heyo and welcome! here to drop a few things in a pin real quick, i am okay with doing some requests so long as it's for the specific fandoms down below!
requests are open and mind you the request can be sfw or nsfw for reader/self-insert as of right now. i'm fond of writing sweet things, but also angst. :) everyone is also more than welcome to just babble about whatever. i talk a lot in the tags of my works so i hope the tags are fun for ya'll! o/
as someone in their late 20's and with how i will every so often write NSFW content i do not ask for much, but for the love of everything do not follow or interact if you are a minor.
fandoms;; i'll most likely add on more fandoms if i really feel like it or get a spark for em tbh!
Fate Series (mostly FGO)
Fire Emblem, please note if I have not played the game/route for the character requested have another in mind jic!!
Overwatch
Granblue Fantasy
Obey Me! & Obey Me! Nightbringer
Twisted Wonderland (SFW & Silly Things Only)
Seduce Me The Otome
Mystic Messenger [up to 707′s route]
Genshin Impact
Jujutsu Kaisen (specifically my mains of nanami, ijichi and gojo)
Nu: Carnival
Our Life: Beginnings & Always
Boyfriend Dungeon
Arcana Twilight
FFXIV
fun facts i guess:
also know that i work around 40-hour weeks and between my health and resting it might take me a bit to get some requests out unless i really have the energy to go ham.
name: ring | she/they | avid fan of just making random sounds the mario music being my top ones
writer's blurp: wow! i still adore cloud with all of my heart. he's just a little guy, my little dude, everything he makes the sad little face in the FF7 Remake i just want to....wrap him in a blanket and give him lots of kisses.
It's odd, but there's something to be said, about how content Cloud is, despite everything to simply just feel your warmth, love, and affection for him.
When you ensure he's alright, stubbornly hold his hand when he isn't. Helping him when he sees the past in the present. Or seeing something that isn't there.
Calling him a dork when he stumbles in communicating with others, even with you. You're kind enough to still let him try to sort out his words, assuring him that if it's hard right now then he can always tell you when he sorts it out.
When you laugh and smile at him, even in combat when your safety causes him to panic, and become an unmoveable roadblock to your continued assistance. You simply smile, laughing while reaching out to hold his hand.
You are warm, smiling, and laughing. Despite everything, you are still here. You do things to his heart that Cloud isn't sure how to react to, but he holds your hand even tighter in these moments. If he holds on as tight as he can, then you won't vanish into the fire and smoke either.
There's also a comfort, that comes with simply being near you.
The you who stubbornly makes sure to stick to his side and not let him be alone, and you babble. About the day, the stars, and everything else, your voice helps to lull him to sleep.
The you who makes sure to drag him out to do things despite how he says he wouldn't be good at anything involving people. To how you simply bring out a smile in him, to how he will genuinely laugh, and sometimes reach out for your hand without you holding your hand out for his.
To how you kiss his cheeks, or his hands after a fight. Because a kiss can take away all small hurt's, and replace it with a warm feeling.
There's something to be said, about how you make Cloud feel content about everything, so he promises to keep this small piece of happiness he's found safe.
↳ summary: while your relationship with levi isn't a secret, it's never really been mentioned on stream, so when you call each other something sweet and kiss while levi's streaming his fans go wild.
↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Leviathan (Obey Me!), Streamer Levi, Established Relationship, Levi's Fans LOVE The Two Of You Together.
writer's blurp: wow! it's been a hot minute since i've had a chance to write and hop on! so here ya go!! a silly little cute thing for streamer levi and his partner where his fans are so excited to learn that the two of you are together.
leviathan was doing a little sub-a-thon, and his fans were very happy to see leviathan currently streaming so much at once. between new games, classic games, and some anime watchalong's everyone was having a great time.
though nothing was made better whenever you appeared in leviathan's streams, his fans loved watching how he would perk up whenever you appeared.
his excitement, how you responded to his gushing about the game, or just sitting and talking to him along with the chat. bringing him food and checking up on him everyone had started shipping the two of you.
something that flustered leviathan to no end, resulting in him becoming a stuttering mess while you would smile, leaning against him and making chat go even more crazy.
it was also cute to see levi lean against you in return. with his cheek against your shoulder or head, it was sweet to just see how comfortable and happy he looked whenever he is near you.
his chat swears that they could hear him make little content and sweet noises when he's close to you. one's that you'd hear when someone is dating or courting someone they really like! levi would become a right, blushing mess and shoo you out while you laugh.
