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A small drabble to set up the backstory of Mikasa in the SpiderMika AU:
Mikasa was nine years old when she had watched her parents be killed, when she found out she had a distant cousin a lot older than her, when said cousin took her with him, when she moved from Tokyo to Berlin overnight. She thought she would remain alone, but it's nice to have Cousin Levi now.
Shortly after starting a new school, Mikasa met the most frail blonde boy she's ever seen, Armin. They become close friends, growing up together up 'til high-school were they're now associated with being the school's weirdos/losers. Their world had become small, but its alright, as long as Jean doesn't continue to bother any of them.
Although Mikasa defends Armin both physically and verbally, it isn't until a certain boy catches her (and Armin's) attention. A boy with brown hair and green eyes had fought Jean in defense of Armin. The two of them had decided them and there to stick to Eren's side, and thats when Mikasa had fallen in love.
lesson 16
Guys! Hear me out on this one… SpiderMika:
Let's do this one last time. My name is Mikasa Ackerman. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last four years, I've been the one and only Spider-Woman, I'm pretty sure you know the rest. I couldn't save my parents, but I can save everybody else. I fell in love. I made a lot of friends. Saved a bunch of people because the world is cruel but also beautiful.
"Go to your room," Lucifer growled. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the spot.
"Go to your room!" you countered, boldly standing your ground in the face of severe demonic pressure.
Pacts were so great. So convenient. You didn't even really register that you were using magic, it just happened in the heat of the moment. Lucifer looked utterly gobsmacked when he was compelled to put one foot in front of the other and just walk away. He tried to fight it. He dragged his feet. He failed.
"How dare you. This is not over. Don't think for a second I'm letting this go."
You were terrified of what he would do to you later, but watching Lucifer furiously storm off under your orders felt like the biggest power move of your life. Such an adrenaline rush.
an angry feisty cat descended down the stairs, made some mess even
through megumi's lens ⋆. [◉°] ˚
w.c: 1.02k+┆fluff┆megumi x reader ┆⤷ read below !
Ever since you and Megumi Fushiguro started dating, you'd started noticing just how often he reached for a camera.
Sometimes it was his phone.
Sometimes a small digital camera Gojo had insisted he'd "absolutely love."
Other times...
A worn polaroid camera that somehow always found its way into his bag.
At first, you thought nothing of it.
Megumi didn't exactly seem like the type to enjoy photography.
Then you realized...
He wasn't taking pictures because he liked cameras.
He liked remembering things.
You'd found a polaroid tucked safely inside the clear pocket of his wallet once.
It was you, sitting on his bedroom floor with both Divine Dogs curled up against your sides, completely unaware he had taken it.
When you asked why he'd kept it there, he'd simply shrugged.
"...I thought it was pretty cute.”
That was all the explanation you got.
Though it wasn't just you.
He photographed sunsets.
The ocean.
Shadows stretching across sidewalks.
His Divine Dogs asleep in warm patches of sunlight.
Half-empty convenience stores at one in the morning.
Anything that made him pause for even a second.
One afternoon, curiosity finally got the better of you.
"...What makes something worth taking a picture of?"
Megumi thought about it for a moment.
Then answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"...If I think it's pretty."
You never asked what he meant by that.
Looking back...
Maybe you should have.
—
The beach was quieter at night.
The crowds had long since disappeared, leaving only the distant sound of waves folding into the shore and the occasional laughter drifting from somewhere farther down the boardwalk.
The wooden planks creaked softly beneath your shoes as you and Megumi wandered without any particular destination in mind.
The salty breeze carried just enough chill to make you pull your sleeves over your hands.
"...Cold?" Megumi asked.
"A little."
He hummed before slipping the hoodie off his shoulders.
"...Here."
You blinked.
"...What about you?"
"I'm fine."
"You literally get cold before I do."
"...I'm fine."
"...Liar."
Even so...
You accepted it.
It still smelled faintly like his laundry detergent.
The two of you continued walking.
Passing empty benches.
Closed food stands.
A few street lamps casting long golden reflections across the ocean.
Nothing remarkable.
Just...
Comfortable.
—
You wandered closer to the railing overlooking the water.
The moon reflected across the waves in broken silver pieces.
"...It's pretty."
