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Izuku is the brother of Oboro and lands in Shota's class.
Slightly Manipulative AllMight
Shindeku
Angsty
It implies Aizawa loved Oboro
Minoru isn't in the hero course for long.
Izuku and Katsuki are brothers
Kinda manipulative Inko? She's not the best parent in this.
Shouta Aizawa NSFW Twitter Links
Warning: 18+ only!!! Literal p0rń,(WEAR HEADPHONES) Y/N is female for these!!!
A/N: [THE ART USED HERE IS MINE] To access the videos, click on the link and it will direct you to Twitter. Once there, click 'View' and you can watch the video. Enjoy :3
Shouta getting riled up during a sparring match and sees to it that he pins you to the ground and pounds you as you whine and coo out for him
After an after school faculty meeting you spent the entire time teasing him in, Shouta finally takes you into the teacher's lounge and makes vocalize to him how much you love his cock as he fucks you
Shouta shoves you into the teacher's lounge kitchen and immediately stuffs his cock in you, flustered and unable to get through the day without fucking you raw and filling you up
If you've been an irritable brat all day, and he's in the mood for using toys, Shouta preps your pretty pussy for his cock. He splits you open with a dildo at home to teach you one of many lessons as you cry out and buck your hips for more
How Shouta fingers you when he feels like absolutely obliterating your sweet little hole to make you cry
Shouta's really exhausted and irritated after work, so he decides to take his frustrations out on your tight little throat, giving you very little air as he throat fucks you
A self care night with Shouta ends with the two of you in a bathtub, your little pussy gripping his cock as he fucks up into you, rubs your sweet pulsating clit and kneads your breast
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That's all for now, let me know if y'all want more!
Villain Deku concept He follows the path of a villain but he ends up sucking at it and doing things that make him seem heroic.
Fic/HC Ideas Thread - Obey Me!
This is just going to be my own personal ideas for headcannons and fanfictions (both fluff and smut) that other users can use at will!
TW/CW: Depression, sexual abuse and general sexual content, crying, violence, cursing, smoking
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About a week ago I posted this.
I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
The same happened to me 🙋♀️ repeat the route again getting as much hearts as you can because they do matter; also, save the game at the start of the 3rd day, that's where the chats that mostly matter for the checkpoint are ^
Who else got there? Ugh
Kinda Sus [9]- Cuddle Orgy
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Everything is gn! unless the otherwise is stated.
NSFW: +18
Fluff: ♡
Angst: 🦋
Triggering: !!!
Gn!reader: 🐥
Headcanons
matching costumes [brothers] ♡ 🐥
matching costumes [undateables] ♡🐥
pact marks [minus 567] !!!
dominant mammon +18
asking for cuddles to warm up [124]♡🐥
what your favourite says about you [undateables] +18 🐥
when you are sick [25] ♡🐥
Fics
a secret [solomon] +18
apocalypse [simeon] ♡
thirst [lucifer x simeon] +18
✿ - “do you want to talk about it” with shinra
✿ - fluffy and sweet drabble with vulcan
✿ - “you can rest in my arms” with obi
✿ - relationship headcanons with obi and Vulcan for reader who works in company 8
✿ - shinra comforts reader about her appearance
✿ - “try time breathe slowly” with hinawa
✿ - headcanons for reader confessing her feelings to arthur
✿ - benimaru saving reader from a stalker
✿ - arthur dating the younger sibling of benimaru
✿ - relationship headcanons with joker
✿ - konro relationship headcanons with a reader who is bubbly yet secretly struggling with depression and anxiety
✿ - rekka confessing his feelings and secret to reader in company 1
✿ - relationship headcanons with rekka
✿ - shinra accidentally injures reader then apologizes with cuddles
✿ - hinawa finally confesses to reader after crushing on her for awhile
✿ - benimaru’s significant other gets injured after fighting a strong demon
✿ - shinra genuinely smiles for the first time because of his significant other
✿ - arthur confesses to readee after she almost dies in battle
✿ - updates atleast once a week
✿ - requests closed
Art by xiaoji gugu
Obey Me! Request: What if the reader's a fairy whose wings were ripped away eight years prior (and Solomon knows because in this canon he and MC are childhood friends who made a pact on accident). How would they all react when they see the scars?
Oh, how I love writing requests while also listening/watching teachers do online courses~
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Lucifer
His first reaction would be shock, then complete rage.
Who dared do something so incredibly cruel to his beloved S/O?!
He would start asking you details, if you knew who did it, if found, could the wings be attached again, if the scars still hurt and countless other questions.
He is not THE most powerful demon Brother for nothing, you know?
He is definitely going to find out the culprit, find your wings, wherever they are, and do anything in his power to put them on your back, as good as new, as if nothing happened.
Demons can do lots of things, and if they can’t do it, he’s sure Simeon will do a little angelic favour to him, for good times’ sake, when they were as good as brothers.
He already lost Lilith, he’s not going to have you in pain, miserable and suffering as well.
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Guardian Angel ~ Lucifer x Reader
“I told you to close your eyes."
The phrase that haunted Lucifer’s every day, every night and every dream since back then, during the Celestial War.
He can remember everything vividly, as if it happened just yesterday - The nightmare that happened to him, the one that he relives every time his mind isn’t focused on work, those bloody flashes before his very eyes.
He closed his eyes ready to die … He knew he screwed up when he declared a rebellion and his siblings and beloved followed him, fighting to escape the Godly shackles that bound them together, depriving them of free thought, free will, free movement.
It had to be done - After all, who knows what He would have done to poor, little Lilith…Maybe, if it wasn’t for that, they could have stalled the riot, prepared better, gotten stronger, strategised finer…
Were the consequences worth it?
He’d ask himself that every day he had to see Diavolo’s feign innocence and smug face.
His brothers were around him, around and well. Lilith was turned into a human and lived a happy life with the human she loved…
But his beloved S/O was killed in The Falling, and he had a fight with Belphegor recently just bad enough to have to confine him in the attic, afraid of Diavolo’s punishment.
“Lucifer, close your eyes.” he heard a gorgeous, feminine voice that always managed to sooth all his worries and fears.
He didn’t feel any pain…He wandered what went wrong, how come he’s alive even though he’s the mastermind behind the rebellion, and his eyes saw the Seraphim Arrows being shot his way…But when he opened his eyes, he was struck with a worse kind pain.
It was unimaginable.
It was heartbreaking.
It was devastating.
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Yesterday I uploaded this speedpaint of YouTube and of course, as the title says, I've imitates the "Bocca Della Verita"s character and drawn Satan because I felt that he went along well with the song due to that some parts of the lyrics ("I hate you" "Without you I would be nothing") align with his hate towards Luci.
I've inspired myself on a post I've found on Instagram on which the same 'parody' was made, but with Levi, but I felt like it would go better with Belphie or Satan and I ultimately chose the latter, bc, avatar of wrath :)
I hope you all enjoy it ^^
What do y'all think if I do the PV with these same drawings?
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tw// explosion
Hello, hope all of you are safe and doing well.
You may have heard of what happened in Lebanon today and if not, basically, there was a big explosion in Beirut that affected many cities, destroyed shops, homes, cars, caused many injuries and deaths. The cause is uncertain.
As a fellow lebanese myself (that also lives there), today was absolutely terrifying, probably the scariest moments of my life. We heard a deafening sound as the floors were shaking. Some of us thought it was an attack, others thought it was an earthquake. As soon as it ended many expected a second one, which luckily never happened.
Here's a video of what happened that was sent to me, there are also many others that you can find online.