so during the last few days of the sub-a-thon to see you appear is normal, levi hadn't been having a good time in the current fight. having to redo it and the puzzle before it far too many times already that he was starting to get irritated.
but, when you come into the camera's view you have something to eat and a drink. you talk to levi and he responds, his voice quiet, but still able to be slightly picked up by his mic.
it's when you lean down and give levi a kiss, carding your fingers through his hair, the content little sound of happiness the action before you speak.
you call him a pet name, and then love. to which levi smile somehow becomes even bigger and he responds in turn.
what really makes everyone start caps-locking is seeing the two of you kiss.
chat goes wild, donations coming in large enough to trigger the tts and makes levi snap back to the fact that oh he is live right now.
"OMG! when did the two of you start dating!?"
"THE SHIP IS REAL!"
"HOLY SHIT!!!!! DID WE JUST WATCH THEM GET TOGETHER?!"
"congrats leviathan!!!"
"HOLY SHIT HE GOT A PARTNER BEFORE ME?!"
leviathan is a mess, and you look just as red in the face as well while leviathan speaks.
"w-we've been dating for a while now! we just haven't been super lovey on stream-- ahhhh!!! how embarrassing!!!"
the two of you were trending on social media, his fans adoring the fact that the two of you have been dating. congratulations, and folks were excited that you two are an item, shippers had a hay day in showing their joy.
you and leviathan's brother's found even more fun in it. your relationship wasn't a secret, but somehow it had gone unnoticed. with some of the brothers saying that the two of you are sickly sweet and loving, you agree with these posts while levi responds by saying that he's covering his face.
you would occasionally now post little pictures of you and levi on dates. levi would have you on stream more often, sitting closer to you than he would have allowed before even holding your hand.
still love lucifer's struggling single-parent energy he has at times, but also just how much he loves his brothers and takes care of them-- his soft proud moments are so good.
↳ summary: like a canvas you allow him to paint you in his colors, and with each kiss he leaves a mark he leaves on your skin it brings a smile to his face.
writer's blurp: just a little asmo short i love em a lot, but gosh i haven't really written his own little short yet.
He wants to kiss you, touch you, and make it so you only have eyes for him. To say that Asmodeus is jealous of how close you are to Solomon would be putting it lightly, he can feel the want, the envy to have you by his side just as Solomon does. It isn't lust, just pure want, a need to know where you are, to know if you are okay, to have you by his side.
To have his heart sing as if he had never Fallen. To know if your heart sings just like his own, but he couldn't bring himself to ask you. To let you in so close, after you had seen such a side of himself-- the ugly wanting side of him for the things that slip through his fingers.
A home that is no longer his own, a past that isn't his anymore, and a new self that he had to learn to love. You hated none of it, reaching out with arms wide open, a gentle expression, and your usual stubbornness, and sharp words tucked away-- replaced with the acceptance, and kindness (love his heart whispered) that he needed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispered both with his own words and with his heart.
Allowing himself a moment to just want, to hold and hold you close against him. Could you feel how his heart tried to escape his chest? Can you feel the smile on his lips when he kissed the crown of your head?
Asmodeus couldn't bring himself to ask the answer to any of those questions. So when instead of asking to paint your nails, if he could use your neck as a way to see how his lipsticks look, and you say yes his heart hammers loudly once more in his chest.
You often humor him, and his brothers, but he could sense none of the usual teasing, or acceptance that you wouldn't be able to wiggle out of whatever plot might be brewing.
Acceptance, once again. Pure, and true acceptance.
Like a canvas you allow him to paint you in his colors, and with each kiss, he leaves a mark he leaves on your skin it brings a smile to his face. To see his colors, his kisses on your skin make Asmodeus fall for you all over again.
sorry for the lack of posts! i've been pretty tired + i wanted to do more work on my ship in a bottle (i may or may not have nicked my fingers a bit and got an earful for not wearing my glove like i should have), but if anyone would like to send in a request feel free to!
↳ summary: to let you touch his wings you didn't think he would allow, and yet here you stand, fingers moving gently through his feathers this familiar action... made your heart feel at peace.
writer's blurp: okay, but the thought of NB luci letting you mess with his wings makes me so soft. so here's a little short for that, it's not long, but also i just wanted the reader to feel homesick/find comfort in doing something familiar. so hopefully that came through well! o/
When you asked Lucifer if you could tend to his wings he said nothing, he simply looked at you before he continued on his way. The click of his shoes against the floor, and his voice following right after with today's list of tasks he deemed important to you seemed like an answer all on their own.
