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beauty and the freak | one shot

the photo of Eddie which I used here is an edit made by amazing @eddiemunsonsmum 🥰

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: When you accidentally witness a conversation between Wayne and the principal about Eddie's education, you get an idea that could help you both. Unfortunately, he is not thrilled with the idea. Not believing in your good intentions, he takes a defensive tactic that could destroy your dream of winning the competition. Maybe happy ends are reserved only for Disney movies? angst/fluff, super cheesy, some of you might even say it's cringe, school acquaintances to lovers, Eddie is an asshole at the beggining

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when I talk about the song Beauty and the Beast here I always mean the version from the movie because it it has a very special place in my heart, also I know that the movie is from 1991 but can we just preted for now that it was already in 1986?

yes - I got carried away. At some point I think that this story is not good enough, that there is something missing but when I try to add something more I just can't - my brain is empty.

On the other hand I also think it might be a little too much, so I will understand if some of you won't simply like this. Just - my latests works focused more on angst than on fluff, I kinda missed my cheesy fluffs, so you know... thank you for reading.

Also shot out to the best beta reader @i-me-mine ♥

"I'm sorry Mr. Munson, this condition must be fulfilled if your nephew wants to graduate from high school this year." the principal said as he and Wayne walked out of his office into the hallway.

"We really can't include his Hellfire Club?" resigned Wayne asked.

"Unfortunately no. Edward will graduate this year on the condition that he gets involved in the life of the school. A requirement of his graduation is to join another club and actively participate in its actions. We must have proof that he really cares."

"Where the hell are we going to find a school club that is willing to accept him? You know that his reputation is not among the best."

"There are plenty of options to choose from, I'm sure you'll find something, there are free spots in athletics."

"Nothing in the world for any price would force this boy into sports." The man shook his head. He was worried. He was worried because he knew that most of the students would run away from any contact with Eddie, the rumors in town about him being a Satan worshipper were getting more and more frequent, people really believed that the board game was just a cover-up.

In truth, you tried not to eavesdrop, however, it was not quite possible, because this conversation was going on right next to your locker, at which you were standing together with Robin.

Your relationship with Eddie was not very good. The truth was that you only associated with each other only in the school hallways and quick meetings when hellfire took over the room after rehearsals of the drama club of which you were the leader. You never exchanged a single word with each other. You had no reason to help him, but the truth was that the situation seemed to benefit both of you.

Seeing his uncle saying goodbye to the principal, you decided to act before you could think.

"Mr. Munson!" you shouted, approaching him with a quick step.

"Yes?" he asked puzzled raising an eyebrow.

"I want to help." You said trying not to feel strange. "My name is y/n, I'm the drama club president. By chance I overheard your conversation with the principal and thought maybe Eddie would join us?"

"That would be great." he replied, and the surprise on his face turned into a warm smile. He didn't expect to meet someone willing to help, but your reaction breathed some hope into him.

"The boy who was supposed to play the lead role has moved out of Hawkins, I think Eddie will be a great fit to take his place!" you said excited that you had managed to find a replacement.

"You wanna give my boy the lead role?" the surprise on his face looked hilarious.

"Why not?" you shrugged your shoulders. "We have rehearsals on Wednesdays and Fridays at four o'clock," you smiled.

"I'll tell him. Thank you."

Drama club was everything you loved. You loved taking on different roles, covering important topics through art, but most of all it was great fun for you, an escape from the scary reality you were in.

Part of it was also the competition you took part in every year, which was not the easiest, as you competed against much richer schools, which always beat you in costumes and decorations. When you became president this year, you swore to yourself that you would do everything to make sure that in your last year at this school the win belonged to you. As soon as you found out that this year's theme was going to be Disney movies adaptations you immediately knew what to choose. Beauty and the Beast.

From the beginning of the school year until Christmas break, you worked on the script, putting all your heart and soul into it. The whole story carried a very important message that you wanted to get across to everyone through your performance. When at the first rehearsal after your return you showed the script to the other members and it was enthusiastically accepted you got down to work, unfortunately you soon had to stop and look for someone to replace Michael.

Dustin had always praised Eddie and how well he could play characters from his campaigns. This was another reason why you decided to help him. You hoped that he would know how to play the role of the beast and later the prince just as well. In truth, you hoped Dustin wasn't lying, because this was your final lifeline. Chasing the bad thoughts out of your head, you tried to set a positive attitude. Eddie Munson must have been a great actor, and together with his help you will finally be able to win. This thought fueled you to action. Unfortunately, things did not go as well as you thought.

To say that Eddie didn't like the idea is not enough. He actually detested it. When Wayne told him about the fact that you had offered to help him he immediately began to suspect that the whole thing was some kind of bizarre trap that he had to let himself get caught in anyway, or else he would not have graduated from high school once again. The fact that he was forced to do so made his hostile attitude even greater.

Despite the assurances of Dustin, who was also a member of the club, and his efforts to prove to him that taking part in the play would be fun, Eddie defended himself against it by not even listening to the boy.

Nevertheless, he began to show up for rehearsals, eventually having to, because at the beginning of each one Principal Higgins would come to check if he was there for sure.

You tried to be patient. You tried to ignore all the taunting comments on his part, you tried to ignore the fact that he never, even once, looked at the script and didn't even try to do anything when you were rehearsing scenes involving him. He just sat on the stage showing you how much he didn't care. Since you only took him here to turn him into an even bigger ridicule for the whole school, he had no intention of helping you in this. His defense mechanism was to prove to you at every step that you made a mistake in proposing his joining the play, and the biggest one was the fact that you gave him the lead role. Unfortunately, Eddie, blinded by his "mission," did not see how he was slowly ruining everything you cared about. Every mean comment he made about your vision of the play was like a knife in the back, and over time you stopped counting them all, it was too much. From rehearsal to rehearsal you had less strength, all your enthusiasm and motivation disappeared as you silently took another blow accepting the fact that your chance of winning was practically zero.

Many times you offered to stay with him longer and rehearse his scenes together, since you both play the main roles, most of which you had together. Three times he agreed to this, giving you hope that something would change, but each time he purposely did not show up even once leaving you alone in the hall waiting for him for several hours. There was no fourth time. You knew Eddie didn't respect you or your work, but coming to terms with it was even more difficult. You desperately grasped every opportunity to try to change his mind, but in vain. Nothing could talk sense into him.

The contest was two months away, and you didn't really have anything. Eddie still hadn't learned his scenes and wasn't even going to, and because of this the rehearsals couldn't move on.

Another Friday in a row, he was late, but while you were working on Dustin's costume you both jumped when you heard the loud bang of the door.

"What the hell is this?!" yelled Eddie walking heavily toward you. In his hand he was holding a poster ripped from the wall. "Why the hell is my name here?!" he pointed his finger at the tiny inscription.

"Dude, there are the names of everyone who takes part in this." Dustin replied looking at him strangely.

"You have the lead role, Eddie, I guess it's logical that your name should appear there." you replied putting down the needle and thread.

"Your wonderful plan is working, congratulations." he threw a the paper in your direction, surprised you didn't even have time to catch it. "Are you satisfied enough?" his gaze was full of anger, and seeing your surprised face he got even angrier. He didn't believe that you were really going to pretend that you didn't know anything. The problem was that you didn't really know about what plan he was talking about.

"Eddie I don't understand-" you said quietly.

"You're pathetic." he said interrupting you. "You got me into all this shit on purpose just to humiliate me in front of the whole school, but I'm more than that. I don't care about your stupid play, I don't care about some damn competition. I'm only here because I have to and my presence is the only thing you can count on! Fuck you." He replied and walked away to the other end of the room sitting there.

"Y/n, are you okay?" asked Dustin seeing tears coming to your eyes.

Picking up the poster from the floor, you looked at it. The title of the play was crossed out. The word Beast was crossed out with a red marker and now the title looked like Beauty and the Beast FREAK.

Did Eddie really think it was all your fault? You began to wonder what you had done to even cause him to think that way, after all this time you had been trying to be nice to him. You never responded to his nasty comments, you silently accepted them and then tried to forget about them and attempt to communicate with him in some way, but still to no avail. No matter how hard you tried Eddie Munson unjustifiably considered you his enemy, despite the fact that you wanted to be his ally.

"Where are you going?" asked Dustin again, seeing as you had begun to gather your things.

"The rehearsal is over. Nothing will come of it anyway. On Monday I'm going to say that we're quitting the competition." you replied resignedly. "It's pointless."

When you went out into the corridor you saw that all the posters you had hung up were broken. Beauty and the Beast FREAK was hitting your eyes, making you boil inside. You had put so much work into making them, and some douche decided to destroy it just like that. You took a deep breath and started tearing down all the posters, went through the whole school, with your last stop being the gym. Walking up there you saw none other than Jason and his minions standing by one of the posters. Without a word you pushed your way through them tearing off the poster from the wall that Jason was writing on with a red marker, causing the group to laugh.

"What's up princess?" he asked mockingly. "Where is your Beast? Freak couldn't handle the pressure?"

Clenching your fists around the paper, you began to breathe quickly and deeply. "What's your problem Jason?" you asked.

"Nothin', it's nice that you care about me." he smirked.

"You are a piece of shit." you howled. Your patience was running out, Eddie's behavior was killing you, everything you had been working on for the past months was in ruins and you didn't have the strength to believe that everything was okay. "You are a fucking piece of shit." Your words made him laugh even more.

"Could it be that our little drama queen, has a crush on the freak? Is that why you gave him the role? Did you think that since he would have to pretend to fall in love with you on stage, it would be the same in real life?" everyone burst out laughing, which made you feel even worse.

Without answering anything you once again squeezed past them and walked out of the gym to the outside. Holding all the ripped posters in your hands, you walked over to the big trashcan and threw everything away, feeling a strange sting in your heart. Quickly getting on your bike, you returned home where you allowed yourself to drown in the sorrow and sadness that was overwhelming you.

Saturday afternoon at the Munsons' trailer was passing quietly. Wayne was watching the sports channel and Eddie was learning a new song on the guitar. The calm ended when someone aggressively began pounding on their door with their fist.

"Eddie!" a female voice came from behind the door. "I know you're home, I saw your car, and your guitar can be heard at the other end of town!" she shouted without stopping the knocking. "Open the damn door so I can kill you!"

Surprised by the visit, Wayne slowly opened the door only to see a girl with short hair and a furious look on her face. Behind her stood a terrified boy whom Wayne remembered from Hellfire.

"How can I help?" the confused man asked.

"Good afternoon, can I talk to Eddie?" she asked looking inside the trailer. Wayne, completely unprepared for such a situation, did not know what to do. He stood motionless considering his next move. He knew that Eddie had a lot of enemies, he knew that most of the locals wished him badly, but an angry, skinny girl who Eddie could carry out the door with one hand and a frightened freshman didn't look very threatening. Besides, the situation looked serious since they had come to deal with him all the way here.

The man moved slightly away from the door to call out to his nephew, Robin quickly took advantage of the situation and squeezed through the vacant space entering the trailer.

"Robin, holy shit!" shouted a panicked Dustin and ran after her. She impetuously opened the door to his room.

"Buckley? the fuck-" when he spotted her he put down his guitar, but didn't have time to say or do anything else because within seconds she came slapping his cheek. Wayne and Dustin stared with open mouths at the scene taking place in front of them.

"You asshole!" she shouted. "Who do you think you are?!"

"Enough! can someone explain to me what's going on here?" asked Wayne, who had finally recovered from his shock.

"Yeah, Eddie, explain to your uncle what you did." She crossed her arms over her chest sending him a rage-filled look.

"Robin…" Dustin once again said her name wanting to calm her down.

"Shut up Dustin! Y/n didn't deserve to be treated like that!"

"Henderson?" asked Eddie in an angry voice, completely as if he felt betrayed. Dustin in panic looked between the two of them breathing louder and faster.

"Leave the boy alone, you are goin' to give him a heart attack!" Wayne cut in seeing the boy's confusion. "Isn't y/n the girl from the drama club?"

"Yes, she is. She wanted to help him, gave him the role, and he destroyed everything!"

"I destroyed everything? She did it just to humiliate me in front of the whole school!"

"You are unbelievable Munson! All through high school you struggle with the bullies, you mock them, you hate them, but when it comes down to business you act just like them! You did the same with y/n what Jason is doing with you! I think you even went a step further, at least Jason isn't destroying everything you care about!" Eddie listened to her words in shock, he didn't look at it from that side. He had no idea how to respond. "You're not going to answer anything now? You were so talkative when you called her pathetic in front of all the club members! Do you have any idea how much it all meant to her? How much work did it cost her to write the whole script alone? How many things did she have to give up for this damn competition?"

"She really just wanted to help…" Dustin's voice was quiet, but the sincerity in it was loud enough.

"This was supposed to be the first time our stupid school was going to win against all those rich snobs, she finally had everything worked out to perfection, then Michael left and she found you. She decided to trust you and give you the lead role in something she cared about most in the world, but of course Eddie 'I don't giva s hit about anything' Munson once again had to prove how much he din't care." Robin was no longer screaming. Now only disappointment and disgust could be heard in her voice. "All along I thought you didn't deserve the way people treated you, not just me," she said. "Y/n never said a single bad word about you, she always believed when Dustin, Lucas and Mike admired you and praised you at every possible step. She only wanted to help you, and the result is that she is now crying her eyes out because some asshole decided to destroy her dreams. You are much worse than Carver." The last sentence was the seal of the visit. Immediately after, she apologized to Wayne for the disturbance and left the trailer.

"I fucked up, didn't I?" asked Eddie looking at them and patting his still sore cheek.

"Why did you do it son?" asked Wayne.

"I don't know! I presumed in advance that the whole thing was some kind of lame prank, it was weird to believe that anyone would want to help me." he replied.

"You should apologize to that girl," he said.

"It's too late anyway."

"Maybe not entirely too late?" said Dustin. "She hasn't written us out of the competition yet, she didn't want to do it until Monday, so you still have a chance to show that you care."

"How?"

Then the boy took out his copy of the script from his backpack. "If she sees that you're making an effort and have learned a few lines maybe all is not lost." he said, smiling.

Thus, for the rest of the day, with the help of Dustin and Wayne, Eddie learned his lines by heart. In the evening, when he drove the boy home he still stopped by Family Video. The first time Robin saw him, Steve had to hold her by force to keep her from tearing him to pieces. Only after he apologized and explained why he had come there she calmed down. When he got home, he read the script once again before going to bed, adding in pencil minor corrections that he thought would improve some scenes.

He couldn't get Robin's words about being worse than Jason out of his head. She was right. Your relationship had always been estranged, but he never noticed you following the crowd that tried to make his life miserable day after day. He felt like a complete idiot, he preemptively, unreasonably judged you of all the worst things, without even giving you a chance to show otherwise. He did to you what people have been doing to him from the very beginning, and the worst part is that if Robin hadn't barged in here today, he wouldn't have even noticed. He fell asleep hoping to let him apologize and make things right.

Getting your address was a hard task, but after several phone calls to Dustin and promises and vows never to say a single bad word about you again, finally the boy cracked and said so. Without waiting a moment longer Eddie drove to the indicated place. In the meantime, it began to rain, and even though the path from the street to the door was not long, it rained hard enough to get him wet.

The door was opened by your mother, who looked surprised to see a soaked metalhead on her doorstep. He was prepared that she was about to start yelling that he should get out of there, but to his surprise she smiled slightly.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Good afternoon, uh- Is y/n home? I am Eddie, Eddie Munson." he said stressed while extending his hand. He felt like he was making a complete idiot of himself.

"Are you from her club?" she asked, looking at the sticking-out script in his half-zipped backpack.

"Yes." he replied in almost a whisper.

"Y/n went out to the grocery store, but she should be back soon, you can wait for her inside." She replied and opened the door wider letting him inside. Pulling off his shoes and hanging his wet jacket on the hanger, he walked deeper into the house looking around. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you." He replied, putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. It was all strange, too strange. He felt uncomfortable, completely like he was violating your boundaries. He definitely shouldn't be here though, he didn't see any other way to fix things.

"I'm glad you came, this visit will definitely make her feel better, since she came back from her last rehearsal she has been so awfully sad." The woman sighed, sitting down on the couch.

"She is?" he asked avoiding her gaze. She probably didn't realize that the main reason for her daughter's sadness was standing right in front of her.

"This play was everything to her, I remember the day she came home saying that she had found someone else to be the prince, she was so excited, she couldn't stop repeating that with this boy in the lead role she was sure to success, in her opinion he was a perfect fit." She smiled sadly and shook her head. "I don't know the details, but all I know is that for some reason you have to drop the competition, I've never seen her so disappointed before."

Eddie wanted to collapse to the ground. He was ashamed. He couldn't get over how badly he had behaved toward you, and now standing in your house talking to your mother as if he had done nothing wrong felt even worse. The woman must have sensed his discomfort, because after a moment of silence she asked if he was okay.

"Yeah, sorry, I was thinking." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And, uh, I'm here because I have an idea how to fix it, maybe we won't have to give it up."

Her face lit up, but she didn't have time to answer him, because just then you came home. She smiled broadly at the sight of you, but you didn't feel like smiling at all.

"Eddie?" you asked surprised. How did he know where you lived?

"What are you doing here?" you felt your nerves piling up inside you, your last conversation was not one of the best, you didn't think this time could be different.

"I- I came to talk."

"I'm going to Claudia, give your friend some cake later darling, have fun, I'll be back late, bye!" your mother said quickly sensing some tension between you. Wanting to give you some privacy she walked out of the house leaving you alone surrounded by an awkward silence.

"Why are you here?" you asked, unable to bear it any more. You were still not at your best, the whole situation was still hurting you so it was hard for you to pretend to be calm and controlled.

"I came to apologize." he replied sincerely. For the first time he looked at you in a way other than with anger. His big dark eyes even begged for forgiveness. "I acted like an idiot, I really want to apologize," he said.

"Your apology won't change anything Eddie." you replied. Despite the sincerity in his voice, you still weren't sure if you should believe him.

"Here." he said pulling out a script from his backpack and threw it in your direction. "Check me. Ask for any scene - I know them all."

His confidence caught you off guard. Tentatively, you opened the first better scene and slowly read one of Dustin's lines. To your surprise, instead of monotonously reciting from memory, he began to display full theatricality, the kind Dustin always had to mention. In front of you just stood a totally different Eddie, whom you had not yet met. The longer you interviewed him, the more the atmosphere between you softened. It became more and more difficult for you to keep the smile that was on your lips as he played out the scenes without stammering.

