answer Diavolos Questions next. And it's wise to not be vague, although don't bother saying you are from the future. Barbatos calls us out for being arrogant, like how dare we say the Devildom is stuck in the past, lol.

Things get a bit heated, so we decided to take a break for now. Then we can follow Diavolo, raising intimacy points. He laughs at us when we tell him we are worried about him 🥲 Barbatos joins them but he is not the only one.

Ah, how... good to see him... Diavolo's childhood friend 😒 hooray.

My totally favourite character comes with a letter from the House of Lords, which results in postponing the issue with MC for now.

The House of Lords rendered Beel's meltdown as a declaration of war, despite it just being a side effect of a demon turned angel. But it's more politics than anything as they aren't happy with former angels in hell like we have seen from other demons. They are considered weapons in both Heaven and Hell

So Diavolo has to undergo a test called Kingsblood Crucible to prove he is fit to be the Demon King. If he refuses, he can't become King or he would die. (No one who failed returned)

The problem is that Diavolos' dad is the only one who could tell what the trial is like. The House of Lord's purposefully put Diavolo at a disadvantage. Well, he acts confident and decides to take the mission.

And takes us with him as a witness, well, not on purpose.

We get more insight into Diavolo's insecurities. But it is nice to see that his innovative personalit runs in the family. I hope we learn more about this God of War.

The lesson ends there, so in Lesson 14, we will help Diavolo with this trial. I assume we will get even more lore, plus we need to get Mephisto to give his adorsement.

Apropos Mephisto 13-A is the funniest shit that I will post separately as I can't upload more screenshots in this post.

👋👋👋

[shi-daisy]

Wanna see the world burn so 🔥 Tamsand for the ship ask!

Lmao anon you want my beasties to be appalled? Cuz it'd be the odd one out but ok!

Send me a 🔥 and a ship and I'll tell you what I think of them

Short answer? NOTP, I hate it, squick, I have the tagged blocked

Longer answer. While the Canon dynamic with Tamlin and Rhysand's past is interesting and you can make tragic fics with the both as friends or as past lovers, and I do think Rhysand is a little too obsessed with bothering Tammy baby I hate the idea of these two as a couple unless it's a bad end.

There's a few reasons. The simple one is that I hate Rhysand enough to stick him in The Rack from Saw 3 (Don't look that shit up if you're grossed out by heavy gore) with absolutely no remorse and the idea of paring this overhyped asshat bat with my favorite character makes me gag (Same could be said for other Rhysand ships like Feysand, Rhysta, Rhycien, etc)

Another one would be that I hate giving this dude attention. Any acotar merch is made for him and his bat boys. There's literally no Feyre merchandise in Hot Topic all of it it's him, even tho she's supposed to be the MC. I'm so so very sick of him hoggin page time and arcs from the other of infinitely more interesting characters. So when I look for fic if Tamsand or Rhysand are prominent I tend to scroll past even if it's an author I like.

Finally and the heaviest reason for my deep-seated hate of this ship it's one specific scene in ACOFAS. You know the one.

The scene in the novella where Rhysand goes to Spring sees the desolate state of the Court, of Tamlin, of the man who saved him despite their hate for eachother and just goes of on him and tells him to die. It's absolutely disgusting and triggering that I had to throw the thing away and go puke.

After that I can't ship those two in any way shape or form, even if it's an AU where their faling out never happened I just can't get past that scene. Having been in Tamlin's suicidal state once years ago it would disgust me if anyone suggested I get with a person who pushed me down during that time which thankfully for me that didn't happen, but if it had I would've cut ties with them. I can't get over it and just decided to block it out

There are plenty of multishipper creators and even friends of mine who've dabbled in it but I stay the hell away from that ship even if whatever they're in is expertly made. I can't get past the dynamic they have in canon, and my Rhysand hate and the suicide bait scene. If I want Tamlin x another male character I can get that with Tamcien, Tamris, Tamquin and even Tamlin x KoH. Rhysand is the last character I would ever want more content for.

Also call me vanilla but the whole 'bffs/ exes who are torn apart by war' isn't a trope I like much. It's good for certain pairs but not a thing I go for. Hell if I don't care for it with Optimus Prime x Megatron where I love both characters and their falling out is far more balanced, tragic and believable why would I care for it between my fave and the dude I hate and it only being tacked on for Sarah to woobify the shitlord and throw more dirt on Tamlin? It really isn't my cup of tea.

Hope this answers your question, anon!

[stesierra]

I am not a short story writer. Everything I touch turns into a novel usually. But I did write a short story once! Here it is. YA fantasy I guess. Maybe someday I'll write a novel set in this world. Trigger warning: the MC is a ghost.

The Unfamous Dead

After I die, my house stands empty for three damn years. The iron memorial cross Mom put up outside topples at the end of year one. Year two, it’s nicked by a drunk. He’ll probably batter someone with it. Iron’s heavy.