Windows were broken, doors wrecked, cars flipped over, buildings collapsed, people hit by flying or falling objects, and unfortunately, many didn't make it out alive.
We were one of the lucky ones, our families and friends were all safe and our homes were fine.
Some people couldn't even get out of the crumbling builings, so we saw corpses being pulled out, although some people survived the crash. But wherever we looked, there was blood, poeple were half covered in it, their shirts, pants, hair, everything. And that sight was traumatizing.
We watched the news with elders severely injured, children with blood-spattered shirts and people in pain that couldn't get in the hospitals because they were full.
Some people are missing. Just try to imagine the pain and fear their families and friends are feeling.
Articles about what happened, there are a lot more
Not only are we in the middle of a pandemic, but Lebanon is also going through a very serious economical crisis. To give you an example, before, $1 equaled 1 500 lebanese pounds. Nowadays, $1 equals more than 7 000 lebanese pounds. Not to mention that we obviously don't have any dollars at disposition, so yeah we're fucked.
People are hungry, homeless, unemployed. And even if they are getting paid, it'll be useless since the prices of everything went up because they were affected by the economical fiasco.
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Today, I heard my 7 year old cousins scream in fear that they were going to die. I saw my aunt shaking, worried that her children won't survive. I saw my dad freak out while trying to reassure us when we both knew that we were uncertain about the next minutes of our lives. I heard the panic in the trembling voices of my family and friends as they couldn't believe what had just happened. I thought my loved ones and I were going to die in the next seconds.
I'm never forgetting those moments and feelings.
I don't think signing petitions will help, i don't even know if the following links will help either, I just know Lebanon and it's people are desperate for anything because the future of this country is extremely uncertain.
https://helplebanonnow.carrd.co/
https://lebanoncrisis.carrd.co/
https://www.gofundme.com/f/lebanonneedsorg?utm_source=customer&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link
https://helplebanon.carrd.co/
http://redcross.org.lb/SubPage.aspx?pageid=1370&PID=158
http://www.caritas.org.lb/get_involved/donate
https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/lebanon-relief?utm_term=PYp7gXzyD
I think donating to the red cross would be the most helpful, so if you are considering it, it'd be great.
There are so many great threads on twitter about what you can do to help, just search help lebanon or something to find them. Also if you can, please donate, and as I said, the lebanese pound is pretty much worthless currently so USD is way more useful to us.
Don't play with food or a wild Lucifer will appear and hunt you down
Yay, finally done with the pic😤❤ hope you guys like it🔆
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Last updated: 06.08.20
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A Little Dark Secret
TW: mentions of illness, violence, torture, abuse, death, suicidal thoughts and drug use ((I’m not great with tags, let me know if I missed one or you’d like one added/changed))
(Long intro, my bad, but I really started to like the concept’s backstory)
Well, it finally happened. You, MC, died. Pardon me if that’s a little harsh or blunt, but come on, at this point you could keep a white board with near-death tallies for the hell of it. So yeah, you died, much to your irritation, soul now lost to the cosmos. You couldn’t help but wondering what your judging day would be like, you remember Simeon off handedly mentioning it one day; would you get into heaven? or straight to hell? If they really knew everything, “Fell in love with a demon” was not going to look good or be easy to explain. You couldn’t help but have a tiny bit of hope; if you got sent to hell, would the brothers be able to sense you? Could they still find you through your pacts?
But as it turns out, you’d been a bit of a hot topic for chatter in the Celestial realm; Luke and Simeon had nothing but praise for you. By now, everyone had heard the stories about the human who healed a broken demon family, pacifying even the headstrong, former top angel Lucifer. The human that survived 3 demon attacks, found it in their heart to forgive them then still befriend them. MC who walked through the Devildom and flourished with a soul and heart pure enough to still be able to befriend angels.
The Council of Fate was intrigued and without a single complaint amongst themselves, made you a bonafide angel.
Stuck in the celestial realm.
With no contact with humans or demons for at least a millennia.
:)
This did not exactly sit well with you. Like yes, thank you for the chance of a life time, an implausible probability…. but you’d really like to be with a certain someone right now.
Let it never be said that you didn’t have determination, drive and unparalleled ambition.
Lucifer
Lucifer has been a mess since your death. You’d been kidnapped on your way back from RAD, and it was his fault. He forgot some paperwork at home and you insisted on going for it; what’s the worse that could happen right? It was only a 10 minute walk. You had pacts with all 7/8 of the strongest demons in the Devildom, and even if you didn’t have Diavolo’s pact, he adored you. No one dare touch you.
But 10 minutes can change so much. The ease you had around him and his family had made him complacent. A group of demons had kidnapped you, and although he noticed when you weren’t back in 30 minutes,the brother’s couldn’t find you for hours.
By then, you’d been tortured and mutilated; your body long cold. The lower tier demons were slaughtered on sight. Lucifer barley had the presence of mind to stop his brothers, at least until Diavolo gave the approval to kill the accomplice middle and fellow high ranking demons. No one but the brothers survived that room.
He’s completely involved in his work; he doesn’t even yell at Mammon anymore. He takes every task Diavolo asks of him, then requests more. Anything to keep him awake, he couldn’t bear to relive memories in his dreams, only to lose you again once he woke up.
It was another sleepless night, but he refused to recognize how weak he was. His writing was crooked, bleary eyed, and there was an insistent pounding in his skull.
“Lucifer?” He turned to the voice, ready to croak out a yell, but froze when he saw you standing at his doorway.
He was delirious, it was the only explanation, but he’d take it. He jumped up to hug you, all reservations lost, only to collapse on the ground, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. He couldn’t even hold a hand out to you as you ran over to him, pulling him onto your lap in a panic. He smiled at you, wishing he could stay in this delusion for a moment longer before completely passing out.
Lucifer registered his warm bed, a pounding headache, and a soft hand tracing his face. “Asmo-” he growled, grabbing the wrist. He sat up to tell his brother off, stopping short when he saw your teary eyes. He only paused for a moment before pulling you into a hug, letting you cry on to his shoulder.
You were here, you were real. But how?
“It’s complicated, a little weird,” you say quickly, deflecting on to him. “You look horrible! Stars above Lucifer, when was the last time you slept?” You hand him a cup of water, hoping to make him feel a tiny bit better. He’d normally press for a better explanation, but all that mattered where that you were here, right now, in his arms. And by all the souls in the universe, he’d never let you go.
You urge him to sleep some more, and he wants you to sleep there in his arms, but you have to gently pull back, insisting you’ll be here when he wakes up, you have to see to his brother and call Diavolo to allow you all to stay home for the day. All of his family, whole and together for a long weekend sounded perfect, but he didn’t let you go until you promised you wouldn’t leave his side “for til ever”. You assured him you would, and your light laughter follows him into sleep that, dare he say, was heavenly.
Lucifer woke up a couple hours later, lighter than he’s been in weeks, to the sounds of laughter, once long gone in these stone walls. He goes to the dining room, seeing all the formal dining ware tossed to the ground in favor of covering every inch of the table with a breakfast buffet, you and his brothers seemingly caught in the middle of a food fight.
Everyone pauses, seeing Lucifer. He strolls in with his usual authority, glaring at everyone, registering the dried tears and bed heads. Undoubtedly, you’d forced the other delirious brothers to rest a while longer then cooked up this feast. He walks straight to the table, picking up a waffle drenched in whipped cream and syrup. And proceeds to shot it at Mammon.
The war returns in full strength, a couple of bites actually consumed here and there. When you’re all done, you clean up and go change and shower. You spend the next 3 days with all the brothers, never leaving the house of lamentation. Food was ordered in, as were movies and video games, for now, they only wanted each other and you. And, well, you’d never say no to a massive movie-game-sleepover marathon.