"Mhm."
"...I'm talking about the view."
"...I know."
You laughed.
"...You make it sound like you disagree."
"...I don't."
You rested your arms on the railing, watching the tide roll in and out.
Behind you...
Megumi quietly reached into his jacket pocket.
His phone.
The case was plain black.
No decorations.
No stickers.
No cracks.
He opened the camera.
For just a second...
He hesitated.
You looked peaceful.
Your hair shifted gently with the breeze.
The oversized hoodie sleeves covered your hands almost entirely.
You were smiling to yourself.
He wanted to remember it.
Just one picture.
...
Click.
The photo came out exactly how he'd hoped.
Without thinking...
He pressed the button again.
Flash.
The sudden burst of light lit up the boardwalk.
"..."
"..."
You slowly turned around.
"...Megumi."
He lowered his phone.
"...Hm."
"Were you..."
You narrowed your eyes.
"...Taking my picture?"
"..."
"...Maybe."
"...Maybe?"
"...Accidentally."
"...You accidentally opened your camera?"
"..."
"...And accidentally pointed it at me?"
"..."
"...And accidentally took two pictures?"
"...The flash was accidental."
You stared at him for a long moment.
Then...
A smile spread across your face.
"...No way."
"..."
"...You think I'm pretty."
His ears immediately warmed.
"...I didn't say that."
"You don't take pictures of ugly things, you even told me this last week!”
"..."
"...Megumi."
"...The scenery was nice."
You dramatically looked behind yourself.
"The ocean's over there."
"..."
"...You missed."
"..."
"...Interesting."
He sighed.
"...Can we keep walking?"
"No."
"..."
"I'm enjoying this."
You stepped closer, peering at the phone he was still holding.
"...Lemme see."
"...No."
"...Megumiii."
"...No."
"You definitely made me look bad."
"...You look fine."
"...Aha."
He froze.
"...What?"
"You said I looked fine."
"..."
"...That's basically a compliment."
"...It's a statement."
"Mhm."
"...You're smiling."
"...No, I'm not."
"You absolutely are."
"..."
"...You smile more around me."
"...Do I?"
"Mhm."
"...That's unfortunate."
You laughed so hard you had to lean against the railing.
Megumi looked away toward the water.
He wasn't fooling anyone.
Especially not when the tips of his ears had turned pink.
—
The teasing lasted all the way back to the parking lot.
"...Photographer."
"...Stop."
"I didn't know I was worthy of a photoshoot."
"...You weren't."
"Oh?"
"...It was one picture."
"You took two."
"..."
"...Three."
You gasped dramatically.
"THREE?"
"The last one was because you wouldn't stop talking."
"So now you're documenting me rambling? Good one.”
"...Evidence."
"I can't believe this."
"You'll survive."
"...You're keeping them, aren't you?"
He didn't answer.
Which...
Was answer enough.
—
Weeks later, you borrowed his phone to call yours after you'd misplaced it in the dorms.
As you handed it back, the edge of the black phone case caught on your sleeve.
It slipped loose.
A small, glossy photo fluttered onto the floor.
You bent down to pick it up.
It was the picture from the beach.
Not the one with the flash.
The first one.
Moonlight catching in your eyes.
Megumi's hoodie hanging loosely off your shoulders.
A tiny smile on your face as you looked out at the ocean, completely unaware he was watching.
You looked up at him.
"...You printed it?"
Megumi quietly took the photo from your hand.
"...Mhm."
Before sliding it back behind his plain black phone case.
"...I liked it."
"..."
"...You know..."
You smiled to yourself.
"...For someone who doesn't talk much..."
You nudged his shoulder.
"...You have a funny way of telling people they're important."
Megumi looked down at the phone in his hands.
"..."
"...Maybe."
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Yuji was fourteen years old when he met his grand uncle, Sukuna.
It was at his grandpa’s funeral. The sixty year old man was a towering figure with a gaze that could make anyone cower in fear. For a brief moment, Yuji was terrified of living with this man. His life had already taken a drastic turn after witnessing his grandpa take his final breath. How much more will change when he’s living under the roof of someone he barely knew?
But then, after the funeral, Sukuna had placed a firm hand on his shoulder, squeezed it in a comforting manner and said: “Let's get you home, brat.”
