#overheard in the house of lamentation

[xinxiaogato]

— love at first thrust

summary. as an ambassador from mondstadt, your goal was to persuade the duke of fontaine’s underwater fortress (who reportedly had a herculean physique and an absolute bakery) to agree with your plan on improving international relations. the last thing you anticipated was for him to agree to you getting his rocks off.

love interest. fem!reader x wriothesley.

warnings. unedited, 18+ content (mdni), nsfw, cursing, masturbation, voyuerism, size difference kink, cunnilingus, fingering, name calling (slut), slight orgasm denial, skin biting, almost a handjob, angst (somehow) and comfort, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, porn w plot, virginity loss, unprotected sex, p in v, fondling, rough sex, impregnation, bdsm (handcuffs), soft dom!wrio.

word count. 5,303.

note. my first time dabbling in smut… to whoever is reading this that somehow knows me irl, pls turn straight around ! you are referred to as “reader” by the way.

romance schmomance. how did anyone expect wriothesley to allocate time in his schedule for a lover while properly running the fortress of meropide? his grace was perfectly content with teasing his two tsundere subordinates, who refused to face their feelings for each other. besides, love appeared too complicated of a matter, as evidenced by the prisoners he overheard lamenting on a day-to-day basis about their marital affairs and unsuccessful endeavors in flirting.

but sigewinne thought otherwise, pestering him recommending that he seek a partner because not only would it fulfill his social needs but also satisfy his sexual urges (he scrunched up his nose every time she made that point). frankly, all the duke needed was his right hand, some lotion, and a thirty-minute break of privacy.

…so what was a pair of eyes doing from the staircase to his office, staring incredulously at him fucking his cock into his curled fist during the thirty-minute break of privacy?

keyword: privacy, meaning no one was supposed to be in his office during this time!

a few minutes earlier…

“ah, ms. reader, right this way!”

an eager guard ushered you to an imposing set of metal doors to which your house back in mondstadt paled in comparison. as the guard, who appeared to be a rookie, fumbled with the keys to the administrator’s office, you turned your attention to the rest of the surroundings that seamlessly blended together due to the lack of decor. rusting pipes ran from the bottom up in austere grandeur, and warm lights were scattered across the stronghold, illuminating the faces of the few dozen or so prisoners wandering around the open space. 

although the conditions weren’t all sunshine and rainbows (literally, since the fortress is hundreds of feet under the surface), serving time in the fortress of meropide was bearable enough to the point that some convicts continued living there even after their sentences were up. this was the piece of information that piqued your interest during extensive research into the nation of justice, as access to rehabilitative programs while incarcerated had reduced the crime rate there.

thus, there you stood, prepared to present the ultimate strategy for promoting bilateral relations to the administrator of fontaine’s correctional institution. in exchange for advice from monsieur wriothesley on how to reform mondstadt’s prison system, the two neighboring countries could collaborate on an event similar to that of the “neighboring nations congenial poetry gala” between mondstadt and liyue.

it made sense since both fontaine and mondstadt were renowned for their romanticism, and the only other thing you could offer from your hometown besides poetry and artistry was… wine, which you knew wouldn’t fly. no government wanted more drunkards bumbling down their streets than they already had.

finally, the guard pushed the doors open (not without almost popping a vein) and gestured for you to enter monsieur wriothesley’s office, and once you did, you averted your gaze to the spiraling set of stairs.

however, prior to making your presence known, strange… grunting noises from the upper floor sent a shiver down your spine and planted you firmly to the ground. rapidly, your mind swirled with a million possibilities of what the source could be. although the duke was allegedly benign, he was still a warden through and through. was he personally punishing someone for their misconduct?

it frankly sounded quite painful, and you were getting worried that you came in at a bad time. after all, you did arrive an hour earlier than scheduled.

…one peek couldn’t hurt, right?

then you’ll be able to determine whether or not he needed a minute.

curiosity killed the cat, and that cat was you. because after gingerly ascending the staircase and stopping to be able to peek just above the metal floor, you chanced upon a scene that not even your wildest dreams could conjure.

the black-haired duke’s coat was popped open, with the hem of his dress shirt stuffed between his lips to muffle groan after groan that flowed past them. for several long seconds, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scars running down his neck and heaving pectorals, gleaming in a slight sheen of sweat.

and when you did manage to tear your eyes away, they instantly flitted past his abdomen (which needed its own place in a museum) to the sight of wriothesley’s large—and you meant large—appendage thrusting desperately into his calloused hand between his gargantuan thighs. a bit of precum dribbled from the tip, trailing down his length only to be pushed back up by his fingers and creating a frothy ring near the head of his cock.

you had to stifle a gasp behind your clipboard, trying to process what the hell was happening. the prison administrator and his little friend definitely needed a minute, so you quickly swiveled around to give them just that—only for the sound of his chair screeching backward to freeze you in your tracks.

“who goes there?” his voice boomed throughout the office.

shit!

your heels weren’t doing you much of a favor as you bolted down the staircase, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins overrode every inconvenience to get you to the doorway as fast as possible. however, you didn’t have the strength to budge the doors open (what were they made of? tungsten!?), and before you could even blink, wriothesley had you trapped between the only way out and his bulky figure.

“you thought you could get away?” he snarled, grabbing you by the shoulder (with the hand that was just wrapped around his dick, mind you!) to twist you around and get a good look at your face. your clipboard clattered to the floor, and you nearly screamed when his cock—which was somehow more enraged than he was—prodded against your stomach, making your insides feel like they were doing backflips.

you tried your best not to look at… it… as you spoke up to defend yourself. “sir, it isn’t what it looks like—”

“i think it’s exactly what it looks like,” he interjected angrily, thick eyebrows furrowed above a pair of piercing blue eyes. “what? did one of your fellow inmates dare you to snoop on the warden for blackmail? how many coupons did they offer? hmm?”

“inmates? coupons?” now your eyebrows were furrowed. “monsieur, if you could please let me explain!”

it took a second for wriothesley to regain his senses, and after noticing your foreign attire and trembling form, he retreated at once. “archons, i…” he stroked his face with his hand and covered his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh. “i’m terribly sorry. i thought you were one of them.”

“them?”

he nodded dejectedly in response before dropping his hand to the side and meeting your eyes, but this time, it wasn’t with indignation. “yes, a group of ill-intentioned people recently formed in order to unmask my secrets…” he had to look away for a moment before continuing. “...one of them being what i do in my office during lunchtime.”

“...oh.”

“as for you…” over his broad chest, he crossed his arms that could crush watermelons with one flex (okay, maybe you were overexaggerating.) “how did you gain entry into my office? it should have been locked.”

you cleared your throat. “a guard let me in.” wriothesley parted his lips to question that, but you were already one step ahead. “he seemed new.”

the warden managed to put two and two together, and a sense of dread began consuming him from head to toe. “you’re… the envoy from mondstadt,” he realized, a taste in his mouth more bitter than the tea he oversteeped this morning. “i must say: you’re a bit early.”

you replied with a light shrug, “the cavalry is expeditious.”

“right. that’s… great.” he gave you a tight-lipped smile. “could… could you give me a minute? i would like to make myself presentable so that i can give you a proper introduction, and… again, i want to apologize for having you walk in on something so vulgar. i’ll be sure to compensate for it in any way possible.”

your original plan from the beginning was to give this man a minute, but… the longer you stood in his presence, the more aroused you felt. he was really handsome, standing many heads taller than you and practically oozing with sex appeal. the tidbits about his appearance that you heard through the grapevine in mondstadt couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. watching him jerking off earlier, there was definitely a moment when you wanted to replace his hand with your cunt.

pause.

this might be the only opportunity for you to break away from the perfect image you were constantly upholding. throughout your adolescence and young adulthood, you had trained to become a professional in your field and garnered copious experience in diplomacy so that you could obtain a high-ranking position in government. this caused you to miss out on a lot of the joys in life, including sex. that was the first time you had seen a penis in the flesh.

“did you say any way possible?” you inquired.

“of course, i’m a reasonable man. i doubt i’ll be opposed to anything during today’s negotiations.”

after a moment of hesitation, you braced yourself for an eternity’s supply of humiliation and let your last thread of sanity snap in two. you fell to your knees right in front of his throbbing member, which was still as hard as a rock.

“...then you won’t be opposed to this, right?” you murmured. in a bold move, you leaned forward to press your cheek against the side of his cock, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

wriothesley sharply inhaled through his teeth, blood rushing to his face as he took a step back. “what… what are you…!?”

but he wasn’t dumb. he knew what you were intending. however, this felt more like you were doing a favor for him when he was supposed to be doing one for you.

and do one he shall. 

in one frame, you were hunkered down on the floor in front of his grace, and in the next frame, you were being carried to the second floor of the office in his sinewy arms. you were in no danger of being dropped, but you clung onto his shirt regardless, squealing your head off and flailing your legs like a feral animal, which only added to wriothesley’s amusement.

“are you regretting your decision?” he asked, his lips curled into a smug smile. “i can always stop. just say the word.”

your heart was racing at a mile a minute as he kicked a coffee table out of the way and plopped you onto the couch. when he crouched between your legs, a sheepish you batted his greedy hands away and hurriedly shoved your thighs together. “wait, i… this is escalating way too fast!” you quavered. “are we about to…” do the devil’s tango? the pickle in the jar? the train into the tunnel!?

a gruff chuckle rumbled from his chest. “you were the one who initiated it,” wriothesley pointed out with a wolfish grin. “i’m just finishing what you started, mondstadter.”

“but i just wanted to help you with your… ‘problem’!” you shot back, cheeks rivaling the red of a tomato. “why am i suddenly on the receiving end!?”

“ah, that’s where you’re wrong, because this will help me with my problem,” the duke replied, tugging your pants down your hips to reveal your drenched undergarment. you instantly convulsed and buckled your knees as he pressed his thick fingers against your clothed pussy, and when he drew them back, a string of wetness extended from your underwear to his fingertips.

remember when wriothesley convinced himself that all he needed was self-love?

fuck that.

“your grace!” you cried out as he dove forward and, with his hands anchoring your thighs, began ravaging your clit through the fabric, his tongue swirling and swiping against it ruthlessly. you had not even a millisecond to breathe as your vision blurred from tears of unmitigated satisfaction. with little strength, you reached out to wrench at his dark locks of hair, which only spurred him on further to attack your quivering folds.

archons almighty, what would it feel like if he—

as if he was reading your mind, wriothesley peeled your panties to the side, and the roughness of his tongue along with his pointer finger sliding in sent your body into another realm of pleasure. if accidentally smacking the back of your head against the couch’s gilded crest rail wasn’t the reason you saw stars just now, then it undoubtedly had to be the duke’s skillful ministrations.

“you’re so responsive,” wriothesley murmured, his hot breath deliciously fanning your skin. you were going crazy from his nose nudging against your sensitive bud as he flattened his tongue to completely coat each and every taste bud with your essence, and his digit continued to slide in and out at an inhumane speed, coaxing more and more of your whines and moans. “fuck, and your slut pussy is taking my finger so well. how many people have gotten the chance to see this pretty view?”

pretty view? you mentally scoffed while struggling to keep your wits about. says him! not every day did a tall, dark, and handsome man lap at your arousal like it was his last meal! you questioned how he could even breathe down there.

“no, i… j-just… just you…” you managed between labored gulps of air, your cheeks flushed of color. “i… i’ve never… d-done this… before.”

in the midst of leaving a bite mark on the side of your thigh, wriothesley abruptly extricated his finger, which made your pulsating hole very unhappy. “are you saying this is your first time?” he asked in disbelief.

you nodded timidly. when he didn’t respond right away, you grew worried that he got turned off by your admission, but weirdly enough, he snickered.

“looks like we’re in the same boat,” wriothesley stated to your bafflement. having withdrawn his finger, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean of your fluids before returning to lightly thumb your clit using circular motions. you had to scoot away because how else were you going to speak clearly with him doing that!? 

“y-you’re a virgin!?” you spluttered, ogling down at this man like he had just grown a horn on top of his head. 

“way to rub it in,” he jeered at you in a mocking tone. “yes, i’m a virgin. what’s so surprising?”

“because… you’re you!” you stressed. “have you seen yourself in the mirror? it’s a crime for you to look like a sex god without having had sex!”

once again, wriothesley found himself enlivened by your visceral reactions. when an advisor informed him of a diplomat’s advent this week, the warden was ready to be bored to tears by another mundane businessperson. and could you blame him? a few weeks ago, an ambassador hailing from sumeru went on and on about an invention that they wanted to promote to the fortress of meropide’s inhabitants.

…that invention boasted a 41% success rate.

so imagine wriothesley’s gaping jaw when, the moment you bent your knees and voiced your offer, all of his expectations were chucked out of the window.

“‘crime’?” he echoed, followed by a husky chuckle. “i see what you did there. how does it feel to be in love with a criminal?”

a frown weighed down the corners of your lips. “hold on. i may or may not be succumbing to a criminal, but who’s saying i’m in love with one?”

“your body is telling me everything i need to know,” rizzley wriothesley crooned as he rested the side of his head against your thigh. “well, except for your name.”

“…reader,” you answered breathily. “my name is reader.”

“reader.” he nodded in approval. “well, reader, let me show you how we do it in fontaine.”

with newfound vigor, wriothesley mounted the couch so that he was now towering over you and interlocked his hands with yours, pressing them into the vermillion back cushions on either side of your head. as if he was communicating to you that you could no longer escape his advances, even if they became too much.

for some time, he gazed intensely at your blushing face, committing each detail to memory, before he bent down and connected his lips to yours. you tentatively reciprocated his tender kisses, moving your mouth in ways that were unfamiliar yet exhilarating, and shutting your eyes slipped the ground away from your feet and made you feel like you were floating. he let go of one hand to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, which grew into him absentmindedly caressing your cheek like you were made of glass. your neck tickled. your ear burned. every single touch felt like fire on your skin. every kiss was slowly melting your body into mush, melding your body with his. there was no longer a distinction between where you ended and where he began.

after you parted your lips to impart the permission wriothesley’s tongue frenziedly sought, it wasn’t long before the kiss spiraled into a battle for dominance—a battle you lost in the blink of an eye. you could taste remnants of yourself on his tongue from his previous indulgences, which successfully heightened how aroused you were tenfold. your free hand crept up and started kneading your breast through your blouse, your moans swallowed by wriothesley’s mouth.

when he noticed you began touching yourself, he pulled away to your dismay.

he really liked how you craned your neck toward him at the very end of the kiss when he disentangled from you, as though his and your pairs of lips were opposite ends of a magnet. he liked seeing you craving more.

he didn’t like that you were getting ahead of yourself.