A very loud and clear no. In no way would this Lucifer allow you to touch his wings.
To let you close enough to his person... to touch something important to him. It stings, but while this is Lucifer, he is not the Lucifer you know. The Lucifer that you are so close to that he would allow you to touch his wings. This Lucifer... who would address you, and neither look your way nor see you it was fitting.
The Fall is still fresh, the loss of Lilith, and possibly his wings are still too fresh.
Yet to find yourself a few days later tucked away in Lucifer's room, to feel the feathers in his wings beneath your fingertips is enough to leave you feeling shell-shocked. While Lucifer goes about his work, you simply stand there his feathers gently brushing against your fingertips making you smile.
Gently, ever so gently you start tending to his wings. Softly, delicately with every touch dripping with a reverence that you hope Lucifer can feel.
To let you touch his wings you didn't think he would allow, and yet here you stand, fingers moving gently through his feathers this familiar action… made your heart feel at peace.
It made you feel that despite being in the past, you are home. Despite how none of them know you, they are still home to you. Despite everything, you could find comfort in the little things you could do for them.
okay!! masterlist updated and hopefully, with the dividers, i added between what fandoms I've written for will be a nice addition! if not i can def change it!
↳ summary: Tail wrapped around your leg, Leviathan rubs his face against your neck. It's still so odd, how you can smell like nothing, but smell like everything important to him all at once.
↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Leviathan (Obey Me!), Finds Comfort In Your Scent, Then Levi Dozes Off, Nightbringer Setting.
writer's blurp: mr. levi time!!! with mammon and beel having a short for this scenting/nesting stuff i'm writing so i really, really wanted to write one for levi!
Your chatelaine seems to have something new added to it every day. From the things that you need for working day to day, to little things that one wouldn't think to carry. Leviathan could ask for it, or find it easily on your chatelaine.
One chain stood out more than the others. On it are silly little trinkets that you wouldn't need. Little things that are from Solomon, Luke, and Simeon dangle off that chain, cute little things all radiating some form of protection.
A sweet gesture, speaking levels of care, but to see such a thing-- really makes him envious of them. He could also give you something, but then his brothers would follow suit, and the envy he would feel if they gave you something better would be... destructive.
So he ignores how envy burns inside him, smooshed his face as close to your stomach as possible, trying to avoid pushing his horns into you. After some time he eventually just ends up laying on you, all while you run your fingers through his hair.
It's funny, how easy it is to feel comfortable around you. How easy it is to feel like Leviathan is just... him. That he can be comfortable as a demon, that despite everything he isn't wearing another skin, he's still himself, just changed to adapt to the world he is in now.
Adapt. A very human description. One that he doesn't hate, despite how he grumbles, how he hides his face away while you smile and stay by his side.
It's funny how comfortable, and safe he feels around you. Warm, comforting, and above all his first friend in the Devildom. His Henry.
Looking out for him in small ways makes his heart weak towards you. His face burns, and he becomes a mess. An adorable and sweet mess you would say to him, and make him even more flustered.
Tail wrapped around your leg, Leviathan rubs his face against your neck. It's still so odd, how you can smell like nothing, but smell like everything important to him all at once. Home, safety, warmth-- everything he associates with his brothers, yet you were not a part of their Fall.
You stand before all of them wrapped up in a tight little bow, then given a title asking to watch over them. Angels were told never to trust a snake, but with how gently you treat him and his brothers it feels right, and before he noticed it he was less afraid of the snake taking him away from his family and wanting it to stay.
Having you here, felt right. The Leviathan's tail coils around your leg even tighter, tighter, and ever tighter... as if with its tail alone it could keep you here, in this little safe space for the two of you.
Leviathan wakes up, startled not realizing that he had fallen asleep, and realizes that you lay asleep beneath him, arms wrapped around him and-- his scent entwined so well with your own that Leviathan finds himself flustered.
Leviathan couldn't will himself to move away from you, so he simply listened to the peaceful beating of your heart, while his own heart went wild.
Nuzzling into your neck again, dozing off once more Leviathan wonders if this is how the love interest felt in his VNs? Happy, warm and so, so horribly in love with someone who they would never tell?