After that, Yuji was as close to Sukuna as he used to be with Wasuke.
Sukuna had his own way of raising him. He was strict when he needed to be. He never discouraged Yuji from being who he was. He pretended to be annoyed by his sunshine attitude but never told him off for it.
But Yuji also noticed that his grand uncle was a lonely man. Sometimes he would catch him staring off with a brief distant look before replacing it with his usual frown.
---
“He needs to get laid.” Nobara said bluntly.
Megumi paused from taking a sip of his coffee and made a face.
“Nobara, I'm serious.” Yuji muttered while chewing on the straw of his slushy. “I'm just worried about him.”
“Then set him up on a date.” Nobara whipped out her phone, pulling up a dating app and showing it to her friends. “Here. Seen some old ladies looking for a good time. Make his profile. I'm sure someone would message him.”
“I don't know…” Yuji said, unsure.
“When was the last time you've seen him with someone?”
Yuji looked up in thought. It's been four years since Sukuna took him in.
“…Never.”
“Exactly.”
---
“Uncle, look up!”
Sukuna, busy writing in a journal, looked up to Yuji and heard the sound of him taking his photo.
The elder man raised his eyebrow. “What are you doing, brat?”
“Nothing.” Yuji's smile stretched in a way that was too suspicious as his grand nephew waved at him and backed out of his study.
Sukuna merely narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Oh, there was definitely something going on.
---
“I knew it. You were up to something.”
Yuji flinched as his phone was snatched out of his hands.
“W-Wait! Uncle Sukuna—!”
“What is this?” Sukuna sneered, his wrinkles and frown lines even more prominent as he stared at the phone.
Ryomen Sukuna. 64. Single. With the photo Yuji had taken earlier—of him in his study, sitting on his desk, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone and eyes looking up at the camera.
“Brat.”
“I can explain!”
And the explanation Yuji gave him was not enough to cool him down. Yuji was sure he was about to get reprimanded by Sukuna in a way that not even his grandpa would think of.
“You dare interfere with my life?” Sukuna growled in a low, dangerous tone. “Delete this now.”
Ping!
Sukuna looked down at Yuji's phone. The mail icon on his profile showing a “1”.
Yuji was next to him, reaching over to press the icon. Opening the chat.
“Good evening.”
It was you. 60 years old. Your profile picture was a cropped family photo from a gathering. You were wearing a long, simple dress, a serene smile on your face, the crinkle in your eyes highlighting the soft lines on your forehead. Your grey hair tucked into your favorite hairstyle.
You were beautiful. Sukuna admitted.
And Yuji saw it. He saw the brief look of interest in his grand uncle's eyes and begged him to consider.
---
Sukuna had had his fair share of relationships. One night stands in his twenties. Something serious in his thirties. A few flings his forties.
But then his boredom took over. Sex was a chore. Flirting didn't interest him. He chose to ignore all the advances. Women batting their eyelashes, biting their lips, winking at him—he simply didn't care anymore.
But then Sukuna turned fifty and he felt off. He had achieved everything a man his age was capable of achieving in life and more than that. Yet, something felt missing.
It wasn't until he hit sixty and adopted his late brother's grandson when Sukuna realised something.
He was alone in this.
He was all alone in raising Yuji.
That's when the loneliness crashed into him.
Sukuna dealt with it the only way he knew how to—bury it deep within his mind and never think about it.
But the brat saw through him and despite Sukuna's reprimand for his actions—he found himself inviting you to coffee after a few exchange of words.
---
“Well, we're here—oh my god, grandma! There he is!”
You playfully glared at your granddaughter and shook your head exasperatedly, telling her to not point at people.
It was only fair that you fussed over her a bit since she was the one who set this all up. Your profile on that silly app on her phone and she eagerly showed you pictures of men around your age.
Alas, you think you are responsible for this too.
You always told your granddaughter to grow up surrounded by people who loved her. You knew what loneliness was. When you were a teenager, the father of your son had left you right after you gave birth to him. You juggled two jobs to raise your son in your twenties and thirties. But all that struggle paid off in your forties as you peppered his face with tearful kisses while sending him off to college with all the money you had saved, as you witness him marry the love of his life and welcome your beautiful granddaughter into this world.