Year three, the landlord brings a man and woman to tour. All three stare right through me, even when I start dancing. Dancing’s easy when gravity doesn’t affect you and you can’t hurt yourself. Being dead isn’t so bad. I tell myself that a lot, especially when I start thinking about how things could’ve been different. If I hadn’t been so eager to move out at the end of high school. If I’d agreed to stay in a dorm. If someone from our band had stayed the night and noticed the stroke that killed me, a week before classes started.

A stroke’s the last way I’d have chosen to die, if anyone had given me a choice. It’s fast, but it happens to people all the time. If you’re a young man, that’s weird, but no one will remember you for dying that way. You won’t even get an article in the newspaper.

A month after the tour, a family pulls up in a U-haul. The doors open to spill children and houseplants out onto the cracked driveway. There are two kids and two parents, the family traditional. They don’t have a dog. Too bad. If dogs can see ghosts, maybe it could’ve pointed me out to its folks. I’m never going to get famous haunting a bunch of idiots who can’t see me.

The boy is ten, the girl maybe six. His hair is puffy and black and in need of a trim. Hers is done up in cornrows. Their parents let them tear around the yard and ruin the dandelion field until everything’s out of the truck. Then their mom shepherds them inside with a hand on each kid’s shoulder.

The dad leads the way into the house and straight through me, calling back over his shoulder, “Honey, where did we pack the microwave?”

“It’s in the big box with the linens, remember?” The mother steps past me, but the kids stare with rounded eyes. The little girl’s thumb drops from her mouth, and her black eyes glisten alarmingly.

I’ve planned for years to scare the bejesus out of the first idiots to move into the house I haunt. I didn’t expect it to be kids, okay? I make a quick change of plans.

From behind the door of the coat closet, where I take shelter, I have a front row seat for the family’s first fight in their new home. The parents tell their daughter she’s got an overactive imagination and should act more like her brother. The daughter is outraged. The brother, who saw me too, says nothing.

“Scaring children now, David?” asks the angel beside me.

“Shut up,” I say, and press farther back into the closet. Great. She’s here again.

Maybe I should have mentioned before that there’s an angel hanging around here. She showed up a month after I died, bothering me about moving on, and she never left. She’s an odd, colorless creature, more felt than seen. She flickers dimly next me. “This will make you famous? Perhaps you ought to give in and pass on.”

I shake my head. I’m not having this conversation again. I’ve always yearned to be famous, and why should dying change that? But when she gets started, she goes on about me damaging the fabric of reality. She must be immortal, because no one with a time limit would waste years stalking a dead guy.

“Children see things the rest of the world cannot. It will be difficult for you to avoid them while they live here. But there is an easy solution—”

“No, seriously, shut up. I’m not leaving, and you’re not even a real angel, I’m pretty sure.”

“You’re the one who called me that,” the angel says.

“Shut up.” Like I said, she’s more felt than seen. When I met her, I named the parts I felt arms and legs and wings because not naming them made me feel even more nuts than just being a ghost already did. She’s got wings. What else could she be?

The upstairs doors clatter open and closed; the kids must be over their tantrums and picking out rooms. I press my insubstantial knees to my chest and wait for nightfall.

That night, the parents settle down with a six-pack and a couple of books. Maybe their cable’s not connected yet. The kids are nowhere to be seen. I creep up the stairs. The angel follows.

The little girl’s shoes are outside the first bedroom door. Down at the end of the hall, another door is shut. I pass through it. There’s not much to see inside. Mom and Dad dragged a bed in and put a sleeping bag down on it, under which the boy is now curled. Music books are piled on the floor next to a disassembled IKEA bookshelf, and a black electronic keyboard lurks in the corner behind the bed. The blinds on the windows are open, and the gibbous moon casts down light that washes the color from everything. Pale and ghostly, I fit right in.

I lean down over the bed. I can feel the angel at my back, watching. I whisper in the boy’s ear, “You know, piano’s for chumps. Forget piano. Guitar is where you want to be.”

The whites of his eyes are vivid against his dark skin. He sits up on the bed and pulls the shirt of his Spider-Man pajamas tight. He sticks out his lower lip and says, “My parents want me to learn piano.”

“You always do what your parents want you to do?”

He straightens then, gaze challenging. “They wouldn’t like me talking to a ghost.”

I take a seat over the bed, cross-legged in the air. The angel is behind me, but he doesn’t see her. “Well, you’re old enough to make your own decisions, aren’t you?” I stick out a hand. “David.”

He reaches out and brushes his fingers through mine. “I’m Anthony.”