“nuh-uh, love,” he whispered, pulling your wrist to the side. “that’s my job.”

wriothesley tugged the hem of your blouse up to expose your bra, and he whistled at the sight. “beige?” he just had to point out with a smirk, bearing a canine. “you really know how to rile me up.”

you internally facepalmed at morning you’s choice of wardrobe. “i was walking into this expecting to have a proper conversation, not to get laid.”

he cocked an eyebrow and suddenly went into business mode. “what was your proposition anyway?”

you couldn’t help but laugh out loud before grasping his large hand and placing it on your chest. “are we really about to do our meeting now?” you chided him.

“you and i are already ‘meeting’ in every sense of the word.”

an affectionate smile broke through your face, and you tugged the man forward by his red tie. “come here, you big hunk.”

wriothesley mirrored your warmth and captured your lips in a searing kiss before traveling down to pepper smooches on your neck and suckle along your collarbone, his teeth the paintbrush and your skin the canvas. he slithered his fingers into the confines of your bra and pinched your nipples to elicit more r-rated sounds from your mouth, and in the corner of your low-lidded eyes, you became very conscious of the reality that his dick would twitch every time you moaned.

anemo archon, forgive me for mine own sins.

“reader,” he gasped. he hunched forward and almost smothered you with his chest as you began to stroke his cock, a bolt out of the blue. you weren’t expecting him to display such a visceral reaction, so you halted at the base of his manhood (which your hand couldn’t even fully wrap around…)

“did i do something wrong?”

“no, not at all,” he affirmed strongly. “i think the problem…”

…was that the sensation of your touch felt astonishingly different to him greasing the pole. it was a shuddering ecstasy that sprinted along his body and unlocked the carnal desires he had kept stowed away.

the key to his dick heart was supposed to have been eternally lost at sea. that was something he was sure of. that was something every person who tried to get close to him was sure of. so he ignored sigewinne’s recommendations, he ignored the rumors of his impotence among the prisoners, and he tried to ignore the hot flashes that jolted him awake in the dead of night, reminding him again that he had always been devoid of love since the start.

but then you came prancing into his office, swinging that key around your finger.

wriothesley’s breathing became shallow, and he pressed his lips firmly into a thin, white line as he stared down at you. how were you shining so splendidly in contrast to the dull lights of his office? how did your frowning lips still look so kissable? how were you looking at him like you were seeing right through him?

he didn’t even know you.

was he deluding himself?

did sigewinne spike his tea?

should he keep going?

what if he hurt you?

a gentle tapping on his forearm hauled wriothesley out of his rumination. he realized he was sweating a lot.

“now i’m sure i did something wrong,” you said worriedly.

wriothesley swallowed harshly before shaking his head, his tufted black hair swaying from side to side. “no… the problem is that… i don’t think i can hold back.”

…

“then what are you waiting for?” you deadpanned. “are you into blue balling?”

wriothesley blinked. “uh, not necessarily…”

“then let’s do it on your table.”

…

“reader…” wriothesley covered his blushing face with the back of his hand. “has anyone told you how… forward you can be?”

a giggle bubbled from your throat. “i’m pretty sure my field requires me to be forward. is it a turn-off?”

“i couldn’t be happier,” he reassured you gladly, and you were soon swept up into another bridal carry. “i will warn you though. if you make a mess of my documents, there will be punishment.”

you smiled. “looking forward to it.” (hopefully, wriothesley didn’t notice he was already going to need new seat cushions after this.)

wriothesley set you down onto his hardwood table, your back toward him, and had you prop one leg up onto the edge, putting your pussy on full display for his enjoyment. he watched in a hypnotic trance as your fluids dripped like a leaking faucet, and he wanted nothing more than to plug you up and fill your needy cunt to the brim. the warden soaked his fingers in your juices to lather them over his shaft, but while he had one hand gripping your hip and the other lining his member up with your entrance, his muscles stiffened. you peeked at him from over your shoulder.

“blue balling bastard!” you almost shouted, but he appeared too distraught to be badgered.

“i don’t have a condom,” wriothesley moaned, falling forward and smacking his forehead against your shoulder. for the first time in a long time, he really wanted to cry. “i would have to walk over to the infirmary and grab one for us, but—”

“—i can’t wait much longer,” you two finished in tandem breathlessly, eyes fixed upon each other. in a matter of seconds, this became a pressing matter that left you and wriothesley in deep contemplation. two strangers—total virgins at that—were literally about to raw dog it. honestly, your parents would be bouncing off the walls over this since they always lamented their graying hairs yet shortage of grandchildren.

but wriothesley… you knew a man of his status was much too preoccupied with handling prison affairs as opposed to prison "affairs". although the iudex of fontaine would be anyone’s first thought at the word “justice”, the administrator of the fortress of meropide delivered his own fair share of justice to maintain order when fights broke out in corridors, to overlook the production of gardemeks, and to protect the peace he had fostered in this very structure.

these things were what made you hurriedly request an audience with wriothesley in the first place. his impressive accomplishments as the new leader of the stronghold were what brought the you from mondstadt to the him in fontaine. however, you now found yourself in a sticky situation that would burden wriothesley further if you two took this risk. a child between you and him… that hadn’t been in your agenda.

plus, the steambird would really get a hoot out of this. “breaking news: mondstadt ambassador walked into the fortress of meropide and walked out with a baby lump.”

so, you made up your mind.

“wrio—”

“will you let me come inside of you, reader?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. your vaginal walls automatically clenched around nothingness at the thought as you gasped and gaped back at him in bewilderment.

“what…? are you sure!?”

wriothesley nodded. “i-i promise, reader, to be a loving partner to you and devoted father to our child,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “i’ve dreamt of having kids with the person i cherish so that they can grow up in a household where they feel safe, but… my greatest fear in life is becoming the monster that… th-that my foster parents were to me and my adoptive siblings.” his face went white. he could feel himself on the verge of vomiting, which he swore he had rooted out long ago. the scars on his body had never felt more painful. “i know that that belief is unfounded, but… i’ve been a violent person since i was a teenager. since the day that i… i killed them.”

“so if you do not wish to bear a child with a person like me, i understand,” wriothesley avowed, his eyes turned down in shame. “i can find other means to make you feel good, and i’ll just… go to the restroom to finish my business.”

you were finally learning about the warden's haunting backstory, sealed behind his assertive exterior. immediately, tears sprung to the corners of your eyes. you twisted your torso to cup his face with shaking hands and look him square in the face.

“wriothesley… you are so much more than your past,” you insisted earnestly. “are you not aware of how incredible of a person you are? of how many lives you have changed for the better? you couldn’t change the past, so you made it your life mission to change the future of every person who’s living and breathing in this stronghold right now. you converted your suffering into something that led to the liberation of many others’.” you gave him a wobbly smile through the tears streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls. “that’s why i wanted to meet you, wrio. i wanted to meet the man behind the operations, behind the smiles on these prisoners’ faces. so please… don’t ever think badly of yourself.”

as the color returned to wriothesley’s cheeks, the duke couldn’t look away from the eyes that sparkled up at him so brilliantly. it was mesmerizing. his heart had never felt this full, and he wanted it to be as close to yours as possible. without missing a beat, his arms wrapped around your body, lightly brushing against your nipples in the process and causing them to harden on contact. he pressed his entire frontside against your back, and you could clearly feel his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage (and his dick saying hi from between your thighs).

“you’re so good to me, reader,” wriothesley mumbled. “what did i do to deserve this?”

you laughed and caressed the side of his head. “i just told you, idiot.”

his signature smirk returned in all of its glory, and he trailed his hands down to rest on your hips. “hold onto something.”

“what? agh!”

your body lurched forward once wriothesley drove his cock into your sopping heat, every inch dragging along your walls until he reached your cervix and his pelvic bone was right against your ass. a guttural moan escaped as he remained perfectly motionless, reveling in the feeling of your pussy rippling along his length, and you clamped a hand over your mouth to mask the embarrassing noises seeping through. the pain was unexpectedly minimal, but now you had to deal with this enormous object penetrating you to your very core. and not a moment passed before he started pushing in and out of you, squelching noises rebounding off the metal surroundings as your bated breath was yanked from your throat. throughout wriothesley’s grunts of exertion, a moan poured past your lips at each thrust, his balls slapping against your puffy lips and the table legs screeching in reply. his hands slid up to mercilessly flick your nipples with his thumbs at a rate that engendered tightening sensations to build up inside of your lower abdomen.

“wrio!” you exclaimed, writhing in ecstasy. you didn’t think you could handle the pert beads on your chest being fondled in unison with him pistoning your cunt from the back for another minute. “wr-wrio…! hnngh… ah! i feel so w-weird… ah! nngh…!”

“it’s a good weird, yeah?” growled wriothesley amid nibbling on your earlobe. “i can tell by the way your womb is descending to meet my cock, just begging for my seed. and that’s exactly what i’ll give you.”

“nngh, i… i’m… a-agh!” you pathetically blubbered. a stream of saliva ran from the corner of your lips as he pounded into your tight channel with savage intensity, the whites of your glazed eyes beginning to show. “i-i think i’m gonna c-come…!” 

“shit…” he rasped, noticing the telltale signs of an orgasm building up in both of you. “me, too…” he roughly grabbed your chin, fingers digging slightly into flesh, so that he could witness your expression contorting with bliss as you reached your cusp. “i want you to take every drop of my cum, reader. every fucking drop until nothing but my essence flows from your depraved hole.”

you nodded and pursed your lips, overwhelmed by the persistent and passionate onslaught on your pussy that was utterly molded into the shape of his velvet-wrapped steel. “yes, p-please…! wrio, please shoot it inside of me!”

finally, wriothesley bit down on your shoulder and slammed home into your depths, burying himself inside of your womanhood while releasing thick ropes of semen. your muscles convulsed and clamped down onto his cock with a vice, milking it until he had emptied his balls completely. the light humming of the industrial fan above commingled with the heavy panting of the two bodies that have become one, drunk on the languid atmosphere.

“you’re so obedient,” he cooed, nudging aside a lock of hair that was clinging to your sweaty forehead, whereas you were still reeling from wave after wave of endorphins. as you endeavored to muster the strength to respond, wriothesley glanced down at his files freshly marinating in your juices. “well, for the most part,” he added. “what did i say about my documents?”

“i…” you scowled and snapped back at him haughtily, “i wasn’t trying to ruin them!”

his mellow chuckle resonated in your ears, and in the ensuing seconds, the sound of clinking metal pivoted your attention.

“well, you can’t argue that they’re illegible now,” he said, effortlessly restraining your wrists in handcuffs from archons knew where. you also came to the startling realization that his member hadn’t softened one bit since he came within your spongy walls. “and as the duke of the fortress of meropide, i must carry out punishment where i see fit.”

“…lord barbatos.”

“haha, i love you, too.”

(several days later, charlotte got her big paycheck after spotting another “meeting” between you and wriothesley behind café lutece.)

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[devildom-moss]

Hi there! Hope you’re having an amazing day today! If you can may we please get some headcaons for the obey me brothers with a MC who’s like super funny like outrageously funny? Maybe they don’t show it at first due to the fact that they’re living in a house with 7 demons that would turn them into a hashtag if they breathed the wrong way but slowly start to relax after a while and start showing their talent in making people laugh. Thank you if you decide to do this! 🫶🏾

This took longer than I wanted it to, but I hope you like it!

MC is actually hilarious headcanons

Lucifer

He has a love-hate relationship with your sense of humor. 

On one hand, your ability to make him laugh warms his heart. He knows he can be a bit uptight, but the fact that you’re funny enough to get him to laugh is a comfort – knowing that he can rely on you to lift his spirits with just an off-handed comment that happens to be the funniest thing he has heard all day. 

However, he hates that you once again have power over him. First it was the pact, and now you can just make him laugh in the middle of an important meeting. That would be incredibly embarrassing for him. 

Lucifer suspected that you might have a sense of humor when he overheard a comment you made under your breath about one of his brothers. He had to stifle a chuckle to avoid being caught eavesdropping. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he walked into the common room to investigate the commotion only to find half of his brothers nearly dying of laughter with you in the middle – Asmo was even wheezing. 

He enjoys watching you put a smile on his brothers’ faces.

Mammon

He loves when you make him laugh – especially when he starts laughing so loudly that someone yells at him to shut up. It just makes him crack up even harder. He’ll lock eyes with you after being chastised and then double over in laughter again.

However, Mammon doesn’t want you sharing your jokes with anyone else. The very idea that you could possibly be making anyone else laugh breaks his heart. 

Mammon was probably the first person to realize that you have comedic talent. Something about hanging out alone with him in his room gave you the opportunity and confidence to joke around with him.

He was surprised as he gasped for air. When did you become so funny? 

Whenever you make him laugh, he instinctively leans in closer to you. If you make him laugh enough, he ends up with his head against your shoulder – laughing against your skin with tears in his eyes.

Leviathan 

He’s jealous that you have all the talent. “You’re too OP-ed, MC.”

How can someone be so funny and gorgeous and the best human he has ever known? Levi wishes he could be funny like you. If he could make you laugh the way you can make others laugh, maybe you would be able to love him forever. 

He and Asmo were the next to be exposed to your comedic talent while you, Levi, Asmo, and Mammon were watching a movie in Levi’s room. 

However, it makes it harder for him to game with you because you can throw him off by making him laugh or by flirting with him. If he’s serious about the game, he warns you, “no jokes.”

Levi makes you tell him jokes when he feels anxious outside of the house; it’s hard to panic when he can’t focus on anything else through the laughter.

Satan

Satan appreciates your humor. What he doesn’t appreciate is that he was the last person to experience your funny side.

Between spending a lot of time in the library/places where you’re expected to be quiet, his slightly intimidating personality, and his quick wit that could easily cut you down if you misspoke, it was hard to feel comfortable enough to joke around him.