But, despite the life you have lived, the aching gap in your heart left by that man was never felt. Your granddaughter saw it and urged you to look for love again. She wanted you to be happy just like her parents.
You always smiled at her, telling her that your time had passed to find love. But she was stubborn and persistent, telling you all the ways you could find someone for yourself. That these days it was easier.
So you reluctantly agreed to a dating profile.
And then one day, your granddaughter skipped over to you, showing you a candid photo of the most handsome man you had ever seen.
The longing in your heart only deepened.
---
You walked towards the man you were supposed to meet.
He was standing outside the coffee shop you agreed to meet him at.
You haven't felt this nervous since you were a high-school girl shyly gazing at your crush from afar. He didn't even look like he was 64—tall, broad shouldered and muscular. The only way you could tell he was around your age was his slicked back white hair with a hint of pink streaks and the wrinkles donning his tattooed face.
“… Mr. Ryomen?” You called out softly.
Sukuna turned towards you, red gaze locking with your own as he finally took in your apparence. You were wearing a long sundress with a jacket, pearl earrings and necklace and clutching a leather purse in your hands.
That cropped family photo didn't do justice to how pretty you actually were.
You smiled politely at him. “Good afternoon.”
Sukuna cleared his throat and nodded. “Good afternoon.”
Then there was an awkward silence. Neither of you knew what to do.
You tugged at your bracelet.
“I'm sorry if this is awkward, Mr. Ryomen. It's just—” You breathed out before admitting softly: “It's been far too long since I've done anything like this.”
Sukuna hummed, one hand slipping into his pocket. “It's… been a while for me as well.” He admitted stiffly but the way your shoulders relaxed in relief made his nervousness melt away.
You chuckled. “Far too much has changed these days, hasn't it? I never expected to meet you on these... apps.”
“Ha.” Sukuna snorted, his lips tilting in amusement. “I usually stay away from this nonsense but my brat of a grand nephew insisted and made my… profile.”
“Oh!” You gasped. “My granddaughter made mine!”
Sukuna found himself chuckling. “Ah, that would explain the girl standing behind you. She's been watching us with far too much enthusiasm.”
You turned to see your granddaughter standing across the road. She grinned and waved at you. You playfully gestured for her to leave.
“Don't mind her. She's just excited.” You said, turning back to him.
“Not at all.” Sukuna smirked. “I'm quite sure my grand nephew hasn't left either. If you spot a pink haired brat around here, just know that he's mine.”
You glanced around and easily spotted the pink haired boy with a black haired boy and a brunette girl watching the two of you. They tensed up when your gaze landed on them and quickly looked away, pretending like they didn't see you.
You burst into a hearty laughter.
“Oh, these kids.” You stated, but with a tone full of affection.
“Hmph. Tell me about it.”
You smiled at him, feeling a little bolder. “We can go inside and talk more about it, Mr. Ryomen.”
Sukuna smiled. Your heart leaping at just how handsome he was.
He stepped forward and opened the door to the coffee shop for you. “Just Sukuna is fine.”
“Sukuna.” You said, blushing softly when he placed his large hand on the small of your back and guided you inside. “Your name is lovely.”
Sukuna's gaze and smile softened at that. “And so is yours, petal.”
Scar and lex from the Valentine Extra on Patreon
Slightly spicy below the cut!
Quick sketch of Megumi cuz I wanted to see him with piercings how Gege intended, and also doing the tend of drawing whatever Pinterest tells u to:
Sukuna would eat you out on your period
The Chosen One
Note: this is written for when my MC was chosen for the student exchange program
Lucifer can already feel the incoming migraine from just looking at the stack of papers of the many applications submitted from the potential human exchange students. Only two humans are supposed to be chosen, and Solomon will be attending RAD as one of them. It's up to him to choose the second human exchange student. Instead of choosing another sorcerer or witch for that matter, Diavolo wanted to introduce their world to someone who isn't aware of their existence. Which leads to the creation of the advertisement of their academy made for humans to see. Although they claim RAD is located in Europe, that is just a front, and for now, Lucifer would rather not think about the human’s reaction to being deceived.