***

Anthony is a breath of fresh air, sweeping out the staleness that’s clogged this dump for the last three years. At night, when we talk about bands and music and why piano’s for stiffs, he tells me he’s not afraid of ghosts. Hell yeah, he’s afraid of ghosts. I can tell. I was a ten-year-old boy once, too. I avoid his sister; she’s not any closer to pissing herself at the sight of me than he is, but she doesn’t try to hide it like her brother.a

The kid is a prodigy. He spends hours every day tapping out songs on his keyboard. He writes them himself. If he’d apply himself to a decent instrument — say, a guitar — he could make something out of his life. Black kid songwriter jams with the stars — can’t you see the headlines now? He could be famous. He could make me famous. A ghost that’s your best friend, that’s practically begging for a single, isn’t it? But Anthony doesn’t have a guitar, and no one ever got famous by having a piano solo written about them.

Anthony gives his eighth piano concert and turns thirteen before a brightly wrapped pear-shaped present with a long handle shows up under the Christmas tree. It’s acoustic. Cheap-ass grandparents. Up in his room after Christmas dinner, as he fingers the strings experimentally, I mutter, “It’s somewhere to start, at least.”

Anthony glances down at the guitar and babbles some shit about the model and make and how it cost five hundred dollars.

“Whatever. It doesn’t have a plug.”

The angel makes herself known then. Her face is set in a frown. “Do you persist in trying to make the child over into yourself? You are no better than his parents, who you complain are pushing him into music too young and denying him a childhood.”

I ignore her, like usual when Anthony’s around. He thinks I’m weird enough without me talking to people he can’t see.

Couldn’t see. Now, his head turns toward her. He sets the guitar gently down on the bed beside him. “I love the piano, and I only do as many concerts as I want. I’m thirteen, not a kid. What the hell are you? Why are you in my room?”

The angel vanishes.

Anthony clambers off the bed, staring at the empty spot where she was. “David, why was there an alien in my room? Where did it go? Why does it know you? Do you really complain about Mom and Dad?”

“An alien? She looked like an alien to you?”

“It didn’t look human, like you.”

“She didn’t look like an angel?”

“It sure didn’t look like any I’ve ever heard of.” He hesitates and picks up his new guitar to cradle against his chest. “That’s not what you really are, is it?”

I put my hands up. “Whoa. Of course not. I’m dead David, your buddy. Look, I’m going to go get that thing out of our house. Okay? I’ll go and do that.”

I don’t give him a chance to argue. I can move fast when I want to.

The angel is downstairs, standing with wings and arms folded, dourly watching Natasha play her video games. The girl doesn’t notice; she stopped seeing me years ago.

I stalk up to the angel. “What the hell was that?”

Her eyes are colorless and too large. “I told you, David. You are damaging reality by staying here.”

“Because he could see you? How is that damaging reality? You’re real, aren’t you? You’re really here, just like I am.”

“The Intangible and Tangible are separate realms, David. You damage that separation. If you hadn’t stayed, Anthony would have outgrown seeing the Intangible outside of dreams, just as his sister did.”

“If they’re so separate, why can he see me at all?”

“Humans filter what they see through their limited comprehension. They can comprehend ghosts more easily than other things. Creatures of greater power are beyond them. Due to your meddling, the boy may see me now, but he cannot see me as I truly am.”

“Can I?”

She doesn’t answer. On the other side of the room, Natasha punches out a virtual bad guy, and “K.O!” flashes bright across the screen.

The angel’s face has never held much expression, but now her still features seem secretive. I say, “I’m not doing anything to reality, am I? You’re hiding. Your people, whatever they are — which is not angels, by the way — are hiding, and I’m helping him see you!”

The angel turns towards the frost-painted front window. I can see through her to the boots and mittens in a pile by the front door. Her voice is as cold as her face. “You have your way, then, David Fundley. I hope that you come to realize you are ruining his life before it is too late. It is already too late for yours.”

With that last passive-aggressive comment, the angel is gone.

***

Two years pass. I rejoice in living — ha ha — in an angel-free space. Anthony thinks I’m a hero for driving the “alien” away. I bask in his admiration like a hideous lizard on a sunny rock. Sure, she left on her own, but he doesn’t need to know that. Anthony shoots up half a foot when puberty hits him hard, and he gets real quiet while his voice breaks. I tell him after school, as he clings to his piano and plays away his stresses, that at least he’s not a singer.

Three days after his fifteenth birthday, I try to convince him to take up singing.

“If you just play piano and guitar, you’ll never front a band,” I tell him.

Anthony keeps playing Rachmaninoff’s third concerto, his hands rippling across the keys like a crab caught skittering and tumbling in the surf. “I’m a concert soloist. I’m not going to have a band.”

“Well, not if you keep on the way you have been.”

He ignores me. I let him alone.

Downstairs, the windows are thrown open to the spring afternoon. His parents aren’t home; Anthony’s old enough for them to trust him with the house. A robin sings, its lilting voice slow and soothing compared to the pounding intensity of Rachmaninoff. Strange, there’s usually more than one of them. I step up to the window screen. A smell hits me, sour and sickly, like an old bag of lettuce rotting at the bottom of a refrigerator. I grimace. Has some kid been smearing dog shit on the siding? Has some animal crawled under the window and died?