Just this one, Leviathan would allow himself a moment. He felt happy and at peace and he laughed for just a moment his envy could be ignored.
↳ summary: random thoughts about how the boys might have reacted to you just vanishing due to the events of NB & how it affected the pacts with each of them.
writer's blurp: let's all get onto the train of wild shit happening with MC being away from the boys they know once again and how their handling it. hopefully, it won't be a timeline wipe lol
↳ Lucifer
◆ despite everything that makes lucifer what he is, it means little in the grand scheme. both power and pride are useless in the wake of your sudden disappearance.
◇ his fuse seemed short, but now it feels even shorter. horribly, and painfully shorter, but despite that, he is taking more care to check on his brothers if he is acting like this then he can only imagine how his brothers are handling it.
◆ it won't stop. he can't stop the pain of his pact mark. as if it had been ripped clean off your person like a band-aid. it hurts like it should, the painful reminder of your existence, and your warmth are gone for the moment. he waits for you, for someone who may never walk through those doors again, but he waits.
↳ Mammon
◆ the first to feel it and the one who hurts the most. the one who grabs at himself where the placement of his pact mark is on your person just trying to feel something in the sudden wake of the void left behind.
◇ if he isn't out looking for you then mammon can be found in your room either curled up in your bed d.d.d in hand while he tries to contact you somehow.
◆ it hurts. horribly, painfully and mammon wails. the void that digs into his being and grows a little bigger with each day, he cannot find you. with each empty brush of your bond that isn't answered back is soul-crushing. each day is another call he makes to hear your voice, each day he asks, voice broken where are you?
↳ Leviathan
◆ the burning pain was enough to wake him up. leviathan couldn't breathe, and he couldn't think. so he panicked, grabbing his d.d.d and calling the first person on his list while he tried to calm himself down.
◇ leviathan couldn't tell who it was who did come in to help him, but when they did he just clings to them. comfort, warmth, family, here and alive. all the things he couldn't feel from you. whoever came held him even tighter while he blubbered from too many emotions and fear.
◆ when it gets to be too much the loss of the pact mark and just feeling you just brush back when he needed it the most. it seeps into his bones, leviathan feels cold and lost like he's somehow fallen once again. he does what helps him feel the safest-- hides away.
↳ Satan
◆ it almost feels like he is being skinned alive, with how you are torn away from him. with the pact missing, you're no longer just a touch away to be felt-- he feels wrath like he hasn't since he was born.
◇ his wrath is quiet, it is carefully moving beneath his skin. satan sees how each of his brothers slowly one by one seeks out one another. your loss is felt by each one of them, a void that none of them can feel you through.
◆ some days are harder than others, and satan feels the small spot inside of him that held you so close to his heart just-- close itself off to not feel hurt, but sometimes when he swears that he could feel the tug of you calling for him.
↳ Asmodeus
◆ watching the mirror break right before him, followed by how his soul feels as if it's being torn apart. the pact he shares with you feels so, so faint he fears the worst.
◇ the worst being that you died. alone, away from him, away from everyone who loves you, but-- he can sometimes feel your warmth when he reaches out.
◆ as comforting as that should be faint warmth and whispers of you still being alive are cold comfort. even if he can just barely feel you... he wouldn't be able to help you wherever you may be.
↳ Beelzebub
◆ beelzebub drops everything and moves. transformed, and in pain, he runs home, he looks, and he looks, but he cannot find you. his whole self hurts, his heart most of all. another, another person he loves is-- no. no just because he couldn't feel you didn't mean that you were dead.
◇ the world around him seems to move so slowly, but he eventually stumbles to the planetarium to find belphegor curled in on himself, and the moment belphie says that he can't feel you. that you're just... gone beelzebub breaks down with him.
◆ beelzebub can't sleep, but belphie tries to help him. nothing tastes right, nothing looks right when he eats and his brothers worry even more. nobody knows what's going on-- nobody can find you and beelzebub blames himself for not being able to keep you safe. his brothers say differently they all failed, but... none of them has failed to keep a loved one safe as he had.
↳ Belphegor
◆ belphegor wishes that he was asleep when he felt it because it would have hurt less in a dream (or so he thinks). to be awake, to be gazing at the stars to watch one suddenly blink out of existence followed by pain-- it was excruciating.
◇ just like the star, you had vanished, taking a piece of belphegor with you. and when beel stumbles into belphegor's sight... he crumbles. the two of them breaking down together.
