She/her pronouns, just a writer who desires to share her stories, poems and/or songs : D I also take a lot of freedom in my writing and criticism is welcome if you desire to comment.
Feel free to send me headcanons or even request if you want as well!! My inbox is always open!
Fics: One shot
Note: Each fic has its own warnings in the post itself.
The passing of time: One by one, the brothers start to notice how Mc changes as time goes by.
A nightmare come true: After being attacked by a demon and trying to hide it away, Mc is faced with a harsh truth…how truly weak they are.
A devilish trip: The brothers decide to take a trip to the beach. It’s all fun and games until a demon decides to ruin it.
Happy birthday Levi!: Just a fluffy fic for best otaku Levi!
Another kind of family: Satan thinks of Lucifer as his dad, but does Lucifer think the same?
You shine brighter: A diavolo x asmodeus fic (recommend reading the headcanons for this beforehand)
An Angels Promise: In which Luke starts doubting the Celestial realm, and wondering if perhaps, he should have stayed right beside Simeons side. Wherever that might be.
Fics: Multiple chapters
Note: In the first chapter you can find links for the other chapters.
Scarred: It’s time for the next step in Diavolo’s plan to unify the realms. But, in order to work, the demons would be subjected to confront their worst fears, and in some cases, who they are Mc. (Status: Completed)
Seven stages of love: Ever since the Celestial War, since they all fell, Asmodeus has dedicated himself to his sin. Not caring about anything else, but drowning himself in the pleasure and ecstasy of it all. But not anymore, now he cant even handle the idea of it. But, what else is there to want? After so long of having indulged in his sin, what is there than Asmodeus is looking for, something that will fill him, and that wont drive him to destruction? Perhaps his brothers can help him with that.(Status: Completed)
Headcanons:
Mc that is into historical costuming
Asmodeus x Diaviolo
Cuddles with Satan: Not really headcanon but more just inner desire lmao
How the demons bros would asks you to marry them: Part one
How the demons bros would asks you to marry them: Part two
General relationship headcanons for Satan and Asmodeus
Single father Lucifer AU:
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Mammons birthday bonus
First drabble
Mc turns into an animal a week after the paws and claws event
Lucifer, Beel and Belphies reaction to an Mc that plays with their pen
The boys with an Mc who cant seem to fall asleep
The boys in quarantine
The brothers when you tell them want to be in a poly relationship with them
The brothers when they find out you also like Simeon and Solomon
Asmo with an Mc that doesn't particularly care about self care
Poly scenarios with Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, Belphie, Simeon and Solomon
hii, love your fics!! i have some feedback though, by saying stuff like "your brushed hair" and "your red cheeks" you're stating that the reader had straight hair and a fair skin, making it less inclusive, styled hair gets the same point accross but is less exclusionary and warm cheeks/describing that the blood rush to their cheeks is another alternative
I didn't think about it that way! I tried being as vague with that stuff but I totally see your point there! Next time I write something like this, I'll make sure to look out for those. Thank you so much!
Summary: After months of sleeping with Miguel as his own personal stress toy, you finally mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. All you could hope for was he would show up and you two would have a lovely evening. Of course, that was just too much to ask from someone as cold as the spider-man from your universe.
TW: Smut, cursing.
Note: I know i normally only write for obey me but..i just had to write for this man...
Word Count: 10,081
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“…so”
You started, eyeing Miguel carefully from across the desk. The only sound in the room being the noise of your pen clicking against the clipboard in an attempt distract yourself from the growing sensation of dread.
“¿Si?” Miguel answered, his eyes glued to the screen in which another universe was being shown. Apparently there had been some recent trouble of an anomaly in the place. Although it had been taken care of, from what you heard, he was making sure there wasn’t any residue or another anomaly they had to take care of that would endanger that specific universe or others.
“The new restaurant in my town opened. Apparently is very good and kind of upscale.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes going from the clipboard to the man’s back. “I was wondering if you would like to come with me.” You finally asked.
It was a far-off chance he’d agree. Although your little ‘arrangement’ had been going on for a few months now, that didn’t mean the man was in any way or form sentimentally attached to you. He was always working, either on the technicalities, management of the society, or being his own universe Spider-man, he was always busy. The stress had started taking a toll on his body and mental state, and you let him use you as a way for him to take out all that vent up stress. It started as a once off thing. He was stressed, angry, disappointed, and downright desperate after a anomaly escaped and his useless team had failed to locate it. Neither of you meant for that to happen, but in the moment, he just latched onto your lips and one thing led to another, with the man taking out his frustration on your half naked body as he pinned you against his desk, hips slamming into yours as moans filled the room.
That had gone on for almost an hour before he was interrupted by Lyla, the hologram appeared beside his shoulder and stating that they had found some information. He had basically forced himself to finish so he could get back to work. But after that he seemed more…calm. At least he didn’t chew out the team of spiders when they came back from the mission. Neither of you both address what had happened in his office that day for a few weeks. But it was far from the last time it happened.
A couple of weeks later he had come back raging from a villain that had vested him. This was in his own dimension, and for some reason, the fact that he had been up against universe destroying entities and come out victorious, made it stung for the man the fact a stupid ‘villain of the week’, had managed to get an upper hand on him. You didn’t even get to say a word as he finished placing a warm cup of Cuban coffee on his desk, when the man turned you around and started kissing you desperately. This time, though, it wasn’t against the wall. And your time together wasn’t interrupted. The man was insatiable. All that rage and strength made him relentless, and he just kept going no matter how many times the both of you came undone. You had to spend the night in the night in one of the empty rooms in the office. There was no way you could walk home after he took you in such a way. The third time was when you proposed the deal. This time it hadn’t been in his office or the workplace. This time, while getting settled for a late-night movie session, the man appeared. He had come through your window, and there were wounds all over his torso, his suit ripped and even the mask had taken some damage, which meant his face would have also taken some damage. After helping disinfect and bandage the wounds, the two of you stared at each other in silence. Only for him to latch onto your lips. The kiss started a bit softer, but it slowly grew. You allowed him once more to take his disappointment in himself, his anger, rage and worries on your body. With someone as powerful as him, he could certainly do a number on your poor body, much smaller than the others, but damn it did not matter when he was making you feel that good and you were just oh so close to him in that moment.
It was the first time he stayed close to you after the two had been together. Just cuddling you into his chest as you struggled to get your breath back and rest enough before getting into the shower. After that, you asked him if he was more at ease. When his response was affirmative you couldn’t help but feel almost…giddy. Someone like yourself, a simply human, being able to take on such a powerful and strong man and not only making him feel good but helping him with his worries trough you. Yeah, that made you feel special. So, you caved at your own desires. And the arrangement was made. Whenever he needed something or someone to help him trough his emotions, to help ease his worries and to make him feel good, you were there. And the man certainly took you up on your word.
Of course, this was mutually beneficial. You both got what you wanted, and the next day, in front of everyone, you´d act like nothing had happened and carry on work like normal. Unless he needed to use you again. In which case you were more than happy to give him what he needed wherever and whenever as long as no one caught the two of you.
That had been going on now for the last five months. Some very delicious five months. But lately…you have been craving more than just the physical satisfaction, While the nights with him were still extremely satisfactory you wished the man would be a bit more…romantic. Sometimes the best part of the night was watching him sleep soundly next to you after you both had your fill. His handsome face finally relaxed. The permanent frown he wore to all the other spiders finally gone and almost a soothing expression appeared in its place as soft snores filled the room and you watched the man sleep. It didn’t take you long before you realized you were in deep shit. And you wanted more than just the sex he had been offering up until now. Hence, why you were making a futile attempt of getting to meet the man outside of his job for reasons other that your usual activities.
“What time?” Miguel asked once more without turning around. Although, the fact he had asked that gave you a silver of hope. Maybe he would go…
“Eh…any is fine. How about 7:00? We can meet there if you’d life.”
After a moment of pondering the man finally answered.
“Sure. It seems like things are calm in the multiverse and here too. I suppose I can make the time.”
Your heart leaps in your chest. ‘Yes! We got a date!’ You couldn’t help but cheer to yourself internally, wide smile showing as the clicking of your pen grew faster.
“G-Great! I’ll see you tomorrow at seven then!” You beamed, feeling excitement grew before you frowned a bit. “Unless I see you tonight as well-?” You asked, unsure if the man had plans on dropping trough your window like he usually did. You stared at the man, and you could have sworn there was almost a smile on his lips.
“Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You chuckled at that.
“Ya, ya, okay.” You smile at him. “Goodbye, Miguel.”