As Lucifer began to return to his former self, he couldn’t help but feel that something was off with you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and ultimately wrote it off as his own paranoia, stalling for a minute at the thought that you’d eventually have to step out of the house one day soon.
But he soon discovered, he wasn’t as paranoid as he thought.
On the fourth night, everyone returned to their rooms, and much to his dismay, you asked to stay in your old bedroom. He obliged, but only because he intended to shower and come back to your room to sleep there.
After making sure all of his brothers were in their own rooms, he came back to yours. It was late, and he didn’t want to wake you, so he came in without knocking.
And was met with the sight of you in a demon form.
You both stood silently for a moment, fear and shock drenching the room. you pull him in and sit him on your bed, taking his hands and kneeling in front of him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you,” you plead, rubbing small circles into his hands. “When I died I-” he kneeled down and pulled you into a hug, cutting you off. His only thought was you. He knew how it was to fall, the agony and days it took to be able to speak without wincing, walk without trembling.
You were speaking and moving perfectly.
How long have you been back? When… his thoughts swirled, so he settled with hugging you in silence. You guide both of your bodies to bed and quietly reassure him. “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” One’s he’s able to properly focus on you again, he has a barrage of questions, and you both whisper well into the night.
The last question comes through half closed eyes and slowing, deep breaths. “Why did you fall?”
“I tried to punch God in the face”
He immediately woke up again, roaring in laughter, a first in all three realms. “yep, I tried to fight your dad bro,” you murmur, falling asleep to his shaking laughter. He’ll eventually lay back down amused and musing about what hell you must have given the angels. He’ll let you sleep for now, but demand the story from you the second you wake up. He’ll want to tell his brother’s immediately at breakfast, but if you want to find a softer way to break the news that you’re now a demon, he’d give you time.
Mammon
Mammon hasn’t been sober a single day since your death. Not like he could overdose or destroy his liver. He was a demon, he couldn’t die that easily. Unlike you. But for fleeting moments throughout the day, he wished he could. It was all his fault anyways, he was the scumbag brother, the fuck up that caused you to die.
It wasn’t confirmed you were dead. Not officially, but he knew. His brothers did too, no matter how much they lied to themselves. Your pact bond was still there but it wasn’t the same.
A human can’t just disappear in the Devildom for weeks and, reasonably, be alive.
He was supposed to walk home with you; he loved walking home with you. But a witch was attempting to summon him, with promises of grimm and a chance to swindle even more money from humans who had crossed her. He was going to ignore it, but you had seen the glimmer in his eyes and insisted he go. You were already over half way home, you could walk 5 minutes alone, so off he went.
He was ecstatic at the money he made, and the witch didn’t even want a pact! It was a one time gig with a great payout! He’d ignored the first few messages and calls he’d received while he was in the human realm, but now his phone hadn’t stopped buzzing for the last 6 minutes straight and it was getting really irritating. He scowled at his screen, flooded with messages and calls from all his brothers, and even Diavolo, he had to scroll up to even figure out what they were talking about.
“Gods above,” He breaks, literally praying for the first time in eons, ignoring the way the words burned his hands and mouth. “if you’d oblige an angel, even a fallen one, please tell me this isn’t real.”
He’d give up everything he owned, down to the shirt on his back for this to be a lie, for you to be in his arms right now. He hoped for one second that this was a cruel joke his brothers were playing on him, and that he’d get home and see you on the couch, laughing at him for falling for it. He didn’t care if you mocked or belittled him, he wanted to see you, NOW. On the next call with Lucifer, the steel in his tone was unmistakable, this wasn’t a prank, and you had never come home. He was the last one to see you, so you’ve been missing for hours at this point.
He was terrified, no matter how much he tried to lie to himself. “Maybe they’re playing a prank again! Hiding out in-” no. There was no point. By the time he got back to the Devildom, every square inch of RAD, the house of lamentation, and Diavolo’s castle had been combed thoroughly in search of you. No one slept that first night, searching high and low for you. You weren’t at the library, or Majolish, or the bars, or restaurants. You weren’t even in the creepy forest were the mirage flower originally lay.
They searched for you for days, trying to ignore the dark voice in the back of their minds, whispering every which way you could have been killed. Though no one ever said it, they knew you were dead, even with your body never found. They slowly stopped searching, one by one giving up, until Lucifer and Diavolo forced them to return to some semblance of normalcy, class and council and all that mess.
Weeks have gone by, but it felt longer than all his years up to now. Mammon stumbled back home, unsure of how he got there. He couldn’t think straight, tripping and literally crawling up the stairs. He had no idea how he managed to make it to his room, but he did, collapsing in front of his door, unable to take another step with the way everything was spinning.
“Mammon?” there it was, Lucifer was about to chew him out again. But instead of yelling, he felt warm hands run through his hair, pushing it away from his face, before grabbing him arms and dragging him inside.
“Le go ob me would ya?” He slurred, struggling to push away, and then freezing when he saw your face.
No way, he’s finally lost his marbles. But he’d take an illusion, if only for a minute.
“MC?” He leans towards you, but just throws up and passes out on your lap. You give a small, hysterical laugh, before calming yourself down and changing Mammon’s shirt, happy he didn’t get vomit on his jeans since most of it ended up on you. You cover him with blankets, and put a pillow under his head before stepping out for a second, just a second, to get water and things you’d think would help with a hangover.
He woke up, hours later, to your semiconscious form stroking his hair. He pulled you into him, crying his heart out, and you couldn’t help but cry with him, your heart breaking just imaging what he’s been feeling for these last few weeks. When he can take a second to breath, his first words are “So you’re not dead? MC, where have you been?” You gave a weak story, but he wasn’t going to question it, not as long as you swore to stay right here. A promise you were happy to make.
His crying brought in the other brothers, and it was almost funny the way you’d repeat this 6 more times; crying, explaining, hugging, next brother.
They all skipped school that day, sending an almost incomprehensible text to Diavolo that you were okay. They didn’t want to leave you alone today, not for a second.Mammon especially, he had one hand on you at all times, even waiting outside the bathroom door for you.
You spent the day with the brothers. It was admittedly odd with no one arguing the way they usually did, but it was nice to see them all coexisting so peacefully in the same room together. Kicking Lucifer’s ass in Super Succubus Racers was particularly satisfying.
It was already the next day, well into morning again, when everyone was too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Everyone fell asleep in the living room, but Mammon wanted you alone. You couldn’t deny your first man’s request, allowing him to carry you back to your room
You lay next to each other, simply staring.
You smile and Mammon cracks, telling you everything he’s done while you were gone. Surely, you were going to hate him, but he wanted you to know the truth. But you just soothe him, reminding him that he was your best friend, and that he couldn’t do anything to make you loathe him.
“I should have come back sooner, I should have tried harder,” you let slip, starting to fall asleep. But Mammon noticed, your ambiguity waking him up.
“Come back sooner?”
“Yes, I should have been smarter. Tried harder. But that initial weight on the chest is insane, I really should have asked you all about it before.” You murmur, but Mammon forces you to sit up, panic in his eyes. There was only one time he’d ever physically struggled to breath like you were suggesting.
“Ask us… about falling?”
Oops, you were awake now. You tried to backtrack immediately, floundering for a story about how you were held captive and managed to escape, but Mammon had figured it out.