He was pretty pissed when he walked into the House of Lamentation after a dinner with his acquaintance to find all of his brothers laughing around the dining room table – even Lucifer was covering his mouth and attempting to stifle a laugh. When he asked what was going on and Lucifer glanced in your direction, Satan was surprised that you were the source of their absolute breakdown laughing fit. Even though he was irritated to be the last one, he didn’t ask for the playback and figured that if you were that funny, he’d get his chance eventually.

Once he knows that you’re a comedic genius, he keeps trying to weaponize your humor: encouraging you to break Lucifer during meetings or parties or making you distract his brothers so he can sneak another cat into the house.

When he’s angry, talking to you soothes that rage more than most things. It’s as if his sweet laughter filling a room snuffs out the fire burning under his skin like a charm – like you were charming him.

Asmodeus 

Asmo loves that your humor can brighten a room. You’re such a good time, and he loves spending time with you because he knows you’ll bring a smile to his face. 

Once you are comfortable enough to show your funny side, Asmo loves taking you out to parties. Who else gets to say they came with the funniest, second most beautiful person at the party? 

He’s so proud of loving and being loved by someone who can bring a smile to a room full of demons. As much as he craves being the center of attention, he also adores watching you shine.

One of his favorite things is coming home late from a party with you - the both of you trying to stifle your laughter as you sneak back into his room. When he just collapses into bed with you, his laughter finally free to reverberate off the walls, he feels so much peace and love for you.

How funny you are can make him feel a bit insecure. Asmo knows he’s gorgeous, but he can never be as clever and hilarious as you. What if being beautiful and stylish isn’t enough to keep you around? He will completely disregard his ability to be loving and creative.

Beelzebub

This boy is always busy with his club activities, and he can be a bit dense and hard to joke around with, so he is one of the last to discover your comedic talent. 

He walked into the House of Lamentation to find Asmo and Belphie doubled over on the couch while you were pacing the room and telling them a story about your week (aka putting on a miniature stand-up show). He leaned against the doorframe, quietly admiring you in your element. In that moment, the affection he had for you dug a little deeper into his heart than before.

Beel is delighted to discover that you can make his brothers and loved ones laugh.

Other than the sound of someone working in the kitchen accompanied by the smell of a home-cooked meal, the sound of his brothers laughing feels more like home than anything else. Beel and his brothers laugh more after you start to open up and joke around with them, and as such, he has never been more at peace.

Sometimes when you make Beel laugh (mostly when you’re alone with him), he has a tendency to grab you and pull you closer until you can feel his breath against your skin. His laughter seems to vibrate through your body and his happiness is infectious.

Belphegor

Belphie prides himself on understanding you, so even though Mammon was the first person you joked with and Asmo and Levi got to witness your humor before him, he is still happy that he knew you’d be funny if you were just comfortable enough.

“I knew it,” he admits almost breathlessly. Normally, he might get jealous and possessive, wishing that you had started to show him your funny side first. However, he’s too pleased that you are finally comfortable enough around him to show him another side of yourself.

Like Beel, Belphie likes to hold you when you make him laugh. He won’t let go until you or his brothers pry him off.

Your humor can (occasionally) keep Belphie awake, which can be annoying when he’s exhausted, but he would happily lose a bit of sleep to keep you the way you are.

He won’t admit it, but he appreciates that you can lighten the mood and cheer up his brothers – especially Beel. That said, Belphie would also like you to use your humor to help him come up with better pranks on Lucifer or make up creative nicknames to insult Lucifer with.

Belphie asks you to rename the group chats and nicknames for his contacts in his phone. It can make him chuckle easily – even after a bad day.

I didn't mean to push Friday's post all the way to Sunday - almost Monday. I'm going to try to post 3 requests and/or fics this week to make up for it. I finally have access to my computer again.

#anon #ask #requests #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me demon brothers #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #obey me #this last week was just really busy and hectic #so I hope you all will be understanding and I feel pretty bad about it

[separatist-apologist]

Still Into You

Summary: Cassian stumbles into the middle of Feyre and Rhysand's yearly mating anniversary, and learns the secret to making a relationship last: lying.

Thanks to @the-lonelybarricade for this drabble prompt. In her defense, I play blatant favorites and also she suggested this yesterday.

2k words

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Cassian knew better than to be in the house any time leading up to the anniversary of Rhys’s mating bond. Everyone knew it, to be fair, making themselves scarce for a solid month and hoping when they did return, Rhys had gotten it out of his system. It was the night of, and normally Cassian wouldn’t risk being anywhere near the smells likely leaking out of the River House if it weren’t for one thing:

Nesta had left her favorite book in the guest room. She hadn’t asked him to get it for her, nor had she said one word to him, specifically, about wanting to finish reading. He’d overheard her lamenting to Gwyn and Emerie that she’d left on a cliffhanger while her friends had gloated over knowing the ending. 

Cassian figured he could brave his brother for a few minutes in order to give his own mate some satisfaction, too. Cassian arrived just as night began to fall, blanketing Velaris in shadowed, pinky hues. He moved quickly, wings tucked tight against his body. He could do this. 

His hands were sweaty as he turned the knob, heart pounding in his throat. It wasn’t that Cassian had an aversion to sex, or that he was too delicate to hear it. Though he certainly didn’t want to hear what Rhys might do to Feyre, who he loved like a sister, it was the mindless aggression that came with the acceptance of the bond. Cassian knew it too well—he’d nearly taken Lucien Vanserra’s head off for wishing Nesta a good morning while passing down a hall once. Rhys was the High Lord and already territorial even in his most rational moments. 

If he caught Cassian sneaking through his home, he might think Cassian was after his mate and then Cassian would have to fight him. He made his steps quiet, an arduous task given the size of him. Maybe he should have asked Az, who’d vanished the mere second Feyre had cheerfully announced her upcoming anniversary. He was likely burrowed somewhere deep in the content by now. 

Bastard.

Cassian’s nostrils flared at the scent of something rotten…something burning, something—something…

“Cassian!” Feyre’s voice interrupted his wild attempts to figure out what he was scenting. Diverting his attention from the sweeping wooden steps that would take him to the guest room he’d defiled more often than he cared to admit, Cassian pivoted toward the dining room. Rhys was perched at the head of the table, those violet eyes glittering not with anger or suspicion, but amusement. 

Cassian turned again, one palm raised in apology. His eyes snagged on the painting Feyre had done of him and Nesta at their mating ceremony—fuck Nes was so beautiful clad in all that flowing white—and forgot to say anything.

That was his first mistake.

“Did you come for dinner?”

Dinner? He turned again, tearing his eyes off Nesta in her mating gown and the rising memories of what he’d done to that dress in the aftermath to look at Feyre. “You made dinner?”

He didn’t know Feyre knew how to do that. 

Of course she did—and she invited all of you, which she does every year, came Rhys’s smooth voice. Sit down and smile. 

Mating bond chafing already, Rhys? Cassian couldn’t help his taunt, stepping onto the sand colored rug beneath the elegant table. They’d had many a meal here—prepared by the serving staff, by Elain, and once by a red faced Lucien, clearly at Elain’s prodding. Never Feyre, though.

“I did come for dinner,” Cassian lied, curious as to what was happening. Rhys was utterly relaxed, his head tilted toward Feyre who was an utter mess of ingredients. Multi-colored smudges of food substances graced her high cheekbones, her braided golden brown hair, and the soft slope of her collarbone. And though she wore an apron, he could see it had done little to protect her long sweater and leggings beneath. 

“I was beginning to think no one ever would,” his High Lady said, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I’ll make another plate.”

I was dawning on Cassian that the terrible smells were coming from the kitchen. Feyre vanished behind Rhys, trailing her fingers over his shoulder before she went. Rhys immediately leaned forward, his face harsh and unforgiving. 

“You’ll eat everything she serves you with a smile,” he growled, looking more battle ready than Cassian had seen him in a long time. 

“Why didn’t you tell us Feyre invited us to dinner?” Cassian asked instead, well aware his brother was hogging her attention. Rhys’s lips pulled over his teeth, smothered when Feyre reappeared balancing three plates on her arms. The smell hit Cassian like an arrow to the chest. It was a mixture of rotting, hot garbage and fish, somehow both salty and sweet. 

“What brings you down?” Feyre asked, taking Rhys’s other side opposite Cassian, unaware of the vicious stare her mate was lobbying at Cassian. As if he’d ever insulted her. 

“Rhys promised Nesta some new dresses,” Cassian said slickly, slamming the walls of his mind closed before his brother could argue.

Why not have a little fun while he was here? That sharp talon sliced brutally against his consciousness, but Feyre, so obviously and openly delighted, kept Rhys from doing anything but offering a too sensual smile. “I came to collect the coins…and a book Nes left upstairs.”

“You should have brought her!” Feyre declared. Rhys looked at Cassian with a look that said, now you’ve done it. 

“She wanted to come so badly,” Cassian replied, feeling bad for the lie. He hadn’t yet looked at his plate, but he knew from smell alone Nesta would not have been able to keep her reaction from her face.

“She’s helping Emerie with something for her shop.

“That’s so generous,” Feyre, unaware that neither Rhys or Cassian had begun eating, turned to her own plate. Finally, Cassian looked down, his stomach flipping. This was the Illyrian war camps all over again. Some sort of mystery meat, covered in a blackened sauce and surrounded by a limp, too-wet vegetable greeted him. 

“Wine?” Cassian asked casually, and with a snap of Rhys’s fingers, three goblets appeared before them. Rhys began cutting his over-done, too tough meat with all the grace and elegance of a well-bred High Lord. Feyre didn’t watch at all, doing the same. Cassian lacked their easy graces and, to be perfectly honest, was desperate to escape. Not just the meal, but the way Rhys’s eyes kept darting to Feyre and how they both thought Cassian couldn’t see Feyre’s hand sliding up Rhys’s thigh. Mother save him, he thought, forking his piece of meat and bringing it to his lips.

The taste was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life. In a bad way. As though Feyre had concocted a dirt and wet cat meal when he knew full well she’d added neither. His High Lady was beaming at him, his High Lord glowering, both waiting for his assessment.

“Wow,” he finally managed, swallowing while holding his breath. He’d had worse meals, he told himself, though not for centuries, certainly. This would have been gods sent back when he’d been starving. He might have begged for second helpings, even.

Now, though…?

You’ve gotten soft, came Rhys’s snarling assessment in his mind. Whoops. He’d dropped his shield. 

“Elain is teaching me,” Feyre told him, eyes shining with pride. “We’re bonding.”

You need to get Elain out of your house, Cassian told Rhys silently. She’s a terrible teacher.

Rhys looked like he might throttle Cassian. “Try the vegetables,” he said instead, spearing his own on a fork. Rhys ate like it was the finest meal he’d ever had. Cassian did, too, nearly gagging when they dissolved into wet mush on his tongue. Gods, this had to be torture—something Az had devised, or maybe some divine retribution for past crimes he couldn’t recall. Cassian couldn’t do it, bracing his hands on the table just as another invisible force shoved at his shoulders. 

Sit down and finish dinner, Rhys ordered silently, smiling at his mate.

“You’ve outdone yourself this year.”

“I burned it a little—”

“I like the char,” Rhys informed her smoothly. Cassian was close to gagging, not from the taste but the purr in Rhys’s voice.

I’m trying to eat here, he grumbled loudly so they could both hear him. Feyre smothered a smile, attacking her food again while Rhys remained unbothered and smug. The quickest way out of this, Cassian realized, was to just finish his food and make his excuses to leave. Cassian was beginning to believe no good deed went unpunished, not when he had to choke the rest of the meal down between long gulps of wine. Rhys and Feyre were becoming more heated by the moment, clearly having some silent conversation Cassian wanted to know nothing about. 

Rhys finished before Cassian somehow, sliding his plate toward his mate.

“Is there more?”

Cassian choked. Surely Rhys was joking. 

“I gave it to Cassian,” Feyre said apologetically as Cassian rose from his chair so quickly it nearly toppled to the floor. Rhys glanced towards him, now inching back to the hall.

“A moment, darling,” Rhys said smoothly, rising from his chair. “I owe Cassian some money.”

“Thank you for coming,” Feyre told Cassian with the sweetest smile. Cassian immediately felt bad for every mean thought he’d had about her cooking. 

“Can’t wait for next year,” Cassian said, thinking he’d force Azriel to join him. Rhys was quick, hand on Cassian’s shoulder as he led him into the hall and up the stairs. The sound of dishes clattering chased them away, and Cassian couldn’t help himself.

“Do you really enjoy her cooking?” he asked the moment they’d reached the landing.

“Yes,” Rhys replied immediately. “Every year Feyre recreates our mating bond by making me a meal, and every year she tries to outdo the last. Tell me, brother. If Nesta cooked you a mating meal, would you refuse it over the taste?”

Fuck no. And while the thought of Nesta in the kitchen certainly amused him, he knew he would have licked the plate clean had she ever put in the effort it took to cook something. Rhys could hear his every racing thought, his face settling. 

“Exactly,” Rhys said, digging in his pockets. “For Nesta’s dresses.” Cassian took the money, well aware Nesta would spend it on books.

“Have fun,” Cassian called over his shoulder, making his way toward the guest room.

“You have five minutes,” said Rhys, his steps thundering down the stairs. Cassian snatched the book from a side table and went out the window when he heard Feyre’s loud, happy giggling floating up the stairs. Good for them. 

Cassian didn’t need to see what Rhys was doing to the dining table he’d just been sitting at. In fact, Cassian didn’t think he dared a breath until he was back up at the House of Wind, strolling into the bedroom he shared with Nesta. She was already in a night dress, her hair unbound and falling in loose waves around her shoulders. 

“Lovely,” he couldn’t help but say, grinning as he strolled in. Nesta looked up, those silvery blue eyes narrowed as he tossed her book to the bed and Rhys’s coins on the desk at the end of the room. 

“You went to see them?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “How was it?”

Cassian shrugged. “Fine. And then weird. But mostly fine. It was worth it to get your book,” he added as she picked it up. Nesta’s face erupted with delight, looking up at him with unguarded pleasure. Cassian slid onto the bed, unlacing his boots so he could stretch out beside her. 