"Okay, I must admit that you have prepared very well." you replied no longer hiding your smile.

"So?" He smiled broadly spreading his hands.

"So?" you repeated his question not knowing quite what he meant.

"We don't have to quit!" The glimmer of hope that appeared in your eyes caused a strange warmth in his body.

"Do you really want to?"

"Yeah, 'course I do." he replied, putting his hands in his back pockets. Your reaction almost knocked him off his feet, literally because not being prepared for you to run up and hug him he lost his balance, fortunately you were able to hold you both up.

"Sorry." you said embarrassed. "I got a little carried away."

"No, don't be sorry." he said quietly. When was the last time someone hugged him out of their own free will? He couldn't remember. The feeling of such closeness, which had been foreign to him until then, left behind a nice trace that he focused on as he looked at your red face. He wanted to do it again and this time reciprocate the embrace but quickly gave it up. "I uh- I added a few ideas in the script, what I think we could add or change a little- Not that your idea would be bad, you did a great job here! I just…" he started to panic slightly, because he didn't want to make you upset once again.

"It's okay." you paused him. "We can take a look at it while having a cake?" you suggested.

"Sure." he accepted your proposal with relief.

After you cut the cake, you sat together on the couch and began reviewing the script. You sat close enough to each other that occasionally your knees would touch, including your hands when you accidentally both pointed to a scene at the same time. This always ended in awkward, shy smiles that awakened tiny butterflies in your stomachs.

Trying to ignore it, you tried to focus on Eddie's ideas. Some of them were really good, his creativity really impressed you. All the rumors that his campaigns were some of the best had to be true. Feeling much more confident in his company, somewhere in between you started asking him about them. At first he gave curt and uncertain answers, but when he saw that you were really interested in it he swam away, feeling that he was in his element.

Who would have thought that someday the day would come where the scary and menacing Eddie Munson would be sitting there on your couch laughing with you. As unrealistic as it seemed, it was one of the best moments in recent time, and it didn't look like the end at all. As you ran through the entire scenario, the metalhead took another item out of his backpack.

"At first I thought that as soon as you saw me here you would immediately throw me out the door, but that doesn't change the fact that I also allowed myself a plan B, in case you would show mercy to a fool like me." he said in a dramatic tone. "I thought it would be good to know the original story." He handed you the box with the tape. You quickly took it from him and slid it into the player.

Eddie surprised you even more by completely engaging in what was happening on the screen. You expected jokes and teasing comments on his part, however, none of that happened.

"It's my favorite moment." you said as Belle and Beast started feeding the birds. "This is where everything changes." you said quietly starting to softly sing the song along with the characters.

There's something sweet and almost kind But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined And now he's dear and so unsure I wonder why I didn't see it there before

She glanced this way, I thought I saw And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw No, it can't be, I'll just ignore But then she's never looked at me that way before

Your gaze was on the screen, so Eddie took advantage of the moments to look at you. Your hair was slightly messy, and your lips moved gently to form the words of a song that seemed strangely accurate to him. Just a few hours ago he was sure you hated him, now you were sitting as close to him as ever, and every now and then he would catch you sending him soft glances, behind which was something he couldn't quite figure out yet, just like Belle was looking at the Beast.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to look at him. You only smiled and then immediately went back to watching. He couldn't help thinking that he wanted to see that smile much more often, and it would be even better if he could be the reason for that smile as well.

"So…Something tells me that the choice of this exact movie was not accidental?" he asked suddenly.

"Do you want to know the selfish truth, or should I just make something up?" you asked, leaning a little closer to him.

"Only and only the truth," he said.

"The truth is simple. It's my favorite. I could watch this movie for hours and would never get bored. Besides, I love the way they showed that everyone deserves a second chance. He was the Beast before he became one and this is where the soul of the hopeless romantic in me comes in…" You chuckled. "Despite how terrible he was to her in the beginning she was still able to see something good in him and helped him find it underneath all that layer of monster. Goodness, respect and warmth from another human being was something foreign, so I'm not surprised he was like that. I think to some extent it was his defense mechanism."

Eddie just nodded, thinking about your words. If the Beast deserved a second chance maybe he did too? In the back of his head, a small voice spoke up, representing a secretive desire for your acquaintance to develop beyond the drama club. "I can't tell you the rest so as not to give spoilers, just watch." you patted his knee and put your hand close to his. If he moved a few millimeters your pinkies would touch. Considering the pros and cons in his head, he once again restrained himself feeling only the strange itching caused by such proximity.

"Wait, that's not in the script." he said when the iconic ballroom scene began. "Why?"

"Oh, you know we'll be competing with very rich schools?"

"Yeah."

"They always have their own bands that play music for their live shows, we unfortunately don't, and playing music from an old, shitty stereo would immediately push us into last place, compared to them. Also, we don't have much choice in costumes, and all the ball dresses that are there are too small or damaged. As for sewing, I only know the basics, I wouldn't be able to fix or remake them." you explained.

A plan was already being born in Eddie's head.

When the movie was over he decided that he had to go. You were surprised by a small sting of disappointment when he said this. When you said goodbye he apologized to you once again and then thanked you for a good time. You did the same.

Returning home, he found Wayne sitting there in front of the TV. Halfway to his room he stopped looking at his old man. He sent him a questioning look, taking a sip of beer from the bottle.

"How- Can you teach me how to dance?" Hearing his nephew's question he choked. He had been able to expect crazy things from him in truth, and this counted among the near impossible. But here they were, in the middle of a small living room, when Wayne in a very clumsy way tried to transfer all his knowledge about slow dancing to Eddie, who also didn't have much experience in it.

The rest of the members were relieved to hear that you are not quitting the competition, Eddie apologized to everyone at the start for his behavior and everything was back on track. The most satisfied with all this seemed to be Dustin. Joy gushed out of him seeing his two favorite people getting along and no one yelling at anyone anymore. Everyone also accepted the changes in the script, which meant that you had to rehearse three times a week instead of two to prepare everything carefully.

You and Eddie spent more and more time together, under the pretext of practicing your roles you met after school sitting either at your house or in his trailer. Your friendship became so ingrained in your life that you couldn't remember what it was like before it. The closer you got to know him, the more different he became from everything people said about him. He was incredibly creative and intelligent, watching his behavior towards Dustin you also saw that he was very protective of his friends, he had a warmth in him that was reserved only for a select few. He showed more of it to you every day, whenever he spotted you in the crowd in the corridor he beamed, quite as if the sun was hidden in his smile.

You were sitting at the table with Robin and Nancy but your thoughts were on the opposite side of the room. You watched Eddie talk about something with Dustin and then with the guys he's in a band with, who nodded their heads. When he raised his gaze and your eyes met he smiled broadly showing dimples in his cheeks and waved at you. You abashedly waved back and quickly turned your head feeling yourself blushing.

"Someone's been caught red-handed." Nancy hummed.

"I can't believe that I almost scratched his eyes out for you and now you're drooling at the sight of him." Robin rolled her eyes.

"I am not!" you protested, feeling even more embarrassed about your situation. "And… he changed."

"I'll need more details to believe what you say." she replied unimpressed. Robin was a great friend and very protective. Not knowing why, you wanted her to have a good opinion about Eddie, too.

"He is very helpful, kind and funny! Whenever I feel we are stuck with something he always helps me, no matter how long it takes. He got very involved in the play, and we spend a lot of time because of that, when you get to know him better, you find out that he is not as scary as everyone says, just the opposite." you tried to defend him.

"Oh my god, Nancy, we lost her." Robin dramatically slumped on the table.

"Being in love is not that bad, Robin." she laughed.

"I am not in love with Eddie!" you whispered aggressively.

"Not yet." Nancy shrugged her shoulders.

"Even if not in love, you have a crush on him. That's disgusting." Buckley perked up, just in time to see Eddie heading toward your table. "Your prince is coming." she said loudly, purposely so he would hear it.

"Buckley, Wheeler." He nodded in their direction. "Y/n." he turned to face you.

"Robin!" shouted Dustin from across the room and waved his hand in a gesture to come over to him. She and Nancy left you alone and moved toward the boy.

"Hi." You said when the metalhead took a seat across from you.

"Hi." he replied. "I'll see you at the rehearsal today?" he asked.

"Of course, why not?" you asked surprised.

"I was wondering… maybe we could take a ride somewhere later?"

"Oh, sure, where?" you replied puzzled.

"It's a surprise, trust me." He winked at you and returned to his table, where he exchanged a few more sentences with Robin. Unfortunately, she didn't want to tell you what they talked about, but you didn't feel like thinking too much about it. There was another thought in your head that made your heart beat twice as fast as it should. Did Eddie Munson ask you out on a date?

As agreed - immediately after the rehearsal you got into his van and drove out of the school parking lot. Nerves and a slight hint of excitement bubbled inside you as Eddie still wouldn't reveal where you were going.

Finally, you pulled into the Trailer Park. While you wondered why he took you to the place where he lived he prayed in his soul that you wouldn't get scared and run away. He knew that people react differently to this place, but he hoped that his whole plan would work. Stepping out of the car, you looked around thinking which trailer might belong to him. He once mentioned that his uncle works night shifts, so if he wanted to be alone with you he wouldn't bring you here now, would he?

"Uh…Eddie? Why are we here?" you asked.

"Oh- you said you couldn't sew the ball dress yourself…" he said exiting the car and walked to the back of it. "So I thought we could do something about it, if you are okay with it of course-"

"But why?" So it wasn't a date. Aside from being disappointed, you felt a little ashamed that you could think such a thing at all, you hoped Eddie wasn't able to see it.

"Just trust me, 'kay?" he asked, taking the pile of old dresses from the theater club you mentioned while watching the movie that evening.

Without a word, you approached one of the trailers he told you to knock on because of his busy hands. The door was opened to you by a short older woman with thick glasses on her nose.

"Eddie! Come in!" she quickly let you inside.

"Mrs. Smith, this is y/n. Y/n this is Mrs. Smith, the best retired dressmaker in Hawkins." he said sending her charming smile.

"Sweet as honey," she laughed. "And look at you! As beautiful as he described." she turned to you winking her eye. "Come on sweetie, we have to measure you."

Still confused without a word you moved deeper into the trailer. The woman took a tailor's tape measure and began to place it on your body, then looked at the dresses Eddie had brought, and when the final vision appeared in her mind she sat down at the sewing machine and got to work. In the meantime, she began to question you about the play, eager to tell her about it, even Eddie excitedly talked about some of the moments he was best at playing. You watched him with a smile on your lips, reminding yourself what a big difference there was between your early days and now. Eddie may not have noticed the warm sparks in your eyes, but Mrs. Smith caught them right away. When the dress was finished you went to the other room to change.

"Oh my god." the woman pressed both hands to her chest. "You look like a real princess darling, come on, look at yourself!" she said excitedly as you came back to the living room.

You approached the mirror with your eyes stuck to the floor, not knowing why you were afraid to lift your gaze and see your reflection. You've never been a fan of your appearance, but now you cared like never to like what you saw.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be afraid." she said putting her hands on your shoulders completely as if she sensed your discomfort.

You took a deep breath and slowly raised your head. The material highlighted your waistline, your cleavage was slightly cut out however in your opinion it was just the right size. The delicate material spread out around you, gently lifting when Ms. Smith told you to turn around. Even though you weren't wearing a proper makeup and your hair was a bit disheveled, the sight that greeted you in the mirror was a positive surprise. You felt beautiful, and for the first time in a very long time you felt the positive boost of your self-esteem fill you from the inside.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel…pretty." you answered quietly smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

"As you should." she chuckled.

"Thank you so much." In all your delight, you didn't notice that Eddie wasn't in the trailer, the fact that he had left only reached you when he returned to it.

"Well, young man, you were right - your girl looks just like from a fairlytale." she said as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh she is not-" he started to say however when he noticed you in your new outfit the words stopped in his throat. With an open mouth he looked at every centimeter of your body. For a while he had thought you were always looking very lovely, but now that you were standing in front of him in a beautiful ball dress, smiling from ear to ear, with a sparkle of happiness in your eyes he felt enchanted. Suddenly, all the beautiful princesses he had ever read about or created for his campaigns faded next to you. He also immediately knew on whom he would design his next ones.

You weren't the only one who looked fabulous. Eddie also swapped his hellfire shirt and torn jeans for a prince's costume, keeping the two shirt buttons undone, because when he had them buttoned he could feel himself suffocating.

"Now I'm starting to think that you're the Beauty." you joked.

"nu-uh," he shook his head. "No way." His voice was soft and to some extent intimate, easily taking control of you with it, and you eagerly let him. "Now, m'lady…" he bent down in front of you extending his hand. "Please follow me to your chariot."

Giggling you grabbed his hand, said goodbye and thanked Mrs. Smith again, who handed you your clothes and let him lead you to the van helping you get in.

While on the road, he avoided any questions about what else he had come up with. Every now and then, glancing in your direction, he could feel his nerves slowly gathering inside him. He was afraid that what he had planned would be too much, but there was no turning back. Nevertheless, seeing that you were excited instead of scared, he felt a little calmer.

"Why are we at the school?" you asked when you pulled into the parking lot.

"You have to trust me, please." he said getting out of the car and with a quick step he walked over to open the door for you.

"I trust you." you replied jumping out of the van and following him.

"Can you close your eyes?" he asked when you reached the right place. You did as he asked and felt him take your hands in his and begin to lead you forward. He stopped for a moment and you heard heavy door opening, then his hands found yours again. As you entered the room you heard whispers from other people but you still didn't open your eyes not wanting to spoil the surprise. When you finally stopped he said you could open them. +

Baffled you looked with delight at the scenery and decorations that looked almost like from a movie. There was a background painted on a big sheet and all around instead of big school lamps there were candles lighting up, and white Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. In the corner you noticed his friends from the band, Robin and one girl who played violin in the school band. Everyone smiled in your direction but no one said anything.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"Do you like it?" he asked still not letting go of your hands. He wondered if you could feel him sweating and hoping that you didn't.

"It's amazing!" you said. "But I don't understand."

"Let me show you." He pulled you gently to him and, taking a deep breath, placed one hand on your waist tilting the other slightly positioning you to dance. Later he looked toward the band and nodded.

It all started with the soft sounds of the violin followed by the rest of the instruments and at the very end Robin's voice.

Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends Unexpectedly

Just a little change Small to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared Beauty and the beast

Ever just the same| Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise

You let him lead you. Giving yourself over completely to the magic that filled the situation, you wanted to take as much as possible from it. Eddie was internally dying of stress. In his head he was replaying everything as he practiced with Wayne, but his movements were stiff and clumsily, not like his uncle's. Despite the fact that he stepped on you a few times you seemed to pay no attention to it. In that moment only him existed for you. That moment that was too beautiful to be real. Wanting to see that it wasn't fiction you squeezed your hand on his bicep, as you took another step he sent you a questioning look.

"I'm checking if it's not a dream." you replied quietly looking straight into his eyes. You could have killed him with the sincerity he heard in that sentence. In truth it all felt like a dream to you, he could see it in your dreamy expression.

"'s not." he replied gaining a little more confidence, spinning you around and then pulling you close again. Taking advantage of the closeness you leant your head on him still letting him sway you to the rhythm of the song.

Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before Ever just as sure As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time Tune as old as song Bittersweet and strange Finding you can change Learning you were wrong Certain as the sun Rising in the east Tale as old as time Song as old as rhyme Beauty and the beast

Eddie had always been one of those who believed that magic existed. Now he was almost certain of it. Dancing with you in the semi-darkness, knowing that his plan had succeeded and seeing the soft, satisfied smile on your lips, he felt that he could have had anything he wanted - even the whole world. He had never felt like this before, and it definitely had to be due to magic. He saw no other explanation for the soothing warmth he felt in his heart, it just had to be pure magic.

As the song came to an end, he spun you around one last time and, placing his large hand on your back, he paused. Your lips, which he had been trying not to pay attention to for a long time, suddenly became all too noticeable. He wanted to kiss you so bad that moment - maybe if the others hadn't been watching you he would have leaned toward you long ago, but instead he stepped back slightly and looked at you. At how beautiful you looked in that dress, at how your seemingly messy hair added to your loveliness, at how you kept your hands on him without showing disgust or shame. Trying to read the emotion on your face, he saw nothing there but clear admiration, which suddenly frightened him also scaring away any thoughts of a kiss. Coming back to his senses he bowed to you and placed a small kiss on the top of your hand. For that moment, it had to be enough.

Unfortunately, everything beautiful ends quickly, all magic left and fled to its realm the moment someone turned on the light.

"So? What do you think?" an excited Robin ran up to you.

"It was wonderful!"

"Do you think we can add this scene to the script now?" asked Eddie.

"We have to!"

Eddie and you changed into your normal clothes and returned to help clean up the decorations, meanwhile figuring out how you would add everything to the script. After less than an hour, you all left the school. When he spotted Steve in the parking lot, who must have come to pick up Robin, he immediately offered to drive you home, not wanting you to go with them.

You were glad that your friend slowly began to change her opinion of him, after all, she had agreed to help him with everything, so you took that as a good sign.

All the way home you wondered what you should tell him. Everything he has done for you lately has been beyond your wildest expectations. From time to time you opened your mouth to say something, but each time you gave up, quickly turning your head towards the window. As you pulled up in front of the house, Eddie looked at you when once again you were struggling to find the words of any kind.

"You know you can be honest with me, right?" he said quietly, not wanting to sound pathetic. He didn't want to show that all the way through he saw you trying to tell him something. He didn't want to show that there was already a scenario in his mind where you were saying that what he did was an exaggeration and you didn't really like it. His overthinking prompted him to think that you were about to say that it was a bad idea to engage him in your play in the first place.

How perverse life could be? Just a few weeks ago he would have done anything to get rid of this role, now he was afraid of losing it, and with it he was afraid of losing something much more, someone who was becoming a very important part of his life although he didn't yet have the courage to admit it.

"I know." you replied with a sigh.

"If you didn't like it…"

"No! Oh, god no! That's not it." You said quickly turning toward him. "That's all you did for me…It was amazing. No one has ever done anything like that for me, no one has ever made me feel as special as you did today…"

"So what's the problem?"

"I keep thinking what I can say to thank you, but I can't find the words, my brain is suddenly empty." You chuckled nervously.

"Usually 'Thank you' is enough." He replied feeling immensely relieved. There it was again. That boyish smile that appeared in front of your eyes every time you closed them.