And with that, you finished organizing his papers before going out of his office. Not before saying goodbye to some of the spider-people you usually mingled with. After saying bye to them, you returned to your place, feeling giddy and excited all over on the prospect of seeing the man tomorrow.
The next day rolled up. The date fell right on your day off, so, for the most part, you couldn’t do anything other than to excitedly and anxiously wait for the time to come. The nerves betray you for some reason and only let you eat just a little. You started getting ready two hours before the time came for you to leave your home. You couldn’t help but be excited at the idea. This was Miguel, after all. The dark, brooding, almost cynical man that everyone in spider society respected and some even feared. He was their boss, at the head and in charge of taking care of the entire multiverse. He was also your universes spider-man. A powerful and strong man. He was also, under all the stress, anger, and sadness, he was caring. You had seen that side of you. It was inevitable. With how many nights and days you had spent together, you started to see behind the stoic façade. Well, it wasn’t really a façade, but there was more to Miguel than meet the eye and…you wanted to be with him, and not just sexually.
Finally, the time rolled. You give yourself one last look in the mirror before taking your stuff and finally making your way to the restaurant. You arrived a few minutes earlier, which was fine, you didn’t mind waiting, Once seated, you brought out your phone, checking yourself in the reflection before smiling to yourself a bit. The nerves were starting to eat through, but everything would be fine, it would be a hell of a time. After making sure your hair was still like you brushed it, you unlocked your phone and searched for his contact. Shooting a quick text.
‘Miguel, I’m already at the restaurant, so don’t worry about picking the table. See you in a bit.’ – 6:58.
You smiled at the text before humming to yourself. A waitress approached you, and you decided to start things off a bit early, getting yourself a glass of whine while you waited for the man. Once the wine arrived, you carefully sipped on it, distracting yourself with both the wine and your phone until Miguel arrived.
Except, it was already 7:23, and your boss had yet to arrive. You were starting to get angsty. He must be running late, right? You checked your phone and noticed the man hadn’t been online in the last 3 hours, Okay, that explained why he hadn’t answered your text. Unlike you and everyone, it was like that man never took a break, He must had gone to HQ today as well and was now running a bit late. Yeah, that must be it. You’d give him a few more minutes and maybe shoot another text. Yeah, you were a bit impatient, that was all.
‘Your sit is getting lonely without you.’ – 7:35
‘Well now I’m the one starting to get lonely.’ – 7:49
‘I’m starting to get worried here. Did something happen?’ – 7:58.
‘¿Holaaaa?’ 8:05
“…malditacea.” You cursed under your breath. Deleting the next text, you were planning on sending the man. It was nearly 8:30. And you were on your fourth glass of wine. “…he really just stood me up.”
You whispered to yourself. Disbelief coating your every word as you looked down at your phone. There was no sign of the man at all. The city was also calm. Was there a mission? Maybe…its not like the civilians working for them knew all about the missions, surely it was a last-minute thing and he couldn’t contact you. Yeah…yeah that must be it. After a beat, and a few more seconds of hope, you sighed to yourself, looking at the clock. Yeah…he…he was going to show up tonight.
‘I’m going home. Hope everything is alright.’ – 8:29.
After asking for the check over the wines, you made your way back home. Trying with every fiber of your being to rationalize what had just happened. Surely there was an explanation for all of this. He would surely call you the first moment he could and explain everything to you. Maybe even offer to make it up to you. There…there was no way he’d stood you up or ghost you intentionally, right?
That night, you barely catch a wink of sleep. Thinking of the evening and the fact he hadn’t shown up. It wasn’t until the very early hours of the morning that you finally managed to get some sleep. And it wasn’t until the next day afternoon that you woke up. Your tired body refused to get up from the bed. It would be better to just stay there, you didn’t have work until tomorrow either way. Although, there was just enough energy for you to grab your phone from the nightstand and check it.
Still nothing from Miguel. Your heart tightened around your chest, and tears prickled your eyes. Even if there were no notifications you still decided to unlock your phone and check the news. It didn’t seem to report any attack or spider-man appearances the night before. Then you checked the texts. Just in case you told yourself. But…you kind of wished you didn’t. Apparently, Miguel had been online a few hours ago. Not only that, but he had read your messages at the time he was only. It appeared he had hopped on the chat around 11:00. But there was no response yet…
‘Don’t you dare cry!’ You hissed to yourself. Closing your eyes tightly, you didn’t know what you felt more. If humiliation, sadness, or just pure anger. Internally you cursed yourself, before throwing the phone back into the nightstand, covering yourself from head to toe with the covers, trying to hold back the tears as much as possible. There…there had to be an explanation, he wouldn’t just leave you in seen like that. Even if you two were just ‘fuck buddies’, he cared about you, right?! At least you hoped he did…you’d just have to ask him tomorrow, and hopefully, everything would be cleared up. But for now, for now you just wanted to fall asleep again.
*********
The noise was getting to your nerves. You really pondered staying today at home after the night rolled and there still were no signs of Miguel. But you couldn’t afford to let your feelings get in the way of work. Besides, if you saw him today, there would certainly be a conversation about what had happened. He would surely apologize. As cold as the man could be, he was also polite, he wouldn’t be the type to say yes to a date and then never show up…even if that was exactly what he did.
You shook your head from those thoughts and sighed. Your hand hovered over the control panel. You took perhaps a few seconds too long to type in the passcode to his office. And those around you were starting to notice. You took a deep breath, trying to still the nerves and sighed. You’d just act casual, and not upset. He would surely bring it up on his own. Maybe even propose to make it up…
After a beat, you finally typed in the passcode, entering the others office, and allowing the door to close behind you. The difference between outside and inside the office always meant you have to take a few seconds in order to adjust to the dark. And the sudden deafening silence that was only contrasted by the beeping of machines or Miguel typing something was the only thing making the place seem active. You saw the platform move, and once it was on the floor, you hopped in.
The first thing you noticed was how messy the office seemed, There were papers scattered everywhere, the trashcan had been flipped over, the chair was laying a good four feet away from the desk, and talking about the desk, it had several dents around its surface. You frowned at that. Certainly, that wasn’t there when you were last here. But for now, you simply ignored it, focusing your eyes on the man standing in front of the monitor. Once more, his back was turned back on you. Except this time, you couldn’t see his face at all.
“…m-morning, Miguel.” You started, glancing carefully at the man before clearing your throat. “I brought you your coffee.”
You continued, placing the cup in the desk, making sure to place it in an undamaged area just in case. Now you stayed silent, watching the mans broad back once more. Who had yet to acknowledge you or said anything at all. Your nerves started to pick up again. The usual tick kicking in as you started clicking the pen rapidly.
"Uh…Miguel?”
You spoke once more, this time, at the very least, earning a low sound in response and the man to move his body ever so slightly to look at you. There was a deep glare, frowning, and his eyes were bright red, making you swallow as you starred at the man. Oh, he was pissed. You simply blinked in his direction, the clicking sound still filling the room as you starred at him, only for the man look back at the screen in front of him. There was some kind of video being displayed over it, but from your position you couldn’t make it out. Although, you had a feeling you already knew the kind of video that was playing…
A father can never forget their little princess after all.
You simply swallowed once more. Normally his irritated, pissed, angry, raging or stressed mannerism or reactions didn’t bother you. Yes, at first you did think the man was scary, but as time went on, you couldn’t help but find him kind of…hot when he was angry, and thankfully, he rarely ever directed that anger towards you, only being snappy and rude at times but he quickly calmed down with you and just focused on his job. That was until your…arrangement started. After that it became even hotter when he was angry, because now instead of getting snappy or rude, he’d simply slam you against the wall and started kissing you fervently. Just the memory of it caused your knees to weaken. But right now, there was no time for that.
Miguel might be pissed right now, but you had every right to be as well! You waited almost two hours for him to show up and the damn man didn’t. You had every right in the world to be pissed off! But you simply sighed. ‘Something must have happened’. You reason with yourself, before trying to put on the usual smile just as you saw Miguel turn around towards the board.
“Did you…do anything this weekend?” You questioned, maybe he was just ashamed and didn’t want to bring it up, but he couldn’t escape from it forever.
“No.”
That was his answer. Once more without turning around, without giving you any sense that you mattered in any way…or that he even remembered your plans.
“R…R-Really?” You spoke once more, the clicking became faster. “No…villain here or a-an anomaly in in the multiverse? Any special missions?” You chuckled, a bit nervously.
“Nope. Nada de nada.” His voice was…neutral. Almost empty. And that…kind of bothered you. If there was really where no pressing matters, then why did he…?