“Well, thank you,” she said, brushing her lips over his jaw. He knew he was going to lose her to the book in a moment, and took the opportunity to ask, “Would you ever cook for me?”

She started to scoff before truly looking at him. “I don’t know the first thing about cooking,” she admitted. “It would be awful.”

She had no idea. Cassian was willing to wager it couldn’t be any worse than what he’d just eaten, though. “That’s okay.”

Nesta held his gaze. “You better eat all of it,” she grumbled, settling back against the mountain of pillows propping her up. Cassian grinned, diving beneath the blankets to take her with him.

"When has that ever been a problem, Nes?” 

And for once, Nesta had no comeback to offer.

#feysand #nessian #feyre x rhysand #nesta x cassian #is it really lying if rhys is enjoying himself??? #i dont think so

[another-lost-mc]

First of all, i LOVE your Karasu au and your writing in general 😍😍

I don't know if you're taking requests, so feel free to ignore this if you aren't. That being said... How it would be the first time between MC and Karasu?? 👀👀

a/n: I don't want to spoil part five his story, but I'm happy to provide some general details about possible things to expect! his character page also has some nsfw info/drabbles to keep the thirst at bay.

➤ first time headcanons | karasu

0.5k words | x gn!reader | nsfw | suggestive and explicit content

— It's going to take place at his house. He's not comfortable being caught or overheard doing that with you at the House of Lamentation right now. He also wants to be completely open and vulnerable for you, and he needs his private space for that.

— He knows what he wants but doesn't really know how to get there. He's going to be trying to kiss you and undress you at the same time. It might be a bit clumsy because he wants to take things slow, but it's hard because he's desperate to finally touch you.

— He's going to be loud. It's canon, he is not quiet in bed. He's going to talk constantly about how much he's wanted this, how good you feel, how gorgeous you are, how hard you make him. When he can't form words anymore, he's going to be moaning and whimpering and whining from pleasure. He doesn't swear often but he loses his composure when he cums.

— You probably won't see his demon form in bed, at least not yet. It would be too overwhelming with the heightened senses and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. He may unfurl his wings during or after, but his full form won't manifest.

— It might be a little disappointing if you have unrealistic expectations. He can't recall the last time he had sex with someone (think a couple decades or longer) so he doesn't have the control or the stamina to make things last. He's going to be so embarrassed by it, but eventually all he can think about is finding new ways to please you. He's going to make it up to you while he recuperates so expect multiple rounds rather than one long drawn-out session.

— He might giggle if something feels ticklish, or sometimes he just feels euphoric when he cums. He might cry, too. He's a sensitive, deliriously happy mess of a demon. He hopes you'll embrace both possibilities because these are sides of him that no one else has ever seen.

— He'll be open to being pegged/fucked later, but for your first time, he wants to fuck you. If you want to get on top and ride him though, by all means. He might last longer that way too. Also, he's going to openly stare at your body as you move above him (when he's not throwing his head back against the pillow with a whine to try and hold back his release a little longer).

— The morning after might be a rare time when he actually decides to use a personal day to skip work. He will be very reluctant to leave your side for a while.

— After he walks you back to the House of Lamentation, he's going to flop down in the messy sheets and roll around in your scent. He's going to get hard thinking about you and the night before, and he's already itching for the next time you can spend the night.

#obey me karasu x reader #obey me x reader #my oc: karasu #obey me oc #obey me oc x reader #x reader #gn!reader

[fickleminder]

The Escape

You are attacked while alone in the House of Lamentation.

Based on this scenario.

Simeon gets the call just slightly past midnight, right after he’s saved his latest draft.

“Hello lamb,” he greets with a stifled yawn, but no less delighted to hear from his favorite human. “You’re up late—”

“Simeon!” Your tone immediately banishes all traces of sleepiness from his body. “Simeon, help me! I can’t hold them off—”

A blink, and the angel’s already at the front door. “Where are you?”

“House of Lamentation!” Your voice abruptly drops to a whisper, afraid of being overheard. “I’m in my room. I’ve barricaded the door, but I don’t know how long it’ll keep them out—”

“I’m coming.” It’s a promise and a threat all in one. Simeon prays he won’t be too late.

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Your hands are clamped tightly over your nose and mouth as you lay low, huddled under your bed. You fight the urge to gasp for air, despite your lungs wanting nothing more than to catch your breath after fleeing the scuffle in the foyer.

You think Lucifer would be proud of you for lasting as long as you did, putting your RAD lessons to good use and fending your opponents off with non-lethal spells (though Satan might have something to say about the ‘non-lethal’ part). You wouldn’t have hesitated to use your fists either, but there were five of them and they just wouldn’t stay down, plus expending all that magic in such a short amount of time had quickly depleted your strength.

With one last burst of energy, you had erected a temporary barrier to buy yourself some time while you hid and called for help. Mammon came to mind first, but—

(“We are not to be disturbed for the night, is that clear?” Lucifer looked more authoritative than usual in his demon form and a freshly pressed suit.

“Yes boss,” you replied with a playful salute. “I promise to behave while all of you are having fun playing politics!”

The demon gave a deep sigh, but accepted the quick hug at the door before departing for the castle with his brothers.)

You whimper into your palm. Logically you know those demons can’t hear you breathe or sense your body heat from afar, but every instinct in you is screaming to make yourself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Simeon stays on the line with you. You can tell he’s trying to remain calm for your sake, but his soothing words are lost in the wind as he presumably flies to your location. He’s almost there, you just have to hold on a little longer—

BANG

Your heart leaps into your throat. Your doorknob rattles violently before the entire door shakes against the cabinet blocking its way.

“We know you’re there, human!” Someone hisses, and you can hear dark laughter behind them. “Be good and come quietly, won’t you?”

Time’s up. You scramble out from your hiding place and, in a moment of impulse, rush to the window. It’s a long way to the ground, but maybe if you rolled after the fall you’d be fine…

“Get back!”

Simeon’s shout comes from two places at once: the D.D.D. in your hand and somewhere above.

You backpedal just in time to avoid the broken glass from the angel literally drop-kicking his way in. You feel something warm hovering over your skin, a protective layer to prevent any stray shards from cutting you.

Simeon’s wings seem to fill every inch of space in your room. Your eyes are captivated by their beauty, and only the urgent call of your name snaps you back to reality as Simeon reaches for you.

“Hurry!”

Despite your fear of heights, you trust him not to drop you. You throw yourself into Simeon’s arms and cling to his torso, burying your face in his bare shoulder to avoid looking down while Simeon keeps a firm grip on your waist.

With a gust of wind and the sudden sensation of weightlessness, both of you are quickly airborne and soaring away from danger.

By the time the demons have forced their way into the room, the only thing left is a single white feather on the windowsill.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me simeon

[jknerd]

NIMH AU: Jenner

Full Name: Jenner Winford

Species:  Human -> IM-Human (through experiment in NIMH)

Age: 40~41

Gender: Male

Other names: Commander Winford

Occupations: Military commander (formerly), Minister of Military arms in Bund of NIMH

Residence: 1st Bund of NIMH

Family: Racso Winford (long lost son; presumed dead), unnamed wife (deceased)

Relationships: Nicodemus (his leader; formerly), Jonathan Brisby (acquaintance-> enemy), Justin (rival->enemy), Sullivan (his henchmen; formerly), Mr. Ages (acquaintance->enemy), Ministers of the Bund (acquaintances)

Likes: His position, revenge on NIMH/human war criminals, power, lust, old bund of NIMH, Elizabeth Brisby (his object of obsession) Dislikes: NIMH, his family killed by NIMH, Nicodemus’ “suffocatingly” pacifistic ideals, any of IM-Humans following Nicodemus, the moving plan

Jenner Winford was a military commander during war and in the Bund, he was a minister of Military Arms. At one point, he used to have a wife who died of childbirth and had a son named Racso who was raised with love and care by him. However at the hardship of war, Jenner and his son was captured and sent to the NIMH along with other soldiers where he become an IM-Human through experiment as the Bund was founded in a land where he promised his son to build their new house at. However, as Jonathan helped him and others escaped, Jenner returned to his career as commander and with his newfound strength and intelligence in warfare, the enemy troops retreated. But, Jenner received a news that his son—who was 11 at that time—was killed by tortures in concentration camp of NIMH, hence the villainy of Jenner began with lament and anger.

With new rank as minister of Military Arms in Bund, a newfound hatred of humans, growing rage and vengeance against NIMH, he Jenner was obsessed with murdering whoever related with the NIMHs, even torturing NIMH scientists’ families to death and was consumed with lust for power to become a Prime Minister of the Bund. Once a year he would visit the very spot where he wanted to build a house with his son to remind himself in determination to keep the Bund protected from humans. At one point, he overheard Nicodemus discussing with Mr. Ages, Justin and Jonathan about moving the bund. Jenner was against the idea and had occasional heated argument with Jonathan. The last time they have spoken to one another, Jonathan told him his murderous rage on humans was not what late Racso would have wanted and told him to let go of the past. 

Year after the death of Jonathan Brisby, Jenner returned victorious with the war against enemy nations and had gathered quite amount of followers within the Bund as a group who prefer to stay instead of moving it to the Thorn Valley. When encountering Jonathan’s widow, Jenner was briefly taken back of the unheard news of Jonathan having a wife and children. However, he smelt the opportunity and expressed hospitality to Elizabeth Brisby. He was aware Nicodemus would actively partake in moving the Brisby house with his magic, so he’d use that opportunity to finally get rid of Nicodemus, taking over the position as Prime Minister of the Bund and expand its territory to make the entire nation his. Through these days, he actually developed obsession towards Elizabeth Brisby, but unable to approach her as she was with Justin most of the time.

When at the day of moving, Jenner had his men immobilize the Brisby mansion by destroyed Jonathan’s magical trinkets and the enchanted strings of Jeremy, successfully severed the pact between Elizabeth and the crow spirit as the house’s weight crushed Nicodemus to death. When Elizabeth returned with a news of NIMH approaching next day, Jenner swiftly took control of situations by announcing that he would declare war on NIMH and the humans that follows the inhumane organizations. Holding her children and majority of IM-Humans as hostages through his men, Jenner abducted Elizabeth away persuading her to stay in the old Bund with him, even attempt to gaslight her into believe this could be what Jonathan wanted; his family stay in the Bund he founded. Seeing the true colors of him, Elizabeth refused firmly. When Jenner was about to rape her, he was stopped by Justin in time as Sullivan brought him to them. Enraged at the betrayal, Jenner severely wounded Sullivan as he and Justin engaged into sword fight. Recognizing the sword once belonged to Jonathan and its blade matched with same cutting traces from the immobilized house, Justin angrily called him out as murderer of two occasions; Jonathan’s and Nicodemus’. Jenner bitterly admitted that he indeed killed Jonathan and Nicodemus, claiming the two were trying to destroy the community he tried so hard to protect as he finished he had learned to “take WHATEVER he can, WHEN he can”. However, Justin disarmed and wounded him before going back to Elizabeth. When Jenner was about to finish him, wounded Sullivan threw his dagger and managed to stab Jenner on the back through his heart, causing the corrupt IM-Human to fall to his death at the similar spot he died; only the difference, is that while Jonathan was found dead in the arms of Virgin Mary’s statue, Jenner was found dead below the same statue.

Posthumously, Jenner was labeled as community traitor. But, Nicodemus concluded that he is a fallen man consumed with wrath on himself and the broken heart of being away from his long lost son that made him vulnerable in temptations for power and revenge. At the end, however days after the Brisby family’s departure, it was revealed Jenner’s son Racso was not dead, but actually has been alive and become an IM-Human.

#The Secret of NIMH #The Secret of NIMH AU #NIMH #NIMH AU #Jenner #humanized #Mrs. Brisby and the Bund of NIMH #Mrs. Brisby and the Bund of NIMH AU

[thinkingabthim]

make a mammon (obey me, shall we date) & y/n one but the plot twist is that mammon starts dating u bc he got dared to & then he falls in love with y/n more & more

🎧📚 ｡✧⭒˚ ~ Just a bet

Genre: Angst, fluff (maybe, maybe not)

Mammon x f!reader

Summary: As a dare, Mammon has to date someone in class. He picks a random girl in the back of his class. Not knowing she's hopelessly in love with him. One day he asks to call off the bet not realizing she was near. Will he be able to fix this?

Word count: 586

Inspired by: Sex sells by Lovejoy

Warnings: Angst, fluff (🤭🤔), cringe probably.

A/N: HOW ODD??? I thought ur request was deleted. I couldn't find it for like 3 days and it just randomly came out while I was going through my drafts. Anyway enjoy my fave little loser💋. I kinda hate this. AND ALSO THIS SONG IS BASED ON SEX SELLS BY LOVEJOY 😍😍😍

It all started when Mammon took a bet from his friend.

“Hey Mammon! Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“I dare you to date a random girl in class”

“No way, that’s horrible and mean”

“I’ll give you 5000 grimm if you do it.”

“...Okay deal, I’ll just tell her”

He didn’t know it would go this far. He didn’t know he’d fall for her like she fell for him.

“Hey Y/n, are you doing anything after school?”

“I’m doing nothing after, why?” She didn’t look up from her journal

“Wanna go out?”

“Go out where? And with who”

“Go out with me”

“How do I know you’re not fucking with me right not?”

“I’m not! I heard there was a fair opening near here”

“Fine. One date Mammon, one date.”

He fucked up. Real bad.

He shouldn’t have done it, he should’ve told her.

“I want the deal off.”

“Why? Are you losing? Or are you falling in love?”

“I’m serious, Arroth. I want the deal off.”

“Just break it off with her. I saw that girl you liked was getting jealous”

They were interrupted when Mammon heard running and also sobbing.

The image of you crying was burnt in his memory.

He adored you! He really did.

He noticed little things about you, things normally people wouldn’t notice.

He noticed how you used to wear cold, and earthy tones before you met him.

How you wore more warm tones when you met him, symbolizing confidence and independence.

How you were always happy and bubbly around him

How comfortable you were.

You thought he was the one.

You thought he was serious.

Only for him to lead you into a false sense of hope.

“I’m telling you Y/n! He’s into you!”