I walk around the living room. The same death smog comes in all the windows. What is this? I turn back to the first window, and the shock of what I see hits me like another blood vessel bursting in my brain.

There’s a thing on the other side, staring at me and drooling. It’s winged, like the angel, but it has too many wings and too many eyes, eyes that pop from every gnarled knuckle. And believe me, with as many limbs as this crawling monstrosity has, it has a lot of knuckles.

“Oh shit!”

It leans its big, snouty face towards the window, then jumps up to cling to the side of the building with claws the length of my hand. For a moment, all I can see is its belly. Then it tears the screen off, and it is too big to fit through but it does.

I run. The house has never felt so much of a trap as it does now. I scream up the stairs, “Anthony! Get out the window! Run! Run run run run!”

The doors to the downstairs rooms are open. There’s no basement, no hidden crawlspace, nowhere to go but up. I hit the stairs and pray Anthony’s already thrown the fire ladder out the window and climbed to safety. I pray that someone has left a door closed upstairs and the monster can’t tear hinges off as easy as it can screens.

The monster stampedes up the steps behind me.

I reach the top of the stairs. All the doors stand open.

“David! In here!”

I don’t waste time despairing that Anthony is an idiot and couldn’t climb out a window to save his fucking life. I jump into his room, and just as the monster comes up the last of the steps, Anthony slams the door in its face.

“You were supposed to get out,” I snarl at him.

The monster scrabbles at the door, a sound like twenty dogs on a hardwood floor, and then the handle turns. The door flies open, and the monster lunges inside. Anthony meets it with an empty guitar case to the head, but the case bounces like rubber. Then the monster’s on me, claws sunk deep. Dying hurt worse, I tell myself as its furnace-breath sears my insubstantial face. Dying hurt more.

I’m lying.

For an eternity, there’s nothing but claws in my soul and rotten breath in my face and Anthony’s screams in my ears. Then, without warning, the monster releases me, and I shoot back out of its grasp like a greased eel.

I push myself up on the floor and find the monster’s head level with mine. I scramble away, but it doesn’t move. A shining sword is run through what passes for its spine. As I watch, the monster collapses into gooey black liquid that puddles across everything. A moment later, it dries up and flakes away, leaving nothing behind but a terrible smell of decay.

A translucent hand stretches out to pluck the sword from the floor. The angel is back.

I meet the angel downstairs after Anthony’s finished throwing up. Her sword is nowhere to be seen now. “I told you that staying could have terrible consequences, David,” she says.

I just nod. I want to ask what that was, but I know she won’t tell. “So. Was what Anthony saw there filtered through his own limited comprehension, or did he see the same sick thing I did?”

She cocks her head. “He saw a monster, yes.”

“It wanted to eat me.”

“For some creatures, a loose soul is a tender meal.”

“Would it have gone after the family after it chowed down on me?”

“Perhaps. The boy, most likely, because he could see it.”

Because he tried to defend me. I stare at the wall. “If I left now, would he outgrow seeing supernatural things?”

The angel’s eyes are eager. “With nothing to remind him, he would become normal. It would protect him.”

“Let me think about it.” I turn and walk away, and the angel doesn’t follow. I don’t need to think. I just need to be away from her.

It wasn’t Anthony seeing ghosts that brought the monster — the demon — down on this house. It was me. It’s always been me that brought strange things to this house: angels, demons. Acoustic guitars.

Anthony’s outside of his room, trying to sand the claw marks out of the door with his dad’s tools. I tell him I’m leaving.

“You can’t leave,” Anthony says.

“I have to.” I remember what grief felt like when I was alive and had a throat to clench, eyes to sting. “I’m not calling anything else like that down on you. Okay? But you have to promise me something.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Promise me you’ll always remember. There are things in the world that are not normal, and they want to feed you the lie that they don’t exist. Pretend you can’t see them, but don’t forget. If you forget, you’ll be their sheep, like everyone else.”

“You could stay and watch my back.”

“No, I can’t. I’m dead. You have to go out and play piano concertos. I’m stuck to this building until I decide it’s time to leave. That’s now, I think.”

Letting go must be easy. It’s not an action, really. It’s stopping. Stopping the strain to cling to the world with my fingerprints, to retain the memory of a face, of hands.

I hate long goodbyes. I let go.

I’m nothing more than a shadow of mist when a last thought comes to me. “And if you ever get a chance to bust humanity out of its brain-washing, promise me you’ll take it! That would be awesome!”

I don’t know if he heard me — there wasn’t much me left to hear — but he waves a scribble-covered piece of paper. It might be a song about me, or a grocery list for all I know. I pretend it’s the former as I step into nothing, into all the potential afterlives in the universe, and wait to see what comes next.