“MC, you did die-” His hands were immediately on you, unsure whether he was comforting you or himself. You felt the same, warm and soft, but now when he focused, he could sense a new aura of confidence and power radiate from you. The heartbreak in his eye makes you cave, whispering to him about your death, and rebirth as an angel. His heart hurt, imagining you calling out to him for help in your last moments, even if you don’t tell him you did. But then his anger took over. How could they ever kick YOU, his crazy stupid awesome human out of the Celestial realm!?
“Ok, but don’t tell anyone. I got Simeon to fake fight me, but the Council of Fate could sense it wasn’t real, so I knocked him out.”
Crazy stupid awesome was right, and Mammon couldn’t stop cackling. His laughter was a sorely missed sound that managed to lure you to sleep. He couldn’t keep his promise, he was in awe with you. He sent out a mass group text about you fighting Simeon and being dispelled from heaven before joining you to sleep.
You both awoke to all the brothers yelling and banging on your door, demanding to know “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN MC PUNCHED AN ANGEL AND FELL FROM HEAVEN”
Levi
No one could really talk to Levi since your death. He hated everything, rivaling Satan with his temper. They were so stunned with his anger, they struggled to see the sadness and self-loating underneath that lie underneath.
Why hadn’t his stupid brothers protected you? Why hadn’t Lucifer agreed to any of the hundred times he’s asked to get you switched to online schooling? Was it really that hard to keep track of human? Why hadn’t they murdered the cretin that killed you? He was only banished to the labyrinth under the castle, and Levi couldn’t help but hope that Henry 1.0 would properly dispose of that trash.
He should have tried harder to convince Lucifer. Why couldn’t he have just gone to school this one day? He wasn’t the strongest, but surely he could have protected you, if only he hadn’t fallen asleep late and overslept maybe he would have been there. Maybe you wouldn’t have been killed, blood leaking into the cobblestone path of the RAD gardens…
His brother didn’t think Levi would DO anything, but Lucifer and Satan had the foresight to take away all of his cursed video games, the ones that could trap a player inside .
Levi couldn’t sleep, and he stopped watching as many animes when he realized they couldn’t distract him well enough. He played an endless stream of video games, and he stopped responding to messages. His lock screen may be of Ruri-Chan, but unbeknownst to everyone, even you, a selfie with the both of you was his home screen. He couldn’t bear to look at the smile he’d never see in person again.
For once, Lucifer didn’t protest Levi not coming out, even to eat breakfast. His brothers took turns bringing food to his door, trying to give words of comfort, but they were lost to the deep bass of final-boss music. They were worried when they’d come back to scarcely touched food, but then the food wrappers showed up with it. He had been mostly eating his food rations, the Ruri-Chan ramen and cakes providing a tiny bit of comfort that Lucifer wouldn’t deny him, for now.
It’s been weeks now and his rations were finally running low, so he bulk ordered off of Akuzon. He wasn’t about to tolerate his brothers hideous sympathetic looks, so he waited until night to sneak out from his room and get his packages.
He had just opened the door, but froze to see you on the other side, holding his packages and looking a mess. Had he gotten sick? Had staring at a monitor and wishing for you for so long finally caused him to break down and have vivid hallucinations? Although he probably wouldn’t have imagined you as haggled as you were now. Matted, dirty hair, dark under eye bags-
“Levi?” Your voice, the hand caressing his cheek, was enough to bring him back. He couldn’t imagine that warmth, the genuinely soft and caring look in your eyes. He threw the Ruri-Chan packages out of your hands before tackling you into a hug that pushed you both to the ground.
“MC, MC, MC,” he breathed into you hair, clinging onto you for dear life. “is it really you?”
“I’m back, my Lord Of Shadows,” you chuckle in a light tone, but your grip on him was just as unbreakable. That was enough to bring back some of his shyness, making him a blushing mess. You both lay there, struggling not to cry, before Levi was ripped off you. “MC!” Mammon yelled, tackling you back onto the ground, Lucifer and the others lingering back by the door.
“Hey first man,” you sigh happily into his hair before hugging the rest of the brothers in turn. They pull you into the house and bombard you with question, scared senseless because not only are you alive, you look like you’ve been mauled by every creature from the 8 layers of hell. You gave a vague story, something about favors and a dare and reincarnation being a new ‘trend’ that the Council Of Fate wanted to try out. If you didn’t look like hell, they might be harder on you, but for now they let you take a shower and get changed.
Except for Mammon and Levi, they waited right outside your bathroom door while the others reported to Lord Diavolo and set up a midnight brunch to celebrate.
You spent the day with all of the brothers, all in varying degrees of disbelief, but you could tell they were trying to be as normal as possible as to not freak you out. All except for Levi, who refused to let go of your hand, even if he was teased by his brothers and couldn’t quite look you in the eye. They all insisted sleeping in your room that night, and the next 2 nights in fact.
Since you’d come back on a friday night, the boys had you all to themselves for a weekend- not like they’d go to school unless it was a direct order from Diavolo. Even then, that was a maybe.
You spent the weekend getting use to the new ambiance. Every so often there was a panicked “MC?” from one of the brothers, and you’d walk around until you found who was calling you. Any time you disappeared for longer than 20 minutes, you could physically feel the tension, and subsequent relief when you walked into a room. It took a while, but slowly everyone seemed to ease into the idea that, yes, you were in fact alive, back and Ok. Your presence was such a source of surprise, no one noticed that your wounds healed a little too quickly.
Monday came once more, and there was an air of hesitation. How could they make you go back to the site of your murder? Were you ready for that?
They didn’t need to fret for long, a gift from Diavolo himself: a text stating that as of midnight last night you were enrolled in online schooling, indefinitely. The boys let out a collective sigh and left you and Levi, but you had a suspicion Mammon would come home early and the others would ask for constant text updates.
You both finish your schooling rather quickly, Levi showing you were to find most of the answers if you didn’t actually want to work. The second you were done, he tossed you your custom headset and controller, both of you diving into the raid of the day. This at least hadn’t changed.
A couple hours later, Levi went to get you two more snacks, but he tripped after getting up from his gaming chair.
On the long black feathers that were protruding from you.
SCREAMINGTM and Panicked ScreamingTM
“WHAT THE FUCK” “I CAN EXPLAIN” “YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL!?” “WELL, NOT EXACTLY-” “MC!!!!!!!”
It took about half an hour to calm him down, then another HOUR when you turned into your demon form. When you both calmed down enough, you sat Levi back in his chair and explained. Yeah, you’d died, but Simeon and Luke put in a good word for you so you became an angel! But you didn’t want to be! So you got yourself cast out.
“What did you do?”
“… I may or may not have broken into the Celestial Castle and destroyed hundreds of artifacts before the Celestial Warriors found me. And then I may or may not have tried to fist fight them” Let’s say Levi had a new found respect for you that even getting Lucifer’s pact hadn’t inspired.
“MC…. why did you want to come back?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to come back to you” Levi becomes a blushing mess, holding on to you even tighter and hiding his face in your neck.
“Levi…. I’m really here. I’m not going anywhere”
“I know.. I was just thinking… Well, I was really tired, so one night I,” his voice came out in squeaks now. “I might have tried to perform a sacrificial sacrifice to Ruri-Chan to bring you back”
You laugh, and he actually joins in, understanding the absurdity of his actions. He promises to keep this little secret for you until you can find a more gentle way to break it to his brothers.
However, he did tweet it to all of his followers on every social media platform and of course news of #ZombieAngel, #Don’tScrewWithMC, and #MCWillFuckYouUP would end up back at Diavolo and Lucifer’s desks.
Satan
There was no anger, no fits of rage, no screaming or yelling. In fact, there was almost no sound from Satan after you died, he was as silent as your gravestone. And that was so much worse.