Lucifer decided to take a break now. He's not even thoroughly looking at the applications anymore, he doesn’t think he has the choice to do so since there are so many of them. Getting up from his seat, he begins to walk towards the shelves holding his collection of Demonus. Maybe a drink will calm down his headache with a shot of espresso to stay awake a while longer. The swipe of papers is heard, the gentle crash of sheets hitting the ground from their sudden fall. Oh, how he wished he had someone to blame for this. How will he unleash his anger and annoyance now?
Breathe in and breathe out. The stack must've fallen from the weird tilt they were placed in. Raising his hand, he channels his magic to levitate the fallen papers from the ground onto his wooden desk; blue sparkles glistening in the warm light of the room. With each paper floating back up, his focus is briefly turned into the slight change of the atmosphere of his office. There is this warmth, a type of warmth that is felt on a bright day with the heat of the sun hitting your skin. Then he sees a flash of blue.
With the will of his magic, he brings the sheet of paper closer until it lands on his hands. Bright blue, this human has blue hair. It's not uncommon for humans to change their hair color, even demons do it. However, this choice of color makes her stand out amongst every human he has seen so far. The shade of blue reminds him of the mix of blues and greens on the feathers of a peacock. He’s made up his mind, he’ll choose this human girl as the new human exchange student.
Obey Me Headcanon: Luke becomes emo
Before I explain myself, I want to establish how I believe angels age or in Luke's case since he's the only angel who's still a child (at least the only one who we know of). Luke is said to be at least 1,000 years old and is physically/mentally a 10 year old human boy, so every hundred years he ages an equivalent of 1 human year: 100years = 1year of age.
300-500 years into the future, either through the influence of the human world or even your influence (if you're alternative), Luke develops an "emo phase" at ages 1300-1500. He's still the same Luke you've known and loved just... trying to nonchalantly express himself as he grows up.
He goes all out: dying his hair black, experimenting with dark makeup, painting his nails, rebuilding his closet, etc. Even so, with his new look, no one can take him seriously. When the phase started, Luke let his hair grow and then attempted to tie it in a ponytail once it reached his shoulders (mimicking Barbatos), but it's so small it looks like baby hair. That's when he decides to dye his hair pitch black instead... however, he looks bald when his roots start to grow back.
For everyone, this phase has come from nowhere, but throughout Luke's life, he has been told and followed how to dress as an angel should (also Simeon dressing him as a grandpa). However, after being in the student exchange program and visiting the human world, he realized there is more than just the Celestial Realm.
The Obey Me Brothers' Lingerie Headcanons!
Lucifer
- Goes out of his way to pick very detailed, beautiful, delicate, expensive, and ethereal pieces that are perfect for you
- He even goes as far as ordering custom lingerie sets, as well as having fun with said customizations; basically self branding you
- Despite how valuable the pieces are, he may rip them apart when he's too heated in the moment
Mammon
- He gives money you to buy a pair, you don't even have to ask!
- He still accompanies you to choose one though
- With all his might, he tries to save up his money so he could buy you great things like lingerie
- Surprisingly, he isn't one to rip your lingerie
Leviathan
- The lingerie sets you get from Levi are handmade by him!
- Levi already has the skils to handmade his cosplays, but once you come into the picture, he develops a new hobby of making lingerie pieces as he thinks of you. Although he keeps it a secret for a long while
- Due to all the time and effort he's put into these pieces,he doesn't dare or think of ripping them apart
Satan
- Has fallen in the same habit of only getting the BEST lingerie sets for you...
- even getting them custom made for his guilty pleasure of pet play (kitten edition (^人^)
- He does sometimes rips the lingerie pieces but mostly by accident
Asmodeus
- He would totally go shopping with you to find you a set (and one for himself obviiii)
- He does surprise you with lingerie pieces if you skipped on the last shopping spree
- He was the one to get you out of your comfort zone
Beelzebub
- If you value the lingerie pieces you buy, DON'T WEAR THEM FOR BEEL
- Beel is indifferent of lingerie, but he still appreciates it if you wear one for him however...
- He will RIP THEM APART! This also applies to any other piece of clothing you are wearing
Belphegor
- Belphie is also indifferent about lingerie but has appreciation for certain sets
- He doesn't rip them apart as he's too lazy for all that
- With Belphie, you are able to keep the lingerie on since he just pulls it to the side