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[aesthetictanuki]

Okay, so I'm replaying some other PB book and Cas came back to clobber me with thoughts on them, sooo ✌���😐 I have some opinions on what people expressed abt ID and Harlow. Not personal, that's why I am not using the reblog button- I just want to give my two cents (also seeing ppl, in my eyes, misinterpreting one of my fixations hurts physically, but that's u n r e l a t e d)

S O:

1. I saw some ppl expressing negative feelings towards the ID book ending- specifically the turning. And I don't know if I am fully on board with disliking it myself.

I do get that it being non con might be a no-go to many. But idk.

I am most likely biased, as someone who has been dreaming about being "anyone, but myself" tbh. But more importantly: the MC was about to greet the Grim Reaper. And then you have two, still very young and impulsive vampires, with someone who literally gave them hope and a reason to live basically, looking at them about to die. So they made the choice they both thought (and which honestly WAS) the only way for MC to see another day. I get why it might bother others, I just think there's more below the surface.

2. Cas killing that girl in the first chapter and their feelings around all of this. I hadn't been sure how to feel about it, but I gave it some thought. Take it as a headcannon or just a theory, since barely anything is relieved about their past, as of now.

So, I gathered what I know:

Cas hated their life before turning. To the point of losing hope for the future, not caring about themselves, not seeing much point in life pretty much (until MC showed up).

They claim that vampires are their genuine family. They highlight how they care for each other "more than most biological families would".

The above is important while mentioning that they felt weak and alone before as well, until turning and MC moving in.

All of that painted me an important picture (but again, it's just my theory) that perhaps, Cas didn't really have actual friends, but even more, I think when you look closely, it seems that their biological family failed them as well...

When the MC expressed their feelings, simply saying "thank you for being a part of my life" and we see Cas crying while stating that no one else told them that before.

When they cling onto the Venandi coven almost no matter what, because Venandi is their family, real family. Yet, unlike Gabe, they never mention their human family. It's never "I was alone, maybe except my parents" or "despite having a home, not having friends sucked". It is "I was alone. I was weak. I had no one."

So I think, considering the above, it adds to Cas' character that their vampire family that gave them security, friends, home and safety means so much that they would do anything for them. They have known them for decades if I remember correctly, but Cas is still impulsive and, imo, drunk off of not being weak. Being able to get rid of anything and anyone that endangers them and those close.

Because maybe, after finally feeling like others want them, like they finally belong somewhere, they are willing to spill the blood. Because they went through so much misery that the only way you can get their family is out of Harlow's cold, dead hands.

Also I think their hatered for humans comes more from hatered for their past self. That whenever they see any human, they only see themselves that they hoped to burrow (from that convo outside the hospital with "how about we don't talk? It makes it hard to forget" deal). That weak and pathetic human Cas Harlow that wasn't able to fight for themselves, wasn't able to get any friends, that felt like such a failure that no one around them could muster this "thank you for existing" type of sentence that made them cry at the school lab.

All of this would add to the fact that being a vampire meant getting out of that pit of despair they seemed to be in. As they stated a time or two, being a vampire means being alive. Being turned is being born again.

It meant killing human Harlow- human disappointed by other humans, by themselves, by the world, with a clear mental baggage to match-and welcoming vampire Harlow.

A vampire that will do anything it takes to, this time, preserve everything that gives them even an ounce of happiness.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Hello! I just wanted to pop in and say that I really love reading your posts. I think that you're really funny and that your writing's really good! I'd also like to request a little ask in case your requests are open. Again, thank you for really lighting up my day with your blog!! So, how would the brothers react to nb Mc introducing their boyfriend? You don't have to do this if you don't want to. It's up to you how you want the bf to be.

my request aren´t open but this sounds like something I´ll haven fun writing and there is no way I could say no when you give me so many nice compliments, but I´ll just make it s/o (significant other) instead of a BF

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Lucifer:

he will say he isn´t bothered by you choosing someone over him but he lies

this will be a massive hit to his Pride, you almost can´t tell who´s the true Avatar of Envy

it´s only worsened by the fact that your s/o is an incredible sweetheart and as horrible as it is for him to say they act like a true Angel

which is also one of the reasons why he hates them the other is that you love them despite your s/o being inferior to him in every way

he´ll be pouty and salty for all eternity

Mammon:

hates them with a burning passion and uses every opportunity to make your s/o understand it

oh they want to improve their relationship with Mammon? go die in a ditch so he can have Mc

the s/o could be the nicest person in all three realms and Mammon would still hate them no matter what, they even became his nr.1 person to rob

when something of the s/o disappeared everybody knows to search Mammon and/or his room

he even tried to push his debt onto them when they still refused to accept the fact that Mammon will hate them for all eternity because they ruined his chance with Mc

Leviathan:

also hates them with a burning passion

but he´s less openly hostile towards them, usually he just runs away crying and screaming how unfair it is that Mc got someone so great compared to his yucky Otaku self

or he tries to drown them or feed them to Lotan depends on his mood, the worse it is the more likely he´ll use Lotan or just finish the job himself

he tries to beat them in every video game he or the s/o owns in his own way to show off

it does not work and always ends with the s/o complimenting him, man how he hates such annoying Normies as them