If you thought Satan’s scholar-ly abilities were astounding, you should have seen him after your death. His intelligence has always been unmatched; he remembered everything he read, from the exact book he read it, and could easily comprehend how topics spanned genres/years/cultures, you name it. You’d joked plenty of times about him having a photographic memory. His own library contained everything from lore, culture, combat, biographies, medical textbooks, philosophy, religion, nature and everything between. His books came from the Devildom and human realm alike, even his secret stash of books from the Celestial realm, nestled 6 steps up the staircase and to the right, behind his own set of Harry Potter books gifted by you.
All of this knowledge, and yet, he couldn’t help you when you contracted Nasuto.
Nasuto was the Devildom’s equivalent of a flu; nothing too bad, easily handled and treated, a typical case only lasting 10 days.
If you were a demon.
You were so brash and headstrong, a brilliant smile that oh so rarely wavered, it was so easy to forget how fragile you truly were. The fever set within 1 hour, you were in the hospital by the second. You’re fever didn’t reach 107*F until the next day, but by then, you wouldn’t eat anything and your body shook violently with every coughing fit.
They were all desperate, but nothing could be done. No matter how much money Lucifer and Diavolo alike promised to donate, they couldn’t give you the demon’s shots. Your body would kill itself with antibodies. Beel had suggested sending you to a human hospital, Belphie suggested stealing the human supplies and bringing them to the Devildom, but Diavolo had to intervene. Any contact between the worlds right now could lead to the next 100 years of plague, they couldn’t risk infecting more innocent humans.
All of the knowledge in the world, and Satan could only hold your hand and scream for a doctor when you chocked to death on your own breath.
From that day on, he hid in his room, only seen between classes and spotted on occasion in the kitchen by Beel during a midnight food run, although it was more of a habit at this point rather than of actual need. His head was buried in books, reading every text he could get his hands on about the human body. “I should have done this sooner, why did I wait for so long?” but the more he read, the more desperate he seemed. Humans have died from tripping, but others survived 1,000 ft drops without parachutes? You could have done everything right, exercised, ate healthily, practiced safe intercourse, and still developed cancer? The human body is absolutely absurd. To assuage his despair, he tried reading first aid books from the human realm, even going so far as taking every medical training course the Devildom’s hospital offered, the youngest amongst his college aged peers. He would have taken earth medical courses if he could, but his desperation and deflection were so palpable that Lucifer and Diavolo revoked his access to portals.
Weeks had gone by at this point, but he refused to admit that everything was blurring together. He couldn’t remember if the latest medical texts were for humans or demons. Had he done his homework? When was the last time he attended a council meeting or said anything more than a mumbled hello to his brothers? He surely didn’t know.
Satan was sitting at his desk again; textbooks and notebooks strewn around him, his 6th cup of Black coffee of Melancholy staining his human anatomy notes while his fountain pen dripped onto his borrowed library books. He was reciting the bones of the human skeletal system, head to toe for the umpteenth time when he was blinded by the light from the corridor.
“Satan?” His head shot up, stunned to see you standing at his doorway, a little worse for wear but undeniably there.
“I must have developed schizophrenia; I’ve isolated myself to a great extent, and am naturally hostile; but psychosis and dementia can also trigger vivid hallucinations-” he pulled the closest medical text and notebook, flipping pages, looking for an explanation to his delirium. You couldn’t be alive.
“Satan, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You pulled his shaking hands away from the books, terrified at how frosty his fingers were.
You were so warm. Could delusions be touched? Or had your soul come to torment him for being useless in your final moments?
“Satan, please, talk to me. I’m here, look at me. Talk me through it, what are you thinking?”
“You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be alive,” he let out a shaky breath, pulling you into his chest before resting his chin on your head. If this was an illusion, consequences be damned, he was going to enjoy it for as long as he could. “Even if someone tried to revive you, your nails would have fallen out by now, your organs should have begun to liquefy, your corpse should be bloated-” he paused for a second, hearing you gag.
“I see you’ve been reading up on forensics,” you say, gagging again before you can take a deep breath. “You can grow horns and change outfits at the drop of the hat. Angels, demons, and Gods exist, is it really impossible to believe that I pulled a little miracle?” You give him a wink and a kiss on the cheek, and he settles for your little miracle.
You don’t know for how long you sat there in each others arms until Lucifer and Beel came to see why Satan’s door was open. Beel didn’t hesitate, barging right in and hugging you both to his chest. Lucifer wouldn’t move until Mammon showed up a few minutes later, proceeded to scream in his ear before he straight tackled you, Satan and Beel. Lucifer actually chuckled, pulling them all off you to get a hug in too. Belphie, Levi and Asmo soon followed, and for once, Satan didn’t mind the noise or intrusion from his brothers.
The brothers were with you all day, even getting a surprise drop in from Diavolo and Barbatos around noon for a celebratory lunch. While Satan didn’t cling to you, he made sure you were always within sight.
After Diavolo left, everyone fell asleep pretty easily, a weight lifted off their shoulders.
Satan wouldn’t take no for an answer, you were sleeping in his room tonight. He let you get situated, trying to tidy up a bit of his disastrous room, sweeping everything into slightly tidier pile and taking all of the half filled coffee cups to the kitchen. By the time he was done, you were lightly snoring , cuddled up with one of his sweaters. He couldn’t deny it, there was still some tension in his chest. He couldn’t really believe you were here, so he decided to tease you a bit. He pushed your hair away from your face, leaned in really close… and screamed.
“MC!”
“AH!” You scream and flail away, falling off one side of the bed. Satan falls, getting knocked out of the bed by the sudden extension of your wings. He stared at your ink black wings for a solid minute before meeting your guilty eyes.
“So. A miracle was it?”
“… A miracle they kicked me out?” You laughed shakily. He pulled you back on to the bed and made you explain everything, from the top,
“So Simeon and Luke’s praise got you turned into an angel?” “Yes”
“And then you were kicked out…?” Your face burned, the red on your cheeks could rival Diavolo’s rose garden. “It’s actually a lot harder than you’d think…”
“Well first, I swore for 4 straight days. Then, I tried to stage a fight with Simeon, and then I tried to actually fight Micheal the Archangel. And when that didn’t work I tried to break into the Celestial castle to fight God, but only managed to KO a couple of Celestial warriors. Angels are horrifyingly strong-” You were caught off by his laughter, he was cackling so hard he was SNORTING. When he could properly catch his breath, he pulled you into his chest and laid you both down on the bed. He played with your hair, both of you in content silence, but before you could fall asleep, you heard him whisper, “can you tell me about your fall?” He’d never admit it, but he was terrified that you were still in pain, his brothers didn’t really talk about their fall or how long it took them to feel normal again, so he was out of his element. Again. And he hated it.
You whispered to him the tale of your first week as a fallen angel, avoiding the more troublesome details. The mobility of a toddler, intelligence of an adult, and strength akin to a raging demon.
Satan wanted to keep your secret, he really did. But your well being came first and foremost, even if now you were as resilient as himself. He put aside his pride and asked Lucifer about the Fall. Lucifer was stunned, but obliged Satan, glad he was speaking again. It didn’t take him long to figure out why Satan was asking. They coordinated a small meeting with all the brothers to discuss you being a fallen angel, and how they could best help you get adjusted. They all pretended to be none the wiser until you wished to tell them yourself.
Let me tell you, Diavolo was not happy to be the last to know about your new bad ass demon status, when you did finally decide to announce it. However, he did get to enjoy the story of your angelic mayhem with the rest of the brothers, that was one little tidbit Satan had kept to himself.
Asmo
Call him Barbie because Asmo became plastic after your death.