“Oh shush Thirteen, he isn’t”

“He is! I’m telling you! If you weren’t so oblivious you’d see him staring at you in class”

“Well… Maybe there’s something on my face! I don’t know? But what I do know is that he isn’t into me”

When he asked you out you couldn’t believe it.

You thought he was joking.

Turns out you were right. It was all a lie.

The cuddles, the compliments, the kisses.

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve known. It was right under your nose.

Once you’ve overheard what he said, you run straight to the House of Lamentation to seek comfort from Asmodeus. Only realizing that it was still the middle of the day, he was still in classes.

Only person who was present was Lucifer.

He heard the door slam. He got out of his office and comforted you.

Mammon ran home to see Lucifer guiding you into his office.

He was heartbroken of course, but he gave you some space for a few hours..

Hours turned into months.

Your eyes became lifeless, the sparkle disappeared.

You became more quiet and introverted.

Only people you’d talk to are Lucifer, and some close friends.

You became closer to Lucifer.

After a few months, you guys became a thing.

Mammon was heart broken. All because of a stupid bet.

A bet he shouldn’t have accepted.

He couldn’t sleep, all his thoughts were you.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard giggles outside.

He looks out to see you and Lucifer getting all cuddly.

‘Out of character for him’ He thought.

Lucifer made you more happy then he ever did.

At night he can’t even turn the lights off, knowing you were going to sleep in Lucifer’s room instead of his.

#angst #fluff #lovejoy #wilbur soot #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #mammon x you #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #om #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #x female reader #obey me fluff #obey me angst #shall we date obey me

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so SO much for your love for this version of them. It means the absolute world to me because I love them too. And I keep thinking of more and more things to do with/to them so this could end up being like 100 chapters if you all continue to want to read it <3

Please let me know what you think!

-x-

Words: 3.3k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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She finds herself watching the clock. 

It wasn’t something she usually did but a day full of paperwork, plus the promise of a weekend away just her and Aaron, had made the day drag. It made minutes feel like hours and hours like years. 

As soon as it’s 5 pm she feels her shoulders relax as she thinks to herself that she might try and convince Aaron to get her some fast food before their drive to their hotel. 

“You desperate to get out of here, Em?” Derek asks, and she smiles as she turns in her chair before she stands up.

“I’m excited for a weekend away.” 

He smiles as he stands too, shutting down his computer. “No Jack this weekend?”

She shakes her head and she stands up, ready to pack everything on her desk away for the weekend, “No, Haley has taken him to spend time with her dad this weekend, so Aaron and I are taking advantage and going away,” she smiles at the thought of it, “We’re not going to have a whole lot of time to do that soon.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Atlantic City,” she replies, “It’s a Sin to Win weekend,” she leans in closer and speaks a little quieter, well aware her fiancé wouldn’t thank her if anyone else overheard, “I sin, Aaron wins.” 

His eyes go wide and his eyes flick to her bump, “Really?”

The look on his face makes her suppress a laugh, the need to mess with him almost making her tell him about the time she did take Aaron to Atlantic City, but she decides to tell him the truth.

“No, you idiot,” she says as she finally laughs, “I’m almost 24 weeks pregnant, we are going to a spa and a hotel in Virginia Beach for the weekend. I have a pregnancy massage booked and then we are going to have a lot of sex.” 

“Ew, gross Prentiss,” he replies, and she laughs at the look on his face, the way he shakes his head as if he was trying to dispel the thought completely. He looks her up and down, smiling at the question he’d clearly been thinking all day. “What’s the dress all about, anyway? Not your normal office wear.” 

She looks down at her outfit, smiling at the red dress she’d decided to wear that morning. Her cheeks flush when she remembers the way Aaron had looked at her when she walked out of the ensuite, his eyes wide as he took in the way the material was snug around her bump. She was struggling a little bit with the changes to her body, how it no longer felt like her own at times - so much of what she could and couldn’t do dictated by the baby, but it seemed to make Aaron even more attracted to her than usual. His hands always reached out for her in a way she knew wasn’t just because he desperately wanted to feel the baby kick. 

He wanted her. All the time. And she wanted him too, the need for him constantly thrumming under her skin. 

She smiles at Derek, her hand drifting to her stomach, “I’m still refusing to wear maternity pants unless I have to,” she replies, only half lying, “That’s what the dress is about.” 

He smirks at her, but any conversation is cut off as JJ walks past, “Have a good weekend JJ,”

JJ winces and holds up a file, not stopping walking to Aaron’s office as she responds, “Sorry.”

Emily sighs as she watches her friend walk into Aaron’s office and hand him a case file, their conversation muted.

“There goes my beach house rental,” Derek laments, sighing as he turns back to his desk to pick up his go-bag. 

Emily sighs, “And my non-refundable booking at the spa.”

Derek raises his eyebrow at her, a smirk spreading across his face, “Didn’t you just buy a house for $3 Million? I’m sure you can take the hit.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and opens her mouth to curse at him, but Aaron cuts over her, already out of his office and walking down the stairs to the bullpen.

“JJ will brief you all on the jet,” he says, walking over and picking up Emily’s go-bag, ignoring her usual protest that she could carry her own things and the accounting eye-roll, “We need to get going, we have a missing co-ed we have a chance of saving.” 

They nod, the importance of the case not lost on any of them, and head towards the elevator. 

“Where are we going?” Spencer asks, his hands in his pockets.

“Tallahassee,” JJ replies, and Emily groans. 

“Florida? Oh man, the heat is going to suck.” 

Derek nudges her gently with his elbow as they all get on the elevator, “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you’ll be sat in an air-conditioned precinct the entire time.”  

She feels annoyance flick in her chest even though she knows that he’s joking, that this type of lightheartedness had always been part of their relationship, but she finds herself in less and less control of her reactions and emotions. 

“How about you have a baby living inside of you Morgan, and then we’ll see who’s complaining?” She says, raising an eyebrow at him as a challenge. He wants to argue with her, she can see that, but she can see JJ shaking her head at Derek out of the corner of her eye, and he stops, simply nodding in response. “That’s what I thought.” 

When the elevator reaches the first floor they step out, and she feels Aaron just behind her, his familiar scent overwhelming her, “You don’t have to-”

“If you tell me I don’t have to come, I’ll yell at you too,” she says, turning her head to look at him and all he does is nod, a response he had learnt was the safest fairly early on into her pregnancy. 

“I’ll make sure to get your pregnancy pillow from the trunk of the car.” 

Her chest fills with love for him, warming her from the inside out. She leans forward to kiss his cheek, a quick thing she wouldn’t usually allow herself whilst they were still at work, and smiles as she pulls away. 

“You’re the best baby daddy in the world.” 

He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head at her, “Please stop calling me that,” he says as they follow the rest of the team, “I’m your fiancé.”

___

She feels nothing short of relief on the jet home. 

Part of it is because of the air conditioning, the heat and the humidity of Florida something she was glad to be leaving behind. Mostly she was happy that they’d been able to save someone, something that felt like a rarity. A young girl was going to get to go home.

And a baby had been left without parents. 

The thought of it makes her sigh as she rubs her bump before she reaches for a pretzel, enjoying her winnings from her poker game with Spencer. 

“I still can’t believe you won,” Spencer says his eyebrows furrowing as she continues to eat the snacks in front of her. 

“You’ll get over it,” she replies, smiling at him, “Besides, we both know you would have given me the snacks anyway.” 

He smiles and nods in confirmation, and Derek and Aaron walk over to join them. Emily shifts over to sit next to the window so Aaron can slip into the seat next to her. His hand immediately lands on her thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath his palm. He’d been keeping close by, even more so than usual, since the team returned from rescuing Rebecca. Emily knew it was mostly down to the fact that the dead, recently pregnant, unsub had made him worry even more about her. And that watching a newborn, parentless, baby get loaded into an ambulance would make him worry about their baby, even though they were perfectly fine. Emily smiles and places her hand over his, squeezing it tightly as a silent promise that they’d talk about it when they get home.

“Are you done winning all of Reid’s snacks, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, sneaking a pretzel from the pile in front of her. She slaps his hand playfully and shifts all her snacks closer to her side of the table. 

“Hands off, these belong to me and Nugget” she says, her smile turning into a yawn and then a groan, “Fuck I’m tired.”

“That’s only going to get worse sadly,” JJ says as she and Dave walk over, both of them sitting on the bench seat, “I was exhausted in the third trimester.” 

“That’s why I’m going to start staying back at Quantico with Pen when I hit 28 weeks,” she says, shifting in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“Just over four weeks to go,” Aaron says, failing to sound casual as if he wasn’t counting down every second. He’d miss her, he’d miss spending basically all his time with her, but he knew he’d feel better once she was staying back at home. He looks at Emily who raises her eyebrow at him, shaking her head subtly to let him know that she could see right through him. 

“Pen is going to make such a fuss of you when you stay back,” JJ says, smiling at her, “I remember when I was having Henry she kept me fed and watered like I was a pet she was looking after.” 

They all laugh and Emily can just picture it. Weeks of Penelope doing her best to look after her as she tried to not get annoyed by her friend's coddling.

“Well she’d better not get too used to it,” Dave adds, “Otherwise she’ll miss you when you start coming back with us after your maternity leave.” 

Emily is grateful that she doesn’t physically react beyond squeezing Aaron’s hand even harder than she already was. They had a point of not telling the team about her plans to move elsewhere in the FBI after she had the baby. Mostly, she had wanted a chance to get used to the idea first herself. She knew it was the right thing to do, that it was what she wanted to do, but she also knew she would miss this. She would miss spending time with the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places. But now she was used to it, she had total peace with her decision. 

She just hoped they would too. 

She looks at Aaron and their eyes meet. She loved that they could always say so much without words at all. That all she needed from him was a small nod and a half smile, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek as understanding and affection flash in his eyes. She smiles and looks back at the team, grateful as Aaron starts to rub his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand.

“Actually,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “I won’t be coming back.” 

She watches as her words sink in and looks of confusion pass over her friend's faces, all of them stunned into silence. 

“You’re not coming back at all?” 

She looks at Spencer and hates the sad look in his eyes, and she smiles at him, “I’ll come back to the FBI once I’ve had my maternity leave, but not to the BAU. I’ve been talking with the counterterrorism unit and the homicide unit,” she explains. The silence that follows feels awkward, thick in the jet around them, so she carries on, “It means hardly any travelling if any at all and a better working schedule, so I’d be able to be home a lot more often with the baby than if I came back.”

“You never said anything,” Derek says, furrowing his brows, “We see each other every day.” 

“We can’t both be away all of the time,” she says, “It’s just not feasible.” 

Emily looks up at Aaron and widens her eyes slightly, silently asking for help. He nods and smiles at her before turning to look at the team, his smile slipping away as he looks at them sternly in an obvious attempt to intimidate them into not asking too many questions.

“We spoke about it just after we found out Emily is pregnant, and we decided it was best if she was the one to leave the team.” He explains. He’d offered to do it, and whilst she loved him for it, she knew it wasn’t the right call. Not yet. He was the BAU, he was the thing that held them all together.

“You thought about leaving?” Dave asks, looking at his friend in disbelief. 

“One of us has to,” Emily says, “Look at what happened today. That baby has no parents, he’s not even a day old and he has no one. I’m not doing that to my kids.” 

“Kids?” Derek asks, sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jack. This baby,” she smiles thoughtfully, “Any others that might come along,” she shakes her head and shrugs, “And I was raised by a mother who put her career before me, and I refuse to do that to my children.”

That was at the centre of it all. She had promised herself for years, since she first knew she wanted children if the right guy at the right time came along, that she would be her mother. She had never come first. It was always the job. Or keeping up appearances. Or alcohol. Never her. 

She wasn’t going to do that to her children.

“I still do it,” JJ says, an edge of defensiveness to her voice, “Do you think I’m putting my job before Henry?”

Emily sighs, closing her eyes to give herself a moment to centre herself before she looks at JJ, “Of course not, but Will has a different job and isn’t sat next to you whenever you fly to wherever the hell it is we’re going,” she clears her throat in a failed attempt to try to push back the emotion she can feel climbing up it, tears that she can’t control flooding her eyes.

JJ sighs, her irritation fading away as she sees Emily is getting upset, “Em-”

“No, I’m fine,” she insists, taking Aaron’s handkerchief as he passes it to her wordlessly, “It’s the fucking hormones, I cry at everything. Just ask Aaron.”

They look at him and he nods in confirmation, “Sergio laid his head on her bump the other day and she cried because it was cute.” The team chuckle and a little bit of the tension in the air dissipates, “This is our decision, it’s Emily’s decision,’ he says, smiling as she leans her head against his shoulder, seeking out his comfort in a way she usually wouldn’t in front of the team, “You don’t have to like it, but you have to respect it.” 

He watches as they all nod, and they fall into a silence that is significantly more comfortable than the one from a few minutes before. Aaron watches as Dave stands and reaches over the table to take a peanut, but Emily hits the back of his hand before he can even touch one.

“Hey,” he exclaims, making a point of rubbing the back of his hand even though she hadn’t hit him hard enough for it to hurt, “What’s your problem?” 

“Those are her snacks,” Derek and Spencer say at the same time, and the team all laugh. It makes Emily smile and reassures her that even though everything was going to change, it would be fine. 

___

Emily snuggles around her pregnancy pillow, her hand on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable. She smiles as she hears Aaron downstairs in their apartment, dishes clattering against the kitchen counter as he gets her the snack she asked for. 

“Daddy is getting us some ice cream,” she says, rubbing circles on her bump, the material of Aaron’s t-shirt soft under her palm, “Although, he did make me agree to have salmon and greens for dinner tomorrow so I’m sorry about that in advance.” 

She smiles as she feels the baby move, much sharper than she was used to, as if it was responding to her, and then she freezes as she realises she’d felt it with her hand too. She sits up quickly, her hand pressing even harder into her belly.

“Oh my god, did you just kick for real?” She asks, and she feels it again, making her laugh to herself, the sound catching on a sob in her chest as she quickly gets out of bed, “Aaron,” she yells, not wanting him to miss this after he’d spent weeks with his hand all but glued to her belly so he could feel it, “Aaron.” 

She’s already in the hallway when she hears him respond, yelling her name back, dishes hitting the counter with force as she hears him running. When she makes it to the top of the stairs she pauses, smiling when their eyes meet. He’s already halfway up them, his eyes wide as he looks her up and down.