Feeling that it still wouldn't be enough, after a moment's thought and the huge reserves of courage you must have gathered in your body, you leaned over the gearbox toward him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thnak you Eddie." you said, gently brushing your lips against his cheek while saying these words. It was like the touch of a ghost, only instead of cold, he felt like he was about to burst into flames.

"You- you're Welcome." he mouthed in shock.

The way you thanked him was more than enough. It made him think that when Eddie went to bed after an eventful day, falling asleep he smiled like a fool while holding his cheek. That was the moment when Eddie Munson realised he was a goner for you.

The last rehearsal before the competition was just a formality, you all put so much work and effort into it, everyone knew their roles inside out, and thanks to Eddie's ideas the whole play became even more beautiful, especially the dance scene which every time made you feel as if you were transported to a fairy tale dimension where only the two of you could fit in.

You were just about to practice it again, but before Robin could sing the first words the door opened with a bang. Half of the basketball team, headed by Jason, walked in.

"Well, well, well!" he shouted looking around with a sneer on his lips, holding a disgusting-looking green smoothie in his hand. "I never thought there would be a day when I'd see Freak dressed in something other than his torn tatters," he said.

"The hell do you want?" you asked walking up to him. You really didn't feel like or have the strength to waste time on him.

"We came to see how you are doing, after all, you will be representing our school," he said.

"Since when do you care about this?"

"Since now." he replied while looking around once again. "And hey- I thought the title was Beauty and the Beast."

"It is." interjected Dusin.

"So where the hell is the Beauty? I only see two Beasts here so far." his comment drew laughter from the rest of his friends.

"That's enough." Said Eddie stepping forward. "Get the fuck out of here and take your minions with you." He pointed with his hand to the door.

"I don't know, I'd really like to see how you do on stage. Also, maybe it's not too late to ask Chrissy if she'd like to play Belle? It seems to me that for this role you need a person who is at least good-looking, and there is no one like that here."

"Serously Jason, just get out of here before you dirty something with your disgusting drink." You tried to be more composed than Eddie. You knew that was his goal, to get some kind of reaction from you. He wanted to see how he would get you guys off balance.

"Hm." he hummed and took a step toward you. "You mean get dirty…like this?" before anyone had time to react his drink landed right on your dress.

The sound of laughter was drowned out by the noise of your own blood and heartbeat. Feeling humiliated you squeezed through them and ran to the bathroom wanting to hide. You quickly grabbed a paper towel, soaked it and tried to wipe off the disgusting stain, unfortunately, whatever was mixed in that smoothie didn't want to come off so easily. Hot tears ran down your cheeks. You were angry, but also sad. Feeling helpless, you leaned against the sink and looked in the mirror. Your reflection had already stopped seeming to please you. Instead, worse and worse adjectives began to come to mind the longer you looked at yourself. Pathetic. That's what you chose as the best description of yourself and how you looked now. That was exactly what Eddie had called you during your last argument. Maybe he was right?

"Y/n!" Robin ran breathlessly into the bathroom. "Oh my god I am so sorry, son of a bitch I will kill him." she said looking at the ruined dress and then your reddened eyes.

"And I will help you." Immediately behind her, Eddie appeared. "I can go do it right now, just say the word." you suddenly felt overwhelmed by his presence. Overwhelmed that he sees you in such an ugly state.

"Did you know this is the girls' bathroom?" asked Robin.

"And do I look like I care right now?" he snapped at her. "Do you want me to go get him?" he returned with his eyes.

"No." You sniffed. "He was right, I don't fit into this."

"No. Stop." His voice was firm but gentle. "Don't say that. I don't know anyone more perfect for this role, don't let that bastard mess with your brain, please."

"You're saying that just to make me feel better."

"No. I'm saying it because I think so." he walked closer to you. "Look at me." he cupped your face in his hands. His heart suddenly lost its connection to his reason. It was now driven only and exclusively by emotion. "You are perfect for this role. Not only because you are so beautiful that I sometimes run out of breath, but because, like Bella, you are damn intelligent, you do everything to pursue your dreams, you care about others, you make everyone around you feel appreciated and happy, you always try to see something good in others even though they don't deserve it." Your face was still in his hands, and with his thumbs he wiped the tears from under your eyes. "I didn't deserve it, but yet you gave me a chance. Carver is not worth your tears. I'm not either, no one is, because you're too good for all of us. For the whole damn Hawkins. You are something more, much more. And never think in anything that you are not good enough. Because you are the best. Perfect."

Somewhere in the process, he moved close enough to you that his forehead rested against yours. You could feel his rapid breath on your skin. You were so close to each other that the urge to kiss you came back even stronger, but he knew this was not the moment to cross that line. He pulled you close with a hug, completely as if he wanted his arms to become a shield and protect you from everything bad. You needed comfort, and you openly accepted the one offered by Eddie by snuggling your face into his chest, listening to the rapid but steady beat of his heart.

From the sidelines, Robin watched you with a fond smile on her lips. In that moment, she finally believed you that he had changed. Until then, she didn't understand where all your admiration for the metalhead came from. Even when he even begged her to agree to sing a song in your play. Only now she saw that someone who had hurt you so much in the beginning was also the person who could make you the happiest in the world.

When you calmed down, you returned to the drama room, where you changed clothes. Ordering a short break, Eddie took advantage of the slow moment and took the dress to the cleaners, hoping they could save it. When he returned you finished the rehearsal, and then each went his own way to prepare mentally in solitude for the performance, from which you are now only two days away.

Doomsday has finally arrived. Despite the stress and nerves, you were all excited. You truly felt like you had a chance to win, after all, everything about your performance had to be at the highest level.

You were the last to perform, so you had a lot of time to watch your competitors, who were unfortunately great. Beautiful decorations and costumes that looked like they came from a real movie set, all too expensive for an ordinary inter-school competition. Although you loved your handmade decorations and costumes, you couldn't stop the thoughts that told you they would never compare to those in the view of others.

When it was finally your turn, you forgot about yourself, replacing your personality with Belle's. In that moment, you didn't exist, just as Eddie Munson didn't exist either. Portraying how your characters were falling in love with each other was the easiest thing in the world. The initial small and shy gestures came naturally, all the lines designed to direct the audience that the Beauty was becoming enamored with the Beast passed easily through your throat. Deep down you knew the reason for this.

During the iconic ballroom dance scene, you didn't have to fake your enchantment at all. You felt the same way every time, and now was no exception, because somewhere during this crazy journey your characters were not the only ones who fell in love with each other. Somewhere under the disguise of a beast, Eddie was sneaking into your heart, and in that moment it occurred to you that his roots were already so deep that there was no turning back. It was certain as the sun rising in the east, that you were undeniably and seriously in love with Eddie Munson. Something between the two of you allowed you to believe that he, at least in a small way, also felt the same.

As the song came to an end you managed to catch a quick glimpse of the audience, your mom, Dustin's Mom and Eddie's Uncle were sitting in the front row, looking very touched and proud.

In the final scene, the Beast was stabbed. In despair, you fell to your knees beside Eddie's body, beginning to sob and beg him not to leave you.

"I can't lose you." you repeated over and over again. It didn't just apply to the show. It was the one that brought you together and it was the one that could separate you. For a long time you had tried to push those thoughts aside, but now that the end was so close you couldn't defend against them. Despite the moments when you had the feeling that the metalhead reciprocated your feelings, you also knew that there was a chance that today could be the last day before he disappeared from your life, so the sadness that accompanied you was a little more real than you wanted it to be.

Suddenly all the lights in the hall went out, Eddie had less than two minutes to get rid of his beast costume, put on his tattered clothes and become a prince. This wasn't difficult either, because with disheveled curls on his head, he looked gorgeous in the light of the colorful spotlights that symbolized the magic of the enchanted rose. Like a real prince from your fondest dreams. You stood motionless staring at him intensely, your brain couldn't keep up with your eyes, you felt yourself getting hot.

"Belle…" he said, extending his hand toward you. You didn't react. Still unable to shake off the excess of emotions that fell upon you in an instant. Seeing this, he decided to improvise. With a slow step, he approached you and gently grabbed your hand and, lifting it up, applied it to his cheek. "It's me."

Forgetting about the rest of the world and the fact that you were now being watched by more than a hundred people you completely drifted off into the moment. "Yes, it's you." you replied smiling and placing your other hand on his cheek. "It's really you." Without waiting for his response, you made one last change in the script. Instead of the usual hug that was in the original version, you kissed him.

However, it wasn't Belle who kissed the prince. It was you kissing Eddie, and moments later, when he got over the shock, Eddie kissed you while wrapping his arms around your waist. Relief, desire, happiness, excitement. If the feelings could be materialized they would look like little fireworks exploding all around you. His warm lips matched yours perfectly, his taste suddenly becoming your favorite. No kiss you had ever experienced in your life equaled this one. Leaning you back slightly, Eddie deepened the kiss one last time before pulling away from you. Looking into each other's eyes you both smiled like dumb fools.

You were brought back to the real world by the thunderous applause you received from the audience, you reluctantly moved away from each other as the rest of the group joined you. Together, all of you, holding hands, bowed and left the stage. Backstage, your loved ones were already waiting for you. Your mother hugged you tightly complimenting you on everything she could, Wayne patted Eddie proudly on the shoulder, and then came up to you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and handed it to you saying it was the best play he had ever seen. Later, absorbed in conversations with the rest of the members, you didn't have time to talk about what happened between you on stage. Part of you was dying of curiosity to know what he really thought about it, but the other part, the more insecure one, preferred never to bring up the subject anymore fearing rejection.

Finally it was time for the results to be announced, and you stood between Dustin and Eddie, squeezing their hands tightly as the jury announced its verdict. Unfortunately, the magic you felt on stage did not reach them and you got second place. You were disappointed, but that was not the reason that worried you. Even so, you were proud of you guys, in your mind you were the winners. What weighed on your heart was Eddie's behavior, who as soon as he heard the results completely died down. He silently helped clean everything up, trying to avoid contact with you, finally saying only a quiet "Bye." And together he and Wayne drove home. You went over this scenario in your head a thousand times, but you would never have expected everything to end so rapidly and unexpectedly.

You spent the night staring at the ceiling and analyzing your entire friendship from beginning to end, was the magical feeling just a figment of your imagination? Did you interpret everything wrong? Why once again were you about to lose something you cared so much about?

For a whole week Eddie avoided you like the plague. You still couldn't get over it, and even worse was the missing him. Whenever he spotted you in the hallway he immediately changed direction and looked away. You knew that kissing him would be crossing a boundary to some extent, but you didn't expect that this will be the result. You thought that at least you would be able to talk about it. You also didn't understand why he reciprocated it then, why he was smiling from ear to ear immediately afterwards and everything was fine until the results were announced. Was he disgusted with you and what had happened?

"If you want I'll go talk to him again, but I don't promise to be nice." said Robin seeing your sad sight of the wounded puppy that followed his silhouette in the corridor.

"No. I'll go this time." you sighed, promising yourself that this would be the last time you would dare to look into those chocolate eyes that you now dreamed of at night.

Not wanting to face rejection in the middle of the school hallway, you waited patiently until the end of class. Unfortunately, somewhere in the middle of the day Eddie completely disappeared from the area, so determined you immediately set off on foot towards the trailer park. Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating with your quest. Halfway there, cold and heavy raindrops started to fall from the sky. The thought crossed your mind that you should turn back, but your determination did not allow you to do so. Soaked and cold, with mud on your shoes and the bottom of your jeans, you arrived at your destination, looking around. Oh well. You had no idea which trailer belonged to the Munsons, anyway. Stupid. Stupid. You stupid idiot. You scolded yourself in your mind. Your hair stuck to your face interfering with your clear vision. But what did you really want to see? Wandering between the trailers, you noticed his car. It was standing in such a place that you didn't know which trailer you could attach it to.

"Jesus Christ, kid!" you heard a familiar voice from behind you immediately turning to him. "Come inside!" Wayne opened the door wide and, splashing your feet on the ground, you ran to the trailer.

When you stepped inside you were hit by a pleasant wave of warmth, and after a moment a soft, dry towel that the man took out for you from a cabinet that was located in a small hallway.

"Thank you." you said quietly instantly wiping your head.

"The hell are you doin' here in this weather?" he asked, walking over to the stove and grabbing the kettle. "I'm gonna make you some tea to warm you up."

"I wanted to talk to Eddie." you said quietly while covering your face slightly with a towel. You must have looked ridiculous, Wayne must have thought you had lost your mind.

At the same time Eddie was lying on his bed with his walkman diving into the world of music listening to the saddest songs he could find in his collection. For a week you had not left his thoughts even for a second, and the memory of your kiss haunted him at the absolute least opportune moments. The touch of your lips left a permanent mark on him and a void that could not be filled by anything else. He couldn't get out of his head the small, sweet sound that involuntarily emerged from the back of your throat when he reciprocated the kiss. When he closed his eyes he could see the happiness that was painted on your face and how your eyes sparkled in the spotlight. It was all too good to be true. The moment he heard the verdict and saw the disappointment on your face he knew it was over. That you probably didn't want anything to do with him anymore, after all, it was because of him that you didn't win. It was his fault, he let you down and didn't know how he could look you in the face any longer after that.

Lying on his side and staring at the wall he was cut off from the real world when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. Surprised and slightly frightened, he broke off sitting down on the mattress with even more disbelief looking at you soaked in the middle of his room. Had he fallen asleep and it was his imagination playing tricks on him now? He began to blink rapidly, but when you still did not disappear, he pinched his arm.

"Eddie I am real." you said seeing his behavior.

"What are you doing here?" he asked pulling off his headphones.

"I came to talk."

"About what?"

"About that kiss." he only nodded tightening his lips into a thin line, mentally preparing himself to hear how much you regret it. You gave him a moment to respond but he didn't, so you just continued. "I know I shouldn't have. I know I basically did it without your permission, and you may feel bad about it, you have a right to." you sighed. "I was just thinking- Actually I don't know what I was thinking, at that moment the only thing I could focus on was how much I wanted to kiss you. I got carried away, it all looked so magical, you looked so magical that my common sense stopped working." You breathed heavier and heavier feeling the lump in your throat grow. "I'm really sorry for all this and I'll understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore. Just please tell me about it, because this silence and constant second-guessing of everything is killing me, I miss you Eddie and even if you don't reciprocate my feelings I would still like to have you in my life as a friend, but if you don't even want that… I will understand too."

It definitely had to be a dream. Or he must have smoked one too many joints and was now hallucinating. Whatever was happening now couldn't be real. You couldn't be real. You were too good. Too good for someone who destroyed your dreams.

"Say something Eddie, please." your quiet voice went straight to his heart. The heart you had long had at your fingertips.

"You came all the way out here, in a downpour, to tell me that, you wanted that kiss?" he asked getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

"If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have done it," you said.

"I thought it was you who didn't want to know me."

"But- why?"

"We didn't win because of me."

"Oh, Eddie." you bridged the gap between you by grabbing his hand. "Even though we didn't win the competition I thought I won something much better."

"What?"

"My own prince." You smiled softly.

This time he was the first to kiss you. This time the kiss was soothing, healing all the wounds of insecurity that had been bleeding inside you for the past week.

"Beauty and the Freak, huh?" he asked against your lips, smiling.

"No." you kissed him again.

"Beauty and the Beast?" he asked once again with teasing tone.

"Nope." another kiss.

"Then what?"

"Eddie and y/n." you whispered while hanging your arms around his neck.

"My favorite version." he hummed and snuggled his face into the bend of your neck.

"Hey kids, sorry to bother you, but the tea is ready." said Wayne peeking into the room. Seeing you two hugging he smiled broadly. "About damn time." he commented. "Now for the love of God give her some dry clothes before she gets cold!"

"Oh shit- yes." He walked quickly to the closet looking for something suitable in it. At that moment you were so hot that you completely forgot about how soaked you were. Happiness was working on you like a little internal furnace, but you gladly accepted one of his Hellfire shirts and his old PE shorts.

"You can call your mother and tell her you're staying with us for dinner, then Eddie will give you a ride home." the old man said disappearing behind the door.

As you left the room your attention was caught by a small piece of paper with a drawing on it. On it was a princess in a beautiful dress, strangely similar to you.

"What's that?" you asked, picking it up.

"Uh-oh…" Eddie began to blush. "It's a new character for my campaign."

"Looks nice." you chuckled.

"I had a very good inspiration." he laughed nervously.

"Will you tell me about her?"

"I'll tell you about anything you want."

"Sounds like a plan."

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After the Transformation (Younger Brothers)

Summary: After reverting back to their Feral (aka Demonic Form) you try your best to comfort them.

Here's the headcanon for more info

After the Transformation (Older Brothers)

Note: They can't speak in these form, your voice or their pet name serve as an anchor of sort, with each demon having a certain ability in these forms, also they're taller and bigger in these forms.

Satan

You would never imagine to see true wrath incarnate then seeing Satan in his Demonic form. Even though it was just a glimpse you can feel the rage and heat of his green flames coming off of him.

But what scared you the most was hearing you name mutter from him. However it was under all the growl and roaring he did. You saw him through his door shrouded in the darkness of his room. But the green flames coming off from his mane? was too bright to see as well.

Then you gasps when he instantly turn his head when he heard you, he roar throwing his head back before running and leaping out of his window, you try to burst into his room and call out to him. But Beel suddenly appears behind you and held you by your shoulder. "Its not safe for you being here MC"

"But Beel-"

"Satan is not himself right now. And I know that he won't forgive himself if he hurts you. And I don't want that either." Beel knows knows Satan's plight if something were ever happens to you while his like this. "Come on, Lucifer ask me to escort you to the castle"

He took you there via flight. As if he doesn't want any chances of Satan appearing out of nowhere while you two are grounded.

You two were greeted by Barbatos who escort you to one of the guest room of the castle. You stayed there while Beel and Barbatos left to stay guard outside of the castle.

As you stayed in your room, all you did was scroll through your phone. But immediately shock of all these post in Devilgram of "Wrath has come back" and pics of the brothers putting out the green flames that Satan made.

As tears start falling from your eyes, you can't help to be scared for Satan and how would he react if he ever see these or if he ever change back.

At that moment, you quietly left your room and through the back way of the castle and go on your search for Satan.

And you knew where to start first.

You head towards the house and immediately head to the woods where Munchkin's home is.

That where Satan usually goes when his feeling his wrath is taking over. And seeing the little kitten always comes him down.