He was honestly one of the most conflicted brothers after you were murdered. He wanted to rage, to drink/flirt/f- this pain away, anything to make him forget the images of your cold body, for even just a second. But he also wanted to just lock himself in his room; he didn’t believe he deserved the pleasure of forgetting, he blamed himself. He was the one who took you to that dance club, sneaking you out after Lucifer strictly prohibited it. He had to step away for a second to talk to one of his admirers, it was really just a second, he left you with one of your mutual friends. But the next thing he knew; a sharp sound, a scream, and everyone was circling your dead body, no one sure what had just happened. Hundreds of demons in that nightclub, and no one claims to have seen what happened. His brothers never blamed him, never yelled at him or chastised him for taking you out, and that somehow felt worse; they weren’t able to look Asmo in the eyes for a solid week after your funeral.
Originally, he did lock himself into his room, trying to fade with your memories. He was in his room for 4 days before he stepped out to get water and a sandwich from the kitchen. It was 2 am, but every brother seemed to be awake. He heard Mammon leave for the second time tonight to go to another party. Beel and Belphie were in the music room, someone playing the melody of your favorite song on the piano. Lucifer and Satan sat in silence in the library, piles of books and paperwork between the two, but those glazed over eyes weren’t seeing anything. Not only had he gotten you killed, he knew his brothers’ current state was his fault too. Asmo’s heart ached, but seeing his brothers now reinvigorated his resolve.
He locked away his own heart; he’d be the one to heal his family. Asmo started his regular self care routines again even if he was only going through the motions, but now he also took over every cooking duty he could as well. He made breakfast and forced everyone to come eat. He’d talk about anything he could, he was the only one who would talk. The first day was almost unbearable, he chocked on his words multiple times, having to stop to swallow the lump in his throat. He sat through Mammon and Satan storming off, trying not to flinch at the distant sounds of them breaking something in the house.But he knew that some sense of normalcy and routine was what his brothers needed to start healing.
Asmo’s anger manifested into something new. He started going to clubs again, every night, since Lucifer no longer tried to stop him. For anyone that asked, he came up with some elaborate story about Lucifer locking him in a basement without his D.D.D to atone for inadvertently killing “that stupid exchange human”. Saying those words always felt like swallowing glass shards, but Asmo needed answers. It took a few days for everyone to believe him, but after that he had everyone around his little finger again. He asked around, whispering sweet words for leads, hesitant kisses for names and addresses. He was going to find who killed you, and a way to revive you, come hell or high water.
Dawn was beginning to break again as Asmo stumbled home, exhausted and unsure of how many psychedelics he had taken that night. Which is why, upon seeing you standing at the foot of the stairs to the house of lamentation, he only let out hysterical giggles. He couldn’t even feel the tears running down his face. He waved at you, walking past only to collapse halfway up the staircase.
He woke up a couple hours later to water droplets falling on his hand. When he properly came to, he realized he was back in his own room, laying in his bed. With you sitting next to his bed, crying as you held his hand to your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I j-”, he pushes aside your remarks, pulling you onto his bed and cradling you in his arms, crying into your hair. “I’m so sorry, Mc, I’m so sorry-” you cry together, the weight of the world on your chests.
It was half an hour later when you both finally stopped crying, and Asmo finally realized you had an audience. Satan was looking away, trying to hide his own tears, Beel walking in with water and some light snacks. While Asmo ate, you came clean to everyone about what happened after you died before quickly switching to explain that you’d brought Asmo to his room but that you’d called his brothers to help when he seemed unresponsive.
Everyone spent the day in Asmo’s room, only stepping out occasionally to grab more movies or snacks. Asmo wished he could participate more, but weeks of partying, exhaustion, and various drug usage had caught up to him. He was only semi-conscious for the majority of the day, so you took it upon yourself to do his favorite activities; painting everyone’s nails, brushing his hair and insisting you all do face masks.
When Asmo was finally fully conscious, he demanded to see your demon form. You were sheepish, transforming in front of the brothers, but obliged him. They all stared at you in surprise, but appreciation, this powerful, badass look worked on you. Asmo sighed happily before pulling you onto the bed with him, sitting you beside him so he could get a better look at the details on your outfit.
“How could they kick you out? What were those fools thinking?” He whined, but he felt you squirm, so he gently pushed you back to get a good look at your blushing face.
“They weren’t too fond of me spray painting “God Be Damned” in the ugliest shade of gray I could find all across the Celestial Castle,” you whisper, too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes, even though most of them were laughing. You cringed away from Asmo as he groaned and threw himself back onto his bed.
“Are you upset that I came back?”
“Never, don’t you ever think that love. But ugggghhh,” He groans again, pushing his face into your side. “Gray? Spray painting the castle? I understand you were desperate and they had the audacity to kick me out but that castle is gorgeous! You could have at least written it in pastel pink cursive lettering, it would have gone beautifully against the castle’s silver finish. Have some class MC!” while he was in despair over the castle, you could tell he was mostly joking and above all else, happy you were in his arms again.
“I guess I shouldn’t mention that I wrote it in hideously blocked, dripping serial killer letters huh?” You laugh, but he sits up, swinging at you with his pillow.
“MC!”
Beel
If you thought Lilith’s death fucked him up, you wouldn’t believe what your death did. As if Lucifer didn’t have a hard enough time convincing Beel that Lilith death wasn’t his fault, it was all but impossible with your death.
It was an accident, but Beel felt like he should have known better, he should have been smarter.
You were in your apothecary class together, sharing snacks like always while you waited for your potions to react. He was reaching into his backpack for another sandwich when you asked for a drink. Without looking up, he handed you a bottle, and didn’t realize his mistake until you were on the ground, foaming at the mouth after drinking concentrated cyanide. Even with the teacher working as fast as they could, the antidote couldn’t be synthesized in time, and you died in his arms.
His brothers tried to comfort him in their own ways, but nothing worked. Satan’s attempt in particular stung, although Beel knew he didn’t have any malicious intent with it. Satan told Beel about how humans had rules at school and work when they’re around dangerous chemicals, and together they petitioned Diavolo to implement some of these rules; namely, no food or drinks near the work stations. Better late than never right? Your death would at least work to protect future humans in the exchange program.
Beel was the best at hiding his feelings over your death, he’s felt this soul wrenching guilt before. He attended class and council meetings as normal, but everyone noticed how he ate less than half of his normal servings, even giving out the snacks he always carried with him to random demons. It wasn’t that he wasn’t hungry, he’d started carrying around extra snacks for you specifically, and he just didn’t know what to do with them anymore.
He’s always wished he could get rid of his hunger to some degree, but not like this. While he never outright skipped meals, they didn’t miss how he stared at your chair every time, eating slower and slower until he excused himself from the table. They didn’t say anything when certain ingredients and food vanished from the kitchen and ended up in the trash, letting him vent however he needed to.
Even Belphie can’t reach Beel. Any time he tries to talk about you, Beel leaves to go workout for hours until he physically couldn’t move for a while, the soreness providing some reprieve. He’d never tell anyone about how close he gets to blacking out; he couldn’t stand to be coddled right now.
If he isn’t working out, Beel is hiding away in the basement, fingers tracing over Lilith’s coffin, telling her every memory he has of you.
It was one of these days in the basement when Beel heard a commotion and screaming upstairs. He contemplates going upstairs when the doors to the basement fly open, you panting and terrified before you finally spot him.
He meets you halfway, tackling you into a hug before immediately pulling back, realizing that he couldn’t control his strength right now. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m okay Beel,” you insist, and tackle him in turn. Beel doesn’t understand how or why your here, but he wasn’t about to question it. He hugs you back when he’s sure he won’t crush you.