◆ even when belphegor sleeps he doesn't feel at peace, but some nights... he can see you or he thinks he might. the dreams are always fuzzy, but in those dreams, it feels like you're right there with him. that somehow you're safe even if none of them can find you, much less feel the bond each pact has made with you.
↳ summary: beel isn't sure of when it started, but at some point, he found comfort in your presence and scent.
↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Demon Attendant Reader, Beelzebub (Obey Me!), Finds Comfort With Your Scent, Puts You In His Nest, Nightbringer Setting.
writer's blurp: sweet boy beel's turn for a short. similar to my mammon short in the same vein as this one NB beel would probably appreciate the comfort and safety he could find with you very much.
The sound of your chatelaine is what draws Beelzebub's attention, and he watches you. Doing little things, putting stuff back in an almost perfect position, before nodding your head and moving on.
Little chores, little things you always do before leaving.
It was soothing, watching you go about your tasks. Stopping every so often to interact with his brothers, your expression and reactions are always a fun mix of emotions. From smiling, then laughing to frowning, and sometimes he would notice a lonely expression, one of longing before it was gone.
What did you miss so horribly to look like that? Would you tell him, or his brothers if they asked? No, probably not, and that in a way is heartbreaking for someone who listens to others and helps them, to neither accept help nor tell others what could be bothering you.
Beelzebub isn't sure when it started but at some point, he would seek you out when you would either arrive at the House of Lamentation or when you would be leaving for the night. Picking you up and taking you into his room. Ignoring the sounds of Levi, Asmo, and Mammon's whining he just smiled.
Content once he had you in his and Belphie's shared space. Setting you in the middle of his Nest, moving some things around here and there before joining you, curling up around you, and tucking his face into your neck breathing in your scent before dozing off.
It made Beel happy to wake up to either feeling your hands in his hair, or your quiet conversation with Belphie, who remained outside of the nest each time rather than joining when he would bring you in.
Beel had asked why he does this, your scent is comforting to him as well, but Belphie just laughed, smiling, his tail moving in his usual playful manner before he curled up to sleep never answering him.
When you leave, it's sometimes hard for Beelzelbub to just watch you go, he could hold onto your clothes, your chatelaine, or your hand. He could wrap you up and steal you away again-- you could stay in his room or the guest room you didn't have to go back to Solomon. But you wouldn't like that, and Lucifer would have another talk with him about trying to keep you in the house. Not in a bad way, but... having you in the same house would be nice.
Really nice. It just feels right, but Lucifer says no. Even if his brothers feel the same way.
So, Beelzebub reaches out to hug you, holding onto you and lets you go with one big squeeze before saying bye. Your scent lingering on his clothes and in his nest lulls him into a peaceful sleep.
Beelzebub isn't sure of when it started, but if he just so happened to start scenting you, it feels right like it does when he asks if you can live with them. Even when Mammon, Asmo, and Levi throw a fit, Beel cannot help the smile, while he pulls them into a hug.
He promises that he won't override their own scenting of you, and they start sputtering and deny it.
↳ summary: your heart, it beats underneath his ear. strong, stubbornly, in defiance despite the curse that threatens to pull all of you under. how wonderful, how terrifying the realization of just how heavy of a burden the heart is when one is in love.
writer's blurp: more solomon time because he is living in my brain rent-free. he's an interesting guy from what we do learn of him in OG OM and what we have learned with the bits & pieces from NB.
to watch you frozen in place, and then save you. to take you away, in hopes of keeping you safe from those you love hurting you. to take you to the one place where Solomon felt that he would be able to control the amount of danger you would be in...
how silly a thought it was. because he watched you fall with a smile on your face, and how his heart fell with you.
he failed.
he failed to keep you safe, and now he pours over books, both forbidden and from the very place he had taken you. Satan even went as far as to help share the burden, trying to find any way to help wake you up. Solomon just wants to protect humanity, to keep it safe, from the two worlds that have the power to change humanity's fate not with little ripples, but with the power to move mountains.
he doesn't wish to trick or hurt anyone, but that nagging fear that humanity could be threatened so easily-- is a hard pill to swallow, but maybe it should have been one he swallowed to keep you safe. rather than risking you as he did.
he understands your choice, why you chose to stand where you do when he asked if you would side with him, to chose to stand on humanity's side. he accepted it, because with you by his side, he knows you will always steer him right. with a groan Solomon leaves his books open, and his notes scattered while his feet carry him towards your room.