Unfortunately you were only greeted by the sight of the little demon kitten and his home. Which means Satan still hasn't came here and that he somewhere in Devildom.

As you about to leave, a sound of a tree falling and a roar from the distance shook you and send shiver down your spine.

He's Here. In the woods. And his angry! You quickly gather Munchkin into your arms, before hiding somewhere nearby.

You quietly whimper as the sound of hooves, leaves and branches being step on and the sound of heavy breathing get closer.

You hide within an open gap of an old tree, with the little demon cat tuck into your chest as the sound of heavy breathing is right on the other side with only a thick wall of tree wood in between you and it. Or you should say him. Since you already know who's is this.

You heard him sniffing around and snarl before stepping away and towards Munchkin's home. He growl before slamming his arms on the house destroying it then let out a raging roar. It was loud enough to shake around him including the tree you're hiding it.

Munchkin meows and immediately try to wiggle out of your arms but you look down and try to hold him down before shushing him and pat his head.

Then like a sharp sting of hot metal, your eyes widen and heart beat rise instead as you felt him breathing down your head. You slowly glance up to see a horse skull with fangs and sharp teeth instead of the normal set of teeth. The hollow eyes shows two pair of green flames that serve as his eyes. His hair was in fact became his mane with green flame and embers seep from it. You gulp and look down onto his chest and see a fiery core right where his heart is cage within his expose ribs. His arms are more like that of a werewolf black fur with a green end tips with his nails are now green and black. His legs are that of the hind legs of an horse. His tail is slowly swing behind him much longer and thicker with spike even sharper.

You look up to meet his eyes. "Satan" You say his name not to loud and not to low.

He made a sound that of a eerie moan before you got startled by a sound of a bone crack. His jaw slowly cracks widen open and he kneels down to your eye level and there you saw a figure of a head shrouded in darkness then two flames lit up then a green twisted mouth appear roaring and moaning in pain. Then jaw of his skull instantly shut close and he grabs his skull while groaning in pain while stepping away from you.

He turn around and got on all fours, he shook his head before throwing his head back and let out roar of agony.

Then he hung his head low as he wince and breath heavily.

"Satan!" You call out but he ignores it, "Satan!" you tried again as you get closer. But when you getting a bit closer to him. He snarl without looking at you. Then you tried something. "Tan-Tan" He immediately pause for a moment then turn his head slightly towards you. "Tan-Tan, its me and Munchkin." The kitten meows in response.

A low sound of a growl came from Satan as he turns towards you fully. He slowly and carefully step closer as he stare into your eyes maintaining eye to eye contact. He stood tall right in front of you. You gulp and move Munchkin on one of your arms and used your free hand to reach to touch his arm then pull away so you can place your hand on the side of his skull. You watch his Iris? shriek before dilate then you notice his flame turn to a lighter shade of green. And soon you watch as his flame core burns brighter.

You start to tear up and and smile as you start caressing his skull which he soon lean into your touch. "Its okay, it's okay" He slightly nod before pulling away and quickly gather you into his arms carrying you and Munchkin. Then he turns and carrying you both away somewhere. That somewhere is the place he made as his den.

You notice that some of the things gather within the den are things from the house more noticeably things that were found right outside of the house like the flowers from the backyard, things of Mammon and Beel they left on the porch, and some yard decorations. He gently set you down in the area where is clear of things.

Munchkin meows before jumping off of you then walks towards Satan's arm and start rubbing his face against Satan's furry arm. He hesitantly reach down and stroke Munchkin's head with just one of his finger before turning and leaving the den. The kitten meows before returning to your side and tuck himself close to you.

You watch as Satan leaves and you stay put. You pull out your phone and text Beel and Barbatos that you found Satan and he didn't hurt you. And also told them that they should stay away from the woods since Satan seem to be territorial at state right now.

Just as press send you waited for Satan for an hour.

Satan came back with a dead dread deer in his jaws you can see some blood on his fangs and teeth. He set the deer down on the ground then he glances up with his flaming eyess before harsh dive down and start eating and ripping pieces of meat of the deer. He push further into its chest breaking through the chest cavity and you flinch when you heard something break and crunch. Then he pulls his head out and up with something in his teeth it torn away from the dead animal's body. You stare and saw it was its heart. Then Satan snap and brough the heart into his mouth and see that he was burning it with the flame from his mouth as if he was cooking it.

Once its cooked enough, he walks towards you and reach to the side for one of Mammon's tire cover and set the cooked heart on it like a plate then he gave the tire cover a little push bring it to you.

You blink and stare at the food before looking back at Satan who sat on his hind legs and tilit his head.

Left with no other option you sat down with Munchkin on your lap and then reach down and try to tear a tiny chunk of cooked heart, then slowly and brought it up to your lips and biting down before pulling it into your mouth. You gag a little because of the taste before swallowing it. Satan purrs with heigh before turning around and return to his kill and start eating. You quietly tear a piece of Munchkin before grabbing the heart and tossing to behind you. Then you set Munchkin on the tire cover and the meat and let him eat his share.

You look up and watch as Satan blow fire on to the dead corpses burning the fur off of it before begining to eat it.

You started to get drozy and lay down on your side and closing your eye.

Before you know it. You felt something big and warm curl around you. You glance up to see Satan, his skull close to your head lay down next to you with Munchkin on his mane.

You slowly and careful reach out and pet his cheek bone, he purr and growl before curling even closer to you. You left your hand there and close your eyes.

You three stayed in the woods for two days and did the same thing with you and Munchkin coming along and watched Satan hunt.

Now you really don't had a choice but to eat what Satan killed. One day Satan gave you a ride on his neck due to the spike running down his back. You two hiked up the mountain and there you saw the view where you can see the Capital of Devildom. As you got down from Satan and admire the view. Satan took the opportunity to leave for a moment and groan in pain and growl. Then he claw hard on the ground trying to ground himself. Luckily when you call out for him. It snap him back and return to you and you two head back to his den and sleep for the night.

The next morning, you woke up with two pair of human arms wrap around you, then push your back backwards and felt a naked chest press against your back and something... near your ass. You look over your shoulder and saw Satan's handsome human face snorting softly.

You smile and turn your body around and wrap your arms around him bring him closer and you nuzzle your face on the crook of his neck before giving it a soft kiss. "Hi~"

Satan didn't have to open his eyes, he just smile and lean and kiss the top of your head and mutter "Hey" He feel at peace.

Asmodeus

The last time you saw Asmo, he and Mammon was sneaking out to party at the fall, and when morning came Mammon burst into the dinning room, in a panic yelled that Asmo disappeared. He explain that in the middle of the party Asmo suddenly felt dizzy then head to the restroom. Mammon waited only to get inpatients and went to the restroom only to find that Asmo disappeared. He went out and looked for all night before heading back to the house, which lead to that moment.

You started to tear up and scared of what could happen to Asmo. Levi reassures you and clam you down.

That day the brothers went out looking for him, that's when Solomon suggest that maybe Asmo is going through the change. You who has no idea what that was. Solomon explain that it happens every semi-centennial or fifty years for demons so they can maintain their human form for a long period of time. If they stay in their human form or Suppressed form which was their regular demon form. Then all their demonic instinct would be difficult to control that if not careful will force them to change to their feral forms and never change back. The best way to avoid that from ever happening, Diavolo and Barbatos place a timer like curse on themselves and the brothers. That way if necessary they can sense if they needed to change back to their feral form and stay like that for a couple of days before changing back.

However Solomon suspect that Asmo ignored all his signs of his upcoming change that he didn't know that he was about to change.

You asked, if that was the case. Shouldn't Asmo be back by now since he did mention that it only takes a couple of days to stay in their feral form?

That when Solomon tells you that Asmo's change is different. In fact He, Beel and Barbatos takes longer to transform due to them being demons that goes through a metamorphosis change that would takes days even a week to complete.

With all that cleared up, you had no choice but to wait and hope that Asmo comes back safely. Then one day Solomon came into your room.

"Here" Solomon past you a vial of blue liquid. "It nullify Asmo's pheromones. That way if he appears and try to lure you with his scent you have something to clear your head." You nod and took the vial from him. He gave you a pat on the head and walk out of the room. "Oh one more thing." You turn to him. "I know that you hate using your pact against the brothers, but with Asmo... state don't hesitant to use it on him. I had some close encounter of being Asmo's prey in the past. If I hadn't use my pact. I won't be here"

With that Solomon left joining the others on the search for Asmo.

You took the vial in your hand and got up from your bed and walk towards your desk. There you looked and found a thick yard and use it to tie it to the vial and making it into a necklace.

You walk out of your room and head upstairs and went in to Asmo's room. You secretly go here whenever your alone to feel safe being around Asmo's things.

You climb up on his bed and lay down and hug one of his pillow and breath in his scent that remind in his pillow before drifting to sleep.

You slept there right up until the grandfather click strike twelve. Then you were waken up by the sound of something clicking then a wooded door creaking. You jolted up and looked around the room and right next to Asmo's closet was a secret door. And you shriek when you notice a eye peeking into the crack of the door as the sound of clicking from within the secret door.

You were about to jump off the bed when it suddenly moves scaring you. Then it quickly moves towards the door. You looked down at the legs of the bed and there you saw a giant pincer grabbing on one of the legs of the bed. Then the bed hits Asmo's dresser it whirl around and the headboard of Asmo's bed is now facing the secret door. It slam open and you scream as the in the shadow pulls the bed along with you into the dark room, quickly slamming the door shut as soon you enter the room.

You fell of the bed and landed on sand floor, you cough off the sand that got in your mouth before looking up and watch as the bed is being drag off somewhere further into the darken room which is hard to navigate around.

You got up and pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight setting.

You shine the light right in front of you, curious you decide to see what is the thing that stole Asmo's bed. Luckily it left a sand trail for you to follow.

Walking further into the dark room with occasionally looking at the side, you pause for a moment and saw a Mural of something big that resembles that of a scorpion and spider with four set of bat-like wings on its back. But you took notice that thing has horns and not anyone's horns, they kinda look like Asmo's horn.

Then it click, this is where Asmo he's been hiding or the very least where he changed.

You though to yourself and say that Asmo would want murals of himself being worship. But you saw depiction of people carrying other people to Asmo, you move you further down and see the next scene where Asmo holding one of the people like his craddling them in his giant pincers. Before seeing the next panel where Asmo is eating them with the face of the human is painted with a screaming expression.

Gulping out of fear and see that mural on the wall is showing how people sacrifice their own to Asmo while he was in his demonic form.

You stop and shine the light down and still you don't see anything. For a moment you thought of just heading back and call the other brothers and tell them that you know where Asmo is.

Sigh you look up and jumped when something move in the darkness. You took a deep and brave stands before moving forward and see if that's Asmo.

As you walk deeper into the darkness, all of a sudden some light shine at you cause you to groan and dropped your phone on the sand. You blink the blindness before reaching down and grab your phone. You shine you light back forward and immediately got hit with another light.

You quickly use your free hand to block the light. You continue on walking before you collided to something solid like a wall.

You place your hand on it and quickly notice that its smoother and clean like your were holding something familiar. You slowly drop the light down and saw the light that blinded you for a second was your own light and it bounces off from the freaking wall size mirror.

You looked further and saw the further down the wall on either side are now mirrors.

You gulped before continuing, you keep your sight forward. Not wanting to look at yourself in these mirrors, for whatever reason these mirror give off this eerie and unnerving feeling of them. Like there are here to judge what you are and make you feel bad seeing yourself on them.

You thought that maybe these were made specifically to keep Asmo in or made as somewhat of a trap for Asmo.

But that beg the question, why they haven't check this place out first? Or maybe they did and Asmo being Asmo, fooled them by not going here first and coming here when they check this place out.

You to busy thinking about Asmo, that you weren't paying attention to your surrounding that you bump into a mirror right in front you.

You groan and place a hand on your face before looking up. You turn and was shock the way you came from was blocked by a mirror.

You looked around to see that you are surrounded by mirrors, as if you seem to be in a hall of mirrors. You calm yourself and walk up to one of the mirrors and place a hand on it then you walk long the walls with your hand on the mirror wall.

Then your hand drops down, that were there's no mirror. You enter that opening and kept a hand by the wall as you walk down the narrow hall of mirrors.

As you walk further, you suddenly hear wiping and sobbing right down the hall you're in.

As you got closer to the noise, a scent hit your nose for a second before fading. You saw an opening down the hall where a light source can be seen. You quicken your pace and walk in the well lit room and see it was another room where mirrors are all on the walls. You looked up to see an opening where the devildom moon light is shining down at the center of the room right at were the mouth of the hole above is rocks like it was a cave.

Then you back down to the center of the room and just now notice Asmo's bed is right at the center of the cave where the moonlight is shining down on.

You stare at the bed as if this was the first time you lay your eyes on it. When it clearly isn't. But something it and just looking at it for too long up you in some sort of trance. You eyes were half open and dull all you can see was the bed while you can only see blur around your vision. You slowly approach the bed and crawl on it before laying down on your back as you stare blankly at the moon through the hole above.

You were out of it when something from the shadow of the cave move and start to crawl down from the ceiling and down to the sand below. It made sound that of clicking and hiss like noise that were more of that of insect noises.

Accompany by the sound of it's many legs stepping on sand. Once it step out of the shadow, if you weren't under a trance you would've scream in feel to see a giant scorpion spider monster. It's Pincers were as big as your chest. Its long eight legs are that of spider's. Its face has this mask like exoskeleton over its face that spilt right down the middle. Its wings are folded ring on it back while its scorpion tail slowly swings back and forth like a cat. Its whole body or exoskeleton is black with a slight pink hue whenever light shine on it.

It crawl up to the bed and peak up to see your in a daze. It let out a hiss clicking sound that eerie sounds like a giggle. Then it crawl around the bed with its body lower enough that it's gracing through the sand. before instantly climbing on the bed and hover its body right above you. Its legs are supporting it, caging them on either side of the bed.

It snap its pincers rapidly, before reaching down with and use the point if its pincers to trace down the side of your face and down to your neck and on to your shirt. Then it use it to cut through your shirt and use the other pincer to open up your shirt. There it stop when it spots the vial resting on your chest.

It hiss with a series of aggressive clicking coming from its mouth as then it quickly grab the vial and without realizing it crush the vial spilling tiny pieces of glass and its content on your chest.

The aroma from the substance hits sense of smell which made it hiss its mask like appendage open up revealing an insectoid face with eight set of eyes and an spilt open mouth like that of a crab. It close the mask up. In disgust before getting off the bed and immediately start rolling around the sand.

The aroma hits your nose which snap you out of your daze like trance. You cough at the fault smell. You quickly sat up and start coughing rapidly. Before pinching your nose and look around, you saw the creature rolling in the sand as it groan in disgust. You watch and observe, before you realize that this thing is Asmo.

"Asmo!" He stopped completely as he winces in pain the he slowly got on his legs and stare at you from where he is. "Asmo? is that you?"

As if he understood you, he perk up but flinch when he saw his reflection at the mirror behind you. He let out a painful wail before covering his face with his pincers and hid his face away from you and curl up into ball as he start crying. He doesn't sound like himself, in fact you can hear all sort of eerie inhuman sound instead of his voice.

You quickly and quietly get off the bed fix your shirt will enough that your bare skin isn't showing before walking towards Asmo carefully is that you won't spook him.

You hesitant for a moment before reaching out and touch his arm, he flinch before turning slight to you he hiss in reaction before purr clicking then quickly hid his face away again.

You knew that he was too insecure about seeing what he looks like to do anything right now. So you did what you have to do. You walk over where he was facing and gently reach out with both hands and grab one of his pincers and start stroking your hand over his rough armor like exoskeleton. "If you think seeing you like this makes you think I'm disgust. Well your wrong. Asmo" you call out as you glance up and he lower his other pincer and tilt his head. "I don't think your ugly or hideous. Cause that's not what I see. I see what you are in the inside. Sweet, at times judgmental but also a kind brother and lover. You are beautiful Asmo. Never forget that."

If you can see through his exoskeleton mask. You could see tears falling from his eight eyes. He click happily before scooping you up in his arms and nuzzle his hard face onto your head and using his spilt jaw comb through and nibbling your hair and skin causing you to giggle which in turn makes Asmo purr joyfully. Then he quickly hold you close into him before moving to the wall and scale up past the mirrors and cave the climb out of the hole and start carrying you before leaping up and start to fly. His taking you somewhere, but where?

All you can see was under his jaw and see tiny hair which maybe are sensory hair to help him sense threats or help to hunt.

Before you know it you start to recognize where you two are and saw that he carry you back to the house of lamentation. He suddenly quicken his pace and he just broke down the front door, with a screech from both Mammon and Levi who you guest just come back home.

"Asmo!!!" Asmo responds a defensive hiss and clicks at his brother before carrying you upstairs and into his room. He doesn't care he just broke his own door all his focus is on you. He gently set you down in the middle of the room. curl around you and use his pincers and tail to reach across his room and pick up anything soft and silky. Then he start draped them all on your and using his pincers to poorly fix the clothing. You thought that he still can't think clearly only acting on his instinct at this point.

Once he's done he purr and click his slit mouth before picking you up back into his arms, he lay down on his back with you on top of his hard chest. He looks down and purr and use his tail to caress your face.

You accept his gesture of love and even just lay your head on his chest you can hear and feel his heartbeat and vibration from his purring that was coming from his throat.

You two stay like that for hours and only move when Asmo set you down and leaves only to come back with food the he took from the kitchen. As you eat, Asmo uses himself to block you from the doorway where his brothers and Solomon stood there watching and waiting for this to be over.

That night he carry you to his bathroom and set you in his empty tub and curl around you. He soothing clicking sound are so peacful that it sooth you to falling asleep.

The next morning you were woken up by Asmo's shrike of pain. You look up and saw he was gone beside you and look up to see him naked while clenching on one of his clothes. "Look at this! MC what happened to my lovely room!" You sigh before laying back down as a smile creep up your lip. Happy that Asmo is back to his usual self again.

The Twins

It all started when the twins invited you to watch a movie with them. When came over, Belphie practically drag you into the couch of the common room, sat you down and instantly snuggle up into your side. You thought that Belphie is being extra clingy to today.

Beel enter the room with his arms filled with snacks. He sat and the other side and place all the snack right in front of you. During the watch. Beel took some time to feed you some snack while Belphie nuzzle his face into your side.