You stay in his lap for the majority of the day as everyone demands to know how you’re alive. You tell them about pulling some favors to the council of fate, and now being indebted to them, only possible with the help of Simeon and Luke- a story you have to repeat when Diavolo summons you all to his castle. Everyone’s in disbelief, and Lucifer was honestly THIS close to messaging a paragraph long thank you to Simeon. (Satan was already compiling an essay, Mammon considering how he could send gifts to the Celestial Realm…)
You spend the next couple of days with everyone in Diavolo’s castle. You, Lucifer, Satan, and Diavolo go through new rules that are going to be implemented for the safety of future human students. How Satan managed to read the entirety of every OSHA handbook in existence, you’ll never know (he’s been reading them everyday since you’ve died).
While life mostly returns to normal after the 2 enormous shell shocks, Beel now personally inspects all of your food and reads through all the labels. If he doubts, for even a second about the toxicity of an item, he won’t let you eat it. You wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t gotten the strongest craving for hemlock tea and uranium cookies since coming back.
It’s been about a week since you’ve been back, and Beel noticed that you would sneak off every so often in the dead of night. Tonight, he followed you, and almost had a heart attack when he found you in an alley, drinking a ricin cocktail and eating dehydrated skullcap mushroom heads. He threw your food to the ground and picked you up in one motion, transforming into his demon form to fly you to the hospital. It took you transforming into a demon to stop him in his tracks.
You pull him into an alley and sit him down, telling him the truth about your revival. You’d been reborn as an angel, fought the Celestial warriors (and lost horribly) and gotten cast out, becoming a fallen angel.
His heart broke again, thinking of you writhing in agony after falling and wishing he could have known so he could help you through it, but he knew the pain that came with breathing, let alone walking, those first couple of days so there was no way you could have home then. You sit with him, whispering words of comfort and reminding him that at least now, you could stay with him forever. This brought him back to his senses, and some relief, but he would insist on telling his brothers and Diavolo the truth about your condition in the morning.
His stomach grumbled, breaking the tension that had come over you two at the thought of telling everyone that you were a fallen angel.
“You know, you did throw my food away, I’m still pretty hungry…” He smiles brightly for the first time since you’ve been back, and pulls you up,
“Ristorante Six has some great chimera burgers with phoenix s-” “YES PLEASE, YOU ALWAYS MAKE IT LOOK SO GOOD”
Belphie
Your death was like twisted time travel for Belphie. He hated everyone, especially any demon that wasn’t his brothers, and especially Diavolo. And while he’d never say it out loud, but he’d begun to despise himself as well.
Maybe he should have known something was wrong the second that he woke up that day, actually early enough to go to RAD with the rest of you. Class was as normal, and the after school council meeting was the same as usual. However, Diavolo requested you leave for a minute, there was something he needed to speak with the brothers about. Belphie wanted to leave with you, uninterested in whatever school bullshit they were about to discuss, but you persuaded him to stay, saying something about needing to grab an assignment from a nearby classroom. As it turns out, Diavolo was considering having a human-culture day as a surprise to you, with holidays, food, the whole 9 yards, and needed everyone’s help. Roles were assigned, a to do list established and the meeting adjourned, 5 minutes, tops. But you weren’t in the classroom. Or the bathrooms, or the cafeteria. That put everyone in high alert, scouring the halls of RAD for you.
They didn’t find you until they heard your guttural screams echoing throughout the vents. You were locked in the boiler room, strapped to some medical table with all sorts of tubes attached to you. Belphie was the first in the door and didn’t hesitate, strangling the demon holding you captive, while his brothers tried to unhook you. Belphegor noticed too late that the demon’s smirk wasn’t a facade, he actually had the upper hand. As Beel pulled another tube out of your arm, the liquid in one of the drip bags turned purple, the color turning black as it reached your veins.
Griffin venom.
You didn’t last another full minute.
Beel, Mammon, Satan and Lucifer all had to restrain Belphie the second he tried to pin this to Diavolo. He shouldn’t have extended the meeting. He shouldn’t have sent you out.
Belphie locked himself back in the attic after you died, refusing to let anyone in, even Beel. He stared at the ceiling and contemplated the days he’d been locked in here, before he knew you. It hurt worse to remember you, especially the early days when he lied and manipulated you. He couldn’t take those days back, the way you’re face turned blue as he squeezed you to death. Had you felt the same pain this time? Either way, both times was his fault.
He doesn’t know how long he spent locked in the attic, only occasionally eating the food his brothers brought him. Their attempts to talk to him and message him were scarce before stopping all together. He slept as often as he could, having to force himself now that it didn’t come as easily to him. It was the only times he could see your smile, your laugh as he pulled you into bed with him for another nap. He’s never had to force himself to sleep before, and now it was causing him to be disoriented and confused whenever he was awake.
Belphegor was sure he was dreaming when he opened his eyes and saw you cradling his head on your lap, hands running through his tangled hair. You tried talking to him, but it all sounded fuzzy and distant to him. He drank the water you handed him and ate a few bites of the sandwich you gave him. Even biting his tongue didn’t quite pull him to consciousness, so you handed him a small pill and laid him down to sleep, his hearing returned as your soft lullaby pulled him into the first REAL sleep he’s had in weeks.
He awoke hours later in his own bed, in the room he shared with Beel. He felt more alert than he had in a while, and while he was put out that he couldn’t remember the dream he had about you, he couldn’t ignore his own hunger any longer. He walked through the house, stopping when he heard laughter coming from the dining room. He followed the sound, and stood floored at the entrance, all of his brothers eating dinner. With you bringing in another tray of entrees.
“Belphie! You’re awak-” he’s immediately at your side, hugging you as tightly as he knows you can take. You laugh softly, guiding him into an empty chair next to you before setting down your platters. You let him pull you onto his lap and bury his face into your neck.
You can sense his confusion and disbelief, so you took the liberty to explain your circumstances. “Simeon was able to pull some serious favors for me after I died,” you lie easily, coaxing him into eating some scrambled eggs. “They revived me after I promised to help them with some research on human behavior and response. They’ve taken more interests in humans and this is a preliminary step I can help with. You were out of it when I found you, so Lucifer gave me a multivitamin for you, he thought you might be suffering from low blood sugar or malnutrition. Looks like it worked.”
He can’t quite believe it, so he hugs you from behind whenever he can. While everyone else cleaned up breakfast, you try to convince him to forgive Diavolo. While normally he’d argue with you, he was given nothing short of a miracle, having you here in his lap. So, all the fight gone from him, he agrees, and goes with you to Diavolo’s castle to talk to the demon prince. After you tell Diavolo about your rebirth, Belphie mumbles something that could maybe loosely be interpreted as an apology, but Diavolo accepted it.
Belphie follow you for the rest of the day, attached at the hip. He plays some card games with you all, and snuggles up to you during the movie marathon. The brothers, in an attempt to restore order, decided to binge a month of activities into one day.
It’s finally dawn when everyone decides to go to bed and Belphie immediately leads you to his and Beel’s room. The brothers push the beds together and lay you between themselves.
Belphie pulls you in, spooning you, while Beel spreads out to your left, letting you and Belphie use his arm as a pillow. Belphie’s missed this, he’s craved your touch ever since you’d gone to school that unfortunate morning, and now he’d sleep with you for as long as he wanted, no matter what anyone else said.
That didn’t quite work out.
He woke up exactly half an hour later to a tail wrapping around his waist. Belphie panicked, sitting up and dragging you with him, thinking that a snake had gotten into bed.