Solomon has allowed himself very little time to visit you, one of the brothers is always with you. Lucifer is the one to watch over you at night, the one who casts him a side glance, the silence hanging in the space between is strained, uncomfortable, and suffocating. after staring at one another for a moment with the silence between them Lucifer sighs, stands up, and begins to leave.
Lucifer stops for a moment, his lips move to speak, but his lips become a thin line, his words sealed behind his lips a hand on his shoulder is all Solomon is left with before the door closes behind Lucifer.
to see you lying in your bed, in the room that both of you know is your room in the future. pale, a sinking shell of yourself-- alive, but asleep almost as if you were Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.
a kiss, it would be wonderful if you would wake up from it. Solomon has toyed with the idea of one, but all he settles on is kissing your forehead, weaving his fingers between your own before laying his ear against your chest.
your heart, it beats underneath his ear.
Solomon can feel how his eyes start to burn, he can feel how he pushes your hand against his lips. each kiss a promise, a silent prayer to whoever is listening to please, please let you wake up. to let you come back to him.
strong, stubbornly, in defiance despite the curse that threatens to pull all of you under. how wonderful, how terrifying the realization of just how heavy of a burden the heart is when one is in love.
↳ summary: Monsters and Humanity have slowly started to interact with one another the lines blurring a bit, but still, both sides stubbornly remain in the past with some things. So when your peaceful life is suddenly turned upside down when a storm sweeps through, you find that a monster has crash landed into your life. Moreso.... crashing into your attic.
↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Harpy Mammon.
writer's blurp: had this floating around in my brain for a bit, i really just want to write some of the OM boys as monsters. first... a pretty birdy mammon.
The border between your world and monsters is as simple as a line of stones carved with runes. Parents would often whisper to their children horror stories, and reasons to never step over those stones no matter what the reason might be.
You would be safer to remain on the other side of those stones. Same for the monsters, they would remain safer on their side of the stones, but as time has slowly marched forward things have changed.
Monsters and Humanity have slowly started to interact with one another the lines blurring a bit, but still, both sides stubbornly remain in the past with some things. You're family has lived on the border between both worlds, and you've seen many monsters leave to trade, to live amongst humans, and even seen some humans do the same.
Yet you've never stepped across those stones into their world, after all, you feel as if what you've seen from monsters once they cross over is fitting to what lay on the other side. So when your peaceful life is suddenly turned upside down when a storm sweeps through, you find that a monster has crash landed into your life.
Moreso crashing into the attic, the wind and rain seemingly too strong for the monster to handle, and your roof was an unfortunate victim, but one you could live with. The monster seemed to be unharmed, a ball of puffed-up feathers, with a mixture of trilling and clicking. Piercing eyes watch you while you try you're best to cover the hole till the storm passes.
the monster in question is a harpy.
a very pretty one at that, and also very cautious of you, not that you can blame it. after all, if you suddenly had a crash landing into someone's house you would also be on high alert as well.
the harpy stays in the attic, tucked away in a corner far from the hole in the roof, surrounded by bundles of packed-up blankets and such that you didn't need in the springtime.
you assume it made a nest for itself to feel more comfortable and help to keep it from stressing out.
you couldn't get close to see if it was hurt, so you would simply poke your head up into the attic and look at the harpy, but the moment it started to puff up and hiss you would leave.
the storm lasted for three nights and four days, so to say that you were surprised to see the harpy in your room was very starting. it simply looked at you, dazed, before simply dozing off on your bed.
the harpy stuck around even after the storm, but there was always a good bit of space between the two of you. with the harpy watching you, and you just trying to do day-to-day things.
the harpy would sometimes trill, or chirp randomly at you. sometimes even when you were cooking, often stealing bits of whatever you might be cooking. a small blessing since you were unsure of when it had last eaten.
the harpy has taken to sleeping on your bed, a happy little ball of feathers and limbs on your bed during the day, and would sometimes carry some of your things up into your attic. during the day and at night.
to find that it was making a nest and the attic into its own little space was surprising, as you believed it would leave after the storm. yet it was making itself at home.
"hey, shouldn't you.... go back home?" you asked, the harpy making it turn away from making its nest to look at you. it blinked at you, shaking its head before smiling. the talons tapping against the wooden floorboards, tail feathers moving in a way that reminded you of a dance all while it walked over towards you.
a little sigh is all you hear before the harpy starts to nose at your hair, happy little trills and chirps.