It was strange to say the least but you don't want to say anything right now. However your worry can to be when both Lucifer and Satan entered the room and ask if you need help cooking dinner tonight. You were about to get up and head to kitchen because you complete forgot that you had kitchen duty tonight when all of a sudden. Belphie pull you back to your sit and sat up straight and leans his torso on you while having his arms wrap around your neck. He glance at his older brothers then he let out a warning growl at them.

Before comment on Belphie bratty behavior. Beel suddenly stood right in front of him and with one big huff of his chest and bump Satan with his chest sending him stumbling backwards. Lucifer knew excatly what's going on with the twins. He quickly move past Beel and rush and grab you but your arm ripping you away from Belphie and scoop you up and carrying you out of the room. Satan understood what's going on and quickly got back on his feet and rushes out behind Lucifer. You heard both of the twins call out your name. Lucifer carry you up the stairs and head straight to Levi's Room where both he and Mammon are playing a game. He quickly hand you over to a surprise Mammon and quickly rush out of the room and shut the door on his way out.

For minutes of waiting, suddenly all three of you jumped when the loud crash came from outside of the room.

And Asmo shrieking. Before a other loud crash right where the front door is. You, Mammon and Levi rush out of the room and stop when you saw the hall way is in a complete mess and Asmo helping Satan getting out under the fallen wall of his room.

"What happened!!" Mammon yell before running towards where Asmo is and try to help lift the wall off.

"It was the twin's fault! I came out of my room to see that all the commotion was about and was pounce by Belphie and he quickly bit me on my shoulder like he was some craze cat!"

"Don't fucking compare that gremlin to a cat!" Satan retort as he crawl out under the fallen wall. "Before we can catch and locked them up. Beel shifted to his demon form grab Belphie and flew out of the house through the front door."

"So? Aren't you and Lucifer going after them-"

"Let them be" Lucifer cuts in as he got here. "Its better off that those two deal with their change away from as possible"

"Change?"

"It happens every semi-centennial. We revert to our Feral forms or Demonic forms for a couple of days or in Beel's case a week or more since his last longer then Belphie."

You had a lot to take in, but what's worrying is the fact Lucifer said that is best that the twin are away from you for your own safety hurts you. "Are they dangerous?"

"Yes" Straight and to the point which it didn't less your worry. "Beel is difficult enough as is with just him being while himself like always. But his feral side is only driven with just his instinct that he's more of an beast then a demon."

"Which said a lot. Seeing that we all lose control when we revert to our demonic selves." Satan adds on as he fixes his shirt. "Though I'm more worried about Belphie. Yes he could be as feral as the rest of us. But his... Different like he more devious and dangerous when it comes to hunting humans which is why we have to keep a close eye on you."

So they did, for the next couple of days each of the brothers took turns staying by your side with Mammon and Satan doing more then the others.

During all of that, they try to cheer you up since they know how close you are to the twins. Mammon kept you distracted with chatting about his least money making schemes, Levi ask you to play with him and Asmo taking shopping. All the while Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon are on the search of the missing twins or just making sure that they do go to any of the entry way to eight layers of hell since they are preventing the twins to go to the human world.

One night, Lucifer ask Mammon and Asmo to come with him to a location that the twins might be. Leaving you with Levi in the house.

As Levi setting up the game you two are about to play, you watch Henry swimming in the Aquarium when suddenly you heard a loud thud and turn around to see Levi pass out. You quickly stood up and rushes over to him and shook his shoulder. Before you knew it all the lights of his room suddenly turns off with the only light source is from the aquarium. Then you jump and scream when the door of Levi's room slams open. You turn and grab the closest thing to you, Levi's prop sword and point it at the door. Then you heard a chuckle that you never thought you hear again, you started to tremble and losing your grab on the prop sword as a purple eye appears from the shadow of the door.

Then it exhale and smoke blows out of it's nose before stepping in the room, it's thin bear-like paw with white patches like that of a cow, was enough for you to know who this creature is.

"Belphie?" He step out of the shadow revealing a Bull head with his horns, his hair grow longer making it looks like a mane. He tilt his head and scoffs with you notice a smirk though it was hard to tell with his face is a literal bull. Then he walks in further in the room, making you fall on your ass and crawl away as he step closer.

He stop right before Levi's unconscious form and use his paw to push him out of the away and continue on towards you.

He got close enough, you instinctually swing the prob sword and hit him with it at his snout. He growl before quickly biting the sword and took it out of your hand and toss it to the side. Then he looks at you and huffs purple smoke right at your face. You scream as the smoke enter your mouth and nose, then you react by cough violently before stopping as your eye lids start to feel heavy before you know it you pass out and fall on your side, but Belphie was quick and reach out and catch you before you hit your head on the floor.

Then he scoop you up with one arm bring you close to his chest and he start walking out the room with you.

He got out of the house and head straight to south side of devildom where at the edge of the city was, there was a ruin town that is similar to Greek cities but only like what this architecture are in the human world, this area is all damage by the elements through the years and centuries.

Belphie continue walking with you still asleep in his arm, as he made it to where he wants to be a maze. He enter the stone maze and after a series of navigating he got to center of the maze in record time.

Where there is a big structure with a enter way that leads down into the ground what seem to be an underground den of sort.

He enter the structure and push the stone door out of the way and enter, using his hooved foot to kick the stone shut. As soon as he enter the torches lit up shine light down the stairs. He sighs before continuing down the stairs, he past by murals of six stars falling down the clouds with one showing the blue star having a green core and as he walks down, the mural depicts six figure crawling out of the crater while one is seem to be drowning in the water or ocean, next scene seven terrifying beast feasting on what to be assume people more specifically humans and in the far distance was two more beast looking down on the seven beast. Before there was no more murals. Sure enough Belphie finally made to the bottom of the stairs.

He shook his body like a dog. Before proceeding further into the catacombs. Before stopping right in front of a giant stone door. He turn and walk to the side where there is a big area with cloth, fabrics, and pillow which are just pillows there pillows that looks like they're from three to four centuries ago. He suddenly stood on his hind legs wrap both arms round you before spinning 180 before falling back on to his plush bedding with you on his chest.

He grunt and purr before nuzzling his snout on your head before setting you down beside him. He roll and lay on his stomach and lay his head next to yours and just stare at your sleeping face. His tail happily swings back and forth as his tiny wings flap slightly they're feathers, like Lucifer though their so tiny you could've mistake them as wings that Luke would have.

He huffs the same kind of purple smoke at your face, and some you gasps wake and jolted up in a siting position. Your eyes adjust to the semi-lit area your in before turning your attention at the giant paw on your lap. Then you follow to who this paw is attach to and saw Belphie staring at you with his cow ears jerk a little.

"Uh... Hey" Before you can say anything else. Belphie uses his snout to push you back into the bedding and lay his head down your body essentially pinning your down his nose is right under your head. Then he stick out his tongue and start giving you literally cow licks with one lick hits your mouth. You gag a little before moving your arms and try to shove Belphie's head off of you.

But didn't have to do anything, he just lift his head and turn to the door before growling and getting up on his feet.

You prop yourself by your elbows and turn your sights on the stone doors. Then you quickly notices the sound of buzzing with that area of the close door.

It was safe to assume, the buzzing noise is Beel. But you wonder why Belphie lock him away or did Beel lock himself away from he lose control of himself.

Belphie march over the stone door turn his rear end to it and gave the door one swift kick of his hind legs before turning his head he roar at the door, he huffs before walking back at you and walk around you like a cat before curling his body around you. Then lay his head on your lap, which is heavy. But when you try to push his head off, he snarl at you causing you to pull your hands back to you.

He stops and tilt his gently towards you and sighs. You sigh, pull up a pillows for your back and head with one arm under your hand and lay down enough that you can still see pass Belphie's huge head. Then you use your other hand and slowly reach down and start stroking Belphie's hair? mane. He actually grunt purrs and move slightly closer towards you which moves his head over your stomach. Luckily he isn't putting all the weight of his head on your stomach.

You start to yawn and soon nodding off before you knew it you were asleep with your hand on his head.

The next time you woke up, Belphie was gone. You sat up and looked around and see that his nowhere to be seen. You sigh and rest your chin on your hand and elbow on your lap. Then you glance at the stone door and you heard Beel's wings buzzing louder then before.

Feeling bad that Beel alone in that room and want to see him, you decide to let him out. Although you'll make sure that he isn't going to hurt you in a way. So you set up a protection circle around Belphie's bedding area that way you can run into it if Beel's chase you down.

Once the spell is in place, you head to the stone door, seeing that there is some sort of writing engrave within the sides of the stone door. You read it slightly out loud then the door suddenly move causing you to back away and watch as the door opens.

Once the door full opens. You stare inside the room to see its completely dark inside. You call out Beel's name but not even a buzz as a responds. So you took the brave and stupid decision and slowly walk inside the darken room. You looked around and can't see anything. You continue on walking forward with one hand reach out.

Suddenly your hand felt something wet and slimy causing you to scream and quickly stumbling back. Then you look down on your hand and see reddish slim like substance and bits of small piece that you can't see clearly in this darkness.

You quickly use your other hand and pull out handkerchief from your pocket and start cleaning your hand. Once you clean your hand, you folded the cloth back with clean side folded outward and the slim part inner, then put it back in your pocket. Then you pull out your phone and turn on your light and shine it right in front of you.

There you saw what you touch. It was a huge ass red chrysalis and it seem to open wide. Putting two and two together you conclude that Beel was in this thing. You slowly back away only for your back bumping into some fuzzy and hard. You quickly turn around and shine the light behind you. For a glimpse you saw an insectoid face before it groan in pain and stood up and roars. You scream and quickly run around it and start running back to the bedding. The thing quickly recovers and turn to your running form. It speared it four set of insect-like wings and start to flap it rapidly like a bee or fly. Then it hover before flew straight at you.

As soon you got out of the room you immediately leap to the right, narrowly avoiding the thing dash. It flew out and circle around and dives towards where you were. You quickly stumble on your feet and crawl fast and made it to the bedding the spell actives putting up a shield up. As soon as the thing got close, it was push back the shield causing it to fall on the ground.

You place a hand your chest feeling how fast your heartbeats as you pant heavily. You stare at the thing that was chased you and see it was a giant fly/bee humanoid monster. It has red fur like fuzz all over it upper torso similar to what you see with Bees and black stripe marking on either of it's side with the points pointing downwards and a gap in the middle. The dominant arms are helping it prop back up, while the middle and smaller arms start rubbing each other like what you seen flies do. Then you saw the two large bulker legs stretch out before settle properly. It lower abdomen is that of fly with a thick layer of hard black exoskeleton with a red hue when the light of the torches.

It's four set of wings spread upwards before settling down down on its back. Then it turn it's head towards you and stare with it's huge purple insect eyes when the light from the torches it was dark shade of hue reflects. It makes this crackling sound as it open it spilt open lower jaw.

Then it turn it's whole body towards you and start crawling towards to in a unsettling way before stopping right where the barrier is. It turn its head from side to side examining the barrier before taking one of it dominate claw hand and place it on the barrier and start scratching. While it wings flicker and buzzed.

You clenching on your phone tightly as it keep scratching. Then you try to shine your phone like at it. Then it immediately reacts with a growl and jump back far away from you and the barrier. You quickly hid your light, as soon you done that. It quickly crawl back near the barrier and start scratching again now with both dominate clawed hands.

You look at it's action for a mintue before looking down and seen its small pair of hands rubbing each other, then you try something.

You look at it and say "Beel?" All of a sudden it stop and looks down at you. "Beel? Beelzebub?" You saw it react making a whimpering noise, there you just notice his horns, as he start rubbing his horns on the barrier while making what you call Whimper and pledging noise that are close what a dog would do but there more on what you typically hear from Bees and Cicadas.

Then you place you hand where his head was, right at moment your hand is on the barrier, Beel saw and quickly move his head and rubbing his head where you hand was like he was to feel your touch.

However you moment was cut short by a loud roar from behind of Beel. You jump away from the barrier and looked over Beel to see Belphie and a bunch of fruits and other feed next to his paws. Then he just leap at Beel, but the older twin quickly flap his wings and flew up. Belphie lands where Beel was just standing and look up and roar at his twin. While Beel roar back.

You call out to Belphie, he quickly look back at you. But Beel took that chance to dive towards Belphie and tackle him crashing both to the barrier causing the bedding to shake and make you fall on your back. You quickly prop up by your elbow and watch as the two start clawing and biting each other. At one moment you saw a bite of blood splatter when both of them bit down at each other.

You instantly got up rush towards the barrier and bang your hand on it while calling out for both of them.

Both immediately stop and pull away from each other. Then you saw Beel lower himself down while Belphie let out a angry bull roar before hitting his head head and horns on the barrier. Both showing different reaction, before you can think further about that you just notice that your shedding tears. You reach and wipe the tear off your cheek, that's when Beel made a sound to get your attention. You look at him and saw that he lower his whole body down on the floor.

Then it clicked. He upset for making you cry and the way he's saying sorry is making himself seem smaller to you. While you are a bit confuse with Belphie's reaction then thought that he might want to comfort you but having the barrier in his way angers him.

You sigh and walk back in the middle of the bedding and sat on bundle of pillows and quietly whispers the cancel spell and the barrier slowly drops down and Belphie saw and when he saw an opening he took his chance he leap into the opening and quickly make his way towards you. He stop right before you and looks over and exam your body. While Beel was right behind Belphie not close to anger his twin and not to far from you.

You stop Belphie from looking down at your body by grabbing his snout with both hands then you tilt his head so you can make eye contact. "Belphie" You call out his name as responds he grunts a bit. "Can you... can you understand me?" But you didn't get the responds you wanted. Instead he shake you hands off his snout before giving you a shove with it causing you to fall on your ass and he place both arms on either side of your body caging you and lay his head on your chest again.

You groan and mutter, telling him to get off of you. That when Beel steps in and grab Belphie by the tail and pull him away from you.

You quickly crawl away as Belphie got up and growl at Beel. But you step in between them and glare at Belphie and gave his snout a gentle smack. He narrow his eyes- eye since his bangs is covering his other eye. And snarl. "No!" His eyes widen before narrowing them again, huffs and turn his back on you and lay down on the bedding with his rear end facing you.

You sigh before turning to Beel who just stares at you. "Beel come on" You hope that he understood that as you walk past him and head straight to the food that you assume Belphie collected for you two.

You bend down to pick up a fruit that resembles an orange and exam it so you know where to start peeling. You turn to Beel who is towering over you like no joke he is about 9 to 12 feet tall. You look at the orange before reaching up the fruit to Beel, you heard a buzz before he grab the fruit from your hand by his mouth. Then he start eating the fruit with the peel still in tact. Well its noting new for Beel.

You sat next to bundle of fruits and pick up one that looks like a banana, then start peeling it and took a bite. Then you look over to where Belphie is at and still he has his back turn to you. You took another bite before giving the rest to Beel who gladly accept. He start eating as you grab a couple of fruits and gesture Beel to the reminding food on the ground. He quickly leap and start munching down on them. You took the fruits in your arms and head to Belphie. You walk towards where his head was and set the food by his face before siting right in front of him.

He side eyes the fruit, then you before scoffing and turn his head away. You shake your head before placing both hands on his snout before he could growl, you lay you head on his snout and hugged him. He was taken aback, soon he sighs and nuzzle his snout into you. You both stay like that for 10 mins, before you pull away and move some of the fruit to him. He grunt before start eating the fruit ate them whole in his mouth before chewing them and swallowing.

He pause when Beel crawls behind you and settling down on his stomach. You lean back and he quickly wrap both his dominate and small arms around you. You reach up over your head and scratch Beel's lower jaw and he responds with a pleased buzz. Then you use your other hand to reach down and stroke Belphie's snout. He also responds with a please growl. You smile before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

The next day, Belphie let you ride him and carry you up the stairs and out of the catacombs with Beel right behind you two. Once outside, you got off from Belphie and saw that the entry way is surrounded by walls of stone and overgrowths with only one way out. Belphie gave you a nuzzle before he walks out to the only way out.

Once Belphie is gone, Beel start flying around the area when he turns it is a sharp turn like what a fly does.

You sat down by the stairs of the entry way of the catacombs and watch Beel enjoying his free fly. You assume that he didn't get any space when he locked in his dark room.

After what seem to be hours, you were about to get up when suddenly you heard a scream and yelling beyond the walls. Beel quickly lands beside you and stood right in front of you in a defensive position, before you had a chance to say something. Mammon and Asmo runs into the area you and Beel were in from the only entrance.

"MC!" Asmo scream as he shift to his demon form along with Mammon. Beel wings spread wide blocking you from their view.

Seconds later, Lucifer, Satan and Levi rush in with a piss of Belphie right behind him. Lucifer quickly turn heel and cast a net spell and threw it at Belphie who got hit and now capture by Lucifer's net.

"Belphie!" you scream run pass Beel and the rest of the brothers and rush to Belphie's side. You drop down on your knees and grab the net and start pulling.

"MC that's for your own safety-"

"He didn't do anything to me! Beel too!" You glare at Lucifer as you keep pulling. Before Lucifer can say anything. Beel flew over him and the others and lands on other side of Belphie where your at. He bend and leans close and using his insectoid jaw he grab and bite down on the rope cutting Belphie loose.

"No way, they aren't trying to kill each other?" Levi ask in confusion as he watch what's happening. As you remove the rest of the net off of Belphie. Once all that was off he stood back up shook his body before turning his attention to his brothers more specifically Lucifer. He glare at him and snarl. With Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"If you were expecting me to leave because of that. You are surly mistaken. We aren't going anyway." And with that you and the other brothers stayed there for two days.

You did with most of your time with both twins who didn't let any of the brothers near you. Lucifer and Satan took the chance to explore the catacombs, while Mammon and Asmo took the chance of seeing what Belphie had in his beddings. Levi stay up in the surface close enough to keep an eye on you.

One the third day, you woke up first and felt two naked bodies press against you and you felt blood rushing to your face as you felt something hard next to your thighs. You glance to your left to see Beel back to his human form sleeping with his head resting on his arm with the other one is drape over your chest.

Then you turn to your right and sees Belphie close to you his face is resting on your chest as both arms wrap around your torso. You look down and see Levi standing before before the bedding all red face. "Levi... Help"

You didn't see Belphie sending Levi a death glare. "I'll get Lucifer!" He quickly turn and run towards the dark room where the other brother slept. Belphie pouts knowing that his time with you will be over so he did the most of it and snuggle further into you. While Beel pretending to sleep move close and nuzzle his face into your hair and hums. Happy and satisfied.