“…Miguel-“
“Just get to the point, will you? I’m very busy.” He snapped, glaring at your direction once more, only for his spiderweb to be shot in your direction, wrapping around the pen, and snapping it right out of your hand. “…that’s getting annoying.” He hissed. And now you didn’t know if to be pissed, scared, or just leave the room altogether and come back once he was in a better mood. You took a beat to answer, a frown decorating your features before looking away, hugging the clipboard against your body for a moment before sighing.
“…you didn’t go to our date.”
You started, almost a bit shy, feeling perhaps just a little silly as you looked down. You awaited his answers anxiously.
“…date?” He asked. “I never agreed to a date. Just dinner.”
Your heart almost snapped in half at that, eyes going wide as you looked up to the large figure in front of the monitors, The light from them was hitting him from behind, making it harder to see his features. It didn’t help that he was wearing the spider suit which surrounded him in a dark color as well.
“…what-?”
“I agreed to dinner, and then forgot. Its not my fault if you believed there was something else going on between us two.”
Your eyes went wide at that. Why would he-?! Okay, yeah, maybe you did jump to conclusions thinking it was a date but that didn’t justify his actions!
“I-I’m sorry, you forgot?” You hissed out. Anger started to replace the sadness that had taken a hold of you after being ghosted like that. “I sent you like five messages! How did you not see them-?!”
“I saw them.”
Miguel’s voice was darker and sultrier than usual. He took a careful step towards you, a glare on his eyes as his large body loomed over you, the red from his eyes before more intense as you felt the heat radiate from his body as he cornered you against the desk, the back of your knees hitting the cold metal and making you want to shrink into yourself at t proximity. His hands came down hard on the metal, making a sound that echoed around the room, followed by the cup of coffee to fall to the ground. Your heart5 threatened to come out of your chest as your eyes went from the spilled cup to Miguel’s. Normally, the closeness would make you want to jump at his bones, but this…you were he would just forget and then not have the decency of apologizing; you were also ever so slightly scared over his reactions. Why was he acting like this suddenly.
“I forgot about our little outing. And from what you just said, I’m glad I did. We crossed a line.”
The man’s eyes burned into yours, and you simply couldn’t get a single word out.
“You shouldn’t have thought this was anything else. From now on, stick to your job and I’ll stick with mine. No more activities outside of our actual job. It was a mistake…you were a mistake.”
With that, the man pulled away from his, leaving the space surrounding you oddly cold as he went back to his original position, his back once more to you, and you couldn’t help but be silent for a good moment. Was that…was that it? You had been sleeping together for months now! He went to you when in need and held you close, he kissed and touched you like you were his air on those nights, he went endlessly about needing you and how your body was so perfect for him, how he needed you! And now he backed out because he found out you had feelings for him?! Even after everything?!
You couldn’t help the angry tears that were spilling out of your eyes as you glared at his back. Your knuckles had turned white with the fire you were gripping the flipboard. Your eyes burned with both tears and hate, and you bit down on your lip as hard as you could in order to hold back any sounds from escaping. After that you refused to let him hear you cry over him.
“…eres un cabron.” You bark out, moving harshly away from the desk before walking away.
You couldn’t stand being another second in the same room as that man. There was no way you would stay there after he-! After he…
You made your way to the bathroom. Making sure no one was there before closing the door harshly as you proceed to let the tears come out, all the way holding back the sobs as best as you could. The last thing you needed was to make it obvious to the other spiders that you were sobbing in the bathroom because of their stupid boss having put you in your place. He was…he was right, after all.
While he was a complete and utter asshole about it, the man was right. You had fallen for him, and it was your fault for making up ideas and thinking there might be a chance he might just feel the same. It was just sex…and it was clear that you were expendable to him. Now you had to go back to being nothing but his secretary and assistant after sharing a bed with the man in countless occasions. After being the only one that was allowed to take care of his wounds and see the mask fall ever so slightly once he was calm and ready to sleep. Now you had to go back to thinking of him as nothing but your asshole boss. Like he hadn’t meant the world to you just some days ago. It hurt just how easily he threw you aside…
You should never have asked him out. You…you were so stupid to think there was a chance than you could ever mean something to someone like Miguel O’hara.
The rest of the day went into a blur. He at least had the decency of not calling you for anything. You didn’t even know what you had done after that. And the roar of your stomach indicated you had skipped lunch as well. You were as cordial as possible to the rest of the spiders that approached you, but not your usual friendly self, not even with those you were closest to. Barely speaking any words, saying you were down and felt kind of sick. They didn’t seem to believe you, but that was okay…you just had to get trough the day. And somehow, you managed it. You stood inside your apartment, eyes low and lost as you thought back on the conversation with your…your what, really? You never got to be anything other than fuck buddies, and even then, that might be a stretch. You had told yourself you were okay with being his personal stress relief toy but now that you were thrown away, discarded, and forgotten just like that…like an actual useless toy, now you realized weren’t okay with that at all. You had wanted him so badly at the time you didn’t care if it hurt you, and now you regretted every decision you had taken ever since that first time as much as Miguel was probably regretting having slept with you the first time. You felt your chest tighten around you and damn it hurt so badly.
“A mistake, huh…?” You whispered to yourself, slowly moving away from the door, and flopping into the couch. “…that one stung the most.”
Your word was tiny and broke at the end as a new wave of tears hit. You hated yourself, and you wondered just how in the multiverse you were going to face him in the next few days. You had to be close to him. But you were determined to keep it professional and not show the man just how much he had hurt you. To think the hero of your world could be such an idiot…
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Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since you had your heart personally ripped out and stepped on by the hero of your universe. It had been three weeks of avoiding being alone together in the same room as him, three weeks of barely keeping any conversation other than him giving you instructions on what to do an you carrying them out, Three weeks of starring at the mans back from your place as you wished he would either turn back and devour you like usual, or at the very least give you one of those not so soft looks he had reserved only for you. Three weeks on wanting him to talk to you, apologize for what he said, how you wished he would turn around and ask for your forgiveness because by God would you take him back in a heartbeat. Even if he hurt you, you were still infatuated with him. But then again, it had been three weeks since the man had called you a mistake, three weeks, since he dared to be anywhere near close to you or even look at you longer than necessary.
It still hurt badly. But it seemed you were able to hide it well. Of course, your closest friends asked you about your mood and the like, but it seemed you were able to deflect it well enough. Even if you still wanted him badly, it didn’t mean you were over his hurtful words.
You shook your head slowly. The background noise of the microwave being an almost relaxing sound as you looked out your window down to the city. The same window which you would leave open at night so the man could sneak in if he felt like it… You simply couldn’t seem to take him out of your head. After a few seconds, you went back to the microwave the retrieve the popcorn. Some of them were a little burned, but most were fine. Refusing the dirty a clean bowl, you grabbed a napkin and returned to the couch before struggling to find the controller for a few minutes. Once found, you absentmindly put play on the movie and returned to watching it. That had been your routine ever since…well. You tried to turn your entire mind off and focus on the movie playing.
At some point you just zoned out, simply starring at the vivid colors on the T.V, your hand moving on autopilot to feed yourself some popcorns, but your mind was entirely elsewhere. So bad, in fact, that you didn’t even hear your window being tapped the first three times. It wasn’t until you heard the window being smashed and the crystal falling onto the wooden floor that your head snapped to the window, jumping in place, and making your drink spill all over the couch. For a moment you noticed absolutely nothing, just the broken shards falling over the edge of the window and the ones on the floor. That scene quickly changed as a figure came into view, obscuring your surroundings as a shadow fell over your head.
Your eyes once move snapped upwards, the red glow emanating from the person making you fear for a moment until your mind finally fully processed the scene in front of you.
“…you locked the window.” Miguel’s voice came through, and you felt rage like no other invaded you.
“…Miguel, what the actual fuck?! Did you smash my window in order to get in-!”
You were about to keep yelling at him, only for the man to bring a finger over his lips and shush you, looking slightly over his shoulders.
“…we need to leave. Now.”
He stated. There was no explanation, just an order. And that pissed you the fuck off.
“Oh hell no.” You hissed. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“There isn’t time for this!” He hissed as well, grabbing your arm harshly and making you stand up as you glared at him, His hold wasn’t that tight around your wrist, so you managed to shake it off and walk away from his looming figure.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! You won’t do this. You have no right to barge into my fucking apartment like this after ghosting me on our plans and then discarding me to the side like a freaking rag doll! What the fuck are you doing here?!” You screamed at him.
