Horny or Homicidal is the name of the game. || UNDER 18/MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW || I'll be blocking freely and at my discretion|| 20+ || I wanted to try my hand with some things a little out of my comfort zone amd farrrr off the vibe of my mains so here we are
“Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus were all swallowed by the dark crevasse…Normally they would have been as good as dead. But a certain somebody managed to save them. Isn’t that right, Barbatos?”
“You are correct, yes. I was able to revive the three of them using time manipulation magic.”
I've been pondering hygeine after being isekaied and I think the Ikemen Sengoku men would be a little freaked out if MC was "fully bald" (as in, had all her body hair lasered off so it never grows back). Even with benefit of doubt, I can't imagine that being common in the time period so imagine MC hasen't told them she's from the future yet so seeing they're all suddenly freaked out when undressing her for the first time. Most of them seem mid 20s+, and in my opinion, honorable enough to not sleep with a prepubescent child- which should be the only people with as little body hair as MC was showing.
"ARE YOU ACTUALLY A SUPER OLD- LOOKING, TALL CHILD?"
"The *SUPER* seems unecessary, thank you very much!"
"Okay, text me if you need anything. I'll be right back- Cruella de Vil."
"She wears red opera gloves- just admit you're running out of ideas."
"No."
Lucifer sighs again as you close the door behind you, jogging to get to the gates before Levi leaves for the store without you. This little game of yours had started last week after watching a movie analysis video. You'd been zoned out for most of the 2 hours, but one tidbit had caught your attention- people who wear gloves are often hiding secrets, and gloves are often worn by villains. Even after knowing him for this long, you couldn't ever remember seeing Lucifer without the gloves, so at dinner that night you'd called him "Elsa" . The mix of confusion and slight panic at not knowing what you meant was too good to give up so you continued.
It took him 4 days to figure out the glove connection (it was the "mickey mouse" that pushed it over), but you decided to stick to the bit, switching to only villains. It irritated him more than the 'mickey mouse' jab, but he still hadn't outright complained. And yeah he was right, there's only so many gloved villains you could name without starting to say "Bond villain #37 -", so you were going to make these last few count.
It had been a quiet night of studying in his room while he did paperwork, but it was getting late and you still had to shower. So you toss everything into a pile and head to Lucifer's desk.
"Good night, Prince Hans of the southern isles. Oh woe is me, my lover- a traitor! After my castle! Using gloves to conceal his identity when attempting to murder my sister!" Ok, yeah. Maybe you should have dropped the bit a week ago. You start to leave, but Lucifer calls out to you.
"MC-"
You wince- leather hitting you square in the eyes as you turned back to look at him. You were about to complain when you noticed he had hit you with his gloves.
And then you catch sight of his hands.
Even in this light, with shadows across them, you could see it all clearly. Lucifer watches you come around the desk to stand next to him, allowing you to take his hand into yours. He's quiet as you inspect it. Strong, pale fingers with perfect dark red nails- Asmo's handiwork. Calluses on his palm and fingers where he gripped his pens too tightly, one of them down the center - probably from the rope after tying Mammon up so often. You even noticed the way his fingerprints looped and arched.
And the scars.
So many scars.
You run your fingers over them, and as your eyes adjust to looking at his hand, you start to notice even paler- faded scars underneath the newer ones. There was no way to tell how or when he got them, but for them to still be visible the damage must have been deep. 4 in particular catch your eye, although they're the lightest yet- only a shade or two darker than his actual skin.
Along his pointer finger, the middle finger, and as you follow the two on his thumb circle around to his palm you realize why you recognize them. They're a perfect mirror to the ones you'd gotten during the play. All those nights training with a sword for the performance, either practicing the steps or fighting a Lucifer stand in. It had only been a fun game then. For Lucifer's to be this old-
I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.
Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.
The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.
It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”
Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.
And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.
Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.
There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!
Mc being a major political talking point in the Devildom has made then somewhat of a celebrity which culminates in them having a small subsection of dedicated fans that write like. horny fanfiction about them.
They find this out one day and post “I can’t believe people write fanfics about me lol” on whatever the Devildom version of Tumblr is and Leviathan dick-rides via reblogging and saying shit like “ROFL yeah RPF writers are so weird!! I mean, even *I* think it’s gross lolololol.” And writes a whole paragraph abt how invasive it is like he doesn’t have 30 tabs of various absolutely degenerate “MC x Reader” fics open in incognito.
Asmo makes apple slices for you, cuts his finger, whines for your attention and to kiss it better, but like he literally didn't cut himself you can see he's not bleeding
Literally crocodile tears mascara& eyeliner running down his face hes sniffling and everything but u look at his finger and hes literally fucking fine he just wants u to stop doing whatever ur doing so u can give him attention and dote on him etc etc
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