Note: Well these were longer then expected XD

But honestly I love writing these and sorry for those who wanted Beel and Belphie to have their own parts. I wanted to write them in one since they're twins.

Also, Munchkin is the cat in Satan's devilgram "Wish-Granting Charm"

Any who, I hope you enjoy these parts. I don't when I'll do the royals. I want to write the royals along with adding Mephisto too. But there hasn't been official art of Mephisto's demon form.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me monster love #obey me demonic/monstrous au

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 7 months

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“delicate touches”

❤︎ synopsis — some awful experiences have left you broken and undesired… that all changes when terzo offers a new way to feel that love

pairing: papa terzo x fem!reader

theme: smut ❣︎ , fluff ✿

a/n: an anon sent this idea in my inbox and i liked it so much i had to write it as a fic. enjoy my lovelies~

the original ask is here.

cw: nsfw content. p in v. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. dirty talk. pet names (italian names included cuz terzo). praise kink. slight bondage. fingering. creampie. terzo being a loving and caring man <3

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“ah, you mean to tell me you don’t find it appealing at all?” terzo asked the woman sitting across from his table, she just nodded and gently sipped the cup of tea in her hands.

“nope, it’s just not for me.” y/n replied while setting the cup down on the table, enjoying the calm and quiet atmosphere of the ministry’s garden.

she had been well acquainted with the church for a while as a sister of sin, so she’s been around long enough to get to know everyone, including the current papa emeritus, terzo.

y/n had been invited out for a small hangout with terzo, just talking about nothing in particular, until terzo brought up the topic of sex.

she didn’t know how the topic came up, really they were just talking about random things. but it’s not like she was grossed out our anything, y/n was just happy to be spending her time with terzo.

“also i’m kind of… inexperienced too. i’m no virgin by any means, but i just never really experienced it all that much to really understand the appeal.” y/n added on, keeping her hands on her lap while terzo just nodded along.

“i see…” the satanic pope hummed, quietly assessing the sister’s words before speaking again. “i hope you don’t mind me asking, piccolina, but why is that the case? i expect a fine young woman like yourself to be wanted by many people.”

terzo’s words were not hurtful or judging, but rather expressing genuine curiosity with a slight hint of concern. the sincerity in his tone was enough to make y/n’s cheeks blush faintly, but nevertheless she stayed composed.

“bad experience with other people.” she said, her tone almost sounding saddened, but she kept herself in check. “i’ve only ever slept with two other men. however, one of them just seemed disinterested and the other one ended up harming me, only thinking about his pleasure instead of mine.”

terzo let out a soft, almost sad sigh at the sound of it. he didn’t like hearing that. to think a beautiful and gracious young woman like y/n, would be treated so carelessly like an object in bed. it didn’t sit well with terzo, and it made him upset, but he didn’t dare to show that to the sister.

“that’s terrible, cara. it’s unfortunate that you ended up sleeping with such sad excuses of human beings.” the emeritus said, his voice almost turning into a bitter hiss. that caught the attention of y/n.

terzo was always known for being a gentle and caring man, always watching out for his ghouls, siblings of sin and his brothers. however, he seemed awfully bothered by this fact for some reason. y/n didn’t quite pick up on it… but the sight of seeing terzo being so careful and mindful of her well-being.

it was nothing like how those previous men treated her in the sheets.

“please do not worry, papa terzo. it was a long time ago, it barely bothers me now.” the sister insisted, trying to reassure terzo it was okay.

she was lying through her teeth though. truth to be told, she was greatly bothered by it. the people around her have always talked about their sex life and sexual experiences like it was the most magical thing ever. how the closeness and intimacy of it all was a feeling like no other.

it almost felt surreal to her.

she just wished she could relate to them.

a deafening, almost discomforting silence hung between the two of them now, neither one saying a word. as y/n was about to speak, terzo beat her to the punch.

“i’m going to be blunt with you, cara.” terzo started out, before continuing on.

“i don’t want you thinking sex is as mundane and uneventful as it is in your mind. it can be wonderful… a truly magical experience that expands beyond pleasure.”

his hands slowly found their way to y/n’s hands, gently taking them and faintly tracing shapes and patterns into the palm of her hand. her eyes widened and she blushed, but she didn’t pull her hand away.

terzo’s hands were so gentle…

“terzo…” y/n trailed off, feeling both flattered and conflicted.

“i want to change that for you.” terzo admitted, his tone fully serious. “those men weren’t the ones for you. they won’t be able to give you pleasure like i can. please, tesoro… let me show you.”

y/n’s breath hitched at the mere suggestion of it. to think that a papa like terzo would be doing this for her?!it made her heart race… how could she accept something like this? she wanted to… but she was scared.

and yet, her heart was still beating a little faster.

terzo noticed that the girl was stunned, so he kept on speaking in a more soft tone.

“i promise i’ll be gentle. i’ll even throw in some exciting things here and there to make it memorable… you deserve it. because no one, especially you, should be treated so horribly in bed.”

satan dammit, his words were so suave and charming. that was just terzo’s natural charisma getting to y/n. not only was the offering tempting, but it was an opportunity to finally experience what she’s been missing out on.

even if it scared her a little bit, she was willing to take that leap.

with a shaky sigh… she nodded at terzo. “alright, i’ll do it with you.”

terzo wore a delighted and slightly shocked smile, satisfied with the answer. he gripped y/n’s hands a little more firmly before whispering into her ear.

“then let’s take this to my bedroom. shall we?”

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it all happened so fast.

from heavy and steamy kisses, to stripping down every piece of clothing ‘till nothing was left, y/n found herself in quite the predicament.

squirming against the red rope that bound her wrists together on terzo’s bed frame, while letting out breathy, but heavenly moans; y/n was in a state of bliss, feeling quite pleasured from his terzo’s fingers were slipping in and out of her wet entrance.

“mmmh… that’s it, dolcezza … you’re doing great..” terzo whispered sweetly into her ear, staying on her side as he thrusted his fingers inside of her tight hole, being precise with his movements, and hitting all of the sweet spots that had y/n’s legs shaking.

the red rope binding her wrists together was rather secure, but it wasn’t tight. it only added more to the lust brewing within y/n as terzo thrusted his fingers into her puckered hole, brushing against her sensitive nerves and making that slickness between her legs more wet.

“hnnngh… i-i didn’t know you could make someone— ahh~ feel so good with just your fingers…” the sister managed to choke up through her choked up moans. terzo only let out a seductive chuckle and curled his fingers inside of her, making y/n squeal when she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her g-spot

“ahh you have no idea, cara… ohh~ i can make you feel so much better than those dirtbags..” terzo whispered, but it was mostly to himself. he knew it was true; he could definitely make y/n feel better than her past two, unlucky experiences.

the third emeritus wanted to make it special for y/n. he wanted it to be meaningful instead of just mindless sex. that feeling of pure euphoric bliss and overwhelming pleasure is something that terzo felt y/n deserved; especially because she was so beautiful.

ah least to him, she was that beautiful.

terzo continued to thrust his fingers in and out as he fucked y/n’s puckered, slick hole. he was moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to hit all of those sensitive nerves, and he hit a particular spot that had y/n’s legs shaking.

“oh my,” terzo breathlessly muttered out, noticing how her legs were twitching. “i hit your sweet spot, didn’t i?”

y/n nodded to confirm his words, and her voice was raspy with need and desperation. “yes. keep moving them there, please.”

terzo hummed to indicate his agreement, and he started to thrust his fingers more harshly inside of her, hitting that sweet spot. the pope craned his head to bury itself against y/n’s neck as he planted kisses across her flesh, sucking on the skin and littering hickeys all over her skin.

y/n just whined and instinctively writhed against the rope holding her wrists together, feeling her soaking wet walls clamp around terzo’s fingers. she couldn’t help it, he was moving them in such a good way, and the sounds sounded so erotic; but it only turned y/n on even more.

she has never felt like this in her entire life… but maybe this experience will give her a new perspective on sex.

“fuck you’re so tight around my fingers, dolcezza.” terzo cursed breathlessly, being sure to hit all of those right areas inside of y/n while she panted and whined heavily. “so wet too… ahh~ you’re such a good girl.”

that seemed to make the slickness between her legs more intense from that pet name, and terzo took notice of it quickly, smirking seductively.

“you like it when i call you a good girl, eh?” he teased, and the sister tried to look away to hide her blushing face.

“d’awww.. don’t be shy… there’s nothing to be scared of, cara.” terzo purred softly into her ear, continuing to finger y/n while he whispered sweet nothings to her, leaving tender kisses across her cheek and jawline.

“my good… good girl… taking my fingers so well…” terzo praised, sliding his fingers in deeper.

“t-terzo…” y/n croaked out more loudly, her legs twitching more from how terzo moved his fingers in such an experienced way.

suddenly, the pope pulled out his fingers. y/n whined from the feeling, her walls clenching around nothing. terzo’s fingers and y/n’s wet pussy left a trail of her glistening juices connecting to each other, and terzo moaned at the sight.

“fuck that’s hot.” he rasped out with a lustful tone, and he moved to lick his fingers— getting a taste of y/n’s juices.

taking out his fingers with a pop sound, terzo looked down at the sister and smirked, before gently moving his hands to her inner thighs and pushing them apart slightly.

“spread those pretty little legs for me, i’m going to fill you up now.”

she didn’t even think twice and nodded to terzo’s words, opening her legs for terzo to have access, and exposing her gaping, slick hole to the pope, and he could feel himself getting even more hard from the sight.

“satan above, tesoro. you’re such a turn on.” terzo whispered underneath his breath, praising y/n’s figure like she was a forbidden angel sent from the heavens themselves.

terzo was quick to undo the fly on his pants, pulling his boxers down with them, letting his hardened cock spring free from its restraints. y/n’s gaze was locked onto terzo’s girth, and she didn’t think she wanted him inside of her more than ever now.

is this what feeling lust was like? what it truly was supposed to be? because if so, y/n wouldn’t mind experiencing it over and over again.

“please, terzo.” y/n practically begged, her voice as quiet as a mouse. “put it inside of me.”

terzo’s eyes widened with delight, and he quickly smirked. he shimmied his hips closer to y/n’s, grabbing one of her legs and putting it over his shoulder while one of his hands firmly gripped the soft flesh on her thigh.

“with pleasure.” he grunted out. aligning the head of his cock to tease her wet entrance, terzo pushed himself inside of y/n. the sensation of y/n’s vaginal walls clenching around the hardened shaft was enough to make both of them gasp loudly from the pleasure.

“a-ah! fuck!” y/n choked out. she wasn’t used to the penetrating feeling, considering her previous experiences. but terzo made it feel so fucking good. “you’re so big…”

“shit. you’re tight.” terzo gasped out between breaths, keeping himself still inside of the sister, letting her adjust to his size before he started moving.

y/n was squirming around slightly underneath terzo, accommodating herself to his size, despite the difficulty. the pipe brought his head down to y/n’s lips and started to make out with her passionately, distracting her from the feeling of his dick being buried deeply within her pussy.

After a bit of deep kissing and tongue dancing, the two of them parted lips, a trail of glimmering saliva connected between their mouths. the thread of spit cut off, and their hips were still pressed together tightly.

“i’m going to start moving now.” terzo breathed out, and y/n just nodded.

his hip thrusts started slow and sensual. terzo’s cock was stretching out y/n’s pussy hole so much, but it burned in the most pleasurable way possible. the last time this happened, the guy was going too fast for y/n to even feel good.

but terzo wasn’t just thinking of himself. he was also thinking of y/n, and of her pleasure.

it only made the heat pooling at the core of y/n’s stomach much more intense.

“l-lucifer fuck yes, terzo… don’t stop..” she silently begged, moving her hands to dig her painted nails into her boss’ back, and terzo whined from the feeling.

“no way in hell am i stopping.” terzo moaned out, slowly moving his hips a little faster. “not when you feel this good, my love.”

terzo kept on thrusting at a reasonable pace, keeping his movements precise, before he slowly started to speed up a little more. the pope was pounding into y/n’s tight little hole like it was the last cunt he’d ever get. she was so tight around him, it felt so fucking good.

and y/n seemed to be thinking the same thing. her moans slowly got louder as terzo thrusted more, to the point where her noises sounded borderline pornographic. but that didn’t faze terzo at all. in fact, it just made him move faster.

“t-terzo! terzo please!” she cried out in pure ecstasy, the overwhelming waves of lust, pleasure and arousal clouding y/n’s mind.

“f-fuck you’re clenching my cock so well… y-yes just like that, tesoro..” terzo grunted out, keeping one of y/n’s legs over his shoulder as he thrusted into her. “such a good fucking girl for me.. taking my dick so well.. i’m sure those other men can’t make you feel as good as i can, eh?”

terzo was right. those other men y/n slept with couldn’t even compare to how good the third emeritus was in bed. they never watched out for her like this, never made her feel such sensations that had both of their bodies trembling.

she would love to do this again with terzo.

the red ropes binding y/n’s wrists together rubbed against her skin as terzo slammed into her at a rougher pace, making her body shift against the mattress and the bed creak. his cock was rubbing against all of the right spots in her cunny, causing little spurts of her juices to spurt out as she neared her climax.

“n-nngh! t-terzo i’m so close! h-hahh!” y/n whined out, her legs tightening around terzo’s waist.

“g-good… i’m going to fill you with all of my cum it’ll still be dripping out of you after weeks.” terzo groaned out dirtily, his movements getting more frantic as he also was nearing a release.

his thumb moved to rub against y/n’s clit at a quick, yet punishing pace, making her hips jerk forward and her head be thrown back as she screamed terzo’s name.

cum spurted everywhere out of y/n. her cunt clenched tightly around terzo’s shaft while she came all over his dick. the sticky liquid shot out like a jet and she was still twitching during her release.

meanwhile, terzo followed suite. ropes of thick, hot cum came bursting out of him, filling up y/n’s hole as he painted her insides white. there was so much in his load that even some of his essence was trickling out of her hole.

soon after, both of them were left panting heavily on the bed, terzo’s arms barley holding his body up as he hovered over y/n’s breathless figure. slowly, he pulled out of y/n’s pussy, making her whine from the feeling of emptiness that engulfed her.

terzo then slumped down onto the bed next to y/n, and gently pulled her into his arms, caressing her hair softly while cuddling. despite her body still twitching from the aftershocks of sex, y/n still melted into terzo’s touch.

“…. thank you,” y/n whispered into terzo’s neck, and he looked down at her with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

“for what, amore?” he asked with a charming grin, but he had an idea of what she wanted to say.

the sister was so incredibly thankful for terzo’s offer, for making her feel so good. she’s never felt this good in a while… and y/n believed that she wouldn’t have gotten that experience with any other man.

how lucky she was.

“for giving me the fuck of a lifetime.” y/n answered with a more confident grin. terzo was taken aback by her boldness, but he quickly smirked and pressed a kiss against her cheek.

“of course.”

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ouch | cardinal copia x gn!reader

summary: copia tries to retrieve a valuable item, you find him in this very unfortunate situation.

content: 1.3k words, awkward copia fluff, mention of blood/minor injury

to tackle my writer's block @leezlelatch gave me a lil prompt (the indented part) because she is the best ♡

Masterlist – Ao3 link

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Cardinal Copia, on all fours, crawls further under the stone bench just off one of the corridors which frames the courtyard. A rather large bush sits behind it, roots and branches tangled and creating a barrier. He pushes and reaches, cursing to himself as his biretta scrapes against the underside of the stone. Why didn’t he take it off? His cassock covered bottom hangs out into the hallway, shimmying this way and that as he attempts to crawl deeper.

“Can I help you, Cardinal?”

Clunk.

A loud groan followed by a string of Italian curses. His back hits the bench with the full force of his scare. If the burning pain right by his shoulder is any indication he chafed his skin on the rough stone pretty badly, most likely ruining the fabric of his cassock in the process. In an attempt to free himself, his head hits a particularly unyielding branch and a few of his hairs get stuck among the sticks. As he wriggles free, another branch snaps against his face, barely missing his eye as it bites into his cheekbone like a whip. The stinging pain makes him hiss and a spiky leaf uses the opportunity to find its way into his open mouth.

Vaguely aware that someone is still standing behind him, watching all of this unfold, Copia’s face turns the same crimson shade as his vestments. And of course he knows the voice, he’s been imagining, hoping to hear it every second of every day for the last two months. Only he prays to Satan that he is wrong. This cannot be the time his crush approaches him, not like this.

“Cardinal, are you okay?”

Undoubtedly, it is your voice.

Oh no. How long have you been standing there behind him with his butt wobbling in full view? Watching his embarrassing attempt at retrieving the little love note he was writing for you, asking you out on a date, before a gust of wind betrayed him?

Copia crawls out from underneath the stone bench, ready to face his shame with all the dignity he can muster. To his surprise, he feels a hand on his shoulder and you crouch down right beside him, gazing upon him in such genuine concern, not even the hint of a gloating smile on your worry-ridden face. Copia can’t believe you’re not rolling on the floor in laughter at his skit-worthy performance. What a fool he must make! But you only help him up, grasping his elbow as his knees start shaking dangerously and sitting down beside him on the bench. Your hand never leaves his arm, a gentle sort of grip that lets him know you’re not ready to let go until you know he’s well. The pressure is comforting, your fingertips dig into the tense muscles of his forearm.

Impossibly close to you, Copia’s heart now hammers in his chest, his face still hot and burning, but he cannot bring himself to meet your eyes again. Another light breeze carries your perfume to his nose and his stomach does a summersault.

“Cardinal?” Your voice is laced with anxiety. “Cardinal, you’re bleeding.”

That captures his attention and when he finally looks at you again, you’re already fiddling for a tissue.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

It’s his own voice speaking, undoubtedly, only he doesn’t recognise it. His words are a lie, his back hurts like hell and the burning pain in his cheek isn’t pleasant either. Lucky for him, you’re having none of his feeble attempt at appeasement.

“We need to go and clean your scrape,” you state in full-nurse mode, wiping his cheek so softly he’s barely even feeling it. You’re so close to him he’s sure he can feel your breath tickling his nose. “Cardinal, are you in shock?”

“Hm?”

Copia simply cannot take his eyes off of you and his brain has long since said goodbye to any sort of rational thinking. Oh, how often has he thought of this beautiful face, dreamed about having it within such a comfortable kissing distance.

Then, your voice again. “Cardinal, what did you lose?”