Satan:

he actively tried to murder them before and still does

like every time Satan sees them or even just catches a whiff of them he´s chasing after them like a blood hound

and the s/o thinks he´s just playing around??? honestly you don´t know if it´s good will or just plain stupidity

as hard as it is to believe he might even hate them more than Lucifer which everybody would think is impossible but I guess being with his favorite Human is enough for him to achieve this

the s7o should watch their back, the Avatar of Wrath isn´t known to be merciful especially if he doesn´t like you

Asmodeus:

he always tries to act like he doesn´t care by acting like always

but if Asmo is ever left alone with you s/o he will tear them into multiple pieces and present you their heart onto a platter

he also hates how nice they are to him every time they compliment him he just wants to wring their neck, he wants compliments from his favorite Human :(

he would also try to kill their social life he knows people from all three realms he could easily do it

but he won´t, not because he has boring human moral standards

he knows when he does it that you know and he could never life with himself if you hated him

Beelzebub:

he promised you he won´t try and eat your s/o but what you didn´t see was him crossing his fingers behind his back

anyway he always tries to eat your s/o when you aren´t looking and they try to interact with him

they also tried to eat some of his food once, big emphasis on once they never tried after it which was weird because it was still their food

food doesn´t belong to Beel just because he says so, the puppy eyes and threats don´t always work

the s/o also tried making him food to win him over, Beel ate the food but still hates them

and he will never like them for taking his and Belphie´s Mc away >:|

Belphegor:

also tries to murder them constantly but the s/o doesn´t take him serious and gives him pillows and blankets

which Belphie actively refuses he even kicks them away when he´s asleep, good dedication to the grudge he developed

he pretty much tried all of the pranks he and Satan pulled on Lucifer which didn´t work, which would all be lethal for Humans

the s/o just plays along and some time even acts as if Belphie actually killed them

which only makes Belphie hate them even more

it´s pretty much a habit of Belphie´s now to try and kill your s/o for taking his favorite nap buddy away from him and Beel

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𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈

Angst/fluff, 2 endings.

Belphie and MC engage in an innocent experiment with a potion. Soon they will discover untold secrets of the past and unspoken words of the present.

SPOILERS LESSON 16 Gender neutral character, 2K words, proofread. English is not my first language, sorry If I misspelled something. TW: Light mentions of violence, mention of a potion that makes you sleep, air depravation. That's it, let me know if I missed a tw.

It was an extremely boring day in the house of lamentation.

Everyone seemed to be occupied, out or getting tied to the ceiling by Lucifer for trying to make money of some family heirloom.

So you decided to go to the very next option for entertainment. Solomon.

Lucky for you he was working on a new semi-safe potion.

He explained that it was a potion to reveal one’s biggest desire but since he was working with unknown ingredients anything could happen.

The only thing he had assured was that once someone ingested it, they would be creating a doppelganger for a day or so.

So he needed someone to test it and you needed anything to get out of boredom. It was perfect.

On your way to the dorm, you spotted a blue-ish hair color. Your heart started beating faster. You could feel it in your mouth.

-Belphie!

You ran to hug him. He seemed surprised but hugged you back quickly warming your heart a little bit.

-You seem rather excited.-He said with a sleepy voice and blushed cheeks.

-I am, I just got back from Solomon’s room.

-W-why? – he said trying to hide his annoyance.

-Well I was bored and he offered to help me out. – You said with a teasing voice

His look said “Go on MC”. And he stood there silently until you continued.

You knew you couldn’t bother him any longer, that sweet purple gaze melted you.

You picked the little bottle Solomon gave you and shook it in Belphie’s face with a giggle.

You explained what it did and he seemed convinced nothing would happen for his double.

-You can’t blame me if mine isn’t exciting. It’ll probably lay in bed all day.

-But that’s a yes? You’ll try it with me?

-Fineeee but only because you are the one asking. I’m not comfortable  with the idea of drinking something Solomon is testing.

-Great!

-But… - He said while posing his arms around you, his lips very close to your ear-it would be a 100% more entertaining if we just give it to Lucifer. Think about it MC! His face when he hears there’s some guy disrupting the peace and when he finds him, it’s him! That’s priceless HAHAH

-You have a problem Belphie.

-Wathever, I won’t take criticism from someone who is willing to do all of this out of boredom.-he separated himself from you only to take your hand, guiding you to his room.

You both took the little sip required. Nothing was happening until a great weight started bringing your eyelids shut.

-What a scam! I feel nothing.- The sloth demon said irritated.

-I feel… I think I want to nap… right now.- Your body felt heavy all of a sudden.

-O-okay! sleepy face, don’t die on me like that. Come on.- Belphie started carrying you to his bed.