“Ill explain everything at HQ, but we need to-“
“Miguel!” Lyla suddenly came into view, the small hologram screamed out his name, sounding desperate. Almost like a warning. Before you could even process her appearance, the man shoots a web at you, and another towards the wall. Just as your body hit against his after you had been pulled towards him, you heard a loud, thundering noise, followed by a crash and a whisk of air as he pulled you both on the other web, close to the wall.
“Mierda…” He hissed, glaring at something or someone in your apartment. You tried to look back, only for the man to pull you closer to his chest, holding you there as he proceeded to shoot a web to the broken window and take you both out of the place as you felt something starting to charge towards you both. “Team, we need you now.”
His voice commanded, and as you held onto him for dear life, you managed to look over his shoulder just in time to see Jess, Ben, Hobbie and some other spiders charge at the creature that was breaking the walls of your apartment. His hand around your waist tightened as he swung around the city as fast as he could. You could feel his tense muscles through the suit. You didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but even though you were pissed still at him, the fear was now stronger as you held even tighter around him.
On a far away building you saw Miles, Gwen and Peter B. Miguel shouted something to them before they started swinging in the direction to your apartment. If there were so many spiders from society then it must be some kind of anomaly. And a strong one at that.
Once at HQ, picked you up bridal style before going in his room’s direction. He seemed a bit calmer now, probably since he knew his team must be handling the anomaly, or by being back safe in the Headquarters. Whatever was the reason, you weren’t going to ask. You were still riding down the high of your apartment being broken into, being almost attacked by an anomaly, then saved by Miguel, swung through the whole city, and now being sat down on his bed as he locked the door of his dark room. Making sure to activate the security before taking his mask off.
“Lyla. How’s the team?” he hissed out. The small hologram appeared and frowned for a moment, which only earned her a glare from Miguel before she scoffed.
“Rude as always.” She stated, before some screens appeared around her. “They seem to be having a hard time with the anomaly, but they are hanging on.” At that Miguel sighed, nodding.
“Tell me if things escalate. I’ll go helps, for now I’ll stay with them.” He stated, glancing at you who were just managing to calm down your breath before looking at him just as Lyla disappeared. Miguel slowly approached you, an almost concerned frown on his face as he kneeled in front of you. Even like that the man was so tall… “…you, okay?”
His voice…this time it was soft. A tone you had heard a few times in the last few months but right now it made you almost melt right in front of him. He sounded almost concerned over you…the same man that some weeks ago had called you a mistake.
“…I think so…” You whisper, looking down at your hands for a moment before looking back at the man, locking your eyes with his. He was…rather close. “Miguel, what was that? Was that creature after me…?” You whispered.
Miguel sighed, looking away from you before rubbing the bridge of his noise, exhaling harshly before giving a half nod and shrug.
“Something like that. More after me than you.” He whispers, before sighing at your puzzled expression. “Three weeks ago…the day of our date.”
He started, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat and also squeeze at the mention of that night.
“There was a mission. An anomaly made itself know in Universe 362.” He started. “With the local spiderman and some other spiders we went to check it out and contain it. But it was far stronger than I anticipated. There was also the fact it could universe hop. That made it even more dangerous.”
His eyes narrowed. Just now you had become aware he had taken one of your hands and was tracing shapeless forms on your hand with his thumb, making you blush slightly.
“It managed to defeat us and hope for another universe. Not before leaving his mark on me. Apparently,” he sighed again, avoiding your eyes still, “the creature finds which the marked cares for the most. Then it attacks the person. Once they die, the anomaly feeds onto the sorrow and desire of the market to see their loved one again. Using that as his energy to hop into another universe and repeat the process.”
He finished, looking at you slightly, before looking away once more, rubbing the back of his neck.
“We are still figuring out properly how its powers work. But once it presented itself into our universe tonight, we had to jump into action to get it before it could hurt you.”
His eyes lingered on your palm for a couple of seconds, before looking back at you. You simply stared at him for a few seconds, processing the information. But there was something that weighed on your mind more than any of the things he had just said.
“…you care the most about me?” You whispered, cheeks burning as a small smile come to your lips, placing your free hand over his, making the man groan before he looked away.
“…I was an idiot to you.” He whispered, moving ever so slightly closer. “I was scared the creature might hurt you, so I tried to distance myself from you when I should have been keeping you close. I was the one who hurt you instead…”
Now it was your turn to move closer, some locks of hair had fallen to the front, framing his face in a way that accentuated just how handsome the man was, with his jawline and deep eyes, and his lips…
“…so, I’m not a mistake?” You whisper, leaning even closer now, placing your forehead against his. The mans eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel your heart jump out.
“Never.”
With that, he finally closed the space between you both, his lips clashing against yours in an almost romantic kiss as you brought a hand to his cheek, cupping it and leaning into him even more as the kiss went on. And on. And on before he finally moved away, breathless, eyes on your lips as you looked back at him with red cheeks, biting your lower lip slightly, before the man started to kiss you again.
This time the kiss was more needy, more passionate, more...him. More what you were used to when you were suddenly awoken in the middle of the night with the large man attacking your neck waiting for you to finally wake up and give yourself to him just like you had done so many times before. Even then, he still managed to deepen the kiss, which now had turned into more of an open mouthed one as his tongue explored you fervently. The hand on his cheek went to his hair, pulling on it slightly before he groaned, breaking the kiss to attack your neck. Not before pulling on your lower lip with his teeth. As he went to your neck, you noticed the tip of his fangs starting to come out, which was then confirmed as you felt them nick at your skin before he started kissing your neck. Small gasps and noises started leaving your lips as you moved your head to give the man more space, willing to give yourself to him in any way he wanted just like you had so many times before. His lips kept going on your neck, slowly trailing down before his hand started to grab the hem of your shirt, easily pulling it over your head. With the momentary break of the kiss, you were going to take that opportunity to breathe, only for his desperate lips to come clashing down on you once more as you gasped against, before melting. At some point your bra had been discarded and his large thumb was tracing, pressing, rolling, teasing, and taking care of your breast and nipple as you grunted slightly against yet another kiss, started to want more and more. Once he felt he had marked and sucked on your neck enough, he pushed you back into the bed before climbing next to you.
“Miguel…”
You whispered, only for his tongue to make contact with your nipple, getting a gasp out of you. He started to suck on the small bud, making you arch your back into his mouth before groaning slightly. You could feel him smirking at your reaction. His fangs slightly caressed the small bud, and the sense of slightly danger at the idea he might bite them only helped to turn you on even more, the familiar heat making you push your thighs together slightly before giving another gasp as the man attacked the other nipple with his mouth, Teasing the wet one in between his fingers, making you squirm and call his name once more.
After a few moments, you felt his hand leaving your nipple and going to your legs, easily spreading them apart, which made the blush on your cheeks only grow as you leaned back onto the comfortable bed. It wasn’t long before the man had taken your pants and underwear off, while he stayed in his suit, with only his mask off as he is kissing his way down from your breast to you belly, open mouthed kisses leaving his trail as he kept going down, until he reached the spot he wanted. Once there, the man position himself in between your legs, one hand was moving away one of your legs, while he had licked one of his fingers before slowly moving it in between your folds, making you squirm at the light sensation where you wanted to be touched the most.
His eyes never left that area as he worked his fingers in spreading your lips, before he made contact with your clit, making you arch your back almost instantly. Before you had even relaxed back into the bed, he dived right in. His warm, wet, and soft tongue making you let out a moan as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, moaning out his name before gasping in need.
His tongue felt amazing against you like that. Flicking and slowly moving your clit, giving it his entire attention. Warmth spread all over your body as his tongue kept tasting you, only for his movements to become faster, earning a few more moans and gaps as you arched your back once more, toes curling.
Ah~! Fuck…Miguel…” You moaned, making the man smirk, his own suit was already quite tight in his crotch area, and after pondering for a moment he removed it, leaving the man in nothing but his underwear as his tongue kept working on you. At some point he let your poor clit rest as he trailed his tongue all the way down to your entrance before going all the way back to your clit. It made you shudder and grab onto the sheets harsher. You were starting to get desperate, wanting him inside of you just oh so badly. “Miguel…” You whispered.
“Soon.” He answe3red without you even needing to make your petition. You groaned in response, only to gasp as his tongue pushed into your entrance, going as deep as he could before attacking your clit for a few seconds again. Just as you were starting to feel the warmth growing, you felt one of his large fingers starting to tease your entrance. Slowly, yet with the confidence of a man that knew exactly what you liked it, he slipped it inside, making you groan slightly.