What…

He remembers. Oh, he remembers and the sudden influx of panic ends his reverie.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” he replies. “It doesn’t matter, sibling, really.”

“I’ll see if I can get it.”

And before he can stop you, you’re crawling under the small bench, right between his slightly parted legs, pushing them apart further. Oh Satan, he’s sure he’s going to have a heart attack any moment now. Your attempt is much more graceful than his, though, and a terrifying minute later (that he does not spend staring at your backside at all) you come back to the surface.

“I got it!” You sound triumphant and the smile on your face makes him forget about the contents on the now crumpled piece of paper until your eyes dart down, undoubtedly catching your own name written in his best cursive. “Oh.”

He wants to rip the scrap from your hands but his muscles make no attempt at moving, no matter how often his panic-struck mind tells them to. Instead he stares at you in horror as you read the words.

Dearest Sibling ______,

Your eyes sparkle like the stars in the depths of the night sky and your smile shines brighter than the full moon. I wish to see it for longer than just a few seconds every day. Please, will you go on a date with me?

☐ Yes ☐ No ☐ Maybe

Yours in hopeful expectation Cardinal Copia

Your eyes finally glance up, then dart back to the page, then back to him. Your lips are so tightly pressed together that Copia simply knows you’re struggling to find the right words to reject him. Even in refusal your kindness is beyond measure, and his heart aches in the most bittersweet way.

“Where’s your pen?” you ask.

For a second, Copia struggles to comprehend. Pen. Right. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves the black-inked fountain pen, handing it to you with shaky fingers. Before he can drop it, your hand closes around the metal, your bare thumb brushing his gloved one. And then it’s gone again.

The cross is done in two swift strokes, though Copia cannot see where you placed it from his angle on the bench, and then you fold the paper neatly in the middle. Even now you look so tense and focused, and when you hand him back the note his anxiety is through the roof. He briefly considers not looking at your answer, half expects you to leave him sitting here anyway and let him die of a broken heart… or the infection he’ll possibly get from his cut.

“Cardinal, won’t you read my reply?” you ask, voice soft, the most subtle hint of a smile on your face.

Copia sighs deeply and unfolds the paper.

☒ Yes

His breath catches, the relief so overwhelming he lets out a shaky sob, running his finger over the cross that you so deliberately, so easily placed there. He swallows the tears, unsure where they even come from. When he finally looks back to you, your face has lit up and you seem to be just as ecstatic as he feels.

Copia jumps up to hug you, but a sudden pain shoots into his back and instead of a happy laugh he lets out a pained groan.

You’re by his side in an instant, wrapping a protective arm around his waist as you tenderly cradle his face with your other hand, careful not to graze his cut cheek.

“Looks like our first date will take place in the infirmary,” you say, smiling in sympathy as you run your thumb over his jaw.

Copia shakes his head. “It may start there, but I have very different plans for how it will end.”

His words earn him a bright smile. When you lean in to kiss his unharmed cheek, he can feel his heart bursting in his chest. He already knows that this day will be worth all the cuts and bruises.

thank you for reading ♡

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profanepurity · 1 year

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I am here to knock on your door and peer inside for any Sister Diana and Bellamy info, because this is my fave AU now. I am very greedy and wish to know more (also Secondo being a girl dad, MY HEART)

Not only is Papa Emeritus Secondo a girl dad, but Bellamy also has two very evil satanic cardinals for uncles that watch very R-rated horror movies with her when they babysit. Don't worry, Copia always fast-forwards through the really bad parts, despite Terzo saying "she already knows about that stuff". Bellamy loves horror movies (and spending time with them), but C still got her that rat plushy for when she spends the night- which she named Lumaconi.

Lol so this response got super plot-driven, which is why it took ages to finish, I’m so sorry about that! This is going to focus mostly on how Secondo met Sister Diana when he was a Cardinal under Primo’s papacy, the ‘ghuleh’ that haunts the mortuary, and baby Bellamy. I really wish I could have rendered these, but I just didn't have the time unfortunately 😞

TW: This gets spicy. There are mentions of sex and suggestive imagery, but nothing explicit. Also TONS of angst. Mentions of death and blood.

Thank you so much for your ask. Your support means the world to me! Enjoy 🖤

Diana was taken in as an orphan by the church as a young teen. Despite her unknown family history, she quickly grew accustomed to her new home at the ministry. She met Eliza when she began training to take her official vows. Their relationship started out as mentor and mentee but grew into a friendship once Diana had taken her final vows. Despite there being a bit of an age gap, they quickly became very close. Diana would often pull some of Eliza’s darkness out of her, encouraging her to “have some fun”, while Eliza was more the voice of reason. After Primo and Eliza married, you better believe Diana’s teasing was relentless, and even more so when Eliza was made Prime Mover. Though this came to bite Diana in the ass when she started eyeing Primo’s first younger brother, much to Eliza’s delight.

Primo seemed to ascend from a Cardinal to Papa in the blink of an eye, taking Eliza as his Prime Mover and promoting Secondo to a Cardinal. Secondo was of course no less lively decades ago than he is now. His reputation among the siblings of sin and even to a few outside followers/ connections with the church was nothing short of promicuous. While he continued to appreciate the pleasures of the flesh and substance, Secondo was perhaps lesser known to be quite active within the dark arts. His nose was either in a grimoire or a porn mag, no in between.

Diana had taken her place overseeing the mortuary of the church, having a fascination with the dead and the dark powers that collect the soul as they are taken to Hell. When Secondo happened to find himself drifting towards the art of necromancy, the mortuary was the first place he looked for “research materials”. The first night Secondo met her, Sister Diana had been sewing a newly dead sibling back together after she had embalmed them and performed the ceremonial ritual to send off their soul. This hauntingly gorgeous sister, clad in a white, bat-like Cornette, with a cold gaze that would often unsettle other siblings of sin, lifted her eyes to him, and allowed the corners of her full lips to curl in a small, but controlled smile. There was no shyness or intimidation on her face by the sight of Cardinal Emeritus II, like so many siblings often had. She moved like a ghost around her table, silent, floating like a flower petal. You could say it was Asmodeus himself who brought them together, consuming them with the delightful sin of lust.

Diana was charmed by his demanding presence and intense stare, and her odd serenity and striking beauty enamored Secondo. It was suppose to just be a one time thing. One night turned into two, and then a month later Secondo was having her sit on his lap while sipped on scotch, her hands resting on his chest as music served as pleasant background noise for them to enjoy eachother’s bodies tol. Then they were driving with the top down through the night lit streets of LA, and he got to see her hair whip around her face, free from her habit, as they went club to club; drinking, laughing, fucking. Next thing he knew Secondo awoke one morning to a spare toothbrush in his bathroom and spare clothing having found a permanent residence in his quarters. What shocked him more so was that he didn’t seem to mind.

At first, Secondo assumed these many shared nights were what caused him to find himself coming back to her time and time again. It was only natural, to bond with someone, it had been a year at this point after all. But what he would never admit to himself, was that the long, deep conversations he would find himself sharing with her within the private walls of his quarters, late at night, made him feel connected to someone else in a way he’d never been before. No, seeing the same lust within her for both carnal explorations and for knowlege of the dark arts that he shared himself was not at all attractive to him. Waking up to her presence in his bed, wearing his shirt, sharing his warmth vulnerably, showing her trust in him despite being reserved and isolate to nearly everyone else, did not melt his heart in the slightest.

Sister Diana challenged him as an equal intellectually. Secondo knew of Diana’s unwavering nature, her own ambitions and independence, yet she allowed him to hold her. To lead her in a dance. To keep his hand on the small of her back as they walked. She willingly submitted her body to him, as he did to her too, behdind closed doors.

He loved the way she would look at his younger brother Cardinal Emeritus III, not with carnal desire like some of the other siblings, but she would rather toy with him and match his own advances in a playful manner. Not once did Sister Diana look at anyone else like she looked at him, and only he would ever know that.

All that being said, Secondo has never, and may never be exclusive to anyone, as monogamy was never something he was drawn to in his life. Thankfully Diana felt the same way about her own sexuality. They silently understood this between eachother, despite never actually having a real conversation about it. Still, they would sit in the library for hours as they studied together. She would come up to the quarters of the high clergymen and massage his shoulders as he finished paper work. He would come down to the morgue to bring her coffee and food when she would be working nights. There was no denying their love for eachother.

Their meetings fell into a comfortable routine. So you can image how it confused Secondo when Sister Diana wasn’t in the mortuary at the time she usually was every other day. How it started to make his brow crease when he couldn’t find her anywhere else in the church. The Cardinal found her in the very last place he chose to look for her in. Perhaps if he had gone to her room first, things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn’d have found her lifeless body, mutilated and pale, blood already beginning to dry upon her skin and the carpet as she layed on her bedroom floor.

I briefly mention this scene in one of my one shots, “Child of Her Grave”, but of course I’m slightly changing how it goes already lol. But anyway, the family was in shambles to say the least.

Secondo had come to Primo in a daze. He didn’t know how long he stayed by her body, completely shell-shocked at the sight until he decided to knock on his brother’s door at 2 in the morning. The unlit halls of the church disguised her blood that now stained his cheek and clothing. He simply told Primo that Sister Diana had been killed, unable to utter anything more.

Her death occured on the same day that an incredibly important ritual needed to be performed. It had only been hours after Secondo told Papa Primo that he was now faced with having to tell his Prime Mover that her best friend had been murdured over night.

The combination of seeing his brother struggling to process finding his lover’s body, and holding Eliza against him as sobs racked her body, was the most torturous thing Primo had ever experienced. But they were left with no time to process their grief.

The higher clergy, along with Sister Imperator, were adamant with Papa Primo that the ritual not be delayed simply because of one sibling’s funeral. But when Papa didn’t come when he was summoned for the ritual, several Bishops stormed his quarters in anger and frustration at the delay of the incredibly time-sensitive ceremony that still needed hours of prep work before dawn. Primo was considered one of the more patient Papas that was very difficult to truly anger, yet he didn’t feel an ounce of remorse as he killed one of the Bishops for daring to raise his voice while Eliza was shaking violently against his chest.

Her burial ceremony was quiet. Secondo sat by her grave afterward and refused to move. It broke Primo’s heart that he wasn’t able to attend with Eliza and his brother. He got there as soon as he could, heading straight to his cardinal. He had been aware of his relationship with Sister Diana, it had been obvious to Papa that the year they spent together has made his brother close to her, even if Secondo himself refused to admit it. He could only imagine his pain. Someone was standing over his brother- who he barely registered, thinking it was their father Nihil deciding to be present. Primo was not prepared to see the wrath of Satan in his brother’s eyes. He should have known then that Second Emeritus was planning something in his silent anguish, but Primo found a brief sense of relief knowing the Old One was with him when he couldn’t be.

The ritual had required Carinal Emeritus III and Cardinal Copia to be in attendance of course. The roles of the two satanic princes of the church had been flipped. Terzo was the one now wringing his hands and stuttering over his words. Both of them wanted to be with Secondo, but Copia sent him off before they left the offices of the higher clergymen. It was important that at least one of them was there.

Terzo felt his heart hammer in his chest as his legs carried him across the cemetery.Even when they were boys, Terzo had never seen Secondo cry. His brother was always so stoic. Secondo took everything in stride and grace, and demanded nothing but authority in every situation. But when he reached his destination, Terzo stared at a man that was just as lifeless as the bodies six feet under them.

He was almost afraid to touch him. He didn’t want to upset his brother further, but Terzo couldn’t bring himself to leave either. The younger brother’s throat tightened and he stood rigid- but soon eased himself beside his superior dark Eminence, sitting on the painfully cold metal bench that faced her grave.

He held his breath for Secondo to snap and tell him to fuck off, he almost wanted him to, just to have a sign of normalcy from his brother. When that never came, he slipped his arms around him, and just press himself as close as he could, remaining silent. When there was still no reaction from Secondo, he laced his hand in his and squeezed.

“Ti voglio bene...”

Terzo hated how his voice shook and cracked when he whispered it against Secondo’s shoulder. He needed to get a fucking grip-

Weakly, Secondo finally squeezed Terzo’s hand back. Oh- Lucifer, he can’t cry. That’s all it took for Terzo to press his face against his brother’s shoulder and hug him tightly.

Thunder raged in the distance when Terzo’s blinding white eye spotted one of Nihil’s ghouls walking over to Imperator at the top of the stairs to the church's entrance. The sight of dried blood on black fabric made violet lightning split the sky- before an explosive peal broke the silence.

To this day they still don’t know exactly which ghoul murdered her.

As soon as the moon had cast a blinding glow upon the cemetery did Seconod’s mourning cease. He has been mentally preparing to recite the words of the many grimoires he’d read with Sister Diana, realizing that the dark arts had brought them together for a specific purpose, in this moment, he would raise her from the earth. It needed to be done before the decay of her internal organs began. It was the most demanding casting Secondo had done at that point in his practice. But by the time the moon was at its peak in the sky, Diana rose from her grave, her skin sickly, bones snapping back into place and mending her body where it had been broken. Standing in a horrific sight from the hole she clawed herself out of. Her hand’s blacked and clawed, raw from scratching out of her own casket. Yet she smiled at him like the day he met her.

Now you can really imagine the family’s reaction, seeing the dead sister walking through the halls the following day of her funeral. Sister Imperator seemed especially stunned, for whatever reason. I’ll have to draw some of these reactions later lol.

Thankfully not much changed after that, as Diana kept to herself mostly, her returned presence was not immediately noticed by the rest of the church. The siblings would of course rumor that a ghost haunted the mortuary, with exposed bone and rotting flesh. None of this was true of course. Secondo only noticed she was colder to the touch now, and smelled more like the earth, but her beauty and mind were in tact. He knew why Lucifer brought them together that day with necromancy, and he was now more driven than ever to master the evil forces.

Nonetheless, Cardinal Secondo and Sister Diana were very happy to be reunited. Bellamy was born just a little over a year after her mother’s resurrection, as physical proof of that rejoined love.

Currently, in the timeline of this au, Bellamy is now seven years old and Second is now Papa Emeritus II. There will be more content to come with her, I know this response is getting stupidly long lol. For now, I’ll end it with this goof ass doodle of Bellamy’s dedication ceremony to Lucifer and Lilith, actually led by Papa Nihil, who shockingly volunteered to dedicate his granddaughter to the Lords of Hell at the altar.

Primo better get a comfortable ass seat in hell for the shit he puts up with.

That’s all for now 💐🖤

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dewdrops-whammy-bar · 28 days

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Special Ghoul my beloved...

Tagging @puppsworld bc he seemed enthusiastic about this (thanks for the yelling!!! You will never catch me I'm too slippery >:3)

Written in bullet format bc brain is going too fast to make coherent sentences let’s goooo

Warning for references to self-harm/self-mutilation, blood, and autocannibalism! This gets messy y’all

BEFORE:

Ok so Special isn’t a “true” ghoul. They’re a human who turned themself into a ghoul via an unstable and experimental ritual.

This has resulted in issues like mobility issues from excessive scar tissue. Turns out doing your own top surgery isn't such a great idea.

Which human you may ask?

Mary Goore themself! (I had to. I love them ok sue me /lh)

BACKSTORY:

Mary ended up at the Ministry when they took a rough turn in life. They had heard of the Ministry before and were already subscribed to that sect of Satanism but didn’t have any interest in joining an organized religion. They knew the Ministry would take them in so they headed to the Sweden location.

They weren’t officially a Sibling but were in the process of becoming one. (They didn’t really want to, but it was the only way the Ministry would let them stay.)

They heard about the Ghost project starting up and jumped at the chance to get involved with music again

Unfortunately the only way to get involved with that was to be a high-ranking sibling (which could take years) or a ghoul. You can see where I’m going with this.

Mary found an old book deep in the library that detailed a prototype ritual of turning oneself into a ghoul. They decided they had nothing to lose and started planning.

THE TRANSFORMATION (this is where it gets gory):

The ritual involved a lot of carving sigils into skin and a ritual disembowelment. The book strongly recommended a few people help with that but Mary said fuck it I’m doing this myself

Gave themself top surgery while they were at it (transgenderizes your metalhead twink)

They died obviously. At least their mortal vessel did

Mary crawled out of the Summoning well the next night as a ghoul and promptly ate their former body. Yummy.

They kept their skull and some bones bc that’s fuckin metal

GHOUL LIFE:

Seestor was NOT pleased when she found out what had happened

But Mary/Special couldn’t really be Banished, they weren’t from the Pit.

So she begrudgingly let Mary join the Ghost project

They ended up as a co-writer and concept musician and eventually a spokesperson

They go by either Mary or Special, but their friends mostly call them Mary. Special is more of a title to them. Don’t call them Phil unless you want your insides to become outsides.

They have sick scars all over their body from their transformation!!

They don’t have an element, but they do have a bit of magic.

They’ve got a lot of unsettling traits. They don’t blink a lot, they walk silently, and they’ve been known to cause disappearances in nearby towns. A ghoul’s gotta eat.

They’re outwardly cold and grumpy but they’re pretty chill if you get on their good side. They despise Imperator and higher-ranked Ministry members but are protective of Siblings.

They hate the friendly voice they have to put on for interviews, but it’s one of the only times they can let down their mental mask around other people and just chill. (Lots of complicated feelings there, possible hurt/comfort idea?)

They only take off their mask around people they trust.

They like to scare new residents by standing in dark corners and staring at them.

They’re close with Terzo’s ghouls, Cowbell, and a couple humans.

They trust Cowbell the most bc they’re both kinda misfits.

Ghouls only need human meat once in a while but Mary has more cravings for it than most. Ministry members are off limits though.

They were referred to as “it” for a while (mostly by Imperator and her most loyal following) so they aggressively correct anyone’s pronouns (Theirs and others’). It’s the one of the only cracks in their “cold creepy ghoul” demeanor. They’re especially protective of trans Siblings.

They’ve been known to appear from the shadows and correct a condescending cardinal on a Sibling’s pronouns.

Special ghoul my beloved… this was super self indulgent and fun to write. Feel free to use this as inspiration for art/writing!

#Sorry if this is rambly I have a lot of thoughts and raging ADHD #special ghoul #ghost special ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #mary goore #repugnant band #wham rambles

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when we're not acting — w. junhui

pairing: non-idol! junhui x theatre kid! reader

word count: 4,107

genre: enemies to lovers, theatre co-stars

warnings: dubcon kiss. swearing. also not proofread :D

author's notes: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !! I made this a while back but couldnt find time to finish itt. the reader is gender neutral (i try to keep it that way), but the play they are acting in is romeo and juliet. also, i cant reply to you guys since this isnt my main acc, so if you have anything u want to say to me, you can send me a message ^__^ (high key just wants some messages ;__;)

Satan came in two forms in your world—the red-skinned demon, with horns and a tail, and Wen Junhui.