"hmmmm, like it here. like you." hearing the harpy speak was shocking, as it had simply chosen to use only sound, its feathers, and expressions to communicate.
The Harpy's name you learned later is Mammon. A sweet guy, a huge dork in his own way, a lover of shiny things, but most of all a giant softy. Despite how big and bad he seems when he's all puffed up.
He would go out and bring you back little things. Trinkets, some wild game for dinner that night, or something that you could wear. He would puff up with pride right after putting it on you or seeing you wear whatever he brought home for you.
He could be a bit greedy for your time, and even greedier when it came to either sleeping in your bed with you or having you in his nest. Where he would ruffle his feathers, move things around and trill happily when everything was just right before curling up around you to doze off.
A smile on his face, and the cutest little noises to lull you to sleep.
In honour of Knot In My Name, the ‘Omegaverse is fucking up AI writing because they keep stealing fanfic’ fest, I’m doing some A/B/O prompts, because fuck AI scrapers.
First heat
I know we’ve only just started dating but my heat arrived and I need you
Scent marking
I stole your sweater because it smells like you and it makes me feel safe
“Please, I want your knot.”
Why is it that I, the only beta in this OT3/4/5+, am the only one who knows what to do?
Pack dynamics
I’m trying to get things done but you smell so good
Heat caught them by surprise
Our Alpha pack member is having their rut and we’re doing rock-paper-scissors on who gets to help them out first
“You’re so cute when you’re needy.”
Knotting toys
The pack has one coveted article of clothing they all share
Courting
“I didn’t want to bother you at work so I kind of got started without you.”
Nesting
I didn’t know Omegas could have such big dicks and now I’m all flustered
“I want [Beta] to take care of me.”
Heat bond
We met via the Knottr app for a casual heat hookup and oh shit you’re my crush
Deciding to let someone new into the pack
Dystopian A/B/O AU
I love you, but your heats are so intense and I need back-up
Cute scent-based nicknames
Fuck all that, we are strong independent Omegas who don’t need an Alpha
Silly ways to pass the time while being tied together by a knot
Heat/Rut agency
“You get a little stupid when you have your rut, it’s cute.”
Reciprocal heat
I know we’re both Alphas but I still want to climb you like a tree.
I have a specific A/B/O prompt in mind I’m gonna send you instead
writer's blurp: satan in NB is such a treat i just wanted to write satan just lost in his thoughts, not realizing that his mind's first thought of feeling comfort and calm is what takes him to the reader's home in the dead of night and they just cuddle.
From the moment he opened his eyes, the only thing he truly felt was Wrath. Anger overflowed, pouring out from him and slowly swallowing him whole. It's overwhelming, this anger, but also the faces his so-called brothers would make, pity, fear, and grief.
The calm that Satan could find, would never last. Wrath always simmered just beneath his skin, a reminder of what he is. Raw and new, a painful reminder of how pride was cast aside in wrath, and the grief that followed it.
So to meet you, and find that the Wrath which always bubbles underneath his skin has found a sense of calm was... surprising. Never did Satan assume that he would find such comfort, such peace with a Demon.
Your kindness and empathy never felt like a veneer. It simply felt very you.
Satan's thoughts are a jumbled mess, but he knows that he is in motion, and then he comes to a stop at the sound of your voice. His feet had carried him from the House of Lamentation to Cocytus Hall. His hand was still hanging in the air from where he had apparently knocked on the door.
"Satan? What's going on?" your voice is thick with sleep, but the clarity you tried to rub into your eyes and straighten up your posture at his appearance and lack of response.
Worry and warmth. To see it so clearly apparent on your face and with how you reach out to hold his hand pulling him inside.
Your room is what he assumes you've taken him to letting him sit on the bed before climbing around him to lie down. Patting on the mattress, calling his name once more and Satan finds himself unable to ignore how he takes up your space. Your hand carding through his hair, sometimes scratching his scalp while you swap between sleepy mumbling and a little song.
It makes his heart do, odd little flips. He could dwell on this feeling, but he knows the answer, and the word for what he feels, but he is unable to allow himself to say either of them so freely.
But for now, he will take the comfort, and warmth that you offer so freely to even him, and Satan will allow it to carry him into a peaceful slumber.