You were a bit tense; it had been a while since the last time the man had been inside of you. You would need to get used to him…
Although, you weren’t sure he would have enough patience for that. Before you had gotten properly used to the first finger, he started trying to introduce the second one, making you tense up a but more as your eyebrows furrowed in pain.
“Hey…relax.” You weren’t sure if he was asking you to, pleading or commanding you, but his mere voice had such an effect on you. Specially as his warm eyes starred up at you, while his breath hit your clit that he had stopped working on just to say that to you. It made you so weak in the legs you were glad you were laying down on the bed.
After a few deep breaths, you finally felt his second finger slide in. The movements started soon afterwards, making you groan softly, before starting to moan as you got used to his fingers inside of you again, the slow repetitive movement, accompanied by his tongue on your clit rendered you a complete mess before you even had time to process much. His tongue and fingers were making you feel so good, you felt so needy and wanton that you would have almost begged for more be it not for the fact you were already on the edge of your orgasm. And if you assumed correctly, that would be only the first of the night.
“Miguel~! I-I’m going to-! F-Fuck…”
Once more you could feel his smirk against you, but the man certainly didn’t stop at all. His fingers simply went faster as his tongue kept the perfect pace to make you arch your back as a wave of pleasure and warmth took over you, making you moan out his name as the orgasm hit you in full power, toes curling and hands going to his head, pulling on it harshly. You didn’t let go of his hair until the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm left. You had closed your eyes for a few seconds, but feeling both his hands separate your legs once more made you open them, only to go wide eyed at the sight in front of you.
Miguel had removed his underwear. His member was starring right at you, with precum already oozing out of the tip, a clear sign the man was ready to take you all the way that night, you felt your walls clench on nothing at the idea of having his member fill you up like he had done so many times. And although you had just reached an orgasm, you felt yourself getting even more turned on. Especially when he placed the tip of his member on your entrance, before rubbing it on your lips, making you moan. That seemed to satisfy him, before he placed it back on your entrance.
“…tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
He whispers, and you only managed to move as you wrapped your legs around his waist, not even able to intertwine them with simply how big he was. In all sense of the word…
Slowly, you felt your walls stretching around him as the man started pushing his member in. You closed your eyes tightly, taking deep breaths in order to relax your body, before groaning softly. Miguel watched your face carefully. He was barely inside of you and his enormous member was already making you feel all stretched out. Of course, that was the case at all. ‘This is what happens after three weeks of not taking him’. You think to yourself, before gasping as he pushed deeper inside.
“Miguel~” Your voice melted in the end, making the man groan as you felt his hands tighten harshly around your thighs. He would surely leave a mark. But you didn’t care about that at all, all you wanted was him. As if on cue, the man started to push deeper inside of you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and moan out once more. You couldn’t wait until he was all the way inside and pounding inside of you. But for now, you were kind of enjoying it as stretched you out until your body was able to take him all in inside of you. Miguel, on the other hand, was enjoying thoroughly just how tight you felt around him, holding him back from slamming deep inside of you, instead, wanting to ease you into taking him all in so you would enjoy yourself as well.
But you were certainly already enjoying yourself.
“Fuck!” You cursed, walls tightening around him as well. The man was a bit more than halfway inside and it had already made you roll your eyes. Maybe waiting for a bit before taking him wasn’t such a bad idea…your neediness was making everything so damn good, even the slight pain as he pushed even deeper inside of you. You couldn’t wait until his entire cock was filling you to the brim.
“Sh, sh, sh~” The man shushed, leaning close to whisper those sounds on your ear, the movement in turn making him go deeper inside of you, making you melt into the pillows, eyes closed tightly and a small whine leaving your lips in need as he nit on your earlobe, before kissing and biting on your neck some more. “I’m almost all the way in~”
“You…you sound as needy as me.”
You joked, only to grunt as Miguel pushed himself deeper. Damn it, it was starting to feel so good. He had you so stretched out and all you wanted was for him to start moving already but the man refused to do so until he was all the way in, with his balls touching your bare ass.
“I am.” Was all; the answer before he took your leaps into a heated kiss. One which extended for a while. One which he took advantage of before finally going all the way inside of you. You couldn’t help but break the kiss with a harsh moan as your back arched again, your hand gripping his hair for dear life before a small whimper let your lips.
“F-Fuck, Miguel~. S-So good…p-please move.”
You basically pleaded. You were too desperate to wait and get used to his size all the way inside of you like that. He would be careful enough while moving at first, so you’d be used to it either way. You saw no point in waiting a second more. It seemed like the man agreed with you, because without saying another word, and with his hands keeping your legs wrapped around him, he started moving, slow and steady, giving you time to get used to his entire length deep inside of you before he pulled out and halfway before pushing inside again. You tensed up around him, before moaning and relaxing once more. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling his face close to you, which only seemed to satisfy him as he smirked, moving once more.
That was so good. Your body was needy and all you wanted now was for him to get in his usual rhythm. Which he started building up as he felt you relax around him, your walls no longer so tight around you as he started to kiss your neck, lips, face as his hips started thrusting into you.
The sensation was always magnificent. His hips clashing against yours and making a lewd sound as you moaned out in pleasure. A personal favorite of you was when Miguel was into it enough that he started gasping and letting out small noises of his own, it was just all too damn sexy to think you could get that reaction out of him. Another moan shook you to your chore as you felt the man starting to pull out even more before slamming right back inside. It wasn’t yet all the way out, but he was getting to that, your legs were laid limply around him, as your hands and nails dragging on his back as you moaned out his name.
The man kept moving inside of you, His large member reaching those sweet spots inside of you as you couldn’t help but arch your back and take him all in with such fervor. His slight pants started to become gasps and almost needy grunts as he pushed deeper inside of you until he finally fell into the perfect rhythm you both enjoyed so much, With the man pulling out almost all the way out before pushing himself deep inside of you, his balls slapping your butt as you moaned out his name with no shame. His pace growing faster and faster the more the two of you fell deeper into the desire.
At some point the man pulled a bit away, his chest no longer hovering over yours, but his hips did not stop for even half a second. And you were oh so thankful for that. You needed him so badly, you needed him to fill you up like he had done during those nights, you missed his scent, his body, his voice, you had missed him so much even if you thought you should be hating him for his words. And it seemed like he had missed you, his eyes wouldn’t leave your body, be it looking at where your bodies connected as he slammed himself deep inside of you, watching as your breast moved as he penetrated you, or just starring at your face with lips half parted. Either wishing he could fuck your lips and mouth later or wanting to kiss you and swallowing your moans, or, just perhaps, simply admiring how good he was making you feel as your eyes started rolling to the back of your head.
Every now and then he would change your positions or something in his movements. Now that he was more sitting than laying on top of you, the man had taken it upon himself to spread your legs open even more and using his thumb to stimulate your clit some more. At this point you were nothing but a moaning mess, up to the man’s desires just like you had been ever since that first time, and just like you would be now that you knew he had feelings for you as well. It made you so happy, and the fact he was touching you once more only made it even better.
Your mind was lost in the pleasure as you simply moaned and squirmed a bit, enjoying the pounding to your genitalia and his hand on your clit. But that familiar warmth was starting to build again, and based on his erratic movements, it seemed you were not the only one that was starting to get close. For a moment, Miguel pulled out of you, just for a second though, you didn’t even have time to react before the man easily moved your body like you weighted nothing, putting you on your side, before grabbing your leg and placing your feet up on his shoulder. Once hand keeping tat leg in place while the other guided his member deep inside of you once more. It didn’t take long before he started pounding desperately inside of you, his other hand quickly going to your clit once more and you relished into the overwhelming pleasure that his member and body were giving you. In that position you could feel him hitting all the good spots, and you had long lost your mind as you simply moaned his name and called out to him. One hand on his bicep as you used the other to tease your own nipple, which Miguel seemed to like as his movements became faster. Surely, soon enough, the warm on your lower area came back, driving you close to the edge once more.
“Yes~! Nhgg~!! M-Miguel! K-Keep going~!” You moaned, not being able to control any part of your body anymore, simply allowing all the pleasure to take over. His movements were the fastest as they could get tonight, and he was clearly struggling to hold on just a bit longer, so you’d have the pleasure of hitting your orgasm first. There was sweat over his forehead and shoulders, which only somehow helped to make him even more handsome. And it was just so good! His movements and length were able to pleasure you in ways no one else had and you had no interest in another person figuring them out anymore.
You were Miguel’s. In and out.