Admittedly, you didn't always hate him. He was one of those seniors in college, that when he walked in to any room, all eyes would turn to him. He deserved it though. He towered over everyone else, facial features that were sharp, yet elegant, accentuated cheekbones, a pointed nose with well-carved lips, and sharp eyes, and a soft gaze. You, yourself, found him incredibly handsome, and believed him to be some God-sent angel that was placed on this Earth to provide good and spread kindness.

Until you met him.

During the first year of college, you lived at home, with your brother, Minghao, who also attended the same campus. Your parents thought it'd be easier, and if you were still adamant, you can rent a place closer to campus and away from home.

It was after one of your packed days, where you had a class from morning until the late afternoon, along with a first meeting for the drama club you were planning to join since you took an interest in theatre. Safe to say, you were far from exhausted, and all you wanted to do was get home and enjoy a stick of Melona, your favorite ice cream that you keep stocked in your fridge.

You knew there was the last one waiting for you when you got home, and upon remembering that you still had one stick of the green, sweet dessert, you rushed excitedly to the kitchen, pulling your freezer open and reached for the box that was still there.

However, you touched nothing. There was no cold wrapping within the cardboard box, and when you pulled it out to look closer, it was completely empty.

"Oh, you must be Hao's sister." You jumped, turning around to find Junhui entering the kitchen, and lo and behold, a Melona bar in his hands, which he took a bite out off (first red flag; why would you bite ice cream?), and idly stood there staring at you.

"Where'd you get that?" You didn't care for formalities. You were tired and the last bar of your favorite dessert was being eaten by a complete stranger.

He glanced at the green bar. "Oh, Hao told me I could take it."

"Why would he say that?"

He looked at you confused, brows furrowed. "Because I asked?"

"Why would you ask for it?"

Why were you asking so much question? Jun couldn't help but ask himself, but entertained you. "Because I wanted it."

"Why would you want it without knowing who it belongs to?"

It clicked within his head, that you were upset, and that the melon bar was the reason as to why you looked like you had just been robbed, standing in front of the (still opened) freezer, disheveled.

"It belongs to you?" He asks, pointing the bar towards you, and you nod frantically, the anger bubbling within you. "Oh." He simply states, and sticks into his mouth, uttering, "My bad."

Since that day, you vowed to hate him, and hope you never have to meet him.

Which was difficult. He is your brother's friend, your senior in your major, and he is, unfortunately, the ex-president of the drama club.

Since he is a final year student, he can't join any of the extracurricular activities, but he promised to join one of the last productions before he completely focuses on finishing his degree. You were beyond grateful, knowing that he wasn't going to be too active with the club, and you don't have to run into him.

However, he is still Minghao's friend, and for some reason, wherever there was Minghao, Jun was not far.

"Is it okay if I go home with you today?" You asked Minghao. There was makeup that you needed to bring back to your shared apartment with your best friend, Yunjin. You had approached your older brother outside the campus cafe, knowing he'd be there with his friends from his class. "I'll probably stay a night, but if not, I'll just head back alone with—"

You stopped mid-sentence when you saw someone approaching from behind Minghao. Of course he'd be here. You rolled your eyes as you made eye contact with Jun, before stating, "Never mind, I'll get it some other time."

Jun watched as you walked away, a scowl evident on your face as the corner of his lips pulled upwards. "What happened?" Minghao only shrugged, mumbling that you were being weird as usual before returning to his friends in the cafe.

"Why does Y/N hate you, dude?" Minghao asked Jun, the latter looking back at the younger one in confusion. Minghao rolled his eyes at Jun feigning being oblivious to your obvious distaste towards the older guy. "Every single time you're near, Y/N makes a one-eighty."

Jun only raised his shoulder in a shrug, "Probably because I ate the last Melona bar."

"I can't believe Y/N is holding that against you," Minghao sighed, placing a hand over his forehead. "Even after you bought two boxes."

Granted, you didn't know that Jun had restocked the Melona bars in your fridge, and assumed your parents did.

Jun didn't have a problem with you not realizing what he did, he was slightly grateful that you never found out because it was oddly entertaining to him to see you bend over backwards just to avoid being in the same vicinity as him. It wasn't easy for you, he knew that; you were both in the same major and the same club, with only a two year difference. Despite the age difference, you both ran into each other a lot.

However, he never intended on annoying you too much. Sure, he found joy when irritation etched your face during the brief second of eye contact when you both pass each other on campus, how your lips would be pressed in a tight line, eyes set in glares as he emerges from the shadows besides your brother. You were entertaining to him, he always found you to be quite the character. But, he understood your boundaries, and wouldn't want to cross the line.

Thus, when you appeared during one of the meetings of the drama club, the same time he was asked to attend (it was a sharing session, and as the ex-president, it was obligatory for Jun), he had to hold back the wide grin when he spotted you in the audience.

Interested to know what side you'd reveal to him during your journey in this club, he tried to join every now and then, when there were practice skits, or auditions, just to observe you.

"Who's that?" He asked one of his juniors, nodding his chin towards you who was doing a scene from Grease as a practice activity. He knew who you were already, he just needed to act like he didn't.

"That's Y/N, freshman," Seokmin informed Jun, "Y/N is really good, I think they used to be in the drama club for their high school or middle school, they have experience." Jun only nodded.

"We're thinking of having them auditon for the leading role for the Spring production," he added, and then turned his body to face Jun completely, "and since this is going to be the last production you're allowed to join, we wanted to know if you want to join as the male lead."

Jun was stunned, glancing between Seokmin and you, glad that you were focused on the skit. Seokmin continued, "Please? For the last hurrah?" It wasn't that he didn't want to take the offer, of course he loved performing in front of a crowd, and being a final year student, he'll soon have to let that go. Jun, once again, glanced in your direction, finding you throwing your head back in laughter, your skit already completed and your friend said something funny.

Jun was worried about you. If you were to co-star with him for the production, would you be able to put your dislike of the man aside?

The Spring production was a highly anticipated event, and he's sure you were going to be chosen to take the leading role. He could see your dedication in the arts, but then again, the root of your hatred towards the older one was because he ate your last Melona bar, that one thing resulting to almost two years of you glaring and avoiding him. Sure, you were dedicated and passionate, but you were still childish.

"First thing's first: if we're not going to talk about the production, then we shouldn't talk at all." He was right, you were childish. And petty, very petty. Jun leaned back against his arms that held him up, tilting his head to the side as he watched you fuss about the rules and limitations of how you both should and should not interact while preparing for the Spring production.

You were both to star as the leading couple for your club's production of Romeo and Juliet, a classic, and you were excited as you've done this before during middle school, but it was kept PG because of your age back then. Now, well, what was (then) a kiss on the cheek, would become a kiss on your lips. If it were anyone, literally anyone else on this campus, you wouldn't have a problem, but when Seokmin introduced Junhui to you, as your love interest, you felt your blood drain to the points of your toes.

You were sure you would faint. You were dramatic, just not that dramatic.

"We're only to meet when we have to discuss the production, no random meet-ups outside of that—"

"You're getting a little over your head, Y/N," he finally spoke after realizing you've just rambled on for the past three minutes. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, I have no intentions of meeting you outside of the production, either." You couldn't control the scowl that immediately took over your features. The immediate look of disapproval causing Jun to chuckle, shaking his head before he pushed himself up.

"See you at tomorrow's readthrough." Your eyes followed his broad shoulders as he left the room, still standing by the walls before you leaned your head back, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.

"Hey, Y/N." You looked up, hoping it was Yunjin so you both could walk back to your apartment. Unfortunately, who stood by the frame was not your roommate, and it was your month-long fling from your freshman year. What was his name?

Ah, Jaehoon.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood your ground. The guy wasn't a danger to you, just a nuisance, like a parasite. Despite already conveying your disinterest to continue whatever was going on between you both, he was adamant on still being in contact with you, in bothering you.

"Congratulations on your role," he stated, without answering your question. Your brows furrowed, confused as to how he knew. He wasn't in the drama club, nor was there an announcement that the public knows of. "I heard about it, because I've signed up for Stage crew."

Shit.

You didn't say anything, you couldn't. Usually, when guys you've dated try to reach out, wanting another chance, you don't pay them any mind because well, it's easy for you to avoid them.

However, Jaehoon was persistent. Despite already blocking his contacts and social media, he'd find a way to get to you. It was borderline creepy, and even though that chances of him hurting you was low (he wasn't necessarily violent), it was never zero.

Before he could continue, your savior and roommate finally entered the room, sharing a warning glare towards Jaehoon before glancing back at you.

"Am I interrupting something?" Her tone wasn't cautious, but threatening, as if telling Jaehoon to either leave by his own will or be dragged out.

Jaehoon, not getting the message, only shook his head. "I was just congratulating Y/N on her role."

"So, you're done?" Yunjin asked, raising a brow towards him. Jaehoon nodded. "Then leave." Finally getting the message, he let out an awkward chuckle, before leaving out the door. Once he was gone, you reached out and collapsed in Yunjin's arms, you didn't notice how hard your heart was beating during the entire exchange.

"Gosh, I should've come here sooner," she cursed, pulling away and examining your face, your arms, "did he do anything to you?" You only shook your head, resting your forehead back on her shoulder as she rubbed circles on your back.

You thought having to deal with Jun was enough, but now, you have to deal with your creepy, clingy, one-month-relationship ex now.

Every time you had practice, it was the same routine; you run into Jaehoon, turning around and walking the other direction very obviously, hoping he'd get the message (he does not), before an exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you spot your co-star reading through the script. Each time there was a rehearsal, it's as if you could hear your lungs telling each other to prepare for a hard day's at work because of how much they'll be used to repeatedly sigh throughout the days.

There were even some moments where you wanted to sigh, but felt you were getting light headed. You were probably exhaling sighs more than you were breathing in air.

"You know Jaehoon?" You looked up from your phone, finding Jun not looking your way but towards where most of the props were placed. You glanced to find Jaehoon staring at you, but his eyes quickly averted the second you both made eye contact, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in irritation.

"Why does it matter to you?" you grumbled, grabbing your script. Flipping through the pages, you pointed towards the scene where Juliet was supposed to kiss Romeo. "We don't have to kiss, right?"

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N."

"And I asked why does it matter to you," you retaliated with a roll of your eyes. Other than your constant sighing, your eyes were feeling tired from rolling just as much.

"It's not a hard question to answer, either yes or no."

"That will lead to follow up questiions," you added for him, causing him to finally look at you, brows slightly raised, amused.

"That's for me to decide," he responded, and for first time that day, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, I do."

"How?" You glared at him for having a follow up question, and his shoulder rose in a shrug. "I didn't say I won't have any follow up questions."

"Again, why does it matter to you?" You were getting tired from this conversation. Having to see both Jaehoon and Jun at the same time for prolonged hours, combined with your exhaustion from classes and rehearsals, you were just downright beat.

"He's been staring at you since prep for the production has started," Jun stated the obvious, to which you didn't respond immediately. He continued, "And whenever you weren't here yet, or left already, he'd look for you, so I assumed you both know each other."

"Unfortunately," you grumbled.

"So, how do you know him?"

You couldn't help but laugh dryly at his question. "Did you forget?"

"What?"

"We aren't supposed to talk about things outside of the production," you reminded him, and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"You set up those, by the way," he rebutted, nodding towards you with his chin, before shaking his head gently, "I didn't agree to your terms, Y/N."

"You're so frustrating." With a grunt, you pushed yourself off the floor, wanting to find some fresh air before the break ends. You found yourself outside of the auditorium, leaning your back against the wall beside the door. There was less than two days until the first night of the two-night show, and the stress was finally getting to you.

"Thought I'd find you out here." You leaned your head back, glaring up at the sky and cursing whatever entity had led the dimwit to where you were. You didn't bother to look towards Jaehoon, focused on your phone, as you silently hoped that something will possess him to turn back inside. "Y/N, you can't keep ignoring me."

Again, you didn't pay him any mind.

You had better things to do than giving him your attention, like tapping the screen of your phone to like a TikTok of a funny puppy.

"Hey!" You yelled, when your phone was pulled from your grasp, Jaehoon holding it high and away from your reach.

"I was talking to you."

"I have nothing say to you," you sneered, "give me my fucking phone back."

"Not until you give me a reason why you've ghosted me," he threatens, and you groan, rubbing the space between your eyebrows when it began to throb. "Do you really think you're better than me, Y/N? To act like nothing happened between us?"

"Yeah, actually, I do think I'm better than you," you stated, tilting your head to side with raised eyebrows. "We went out for a week, Jaehoon. You were boring and being unnecessarily bossy over me, so of course, I ended it." You tried to reach for your phone, but he raised his hand higher, ducking his head so he was close to being eye level with you, a threatening glare behind his eyes.

"You really think you can talk to me like that?"

"Yes, she can." Within seconds, your phone was out of Jaehoon's grasp and he was shoved to the side, away from you. Jun appeared, wiping your phone against his shirt before handing it back to you, to which you sent him a tight smile. Jun stood by you, your figure slightly hidden behind his broad frame, arms crossed over his chest as he eyed Jaehoon down. "Don't you have a prop to move?"

"We'll talk another time." This guy might be the dumbest person you've met because how does the fact that you keep avoiding him not register in his head to leave you alone? Once you saw Jaehoon disappear through the doors, you kicked the air, letting out a frustrated yell, Jun watching you from the side with wide, concerned eyes. You practically clawed your face, unsure of how to let the anger be relieved from your body.

"Are… are you okay, Y/N?" He finally stopped you from your… performance. "I'm guessing he's upset because you dumped him?" You didn't bother accusing him of eavesdropping, you were too tired.

Closing your eyes, you nodded weakly.

Jun's brows furrowed deeper, holding onto your shoulder as he noticed how your face seemed paler than usual. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

You weakly shrugged off his hand, mumbling, "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." You glared at him, finding it annoying that he was worried about you. "Just head home, you've done a great job so far, you deserve the rest."

It didn't register to you what he said; the words of affirmation. It didn't seem natural for you to hear it from Jun, but the words slipped past his lips so naturally, it was as if he has always thought that, just waiting for the moment to voice his thoughts out to you.

You could tell he acted differently around you, or maybe you were just looking too into it, not used to him being aware of your presence, worrying about you, and making sure you weren't tiring yourself out. Yunjin says that you were overanalyzing it, that Jun has always been a caring person and looked for everyone, whether they were the actors in the play or the crew behind the production. You convinced yourself that was true, that your ego was growing too big.

"Yeah, we could do that for scene four if you're comfortable with that," Jun reassured you, a warmth behind his eyes as they glanced at you and back at the script at hand. It was opening night in five hours, and in ten minutes, you were supposed to do final rehearsal. You and Jun were discussing on some last minute adjustments behind the curtains.

As Jun explained about one of the scenes, you listened intently, nodding as you glanced between him and your script, writing down whatever seemed necessary to note down before you stopped, your eyes moving past him and finding Jaehoon staring at you, brows furrowed. You only rolled your eyes before focusing back on your co-star.

"Hey, Jun, I need to talk to you about your costume," Mingyu approached him, pulling him to the side after sending you an apologetic look, to which you only nodded, assuring him it was okay to steal him away. You were focused on the annotations you were making in your script. Looking over to where Mingyu pulled Jun, they seemed to have a brief discussion as Mingyu seemed a bit distracted as well as voices were echoing through his earpiece.

"It's okay, whatever is fine, I'll have Yeji use pins if it's too big," Jun reassured his junior, to which Mingyu sighed in relief and walked away after thanking him.

"All's good?" You mouthed to Jun and he nodded, his lips pressed in a thin smile, a smile you mirrored before it dropped, your eyes finding Jaehoon walking towards you. Quickly, panicking that he would take this moment to harrass you again, you walked in front of Jun, placing your hands on his cheeks, uttering, "Kiss me."

"What?" Your eyes looked past the older one, seeing Jaehoon pause in his steps as he watched the two of you.

"I'm kissing you," you stated lastly, before pulling his lips to yours. Confused and taken back by surprise, Jun froze against you, his eyes opened as he stared at your closed ones before he moved his hands to your waist, letting his eyelids flutter close.

You peeked through one eye, finding the spot where Jaehoon was previously standing at, empty. Your eyes then snapped open, realizing what you did and who you did it with, before you shoved Jun a bit too aggressively. "I'm sorry!"

"Y/N—"

You bowed at a ninety-degree angle. "I'm sorry!" Before you turned on the heels of your feet and ran towards the bathroom. You could hear Jun following right behind you, his long legs carrying himself quicker than you could and before you could disappear and lock yourself in the bathroom stalls, he pulled at your hand, shoving your back against the wall right outside where you were headed.

You stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, watching as he tried to regain his breath, his two hands found on either side of your head, caging you in.

"What was that?"

Cue the rambling. "I'm sorry, I panicked. I saw Jaehoon approaching me when you left for a bit, and I didn't know what else to do because he was obviously not getting the message, and I don't know why I did what I did, but just know that I will never do it again and it was an act just to get that freak to leave me alone."

You inhaled a deep breath right after, watching Jun's face, waiting for a reaction, for him to curse at you for kissing him before you heard him agree to it.

You watched as he blinked repeatedly, eyes darting around your face before his brows knitted together. "It was an act?"

"Y-yeah…?" You answered unsure, confused. "I mean, yeah of course it was, and I think Jaehoon probably thought we were practicing for the scene later today since we never got to kiss during previous rehearsals…"

"Oh." Oh? Just 'oh'?

"I'm sorry for kissing you, Jun, especially since I didn't wait to hear a yes," you apologized again.

"Oh, I don't forgive you," he stated simply, finally placing his arms down and by his side.

"What?" Your brows furrowed together, beginning to feel annoyed. "Why not?"

He only shrugged. You rolled your eyes, sighing, "Then what can I do for you to forgive me?" Again, he shrugged. "You're so annoying."

"I'm kidding, Y/N," he stated, shoving your shoulder gently. "I forgive you, it's just…"

"Just what?"

"I would've much rather had my first kiss with you during a time where we were not acting."

The way your face heated up, you were sure you were going to burst into flames, after he said that, especially, with that shit-eating smirk on his face.

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