havent been on this acc or at least havent written here since i was 17 (i am 20 now) but i had already decided that desire by leo was a belphie fic and i hear a symphony was a lucifer fic all those years ago so one day. i will be back to write and post those
i want to write for ikevil and i feel like this acc is the acc for it (otome game writing) but also the urge to just keep this as an archive for whatever i had up when i was 17 for om.... i genuinely wish i were joking but sometimes i think back and i think i peaked here at 17. i cannot write that lipstick or that jealous satan fic anymore it just wont come out of me
havent been on this acc or at least havent written here since i was 17 (i am 20 now) but i had already decided that desire by leo was a belphie fic and i hear a symphony was a lucifer fic all those years ago so one day. i will be back to write and post those
Ahh thank you for requesting Satan! I'm quite fond of this guy, so I enjoyed writing this!
Thank you for participating!
GN!MC x Satan with prompt Dream
Warnings: none!
You were sitting on the bed in Satan's room, listening to him tell you about one of the books he recently obtained. He was standing in front of you and the book in question was sitting on the bedside table. It was thick with a dark blue cover that was full of silver designs, the title written in a language you couldn't read. The pages were silver edged and a dark blue ribbon peeked out from its place in the middle of the book.
"It's meant to help with sleep," Satan was saying. "Especially for those who may suffer from nightmares. If you hold it, it will give you good dreams. It has the ability to determine what kind of dreams would be best for whoever uses it."
"Do you want to try it?" you asked.
Satan considered the book for a moment. "I think the chances of this magic being hazardous are fairly low, so yes. I think I would like to try it. What about you?"
"Let's do it together," you said, picking up the book. The cover was soft to your touch, though the book itself was heavy. You held it out toward Satan. He took hold of the other end, lifting some of the book's weight from your own arms.
You both stayed still for a long moment, but nothing seemed to happen.
"Did it work?" you asked.
"I'm not sure," Satan admitted. "We'll have to see what happens when we go to sleep tonight."
That night, you settled into your bed, thinking about the book's promise of good dreams. You really hoped it worked because wouldn't it be nice to always have good dreams?
You were tired as usual, so it wasn't long before you drifted into slumber.
You found yourself outside the House of Lamentation, in the garden. Satan was standing only a few feet away, his back to you.
You took a few steps toward him. "Satan?"
Satan turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you. "MC? Am I dreaming about you?"
"Wait, huh?" you said. "I thought I was the one dreaming about you."
Satan came closer to you, stopping just before you, a look of confused concentration on his face. "We're sharing the dream? Maybe it's because we both held the book at the same time?"
You were a little curious, too, but it wasn't like you could really do anything about it here in the dream world. You could worry about it tomorrow.
"Does it matter?" you asked, closing the space between you and him. "You're here and I'm here. That feels like a pretty good dream to me."
Satan met your eyes then. He lifted a hand to caress your cheek. "Indeed. I would classify this as the best dream I've ever had."
You leaned in to kiss him. Even in the dream, you felt the swell in your heart, the soft press of his lips, the flutter in your stomach as he reached out to hold you close.
When you woke the next day, you felt happy and refreshed. You found Satan later on in his room, looking through the pages of the dream book as he sat on his bed. He looked up when he saw you.
"I've been reading more to find out why we shared that dream," Satan said, a soft blush on his cheeks at the memory of it. "I still haven't found anything about shared dreams, but it does state that the book fills your good dreams with things that you love."
You crossed the room to sit next to him, letting your shoulder lean into his as you looked at the pages of the book open on his lap. "Well, in that case, I think you can safely say that this book works as intended."
Satan looked at you, a soft smile emerging on his face. He closed the book and set it aside, turning in closer to you and putting an arm around your shoulders. "I'm inclined to agree," he said before kissing you. And although this time you were awake, it still felt like a dream.
It was strange, it made him feel strange. He could not seem to control the anger he constantly felt, and as much as that pissed him off even more, he had come to terms with it. He just had to be upset when he was.
However, when you talked to him it felt like the time would stop for a little. His anger would disappear when you faced who he was, without a shred of annoyance or fear. It made him feel like he could understand who he truly was, when the wrath wasn't consuming him.
It made him feel as though he could in fact love himself.
So he doesn't need much at all. As long as you come into his room every once in a while to just hang out with him, or maybe even read a book with him, it was more than he could ever ask for. He loved your presence and he loved the way you were.
And he hoped that one day you would love him for who he was too.
oh my goodness I found this in my drafts I don't know how old this draft is.... I have read a little past 13 now and I actually don't know what I was talking about bc belphie is SO LOVELY SO PERFECT I THINK HE IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING AND GORGEOUS NOW I AM A CHANGED PERSON
okay I have said so much about how I will never see the appeal in belphie bc like why would you like a sleepy guy who tried to kill you once but I'm sorry. I SEE YOUR VISION BELPHIE STANS.