After a few more movements on his part, you felt yourself being driven over the edge. Your eyes rolled back, walls tightening around Miguel tightly, who refused to cease his movements as he fucked you throughout your orgasm, the wave of pleasure leaving you a mess as you moaned out his name in a desperate plead. Once it had passed, you still couldn’t help but moan and whine a bit as his movements had yet to cease, and had, in fact, become faster. After a few more thrusts, the man let out a harsh groan, grabbing your thigh harshly as he buried himself as deep as he could reach inside of you before spreading his seed there.
You could feel his thick seed filling you up to the brim, making you groan a bit before you slowly looked at Miguel again. The man had his head low, and he was panting ever so slightly, before he leaned close and took your lips into his. As the kiss went on, he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling almost empty before you groaned slightly, making him chuckle against the kiss.
Once the kiss ended, the man would drop beside you, quickly pulling you close to his body and covering you both with his sheets. Normally, this would not be the end of your activities, but given that it had been so long since you last had pleasured each other like that, you were quite happy he had decided to cuddle instead of going for another round. That could be left for later. You nuzzled into the man’s strong and wide chest, which he lazily placed a hand around you, making you sigh happily, your eyes scanning his face as he slowly closed his eyes, before looking at the ceiling, then at you.
“…huh” you started, before smirking up at him. “You called it a date.” You commented, remembering back on his words after he rescued you. That only earned you a groan from Miguel before he kissed the top of your head.
“Go to sleep.” He commanded, making you laugh a bit before you hummed.
After a few seconds, Miguel watch would beep, earning a grunt out of him before he tapped on it. A screen would pull up, showing Jessica, in the background one could see Miles and Peter talking, with the anomaly trapped just beside them.
“We got it. It was hard, but we finally managed to take it down.” She spoke. It didn’t seem like she could see either of you two though.
“Great job. Bring him back so we can determine what to do with him.”
With a hum, Jessica hung up, leaving you both alone once more. You looked at Miguel’s face once more, your naked body pressed against his, the warmth of the events just now making you feel just so happy to be his…and…now you dared to say he was yours as well. Once again, your mind went back to the conversation before you both started to get heated. ‘The anomaly searched for who he cared for the most…’
A small smile spread across your lips, before moving up and kissing Miguel’s cheeks.
“…I love you too.” You whispered, and for the first time since meeting him, you saw Miguel flush slightly, before he simply kissed your forehead.
“…I know.” He whispered back. And with that, you both allowed sleep to take you, feeling loved in each other’s arms.
Welp, this was it! I know it was a pretty long read, but i hope yall enjoyed it! I dont know this man well enough so im sorry if he reads a bit out of character. I also hope i did justice to my fellow spanish speakers and the spanish parts werent cringe. Hope yall enjoyed it! Please let me know what yall thought!
Alone, and slowly being corrupted after Simeon fell, Luke slowly starts to doubt the Celestial Realm. Perhaps its time he does good on that promise he made to himself, all those years ago, when his brothers wings were still white, and he himself, was just a child.
Non-linear story. Slightly inspired by a "A Sadness Runs Through Him" song.
Word count: 4,612
Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, sadness, abandonment, food.
If i missed any let me know so I can add them to the mini list.
There was no sun. It was exactly like the angel remembered, a picture he could never erase from his memories. One that had even given him nightmares as a kid. One which he had gotten wrong trough so many years, one that even if the memory of the place stayed the same, the context…the way he saw it, didn’t. Before, it was the place from which nightmares were born, a place where if he even thought about it for more than a second it brought tears to his eyes, and he would be cowering behind an older brother. Tears in his closed eyes as he grabbed onto one of his eldest brothers’ clothes, almost begging for the sight and name of the place to be taken away from his mind. Somewhere he would have given everything to be taken away from him, a place where he would never step inside, the very place from which fear and evil were born. That’s how he saw it, but that was before…and that was a long time ago.
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A soft hand patting his hair. Warm light blue eyes watching over him. Wings wrapped around the small angel. He didn’t know what fear at that moment was, like he had never experienced it. A far away memory that if he truly wanted to forget he could, because at that moment he was safe. That’s how he had always felt when his older brother was in proximity. The Archangel always radiated light, warmth…no matter what dangers could be imposed at that moment, no matter what the world had thrown at the two, Luke would always feel safe in Simeon’s arms, in his brother’s presence. It was quiet moments like those that Luke truly treasured. Moments where no word was spoken, where he and the archangel could just stay in silence and feel home…because that’s how Luke saw it. If Simeon was there, he was home. He was safe.
With closed blinds to hide the eternal sun of their realm, a sun which never settled, light still making its way inside the room, the angel was drifting off. Safe…happy. The hand still patting his head, eyes drifting closed ever so slowly, time wrapped around their home. Wrapped their closer family. It felt like eternities from the moments in which he opened and closed his eyes, trying to fight off sleep. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon from the cookies they had baked earlier, lingering in his closed off room. A small room in a big house, full of angels that were meant to share it. A big house, that wasn’t his home, Luke would later come to understand. But the bond he shared with his brother. A bond that Luke believed to go through every moment in time, a bond that would keep him calm, just like at that moment. One that prevented him from hearing the words uttered moments before he finally drifted off.
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They were lies. All lies. Carefully crafted and manipulated to reach the furthest and most isolated areas from the Celestial Realm. Nothing but pure lies and Luke knew it! The fact that his brothers would doubt Simeon like that, believing such things. It hurt. It hurt more seeing Simeon’s expression whenever angels started muttering things as they passed. Furthermore, it ignited anger inside the small angel, anger he knew was wrong, unjustified. Anger he would later find to be ridiculous, and before that would feel guilty about it. Before he could experience those facets, he felt the anger burning, until Simeon smiled. Offering the small angel to go pick some baking materials, so they could try something new. It was at that moment that Luke would understand that the reason Simeon was strong wasn’t because of his powers, but his heart, his kindness. It was at that moment that the young angel felt the fire of anger be extinguished, if only for the time being. And it was for that very reason that Luke never truly believed the rumors, even then…even after so many years, even after he saw it for himself.
The small angel nodded, holding his brother’s hand and looking back at the others as Simeon kept walking forward. It may be the direction in which they were going, but to Luke it meant something else. It meant strength. And by Father, if Luke didn’t admire Simeon already, he certainly did now. The lies hurt Simeon. He was able to see it in the archangels’ eyes as they walked past some of their brothers. It was a distant expression, it was a darkness covering the blue in his eyes, it was the way he only looked down, his shoulders fell, and the smile flattered…but didn’t disappear. Because even if Luke could tell Simeon was affected by the words, by the looks…the archangel kept a smile. The angel deep down always knew it was for his sake, to appear strong. And while the rumors never turned out to be a lie, that smile was. But even if it was indeed a lie, it never took Luke’s admiration from his brother.
A smell of apples and sugar. Dough raising in the oven, milk warming in the stove. A small serving for each, and then a little more before bedtime. Praises given; recommendations took. And perhaps just another serving of pie, with the idea of making ice cream the next time. And a promise to save some for Michael. A moment savored by the two and being forever saved in Luke’s heart as he closed his eyes. And the last thought that crossed his mind in that very moment was how strong Simeon was. And a promise to himself. Once he would believe it to be futile, to be a lie, one unachievable, one that his brothers would take away from him. A promise he would believe to be wrong…until he finally fulfilled it, and util instead of shame it would bring pride to the angel as he found out that perhaps what he had always believed was wrong.
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Demons. They were bad, horrible, evil creatures that install hate and torment into humans. The humans they, as Angels, were meant to protect, were the objects that suffered because of demons. The demons and angels couldn’t be more different from one another even if they wanted to, even if they were from entire other planets. This went from their actions to their nature, and the very same realm they inhabited. The celestial Realm was full of light and brightness, there was a feeling of warmth all around it that put anyone who stepped into it in a state of peace. It went for the very trees to the main hall, and the people in it. It was who they were, goodness, light, love, protection. They were the embodiment of everything that was right, they were the protectors of every being, including humans and all other living creatures. But demons…
They were the exact opposite of what an angel was. They were a creature made of absolute darkness, full of hatred and sins, searching for destruction instead of creation. The realm was always dark, there was no sun, and it was illuminated by nothing but the countless stars and sometimes the mood. A moon Luke would have thought of as beautiful if he had dared to see it clearly. To not see it with the blinded misunderstandings and thoughts he had of everything that was below the Human World. But now, to him, it was the worst place he had ever seen. From the darkness of the place, the animals, and the feeling of danger he experienced in every corner of it, Luke could see why the angels and the demons were natural enemies. So, why? Why was Simeon, the archangel, the one which Luke trusted the most, talking so normally to demons?!