-You really need to handle your potions MC, what if I wasn’t here!

You felt his arms around your body as he setteled next to you, soft cushions under your weight, it felt like floating on a cloud.

-I- I think I need to nap too.- Belphie said mid yawn.

-Belphie?-You said with the last energy you had.- Thank you for doing this with me. Even napping feels lovely with you… by my side.

You didn’t saw his face but you knew him enough to know he was fighting a huge blush deepening in his pale skin.

-You… you shouldn’t. I- thanks MC.- A kiss landed at the back of your head.- I…feel the same..- he said fighting his own slumber.

You thought for a moment about how embarrassing would be to wake up to Belphie bothering you about what you said but it didn’t felt like that anymore. At this point you didn’t cared, you promised to your sleeping self that when you woke up, you were going to talk to him about all of this pent up feelings you had lately. About the ache in your heart that appeared every time you tried to tell him and failed.

You were going to express how much you loved him.

You don’t know for how long you were out and by the time you woke up, Belphie was gone.

You noticed a pending message on your DDD.

Belphie: Went out for some food, my stomach’s killing me! You want something? Anything. A kiss maybe?

With a smile on your face you tried to remember what happened. Something important at the back of your head trying to get out.

-The potion!

Had Solomon failed? Did he just made some sleeping brew? You were on your way to tell him your discoveries when Asmo stopped you by.

-MC! HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME EARLIER

-Whaa?

-I just wanted to show you my new diamond face mask, perhaps even share it if you wanted and you just blew past me. I’m actually heartbroken.-The now very sparkly demon pouted.

-No Asmo, it’s not like that! I guess I didn’t heard you, you know I could never ignore you.

Asmodeus looked at you for a good minute before answering.

-Okay I believe you MC, it does sound kind of crazy for someone to actually ignore me, those cute eyes of yours sure know better.

-By the way, where was this… incident?

-Well I was on my way to the dorms when I spotted you by the stairs to the attic. What were you doing there?

-I-I was looking for Belphie actually.-suddenly with a sting at your heart, you remembered your promise.

-Isn’t that him?- He pointed behind you, by the time you looked back he was gone. Only a trail of familiarity staying.

-Everyone seems in such a hurry today.-Asmo said with a calmly.

-I’m sorry Asmo, I need to go, we’ll try your face mask this afternoon! – You said as you started running towards Belphie’s direction.

-Okaaay! Take care MC! And never ignore me again!

You ran as excitement shoot trough your body, your hands began to sweat.  

Determined to speak your mind, you followed him to the attic stairs.

-Belphie wait up!

You heard Belphie’s laugh. How could he?! Make you run upstairs at a time like this. He was definitely going to pay.

Finally you reached the attic room.

As you walked, Belphie’s voice became more clear.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breath?”

Those words stopped you in your tracks. It couldn’t be… right?

“Seeing a human face twisted in pain like this”

A rush of adrenaline surged trough your spine. You were familiar with the scenario.

As you listened more and more, you could swear you began to feel a familiar pressure around your neck, but there was no one around you. You finally gathered the courage to look through the open door, and what you saw left you frozen.

Distraught laughter filling the room and in the floor there was your doppelganger, bloody and beaten, fighting foolishly for their last breath, Belphie’s hands around their throat.

Now it felt like you were choking on hot, toxic air. The lack of oxygen started to get to you and as you were falling to the floor, you could hear a familiar voice.

-MC!

It was Belphie, he looked like he ran like hell just to find you. There was fear in his eyes.  

-What’s wrong MC?!

 Steps were coming from the other side of the room. You couldn´t speak and Belphie started to panic due to your red face.

-I can´t….breathe.- You barely stammered.

Belphegor got up to the strange sounds, maybe he could find a solution in the other room, just to find his breath caught in his troath at the horrific scenario.

-S-stop.- Belphie whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.- PLEASE STOP!- a piercing scream came out of his mouth.

And as if by magic, the air came back to you and the doppelgangers dissappeared.

-M-MC are you okay?

-I ran here to say… that I- I love…-you couldn’t finish your sentence, your heart couldn’t take it anymore. Was this Belphie’s desire? To kill you again? After everything that happened, you didn’t mind him not talking ever about it. You could handle it as long as he kept being by your side but now? All you wanted was to crumble on the floor and forget about him.

-No-no this isn’t, it’s not what you think MC! Please!-He tried to grab your arm but stopped when you flinched.

At this point, Belphie started crying again.

-MC I-I love you, I could never please hear me-Belphie cried.

He had never said “I love you“ out loud, you felt a little guilt inside you but it was soon replaced with anger. He wanted to kill you, he’s a demon. One that tricked you once. You wouldn’t let him do it again.

-You terrify me Belphegor.- was the last thing you said to him before you ran out of that place.

Belphie stood in the dark attic room, unable to move, all the blood, all the hatred his doppelganger painted in the walls, was gone but it remained present in his mind. It was his biggest sin.