Nope.
That was your tail.
He stared at you in awe for a minute before waking you up. You were horrified when you saw you’d accidentally reverted back to a demon, but as you stammered out a weak explanation, he gave a low chuckle. “Guess I can’t hate other demons now, huh?”
Your panicked stuttering woke Beel too, and now you had the pleasure of telling the twins about being a given a second life as an angel. And subsequently throwing that chance out the window to be back with them, your adopted family.
“Why did they kick you out?” Belphie couldn’t help but be impressed, for as pretensions as they seemed, it took a lot to anger the angels this much.
“I-,” you start, before coughing to hide your laughter. “I kinda broke into the Celestial castle and tried to fist fight God.” Belphie bent over, crying in laughter and you caved, cackling along. Beel tried to be stern, lecturing that it was technically disrespectful and that you’d have to tell Diavolo and Lucifer, but he was failing at hiding his smile behind his hand. Once you’d all properly laughed it out, the brothers pulled you back to bed and let the warmth of being back with your loved ones pull you into a peaceful sleep.
No matter what any higher power tried to mandate, you would always find your way back home.
((Made a mini fic on how this bold and dumbass MC got kicked out of heaven, it should be up in a couple of minutes. I was really about to put a whole “TL,DR” at the very beginning, the intro was becoming its own hc/imagine. Did you guys have a favorite section/ death/ character? Please let me know! Thank you for reading and stay safe lovelies💖 ))
(((Also, some of you might have noticed one part in the Mammon bit was really similar to (Author’s) work. I loved it, and wanted to emanate the same kinds of feeling but failed . I don’t remember which author it is right now, I’m pretty sleep deprived and simultaneously working on 3 fics at once, but once I find them I’ll tag them and link to their story)))
((Also, the Ruri sacrifical circle was inspired by this beautiful fanart))
Here’s some Akiren doodles for my Persona 5 peeps! He’s so cute and fun to draw, I’m really loving the color scheme!
decoris.
SYNOPSIS: as moonlight falls upon his bedroom window, all his mind is filled with is the thought of you.
AUTHORS NOTE: beel... no thoughts just beel. kuni said i should write beel so.. here we are. this takes place early in the story when the mc stands in front of beel and luke to protect them from lucifer!!
BEELZEBUB x F!READER
WARNINGS: swearing, slight angst & fluff
WORD COUNT: 995
The pool of warmth flutters in through the window and flickers across the plains of his shoulders and shines across his amethyst eyes. The normal gluttonous self that usually craved the blossoming sensation of food of any kind in his tongue stood over her slumbering figure, periwinkle jewels sparkling as the sea in his gut crashed against the shore; his eyebrows screwed together in worry. His slender fingers trace the outline of her palms gently, as if just a simple caress in the wrong place would cause her to crumble right before his eyes. (h/c) locks lay peacefully on her shoulders; his fingers trailing down and twirling one of the strands of hair around his finger.
This feeling— the feeling of gluttony— was an emotion that came naturally to him. Any other feeling was filtered and poured to the ground like accumulated rain drops. With her there— he has the itching urge to gaze at the fallen raindrops with admiration and yearn to feel the rain once again. The addiction of honey, sugar on his tongue was something he had the pleasure of indulging in. She was like the overwhelming addiction of sugar dusted onto something savoury, a balance between overwhelming evil and underwhelming pure. Every second with her, he feels like he wants more. He’s never felt so rapacious in his life, he wants to consume more and more until nothing is left— until all is left is the breathless glaze in her eyes and sweet smile as he continues to indulge in his gluttonous nature.
“Beel?” Voice sweet like hot chocolate on a cold, winter’s day, her (e/c) jewels twinkle under the radiant light of his lamp. Her throat is scratchy, as if someone rubbed sandpaper against it, and the skin underneath her eyes has blossomed a soft scarlet. The apples of her cheeks are tinged with a pink colour; innocuous like a young, bashful child’s. Her eyes stare at him again, the corners crinkled as her fingers trail against his own, doubtful in their actions as if they were to cause him any harm. “Are you okay?” Her eyelashes flutter with the breeze that dusts the curtains and causes them to flutter, and all Beel can do is feel the tears gather in his eyes.
His arms tug her body into his, his hand delved into her hair as he breathes her in. The choked sobs echo from his lips, once tainted with honey and sugar, are now painted with his gratitude for her breathing self. His nose nuzzles into her hair, tears crawling down his cheeks as he pulls her closer than before. She’s warm— oh, so warm— just like the celestial realm. She radiates light just like she did, and he just wants to dive head first into it and never resurface again. Drown deeper and deeper into her warmth until all he feels and knows is her.
“You’re asking if I’m alright? You’re the one that almost died.” He mumbles, his knee pressing into the plush material of his mattress with his fingers delved deeper into her hair. Her eyes spring wide, her cheeks tainted rose, as her nose nestles into his shoulder as she wraps her arms around his back and allows her fingers to clutch at his shirt. “Please..don’t ever scare me like that again.”
His form tumbled to the mattress, trapping her body underneath his as he gazed down at her glossy eyes, tears threatening to pool over and her rising and falling chest. His thumb brushes against her cheek, tears falling onto her cheeks as she stares up at him with those innocent, doe like eyes of hers.
“I’m okay. It’s okay.” Her lips morph into a smile, the same one she made when Levi released his true form around her during their TLS showdown, and he can’t help but choke out a laugh at her. Her lips form into a pout at his reaction, but all he can do is sit upright and tug her into his arms. She’s like a sweet addiction, ever present on his tongue during those nights when she would hold his hand as they fell asleep, her nose tucked into his chest with their fingers interlocked. He breathes in the scent of her hair— coconut and vanilla, for some odd reason— his other arm wrapped tightly around her figure as the looming fear of her slipping away from his hold to dust ever present in his mind.
He lays before her; emotions stripped bare and ripe for her picking. All she does is smile carelessly at him as a giggle escapes her, a mumble echoing as she reminds him not to worry so much, or he might worry himself to death. He then reminds her that he’s immortal, and can’t die. She grins and laughs at her mistake, and he can feel himself indulge in presence once more. He confides to her his greatest hopes and fears whilst his mind is blaring the red alarms for him to stop, all he desires to do is whisper any and all thoughts he has.
She lays before him, innocent and beautiful, moonlight glistening on her skin as her head lays against the window. She smiles as she retells stories from the human world and listens to Beel’s odd food combinations.
Beel was stripped of his identity once— cast into the shadows of Devildom and denied any return into the celestial realm. He’s loved and hated, gained and lost. Her image is like that of a renaissance painting, white material draped around the crevice of her shoulders with her tousled hair as she bows her head down in a laugh, fingers lapping over his. If only he could steal the moon and spill it onto her palms, letting the rays of moonlight sink into her skin as he holds onto them dearly.
With her here, the feeling of gluttony doesn’t feel like a second nature. But loving her does.
dabihawks week 2020 day 7: angst
Spain is different 🇪🇸🦠
Lil' drawing to celebrate lgbtq+ day in conmemoration of the arrests that were made to innocent queer and trans people (their deaths too ;n;) 50 years ago in Stonewalls UwU
We've still got a lot of work to do regarding the rights of this community, we've gotta make the world a better place for everyone.
![[" I Am No Longer Under Your Control. I Am Unbound; I Am Free "]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/68e85934b80581b1b7cd88bf1cbac249/tumblr_ptrj0h64zJ1wfx7tk_500.jpg)
× [" I am no longer under your control. I am unbound; I am free "] ×
I've been for 7 hours drawing this. As I didn't know what to draw I started drawing Kris.