There was a feeling of betrayal. As Luke hid behind Simeon, grabbing onto his cape, the archangel laughed and talked to Lucifer, a demon, as if they were old friends. Which perhaps was the case. At some point Lucifer and his 6 brothers had been angels, in fact, they had been powerful angels. They thought about them, if ever so slightly. They were told about the 7 brothers that instigated a war and fell from their holiness to the depths of the devildom. But it didn’t matter how powerful or graceful they used to be! It didn’t matter if Lucifer used to be the favorite of their Father or if he, Simeon, and Michael used to get along! He was now a demon, and angels should fight demons, not be friends with them, so, why?! Luke couldn’t understand, and he wouldn’t understand it for a long time. And neither would he understand Simeon’s response when he asked about it later, after they were partially safe and hidden from demons in the place called “Purgatory Hall”. ‘True family isn’t forgotten so easily, Luke.’ That’s what he told him, and Luke had been forever confused about it.
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Luke had forgotten many things as he grew up. He had forgotten how dark the devildom was, or how tiny he used to be compared to him now, he had forgotten his fear towards the devildom and just thought of it as a faraway memory. He had forgotten what it was like to bake for someone, so sit a share a meal with them, talk about their day, and have a person to help him, to ask questions to who wouldn’t just tell him to stop doubting God. Furthermore, he had forgotten his devotion to Michael as well, along with why did he ever think it would be a good idea to follow someone as blindly as all the others did. But he never forgot his brother. His real brother, they may all call themselves family, calling God father, but they weren’t really family, no. They were…. Strangers, bosses, they weren’t people with which Luke sat and talked.
Talk about that one human he had met long ago that was nice to him. Talk about a new recipe he had found, or about how tiring the training was ever since some higher angels discovered his blessings were stronger than most angels his age. No one to simply sit in front of a fire and be family with. Maybe he was remembering it wrong. But the feelings of emptiness ever since Simeon had disappeared never left. That loneliness he felt…that desolation. They were a family, Simeon was his older brother, and Luke was the little brother. And even if he hated it when he made fun of him or called him cute, he wished those moments had come back. He prayed to Father to wake up, and that Simeon would be back, saying that he was late for his training. Every single day that passed in the celestial realm, every week, and the years that came along, as Luke grew up with everyone around him saying he would be a strong angel meant nothing to him.
Some angels said he was lucky he had managed to get away from Simeon. But Luke never got away from his brother, from his memory or what he had thought of him. The archangel may have disappeared one night without a trace, without a word, without goodbye or even a warning, but to Luke he was never truly gone. And to Luke, the lies that had infected every single angel in the realm, were nothing but that. Lies to make their brother look bad, make him seem like his heart, kindness, and empathy for those lowers demons was something else. At first, the young angel didn’t understand it. Simeon had disappeared, and everyone was talking about how it had taken so long for him to vanish. Luke couldn’t understand why they were so unbothered by the disappearance of their brother. But he remembers the relief in some of their eyes as they took Luke away from the space they shared, saying how he would not be infected by Simeon’s beliefs anymore, that he was safe in their father’s arms.
He came to understand later that they all believed Simeon to be a traitor to their race. They all believed he had betrayed them in favor of demons he had known as Angels. Luke never believed it, even if his view on Demons had been slightly changed by the time he spent in the nightmarish realm with Simeon, he couldn’t believe it. Simeon wouldn’t just renounce his angel hood to be down there. He wouldn’t leave his position as an archangel; he wouldn’t leave Luke for some demons. That’s what Luke had always told himself, but slowly it all made sense. It all clicked together, the way he had reaction to all the supposed lies and rumors, how he seemed to be more at ease with Lucifer than he was when speaking with Michael. How he seemed happier in the Devildom, happier than Luke had ever seen him on the place they called home. On the realm from which they came. At some point, the assurances of all others, along with the things Luke never forgot, started to make sense. Simeon had left the Celestial Realm for the devildom.
Luke already knew it. And for a long time, he believed that he had made peace with it, thought that Simeon was no longer his family, no longer the angel he once thought of him, no longer someone worthy of keeping his promise. Or that’s what he thought…that’s what he believed for so longer. But how easily that came crashing down on a gray day. Very few rays of sunshine making their way through the thick clouds. The sun had just risen, yet it was blocking them, as if it was hiding, Luke would have thought in his younger years as an angel. But he was a young angel no longer, he was no longer a kid, in need of protection and assurance. He was grown, he was close to the position of Archangel himself. So why…why was he shaken at the sight in front of him. So different…eternally changed, so…happier, darker…so much of the same kindness of the blue eyes he had felt safe with. Why was he shaking, why was his sight blurring with tears as the demon Simeon stood before him, with a smile?
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Something was…wrong. Something entirely, and inheriting, absurdly twisted. Like the whole world and its purpose had been turned around on its own, and now everything that once was upright was hanging from what used to be the floor, and yet no one realized it. No one except Luke. Who was standing on the outskirts of the realm, gazing at the place he had grown up in. Luke knew something was wrong in the depths of the realm, he had suspected a darkness hidden by the blinding light that surrounded everything for some time now. What some angels said was their purpose was to contradict the beliefs of their Father. It was all too confusing, too strange, too…rotten. It took him some time to understand it, and even more to accept it.
The celestial realm was no longer the place Luke had thought it was…no. The truth was that it had never been that place at all. Perhaps that’s why Simeon had left. The reason he once awoke by the noise of an alarm blaring through the whole realm, shaking him to his core…completely alone when Simeon had promised to stay the night. His elder brother was gone…and Luke never saw him again after that. The rumors and lies…they took over far worse than they had ever done. It was all about the traitor…no longer an archangel, but a traitor. To their entire race and kingdom but to Luke he would always be the angel that would sit with him and tell him that he should bake the cake at a lower temperature, to not use too much energy when concentrating in the classes, to be mindful of others. The angel that had taught him that demons weren’t that bad.
And Luke refused to believe that was the case. After all, if demons weren’t all that bad, why would they teach them that in the celestial realm? Why would they make up lies and insinuate things like that when there were so many things that needed angels? At first Luke tried to make it seem in his head like Lucifer, his brothers and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were really an outlier from the norm. Demons that didn’t really fit the mold of what demons should be. For the brothers he rationalized it as their previous angelic form still being present in some ways, but for the other too; he thought that perhaps they were too powerful to be influenced by whatever bad every demon had in themselves. In the future, once he became grown, big…wiser, he would come to understand how wrong those assumptions were. And that it wasn’t those demons who didn’t fit the mold, but that the angels no longer fit their purpose. He understood it the moment he saw Simeon again…a demon. Because how could someone so kind…so amazing be a demon, if they were really all that bad?
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The shapes were all blurred, his own reflection staring back at him, the chill in the air outside with the snow making the small angel feel goosebumps in his arms. It was cold, to the point where even inside the house his breath could be seen, and it known as fogging up the window from Purgatory hall as he gazed outside. Into the Devildom. Luke sighed, rubbing his hands together and hiding them inside his light blue sweater Asmodeus had gifted him not too long ago after Lord Diavolo decided to make a gift exchange. It was…odd. Demons celebrating and enjoying themselves on a holiday like that, it certainly didn’t sit right with Luke. Another thing that didn’t sit right with Luke was how…normal they were. Had he not known he was in the devildom, he wouldn’t be able to tell the demons from Solomon, a human.
Demons…they were bad. That’s what he had been thinking all his life. But Simeon had asked him to give them a chance. And he begrudgingly stayed…and had it not been for all the things he had been thought, he might have liked being along with the demons. Beelzebub had helped him after he had his disagreement with Simeon, and Barbatos was always willing to teach him anything. Lord Diavolo, although scary at first, was someone he found fun to be around. It is strange, feeling like he should hate all of them, like he was doing something wrong by spending time with any of the demons and actually enjoying it. But he simply didn’t have it in him to hate them like the angels wanted him too. Not when Simeon got along so well with them, not when in the short time he had spent with those demons he could say surely that he cared more for them, and that they cared for him; more than some angels in their realm did. And they certainly cared for one another way more than most angels did…
The minutes passed, and Luke was still lost in thought. He had started drawing with his finger shapes in the window as he gazes out onto the nature of the devildom. A place that at first gave him nightmares, to the point where he had to ask Simeon to stay with him. It was horrible, and it was scary. But now…with a cup of hot cocoa besides him, the sound of laughter and conversations came from the hall where Simeon had invited the brothers to talk, he wondered. If perhaps the angels were wrong, if perhaps…they had missed something along the way that made them all think of demons in different ways. Because with what he had seen, and how he felt, and how he knew Simeon felt…there was no way, in all three realms, that demons were as terrible as they had thought him, they were. But still…Luke was an angel; he had a duty as well as Simeon. So instead of going out, like he desired, he went to his room, wondering how Simeon would be so close to demons, even if they seemed to be nice…even if they were kind.