No, that wasn’t it. His biggest sin was never apologizing enough. He was ashamed of that fateful day, he hoped that you forgave him some day without him having to talk about it. But the shame was still there, eating him from inside every day.

So today, with the potion, he was nervous you were going to see him for who he was. Hopelessly in love with you, a fool that couldn’t even say sorry, much less confesss his deep love for you, his greatest desire.

But things went south, he didn’t knew what happened. This wasn’t it. This couldn’t be anything but a misunderstanding.

He loved you, he wasn’t going to lose you over this. He was going to apologize, he was going to be honest. This time, he was going to do everything right.

~ Angsty ending ~

Belphie ran on your trail after talking to Solomon. (more like yelling at Solomon) for an answer, an explanation that would put an end to this problem.

And he got it, he could finally clean his name, tell you how much he loved you and have you believing him this time.

-Asmo! Is MC inside?- he panted drawing the blond’s attention. Asmo didn’t looked okay.

-I came here…I don’t know what happened.- Belphie realized the puffy eyes and red nose in Asmo’s face.

-What do you mean?

-They left.-Asmo said grimly.-Left just like that. They didn't say when they would return but it didn't look like they were going to Belphie.

Asmo threw himself into Belphie’s arms, defeated, he started crying loudly.

The tears in Belphegor’s eyes soon escaped, he held his brother tightly as if he was going to collapse at any moment.

You were gone because of him, he could handle his brothers' soon-to-be hatred but he could never recover from your loss.

What was he going to do with all the unspoken words?

What was he going to do without the warmth of your presence, your hugs in the morning and your goodnight texts?

If only he could rewind time, if only he could tell you the truth of the potion.

You could know what that nightmare revealed. His greatest regret.

Who knows what would happen if he took the potion now, the only sure thing is that he could add another regret to the list.

Not reaching you on time had to be number one.

~ Fluff ending ~

As he stood in complete silence, something ignited inside him. Maybe it was the searing pain in his chest or the lack of your hands in his.

But he started running like he had never run before, he expected to catch you at the next corner and when he didn’t, he seemed to run even faster.

Very soon he managed to spot your figure.

You were on the ground, amongst a garden, with your hands on your face and a wound on your knee that you had probably gotten from falling on the rough ground.

-MC!.- He yelled not expecting the need in his voice. He saw you were startled to say the least.

- No, get away from me Belphegor!- You said with clear pain in your face when you tried to move.

-You are hurt…- He said, laying there, you looked tiny, he soon realized how fragile humans could be, if a simple fall could bring you down to your knees, his heart broke more just thinking about the horrific scene his doppelganger had created, the one he actually executed in you. Another you.

It pained him to think about him laughing at your dying body. When right now all he wanted was to protect you.

-I’m so so sorry MC. What I did was unforgivable and the fact that I never really said anything to you, is fucking worse. I am deeply sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything sooner. I’m sorry you had to relive that shit.- Belphie said, giving into his own pain, he knelt before you.

If it weren't for the fact that you were still in front of him, he would have burst into tears right there and then. But he continued, your crystallized eyes kept him going on.

-I know I’ve fucked up, a lot, but I would never hurt you like I did. I'll be dead before I think of doing you any harm. I…I love you so much MC. I love you to the point of feeling my heart explode every time you lay your eyes on me. If there is one thing I know for sure, it is that you are the person I want to take care of, always and I want you to be the person who takes care of me. I have loved you for a long time and I will continue to love you until the end of my days.

And if you really don't believe me, please, let’s go to Solomon, I’m sure he can explain all of this!

- Belphie stop. –You said, a certain sadness in your voice.- Why now? Why are you telling me all of this now that I had to feel myself dying again? This shit cannot keep happening! I won’t let you hurt me!

-I know I have no right to ask you to trust me, but this is real. No matter what happens, you should know the truth. I owe you that much. And the truth is, I have fell for you. Head over hills and all. And I would never hurt you.- He said as he grabbed your hands gently.-You are my greatest desire.

It was hard believing in him again, not feeling like this was another one of his tricks, being afraid of his next move. But that feeling left with time. And with Solomon explaining what the potion did you were left a little bit more calm.

Since the sourcerer used unknown ingredients, he ended up making the opposite of what he told you. He apologized deeply and you agreed not to experiment like that again.

As for Belphie, he made sure you to give you time and comfort every time you needed it. He swore never to hide anything from you again and to communicate with you even if it was about difficult matters.

Well maybe he could keep something for himself. Just for a bit.

Tomorrow was the day he was going to ask you out officially, he prepared a nice picnic underneath the stars, your favorite snacks and a beautiful flower arrangement. He just hoped you accepted his advances.

“MC, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you…Would you please be mine?”

Thanks for reading my first fic. I love angst since it fills my soul,so tips and suggestions are always welcome. Have a great day my beautiful demon simp 💗