“Emily?” He says, “Are you ok? What’s happened?”

She feels a pang of guilt when she realises she must have scared him and she places her hand on his cheek when he makes it to the top of the stairs. He looks her up and down, as if she could have potentially injured herself in the few minutes he’d been downstairs. 

“I’m ok,” she says, smiling widely at him, “We’re ok.” 

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “Jesus Christ Em-”

“Nugget kicked. Properly,” she says, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, “I didn’t want you to miss it.” 

“You felt a kick?” He asks, the panic in his eyes replaced with joy, both of his hands on her stomach as they fall into silence as they wait for movement. 

“Come on baby,” Emily says, “Kick for Daddy.” 

She watches as Aaron waits, his patience unending, and she feels sighs in relief when she feels it happen again. A sharp kick from her insides that she knows Aaron has felt too when his eyes go impossibly wider. 

“Hi Nugget,” he says, his voice thick as he kneels down in front of Emily, his face level with her bump, “Hi.” 

Emily smiles as she runs her hand through Aaron’s hair, and her cheeks ache with happiness when he looks up at her, his eyes shining. She wipes her finger under his eye, catching a tear as it falls, and she chokes out a laugh. 

“I love you,” she says, her smile shaking, “I love you so much.” 

Aaron stands, ignoring the pull in his back and knees as he does so, and tugs her into a fierce hug. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple, “I love you.” 

She pulls back from him and kisses him fiercely, tasting his joy on his tongue as she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. She presses her forehead against his when they pull away and she smiles when he chases her kiss. 

“Do you still want your ice cream?” He asks, his hands drifting up the back of the t-shirt she was wearing, and she shakes her head, “You’re not hungry anymore?” 

She bites her lip before she kisses him again, her smile wide, “Not for ice cream.”  

-x-

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Accidental PDA

Obey Me characters and an accidental/unintentional Public Display of Affection with (gender neutral) MC. (PDA carries romantic connotations, in my opinion, thus Luke has been excluded.) Also available to read on AO3.

Diavolo - Everyone of importance in the Devildom was invited to a soirée at the Demon Lord’s castle. After about an hour of merriment, Diavolo catches a glimpse of MC standing at the outskirts of the gathering, looking less than enthusiastic, perhaps even a bit uncomfortable. Diavolo excuses himself from the guests with whom he was schmoozing, and strides directly over to MC. He bows his head and takes MC’s arm, gently threading it through the crook of his elbow, pulls them in close to his side, and begins to take them for a turn about the room.

Barbatos - MC asked Barbatos to help them prepare food one evening. They want to make a full meal of dishes that the brothers are accustomed to rather than the human recipes MC knows. The process is more lively than either of them had expected. Even though the two of them have kept the kitchen rather clean, and successfully deterred a few House of Lamentation residents from intrusion, MC has all manner of ingredients dusting their clothes and speckling their cheeks. Barbatos ceremoniously offers a handkerchief to tidy them up, but begins to reach for MC’s face before they can deny him the opportunity.

Lucifer - MC has been falling behind a bit in one of their classes, and an exam is swiftly approaching, so they chose to pull two all-nighters this past week. Lucifer catches them in the RAD library one afternoon. He notices the black circles weighing under their eyes despite MC refusing to make direct eye contact. After about a minute of tactless verbal distraction by MC, Lucifer places two fingers under their chin to lift MC’s face up to meet his inspecting gaze. He typically alerts MC before touching them, but this time Lucifer doesn’t feel the need to be so cautious or overtly gentle; he's worried.

Mammon - Mammon - Typically, when making an entrance, Mammon likes his presence to be known; however, with MC, he prefers sneaking up behind them and leaning close over their shoulder. He likes getting the chance, albeit short-lived, to spy on what MC's doing before they notice him. Today, MC is in the House of Lamentation Common Room, and so are a few other brothers. Mammon doesn’t want to be overheard by anyone else, so he leans in to whisper, placing his hands on MC’s shoulders and pulling himself in even closer to their ear as he speaks.

Leviathan - MC has been pestered by Leviathan to play a new FPS game. He already lost quite a lot of sleep over the game since its official release a few days ago, so his pleas to play it together grew less enthusiastic. MC agrees to meet up after dinner in the living room. It turns out that MC is really bad at the game. Leviathan eagerly takes hold of the controller overtop of MC’s hands as they’re struggling to survive an encounter. Slowly he comes to realize what he’s done. He suddenly drops their hands and the controller, blushing heavily.

Satan - After browsing the library shelves at the House of Lamentation, MC and Satan are reading on a couch in the common room. MC’s body language changes slowly as they begin to hunch forward and look more puzzled. Satan waits to see if they overcome the problem themself. After a few minutes, some page flipping back and forth, and a rather loud frustrated sigh, he smiles and scoots closer. Satan snakes one hand behind MC’s neck, rubbing the base of their neck gently while he leans in to see what's troubling them.

Asmodeus - MC’s favorite necklace breaks, and Asmodeus suggest a shopping trip together to find a suitable replacement. While trying on options at his favorite jewelry store in all the Devildom, Asmo is adjusting the length of the chains around MC’s neck. As time passes, his hands linger longer and longer. Asmodeus' touch is gentle and warm as he sets the chains in place, gently trailing his fingertips down MC's clavicle and off of their shoulders.

Beelzebub - MC is on kitchen duty for breakfast, and they’re making dozens, if not hundreds, of human world pancakes. They’re reaching for a large enough serving plate on a high-up shelf when Beelzebub walks in. At first, he’s oblivious to their troubles since he’s sleepy and starving. Quickly, however, he notices MC struggling, and approaches. He braces his hip against their side, and conveniently reaches for a plate large enough for himself. Just by standing still long enough he helps MC gain stability to be able to grab a plate above for themself. Beel smiles down at them, and heads towards the fridge for his pre-breakfast snack.

Belphegor - MC and Belphegor are on laundry duty, and they have a pile of sheets and blankets left to fold. Belphie loves the feel of a blanket right out of the dryer, so he’s helping MC fold quickly; he wants to cuddle up under one of the blankets while it’s still warm. They make it to the last blanket, and Belphie approaches with his two corners to meet MC’s two corners. Suddenly, he grabs MC’s hands. Squeezing gently, he twists one shoulder towards them, pulling the blanket from their grasp, and cozying his back against MC in the process.

Solomon - MC and Solomon are brewing potions in class, and one particular concoction creates an endothermic reaction with quite a lot of steam. Solomon avoids this issue in a practiced manner, but MC’s clothes are damp and their hair is hanging limply in their face. When Solomon steals a glance at MC, he chuckles to himself, grabs a nearby towel, and approaches them slowly from behind. MC is caught off guard when he tosses the towel over their head and begins to massage their head gently, drying MC's hair.

Simeon - MC is walking to RAD, carrying not only their school bag across their back, but an extra bag over one shoulder, and some extra objects in their arms. Simeon spots MC and jogs up to meet them. He closes the distance just in time to catch the strap from the secondary bag sliding off their shoulder. He grasps MC’s opposite shoulder to steady them while pulling the strap of their rather heavy bag back up and into place. Simeon’s hands stay in place for a few moments, squeezing MC’s shoulders. He smiles at them wordlessly as a greeting.

Raphael - MC was invited to study with Solomon, Raphael and the other angels one evening. MC runs out of ink in their favorite pen and makes the smallest, off-handed comment about it. A few days later, in the halls of RAD, Raphael tracks down a very groggy MC. He approaches and wordlessly takes their hands. He places a new pen and bottle of refill ink in their palms, closes their fingers around the gifts, and walks off.

Mephistopheles - MC listening to music as they pass by Mephistopheles while exiting RAD. He tried to verbally gain their attention, but they didn’t respond. Mephisto rushes past MC, blocks their path, and again says something that they can’t quite hear. Before MC can reach up to take one bud out of their ear, he beats them to it. Cautiously, he places it in his own ear, shakes his head and furrows his eyebrows in momentary confusion. Soon enough he relaxes and the slightest grin turns up the corner of his mouth.

Thirteen - MC is sitting in a classroom after the school day has ended. Thirteen catches MC staring at a textbook, anxiously tapping their foot but never turning the page. She walks up slowly and taps the page to get their attention. She scoffs. “Studying is for nerds and try-hards.” She pulls a bag of gummy candies out of her jacket pocket, plucks one candy out at a time, and sets one at the end of every paragraph on MC’s open book. “You get to eat one only after you really get what you just read.” She pats MC’s head then brings the bag to her face, emptying the remaining candies directly into her mouth.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #cybils drabbles #drabbles #imagines #14 of 15 #gender neutral mc

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

Calm Before the Storm: Not a Hallway Conversation

Collab. write with @sorrel-haven [ also credit to sorrel-haven for gpose shot ^^]

Characters:

Kore Grimvik [featured] (sorrel-haven)

Lament Sorrel [mentioned] (sorrel-haven)

Tofu Curry [mentioned] (@ro-valerius)

Miyu Murasame

Miyu has had a little too much to drink, and their guilty conscience has brought them to talk to Kore of a conversation they overheard. A talk of shared feelings for another takes a turn after Kore notices a spot of blood on their dress.

Despite having been dragged back to the Flower House from the festival, Miyu wasn’t keen on going straight to bed, as was suggested. At least, they faked it a little before they snuck out again. And when they had returned from their brief escapade, they had begun to wind down — to regain some of their senses from their inebriated, embarrassing state. 

At the very least, they were no longer nonsensical and mischievous. Instead, the thrilling buzz died down to something more reflective… forlorn. It seemed the lack of inhibition not only broke down behavioral walls, but walls within their mind that locked away a certain guilt which they have been trying very hard to avoid.

Miyu planted themself in the hall, seated on the floor right across from Kore’s door. They remained seated there in silence, up until they recognized the footsteps of their friend. Miyu didn’t look up just yet, staring at her shoes while their face remained tucked behind the knees they had folded up against their body. 

“Kore… I really need to talk to you. Theres… there's something I need to tell you,” they murmur, voice slightly muffled from their mouth pressed to their knees. 

Kore almost missed Miyu sitting there, if it wasn’t for them speaking. She had just come in from her late night practice. She crouched next to them and gently moved some hair out of their face.

“What’s wrong my little Rainbow? You sound troubled.” Her voice was soft, so as not to disturb anyone else in the flower house. 

Miyu shrank at the softness in Kore’s voice. They took the hand which brushed away the hair from their face into a gentle hold. Slowly, they looked to meet her gaze with great trepidation. Their mouth held open, lower lip wavering a moment as they gathered themself in the storm of their thoughts to collect what they needed to say.

“I’m… so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know. If I did – I don’t – I think…” they stumbled as the words tumbled out, and then it all surged out of them. “You deserve so much. So much better. I’m sorry you had to sit in silence with this for so long, and just watch someone take…”

Miyu took in a breath, and swallowed the lead that built up in their throat. It dropped into their chest like an anvil. 

“Miyu- what are you tal-”

“I heard what you talked about with Lament. In the garden.” 

Kore’s eyes widened. “Oh…” she said, barely audible.

She stood up, still letting Miyu hold her hand. She opened her door and gestured for them to come inside with her free hand. This was not a hallway conversation. Miyu followed Kore into the room, still holding her hand when the door closed behind them. Almost like an apology, they brought the back of her hand to their lips, and followed it up with pressing their forehead to the surface. 

Kore brought them further in the room, sitting on the bed, she pulled them down to sit next to her. She was quiet for a while, not knowing how to start. She did not let Miyu’s hand go, she didn't want them to think she’s angry. She was. But not at them. She sighed in an attempt to let out the tension building in her shoulders.

“So…” she began, “How much did you hear?”

“I got… enough to get an idea of who you were talking about. Who you were…” Miyu trailed off a moment, lowering their gaze and staring down at the interlocked hands as they idly brushed their thumb along the back of Kore’s hand. “... who you were trying to get close to.”

“Ha..” she laughed dryly. “Of course you did.”

Kore was hard to read, for she herself was conflicted. She didn’t want to be having this conversation. She had been resolved to let her feelings die, leave the words unspoken. But clearly that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Look, I am fine. I- I fall in love easily, it’s nothing to worry about really.” She tried to sound nonchalant about it and hoped this would make Miyu drop it. 

The longer they sat together in the room, the more Miyu thought of how they should’ve spent more time thinking before acting without a clear head. They began to think of how this was a knowledge they should’ve just kept hidden away. This impulse to always try and fix things only appeared to do more harm. 

“I wasn’t trying to listen in. I was just… by a window and…” they began to explain, but found that excuses didn’t help here. “I’m sorry.”

Miyu chewed on their lower lip as they thought. 

“You mean so much to me — to everybody, that I’m certain. You have so much courage and compassion and value… the last thing I want to do is hurt a friend like you.” They look up to her now, though their vision was partially obscured from their heavy eyelids as the post-drinking crash began to hit them.

 “If you would be more comfortable with me leaving, I can do that. Or if ya need someone to yell at… can do… you’ve… a right to express your feelings… no shadows,” they continued, words slurring together slightly as their speech slowed. 

Kore sighed and pressed her forehead onto Miyu’s shoulder. She didn’t want Miyu to give up their feelings for her sake… She supposed that Miyu might be feeling the same way. The problem with being friends with a, for lack of a better word, rival. It hurts to lose and it hurts to win.

“Miyu… I don’t want to yell. I want… I want Tofu to be happy. I want to protect him, and be by his side. But it’s okay if you fill that space… He likes you.” She looked back up at Miyu and smiled, though it was a bit of a sad smile.

Miyu clenched their eyes shut to try and quench the burning sensation. Come on, they couldn’t cry every time they had a serious conversation. They managed to keep their eyes dry, though a less than appealing hiccup escaped them. What followed from that was an awful onslaught of occasional hiccups, their shoulders jumping with each one as they leaned into Kore. 

“I… I want the same,” they admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. Maybe the agreement came without saying, but the words left their mouth before they could properly think over what was coming out of them. 

Miyu rubbed their eyes, an exhausted sigh escaping them. When they opened their eyes again, they looked down at the gifted ring on their finger. Their heart gave a little twist.

“I should probably go to bed before I pass out here. Sorry about tonight,” they say, averting their gaze to look at the door. They gave Kore’s hand a squeeze in apology.

“Why are you apologizing?” she held on to Miyu’s hand so they couldn’t easily leave just yet. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I have been… I…” She looks away.

Was she really getting into this with Miyu? Slightly inebriated Miyu at that? 

She sighed. “I… fell in love with him… Before I even met him. Officially.” 

Miyu — who had just been preparing to stand — went still. Their head gave a little tilt in confusion, only for it to shift into one more downcast. Their gaze lowered once more.

“Echo, huh?” they go on to presume, knowing of Kore’s proficiency with her ability. “I… understand.”  

She didn't look at them and squeezed Miyu’s hand as the tear she’d been holding back rolled down her cheek. 

“I must seem pretty pathetic… Falling in love with a memory?”

Miyu was silent for a moment as they battled their own conflicting emotions. Their eyes lingered on the door.

After a minute of holding their breath, they turn their attention to Kore once more. Miyu raised their free hand, holding it to Kore’s cheek as they leaned in to catch the tear that rolled down her other cheek with a gentle peck. 

“I think you are pretty great,” they murmur, bringing her in for an embrace. 

Kore wrapped her arms around Miyu and buried her face in their shoulder. She wasn’t to the point of full sobs, but she sniffled. She stayed in their embrace for a moment. Miyu held on as long as Kore needed. They really were the best. She slowly pulled away, her eyes downcast, it was then she noticed the spot of blood on Miyu’s dress.

“What is that?” She asked, concern taking over her features.

Miyu tensed again. 

“T-” they began, only to cut themself off as they recalled the nature of Tofu’s ordeal. Unaware that Kore had found out about Tofu’s condition, they were hesitant to say anything.

“Tofu… tripped,” Miyu answered, giving some semblance of the truth. Maybe if they were more sober, they’d realize the ridiculous nature of the excuse. They glanced over to the door again. 

“Wow. Would ya look at the time! I am… exhausted,” the Miqo’te yawned and stood to leave.

Kore grabbed Miyu’s arm and sat them back down. Her concern was clearly written on her face.

“Please Miyu, tell me what happened? Did he “trip” or did he… Was it more than just tripping?” She knew, she hoped they picked up on that.

In their unsteady state, Miyu nearly fell back onto the bed, but they managed to stay upright. They clutched onto the skirt of their dress, tapping their feet anxiously. 

“A bit… more than that,” they reluctantly responded. 

“But he is safe – okay right now, for the most part,” Miyu added on, in a quick breath, “I just don’t know how much he… I… it might be best to ask him.” 

“So it’s getting worse…” she gripped Miyu’s arm tighter. “So he told you about it before?”

Miyu sucked in a sharp breath at the tightening around their arm. By no means was it physically painful, but the action alone set off a deep-rooted panic in the Miqo’te. They shrank back, ears pinning to their head while they turned their face away. They didn’t respond.

“I-” she sighed and let go of Miyu. “I’m sorry. I’m keeping you up.” she turned away from them.

Immediately after Kore let go, they stood and took quick steps to the door. They paused, hand on the handle. 

“Have a good night, Kore. I’m sorry,” Miyu said, a faint waver in their voice. They cleared their throat, then made a hasty exit.

#ffxiv ocs #ffxiv viera #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv rp #roleplay #ffxiv miyu

[gonehollywoodtea]

hello, babies!! it’s time for another edition of salacious gossip and intel, provided by a variety of sources and of course the most important, my own two beautiful eyes and ears. want to find out all the secrets the keepers may not want everyone to know? well, read on!

firstly, we have new parents on the scene! congratulations to miss megan thee stallion and boy toy alexander skarsgård for being the future parents of a fabulous bundle of joy! with two gorgeous people as parents, there’s no doubt this baby will inherit that beauty too! let’s just hope they’re thinking of some equally fabulous names for their future knockout.

things seem to be a little astray in the house of kat - resident marvel girl kat dennings, that is! sources tell me she’s been lamenting her romantic woes to friends and even threatening to trade in her actor status for being the crazy kat lady instead! so what could have gone so wrong?! my guess is something to do with stranger things star joseph quinn when they were seen previously being a little friendly. seems now the romance is about as dead as eddie munson! but don’t worry, kids, we’ll be watching for rebounds so don’t let us down.

another troubled romance, or former romance in this case seems to be some bad blood between exes lily james and bill skarsgård. sources confirm they’ve been back in contact, but the conversation hasn’t exactly been friendly, to say the least. i’d say it’s a sad day when pretty people can’t just solve their problems with makeup sex, but i like the drama of fighting too! but is a reunion even a possibility or has bill moved on? he’s been seen getting rather friendly with resident it-girl zendaya, and i wonder if that’s the source of the tension between lily and bill. either way, keeping an eye out for developments!

at least the romance seems to be alive elsewhere between couple kim taehyung and saweetie! sources have overheard the love birds planning on purchasing a new house together, and over in france no less! i personally couldn’t think of a more romantic country for the views and food alone, and here’s hoping the happy couple has a smooth move in it all!

and that’s all i’ve been holding in my gossipy heart for now, so until next time, darlings! remember, if you’d like to send some secrets my way to post anonymously, submit them here!

mentioned: @houstonhcttie @alexjhskarsgard @katdengz @josephafq @lilsychloe @skarsgardhqs @dayamsc @kmvante @starwclking

#gonehollywoodgossip

[sapphos-ode]

Chocolate?

Little bit of context- I’ve decided to give Enid therapy cause she’s got a lot of anxieties about not wolfing out. And Larissa is the ever caring Principal taking her for coffee after.

~

The Weathervane was filled with conversations, old friends catching up, couples enjoying each others company, mothers and daughters out for the day, business meetings and what not. Today wasn’t particularly busy nor was it especially quiet.

You were wiping down the back bar, ridding the wooden work surface of the spilt drops of coffee syrups. You grimace as the cloth loses some fibres when you run it over a particularly sticky spot. You douse it in surface cleaner and give it some elbow grease and soon enough the area is clean again. You toss the cloth into the bin just as the bell chimes, sounding over the chatter.

A tall woman, with white blonde hair styled in a timeless classic up do walks in with a Nevermore student, telling from the distinctive purple uniform. It isn’t uncommon for you to see this woman, who you have since gathered is principal Larissa Weems, come in with students. Always ordering a hot chocolate (she asks for extra cream and marshmallows every time, without fail) and whatever the student fancies. You had learnt one day that these visits to the cafe are after therapy sessions. You find it endearing that the woman cares that much for her students. Briefly you think back to your own high school experience, lamenting on how you could’ve done with a teacher as considerate as her.

You head to the register, your coworker busy fixing the espresso machine, or at least placating it enough so it can be used. You mentally curse the damn thing and it’s temperamental nature, it doesn’t help the manual is all in Italian.

“Hey, how are you guys today?” You greet them with a smile.

“We’re well, thank you. And you?” Larissa responds on behalf. When you had first met her you took note of her accent, you found it charming.

“Doing just great, aside from your usual, what can I get started for you?” As you speak, you break eye contact with Larissa and look over to the student. A small blonde with baby blue and pastel pink at the end of her hair. She’s no older than 15 you would guess, and is busy peering at the display case housing a variety of pastries and other light bites. Larissa remains quiet, allowing the girl to peruse but it isn’t long until she picks up on the two pair of eyes on her. She looks over and smiled sheepishly. Offering a small apology for not replying instantly. You wave it off, telling her it’s fine, there’s no rush and she can take all the time she needs.

“Can I have an iced caramel latte please?”

“Of course,”

“Oh! And one of your chocolate chip cookies!” She beams up at you, “if that’s okay Ms. Weems,” she adds on in a more subdued tone. Her eyes set on the older woman.

With a fond smile Larissa nods, “Absolutely fine Enid,”

You take a second to ring up the small order, murmuring it aloud to yourself as you do. You tell her the total at the same time your coworker, Carlyle, a gawky teenager, sets the drinks and cookie on a tray on the counter. The student, Enid, takes the tray to a nearby booth. Seemingly eager to start enjoying her drink.

“Thank you, let me know if I can get you anything else,” you hum as you pass over the receipt.

“Will do,” Larissa gives you a warm smile and heads off to Enid.

You go back to cleaning up the workspace, enjoying the music playing quietly in the background.

~

“That kids a werewolf right?” Carlyle speaks in a hushed tone, gaze set on Larissa and Enid.

“I’m not sure- Also you’re like 2 years older than her.” You look over at the booth as well.

“Shut up, you know what I mean. Anyways she was talking about wolfing out, overheard but- you know how wolves and dogs are related?” He paused. Waiting for you to agree to which you do with a slow nod, brows furrowed. You had no clue where this guy was going.

“Well, dogs can’t eat chocolate, and she’s demolished a cookie with chocolate chips in it,”

“Oh, never thought of it like that? I’m not sure? I mean she is human? Maybe- ”

“No she’s not, she’s a wolf,”

“Carlyle? She is human, who happens to be a werewolf, still human,”

“But she’s not!”

“Shut up, keep your voice down!” You spoke through your teeth.

Chancing another glance at the duo. Enid hadn’t noticed, but Larissa had certainly picked up on your conversation. Or rather the word ‘werewolf’ and the hushed voices. Her lips pressed together as she looked into her hot chocolate, she’d met you numerous times, she frequented the Weathervane often and you had been nothing but accepting and kind about outcasts. She felt a little disappointed, the extremely little she caught of the conversation - which was really not a lot - and the way both you and Carlyle kept stealing looks seemed to tell her. That you viewed outcasts like almost everyone else on the small town of Jericho. She always thought you were of the minority who accepted outcasts and held no prejudices. A shame. She pretended not to notice and continued her conversation with Enid, who was giving her a TED talk about some Korean boyband called Seventeen. Oh how that girl could talk.

“I’m gonna go ask,” He announced and started off at a brisket pace towards the pair.

“Carlyle don’t you dare- ” you follow him but all too late because now both of you had approached Larissa and Enid. Towering over them as they sat.

You open your mouth to say something but Carlyle beats you to it.

“My coworker has a question for you, she was too shy to ask, I hope you don’t mind,” he all but rushes his words. Losing his courage at the last minute, he looks at you with a guilty smile and walks back to the counter. Leaving you wide eyed under the intense scrutiny of one Larissa Weems, and a confused Enid.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting to keep a professional tone.

“I was just curious, with you being a werewolf and all,” you look tentatively at Enid who looks at you a little warily. “I was- well- no. Sorry, it’s stupid, I shouldn’t ask-”

You stop for a second, you actually really did want to know. You shoot a cursory glance at Larissa, whose expression is unreadable, before addressing Enid again.

“I was just wondering, you know dogs can’t eat chocolate, if werewolves can eat chocolate,“ you hold your breath.

Larissa seems to exhale one she was holding. Relief flooding her system, she was bracing herself for the worst, to grab Enid and leg it back to her car.

Enid just furrows her brow for a second before laughing. Your cheeks flush as you begin to feel embarrassed for asking such a silly question. It wasn’t even yours to begin with. You’re making Carlyle do all the cleaning tonight.

“We can eat chocolate just fine! I don’t really know why, because wolves are related to dogs, I think it was covered in our biology class but I wasn’t paying attention… oh but I am severely lactose intolerant!” she begins to ramble on and you try your best to keep up. Meanwhile Larissa just takes a long drink, thankful for your benign question.

Eventually Enid wraps up her tangent just as Larissa empties her cup. That girl certainly has a lot of energy, you find it sweet. You would have got on well if you had gone to school with her.

“Thank you Enid, I… that was enlightening, anyways, I’ve stolen enough of your time, sorry again for interrupting,” you offer an apologetic smile and clear the empty plate and Larissa’s cup. Enid still had about two thirds of her iced latte left.

You turn to leave the pair in peace, as soon as your back is turned you stare daggers at Carlyle who had been listening in.

~

AN ~ i wrote this at 12am. I had work in less than 5 hours but this question has plagued me for the last few days and this is how it’s manifested itself.

#Larissa Weems #enid sinclair

[strikethematch18]

Life Preserver

Lucifer x F! Reader

Word count: 2,005

Warnings: mentions of depression, self blame, anxiety, breakdowns, loose clothing

Spoilers for lesson 37

This takes place after MC finds out that their magic is the reason for the strange phenomenon across the three realms. I've taken creative liberties with the original plot.

m.list

Solomon and Diavolo had just told you that you were the cause for the strange phenomenon among the three realms. This meant you were the reason Lucifer had amnesia. At this point, your head was swimming and your ears were ringing. You caught the words sever and pacts and rings and dagger. The next thing you knew Diavolo was hugging you and everyone was leaving, Belphie telling you to spend as much time with Lucifer as you could.

And you did just that. You spent time with him, he was the only one you could stand to be around but also panged your chest every time you saw him. You were afraid to be around the others, what if this happened again. You picked at your food at meals, only spoke when necessary, and you barely slept if you did at all. Frankly, you were a shell of what the brothers had known. But you still smiled, it never reached your eyes but you did it because you hoped it would show you were stronger than you were.

When Lucifer told you he was in the attic and you saw Belphie napping in his lap he could see the shape you were in. He could see the extra looseness in your already oversized sweatshirt he assumed wasn't intended, your tired eyes and the dark circles you so desperately tried to hide, and the slight shake to your hands you were masking by pulling your sleeves over your hands and clenching. Originally he had planned to ask for help to get out from under his brother but he could see you were floundering within yourself he was observing your state and behavior, so he did what he did best as the oldest sibling. He told you that you both might as well take a nap with the youngest of his brothers.

He was fairly certain the avatar of sloth would have at least an effect and lull you into sleep, it was on him ever so slightly. And luckily after he coaxed you into tucking yourself under his arm and laying your head on his chest he could feel your breathing even out as you fell asleep. This was when he was able to get a good look at you. He didn't remember you from before but he knew this wasn't right. You were weary even in your sleep but he was glad to know you were getting at least some rest. Lucifer was aware of what was happening and he could see you drowning within yourself with blame. He could see past the show you were putting on, your complexion was pale, he could feel your bones, he could see you squeezing your hand into a fist even in your sleep out of stress and anxiety. Lucifer knew you weren't well but you pretended for the sake of everyone else because something told him you were like glue. So he let you keep your charade up but would make sure in his way you were being taken care of.

And this continued for a little while longer until you didn't show for dinner. And then later he overheard his brothers about how you had shut yourself in your room and no one could come in, almost like you were unintentionally doing magic. Apparently, at separate times they had asked you to do something with them but you never actually answered. The only reason they knew you didn't leave was that your shoes were still by the door and you weren't anywhere else in the House of Lamentation. They had all tried to open your door and walk in as they normally would but even the doorknob wouldn't budge.

By this point, Lucifer had heard enough. judging by how they were taking they didn't see you drowning, you had managed to keep them fooled by your charade. So, he started his way to where your room was and knocked lightly

"MC? Can I come in? It's just me."

There was no response but he tried the doorknob anyway and low and behold it turned and the door was pushed open. Lucifer went ahead and came in and shut the door behind him but still leaving just a slight crack You were hard to find at first, the room was dark. Not a light on or candlelit nor a D.D.D. screen illuminating, just a window producing a bit of light. He saw you finally, and the sight of you hurt his heart. You were sitting against a wall, knees up to your chest, and tears silently streaming down your face. You looked so small.

He quietly walked towards you and crouched in front of you in an attempt not to scare you, "MC?"

After a small shuddered breath you whispered, "Luci I'm so scared."

His eyes softened even more, "I know. you've been strong for the sake of my brothers and probably even for me. You care for us, let us, let me care for you."

Despite your quiet tone your voice still cracked, "I can't, this is all my fault."

"MC, even if that is true it's okay to lean on us when you need to. You've been drowning this whole time, haven't you?"

"I'm sorry"

"Come lean on me now. Come to me, let me hold you in your moment of need. Hold on to me like a life preserver so you don't drown"

That's all it took for you to dive into him, sending Lucifer onto his butt with an "oof." But he still skillfully positioned himself and set your light frame onto his lap as you gripped his shirt and jacket and your head buried in his chest as he cradled you and rocked as you cried hard but silently. Lucifer held on to you just as much as you held onto him.

He was well aware of the group huddled outside your door and how they remained unmoved when you cried yourself to sleep. Your cheeks were still tear-stained when he quietly told them to open the door. For the first time they saw how you looked, they saw how you were drowning within your sweatshirt and in yourself. They saw your dark thoughts and your dark circles. They saw how you were being consumed by guilt you couldn't help and were fading away before their eyes. Before now, they hadn't noticed the strong front you put up for them and their hearts were broken by how alone you must have felt.

"Beel, you're strong, I need you to come here and pick her up off of me while I get up. Careful, she's lighter than you'll expect. I don't anticipate her waking up, but try not to jostle her too much. Once I'm standing I'll take her back."

"I can take her Lucifer, just tell me where."

"I'll do it, something tells me she's attached herself to me and for some reason feels safe. I was the only one able to get in. In the meantime, Asmo. Go to my room and get that soft blanket off my bed and one of my casual shirts no one would see me in but definitely have wear to them. Bring those to my study.

"Beel after the exchange, go to the kitchen and make some human world toast with that dandelion jelly that MC has labeled in the fridge. Bring that to the study when you're done. Levi, go with him to keep him from eating the toast and to make a pot of tea and bring it as well.

"Satan, grab that pillow off of MC's bed and follow us. Mammon, I need you to go ahead of me and open doors while I carry her. Try to be quiet, she needs rest. And Belphie, come with us."

None of the brothers put up a fight and did as they were instructed. MC had unknowingly wrapped herself around their little fingers and at the moment she looked so fragile. None of them tried to argue with Lucifer.

Once Lucifer and Co. Made it to his study he had satan place the hooded sweatshirt over the pillow and place it against the arm of the couch. Beel and Levi placed the toast and tea on the coffee table. As they left the study one by one they looked at MC with sad eyes before departing. Eventually, the final demons were Asmo and Belphegor.

"Belphie, I know you're not strong like Beel but I need you to take MC for a moment. She's light as a feather right now, too light. I'm going to sit down then I need you to place her back so that when I lay down she's on top of me. Asmo, I'll need you to put the blanket over us, her specifically and you can go. But Belphie I'd like for you to stay. You can take any of the chairs just stay I have a few more things to ask of you, I apologize."

"Anything for MC."

It wasn't until Asmo had left and Lucifer just laid back that your eyes briefly fluttered open confused, "It's okay, just go back to sleep, I've got you."

In which you did, and snuggled into his chest and left a warm feeling throughout his body as he let out a soft chuckle. Unbeknownst to Lucifer, Belphie took this opportunity to snap a quick picture of the two of you.

"My request now to you Belphie is to let everyone else involved that wasn't here for this to let them know the situation and where things are at. Just send them messages, I don't care how just he respectful."

"Consider it done"

And so Belphie proceeded to start the message exchange by creating a group. However, Lucifer was not far after MC as he dozed off, but not before muttering, "this is the most peaceful I've seen her."

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EXTRA: THE TEXT EXCHANGE

Not the HoL (6)

Belphegor: I've been instructed to let you all know the following:

Belphegor: MC hasn't been well since we found out about the three worlds.

Belphegor: She's been blaming herself and it's been consuming her.

Barbatos: Oh my.

Simeon: How is she?

Belphegor: judging by how her clothes are extra baggy and how light she is that even I can lift her she hasn't been eating.

Belphegor: if her dark circles and paleness to her is anything to go by, I'm guessing she hasn't been sleeping either.

Solomon: that's unfortunate and not completely unexpected knowing MC.

Diavolo: did anyone know what was going on?

Belphegor: She's been putting up this charade for all of us. Pretending to be strong, smiling. But Lucifer commented earlier she was drowning.

Belphegor: reflecting back I can see it.

Belphegor: especially when I think back to that attic nap we all three took.

Belphegor: Lucifer may have amnesia but he's still Perceptive and annoyingly brotherly like always. Noticed and had been keeping an eye on her. Guess tonight it was too much.

Luke: why, what happened?

Diavolo: I am also curious.

Belphegor: None of us could get into MC's room. It's like she was unknowingly using magic to keep everyone out.

Belphegor: well, everyone but Lucifer. That's ultimately how we got here.

Simeon: and where is here exactly?

Belphegor: /image attached

Belphegor: /image attached

Barbatos: ...

Luke: ...

Solomon: ...

Diavolo: IS THAT LUCIFER SMILING??

Diavolo: I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT SMILE????

Belphegor: he's a lovesick fool

Belphegor: he was actually lightly laughing

SIMEON: backtracking IS THAT THEM ASLEEP

Simeon: BECAUSE MY FATHER THAT IS ADORABLE.

Belphegor: it's so cute I want to puke

Belphegor: before falling asleep himself he said, and I quote "this is the most peaceful I've seen her"

Barbatos: I'm saving those.

Solomon: Same.

Luke: Same.

Diavolo: I'm getting those printed and putting them in very large frames.

Simeon: That is an excellent idea. I will be doing the same.

Simeon: Say... Luke. Do you think Lucifer would hang me by my feet if I showed these to Michael?

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[thatsmrtalents2u]

TO BE CONTRARY

I was smoking a cigarette

a Marlboro Red and I overheard

my brother talking about vape shops closing and my mother lamenting, "It's a shame they don't do that with cigarettes. Get rid of them all!" I huffed and I puffed "Oh, to blow your house down!"

#oviedo 6 #poem #poetry #mr talents #first third #mine

[djtheabishai]

D&B: I Could Really Care Less (DiaJ) (Diavolo x D.J.) Angst.

A/N: The "J" in D.J. is "Joyce". Diavolo calls her Joy as a nickname from it. He's the only one that she lets get away with calling her that because he's her best friend and lover and she really fucking hates her middle name.

This is also an A.U. where D.J. suffers from *Elemental Madness. She's stuck in her dragon form.

"Dia!" D.J. called. Running through the halls and into the Student Council Room, slamming the doors open to see the meeting just ended. "What's the matter, Joy?" Diavolo asked once he and Lucifer looked up, concerned about how she entered the room. "Can you please refrain from opening the doors like that." Lucifer said in a annoyed tone. The dragon ignores him.

"We need to talk." She said. "About what? What's troubling you so much?" Diavolo asked, noticing Ice has completely taken her body. "You're ice covered now, you need to lay down before-" She cuts him off. "FUCK MY CONDITION!! I overheard a couple higher ups talking in Deja Vu about that the ONLY reason you "deal" with me platonically and romantically is because I HAVE DEMON BLOOD!!" She shouted, each scream being a roared word.

The four demons (Barbatos is standing in the corner waiting to speak.) in the room stayed quite for a moment, the males looking at the female in shock at her out burst with wide eyes. D.J. never roared her words. Sure, she screamed and shouted, but she never roared.

Barbatos and Lucifer looked at Diavolo, then back at D.J.. Reading the room, Lucifer spoke up. "It's been a while since Inhailica seen you, Barbatos. Wanna come to the House of Lamentation so you can see her?" He quickly said, trying to find an excuse to get out of the room. "I'd be delighted to, Lucifer, let's go." The butler quickly responded and both men left the room so the King and Queen can a serious talk.

Normally Lucifer would jump on Diavolo's defense, but this is a situation that he has no part of being in and doesn't want to be around to witness. Last time he tried to intervene in D.J. and Diavolo's fights, she nearly burned the Avatar of Pride to ash. If it wasn't for Levi calling Lothan for because of one of his brothers stupidity, Lucifer would've been no more. Barbatos, well, he can see threw time. Though he does it time to time without his master's permission, sometimes it's worth breaking the rule. That, and he just knows better than to get in a couple's fight.

After they left, D.J. narrowed her at her husband. "You better start talking, Dia." She growled.

Diavolo was lost for words. He didn't know how to approach her.

"Well?!" "Well What?!" He shouted back. Oh shit, wrong move. He didn't mean to shout. "IS IT TRUE?!" She roared again, shaking the walls. "Stop roaring! You'll wake Rosalyn!" Diavolo hissed back, not answering her question.

D.J. arched her back and tail flicked, wings tucking to her side as she growls again. "Answer me!" She snarls. "NO!" He responded. "No to what? Answering me or to it not being true!?" She growled her question.

Annoyed at her behavior towards him, he stood straight, glaring at her while straightening his uniform and tried to leave the room but D.J. got in his way and stood on her back legs, wings and arms stretched out to stop him from leaving. Standing eye level with him. "Look, I could REALLY care less about all this!" He responded.

She felt like something stabbed threw her heart. "So you could really care less about me in general?" She said. Diavolo groaned. "I don't really care about what you think!" Before he could take a break to finish his sentence, D.J. lowered her body, wings and arms. "I see." She said, hurt in her eyes and voice. "Do you?" He asked, stern. The dragon got on all fours, wings tucked to her side. "Yeah, I do." She said and slowly walked to the doors. "You don't really give a flying fuck about me in general or you'll just tell me already. The only reason you got with me is because I'm a *royal trashed half breed demon." D.J. insulted herself.

"Then what about Dominic, Xavier and Roslyn?!" Diavolo tried to defend himself. D.J. whipped around. "What about them?!" She hissed. "If I didn't care about you, then we wouldn't have 3 beautiful children!" "Oh please! You don't give a fuck about them like you don't me because of dragon blood! You only keep them around because they have demon blood!" She shouted. "Then what about Roslyn?! We made her after I took that potion that turned me into a full blooded dragon for your class! Which I did for you! She's 75% dragon!" "And 25% demon! She had demon blood and you were just trying to show face!" Something inside of him snapped. Diavolo LOVES his children for who they are, regardless of blood because they are his.

His form switched to his demon form and towered over his wife. Eyes now a cold black instead of golden warm and wings stretched out to make himself bigger. A dark expression on his face. *Doesn't help that half his left horn and the tip of his right horn his gone that D.J. accidentally did herself. D.J. cowarded in fear below him. He raised his hand and pointed out the doors. "Get. Out. NOW!!" He roared back for once.

D.J. trembled below him, then regained enough strength to stand up and look him in the eyes and said: "Gladly." She then walked out the doors.

Diavolo slammed the doors shut the moment her tail left the room. He then walked over to a chair and sat down, thinking about what just happened. He and D.J. just had a nasty fight. They never had a fight like this.

This wouldn't have happened if he would've just said "No" in the first place. That he does care about her and her thoughts. He loves her so very much, not because she's a royal, has demon nor dragon blood. He loves her for her like how she loves him for him, not for blood nor power. He loves their children with all his heart for the same reason.

Their children. The children were brought up because of him. Speaking of which, he needs to check to see if he and D.J. woke Roslyn up from her nap.

He walks out the room, looking through the halls as he heads towards his daughter's room for his queen. He didn't see her.

He reached Roslyn's room and slowly opened the door to see a 5 year old still szooing away, pulling her two headed dog plushie closer to her. He smiled at the sight and closed the door again. Good. They didn't wake her.

Still facing the door, hand on the knob, he called: "Barbatos." A second later, a voice appeared behind him. "Yes My Lord?" Barbatos spoke. Diavolo tunred his head to look at him. "Find out who the demons are that made me and Diciria argue." He commanded. "Do you want me to punish them?" Barbatos asked. Diavolo thought for a moment. "No. Let me. Devildom needs to learn why you don't fuck with the Demon Queen. You can have them after I'm done. If I leave accidentally leave one alive." He said and let's go of the door knob, leaving dents in it. He then turns around and walks to his room.

Barbatos watches his master leave. ",They are gonna experience the true meaning of hell." He said to himself before setting off to do what he's been told.

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Element Madness is a uncurable dragon sickness that slowly kills the host from the outside in by covering them in the element that host possess. Not contagious nor passed down

Royal Trash is a nasty language used to describe half royal people. One parent royal, one parent peasant (Term is looked at like Mudblood from Harry Potter, nasty and unforgiving)

Diavolo's horns broke when him and D.J. were "dancing in the sheets". She was sitting on top of him and using his horns as something to hold onto. He wasn't mad but more surprised they broke in the first place. He forgave her instantly, knowing it was an accident. Lucifer however, tried to kill her over it. Diavolo instantly stopped him by standing in the way in his demon form. Lucifer instantly stopped in his tracts. Diavolo's horns giving off a scarier aura than before thanks to his now broken horns.

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