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One week. One week. That was all the time to look for him. Not a day more, not even a second glance into the disappearance of one of their own. It took them less than two breaths to decide he was not worth looking for, and it would take Luke three entities and a few more days before he was able to live down the ache he felt at that moment. Abandoned by the angel that had promised to be there for him always, something in him was turned off. A small Angel full of wonder and amazement, passion for his future and for the hobbies he loved. All burned down in less time than it took for one to love something. It has taken Simeon many years and centuries to build the closeness that they had originally had. And it took him less than a week to break it entirely, and make the small angel wonder if he had imagined it all, and his fate was to always be alone.
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Royal and bright palaces, bathed in a golden rust that dignified even those of impure eyes. Now, red like the blood and desire of those below the surface, which were condemned by the fire. Alarm blaring so impossibly loud even humans could hear if they cared to pay attention at all. Snarling, panting, lighting made from hate, it was all coming for him. It was all just so close… He wasn’t going to be able to make it. He wasn’t going to reach it. It was on sight, worst of all. His injured wings were doing the best they could to carry his heavy body towards the edge of the realm, but it was all too much. How was he meant to reach the other end? And even if he did, how was he meant to survive the fall?
Many times, were his name called, he could feel the ghost fingertips on his wings and clothing as they tried to pull him back into the sphere or numbness behind them all. It was like the hellish forces had changed their current home and decided to invade that which had always been known for the exact opposite. He could imagine the red eyes glaring at him, the intent to kill, only subdued by the orders of Michael himself. And yet…and yet those weren’t enough, the holes in his wings were proof enough of that, the lances falling just behind his heels and behind him made it clear even his word was not enough…not enough to save those they deemed traitors. How had Simeon managed to escape that night, he wondered. How had he managed to slip away to the very end of the realm and proceed to break tough the clouds, jumping into the void that would take him to his new home without anyone noticing him?
There hadn’t been a single angel that had ever made themselves fall willingly. That was the reason, Luke reminded himself as he yelped, just managing to avoid a sentencing fire spell that fell right in front of him, making the young angel change directions momentarily. The Mob, behind him, ached for blood and for a punishment for the traitor. He should have been more careful. He should have thought about it more throughout, it should have taken him years to properly plan an escape, but no, of course not. It was a whim, a still childish wish from a now adult. It was like his inner child had come up from all those years of numbness installed by the realm, in the need to see his true family, that before he knew it, he was flying to the edge, and before he could even properly think of hide himself, they had shut him down.
A large gate closed right in front of him as the angels flared with hatred towards him. The clouds under his feet now looking more like ashes in bathed gray, a trail of blood from his wings as he glared. The other side of the gate brightened up in blue and gold still because that was the human side. That was there, theirs to control, theirs to make their own. And here, here it was all controlled by him.
The angels were still trying to reach him. Possibly trying to kill him. But the gate burst open, engulfed in a mist as the once young child just barely managed to step into the white clouds. And fell. Right down, to his family.
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Vanilla scent sifting through the place. A couple of cakes finished; a few pies still being eaten. Plates with crumbs of the meal placed to the side. Cups filled with lemon tea, filled with lavender, green, apple. The sweet scents all playing and overpowering each other. Yet none of it would be sickly sweet. None of it would be too much for anyone to handle. Curtains moving along with the slow hum of the wind. The sparkles of stars and shine of the moon that just barely made it through and tainted the scene with a very light lilac that warmed the hearts.
Laughter. Love. Eleven heads all crammed into a table to share a meal. And some familiar eyes looking happier than they ever had as the now dark wings fell to the side, the motion being imitated by the cup of tea that was gently placed down on the table. The warmth in the air although being the dead of the night just like every hour was in the place known as hell. To them the devildom, to him…home.
Twinkling lights, the aroma of vanilla, and the feeling of love. Love and family. Love and his brother.
****
Smoke emerged from the depths of the crater. The fire having burned the grass and greenery from the surroundings. A crash so deep they just knew. In the middle of the crater, lay a body. Not so small, yet not so big. A body with white wings that slowly turned the color of the night. As another who had experienced something alike approached. Shaky hands as they wrapped around the weak body of the teen in an embrace they hadn’t shared since he was a mere child. His little brother…
The position, the closeness, the care. It all felt so familiar. Like something that had never left. Like something that finally fit right in place as their foreheads connected and Luke's eyes finally opened ever so slightly, taking in the figure in front. There he was… Simeon. His brother…the only angel that had been truthful, and although abandoned, although marginalized, always the kind angel who cared for those around him.
“You will a-always be my real...family, Simeon.”
Luke just barely managed to whisper the words before the exhaustion and magic of his transformation made his eyes close once more. The next time he opened them, he wouldn’t be an angel, any longer. But a fallen angel. Just like Lucifer and the rest of the brothers. Just like Simeon.
Well, well, well. Guess who was roped back into obey me hell with the launch of the new game, lmao. Anyway, i dont know for how long ill be active here but for now have this fic i had in the back burner like 3 years ago before i dipped.
I really hope you guys liked it, and im hoping to ride the wave of creativity and maybe write a few mores things! Either way, thank you so much for reading! IF you liked it i would really appreciate it if you could comment or reblog! I really hope you all liked this and had a wonderful day! Until next time! Whenever that might be-
What if we do the Mishapocalypse again to really scare of twitter users, become uninhabitable for anyone who hasn't gone through one, for the sake of the ecosystem
A little drabble about how my MC feels when the brothers are constantly fighting.
TWs: Mentions of family fights and arguments, mental health issues.
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Aiden had their hands pressed against their ears, eyes closed tightly and eyebrows furrowed, but it did nothing to help.
The brothers's bickering kept getting louder and louder, some of them joining what started out between only two of the seven.
Their earbuds are charging, so they can't "mute" the outside world with music, and even then, there's a limit for how loud they can leave it without damaging their eardrums.
The human groans as they burry their head under their pillow, pressing it against their ears, but that did little to help, too. They feel tears forming in the corners of their eyes.
They took so long to finally move out of their parents's and grandparents's house, where arguments and yelling were daily occurrences, constantly leaving them overwhelmed and taking a toll on their mental health.
So why were they suddenly dragged to a place where they are forced to deal with a even worse situation?!
They spent years saving their salaries to move out, to run far away from that place where they constantly felt like shouting at everyone to shut up and stop fighting for once.
And when they finally reached their goal, life decided to remind them that they don't deserve to live in peace.
Not mentioning the bullying they were so happy they didn't have to deal with anymore after graduating from high school, and now had started all over again, because they are a weak human forced to attend a school of demons.
The exchange student started sobbing as silently as possible, the tears rolling down their cheeks. Everything feels like a repeat of the past, a cruel reminder of the scars in their heart.
Hiya! Dunno if you remember me, but here I am! I wanted to know how you’ve been, if you’re doing well, stuff like that! Even if you don’t remember me I still wanted to check up on ya. Anyway have a lovely day and remember to eat and drink water!
Hiya dear! I do remember you, in fact! Theres no way i could forget! And i am doing well, just busy as hell with my university, currently going into my practice year next semester so, had to bring a loit of papers on top of a lot of work. I do hope you are doing lovely as well, and thank you! Remember to get some sleep too!✨
I don’t have cherry blossoms where I live, but hey! And yes, this is what I actually look like.
Tagging: @sugarandmelody @what-nani-ano @yu-shi-lost-in-wonderland @mpfuro-station @plzdnthurtme @melty-m00n Some of you have done this before, but… ;)
Awa, thank you for the tag! I’m not super comfortable with true representations of me, but I made a kinda blog persona, I guess ^^;
Now tagging: @tappdancing, @jj-star, @minervas-clown-art, @reblogging-archivist, @ariluisi, @roadbrrn, @snowiisu, and anyone else who wants to! No pressure <3
Elias :))) (because this, as does many picrews, does not have the hair style for my sona/vtuber design lmao)
Tagging: @hhatterene @omelette-boy @casual-flower @pastalovegod @ohheyitsyouagain @storysofmyown and anyone else who wants to do this!
This was a bit hard for me, since favorite characters are different from characters who describe my personality lol ^^;
i don't like how much i relate to these characters so i'll ignore it lmao
Tagging: @gompereatsall @omelette-boy @hhatterene @shinandlux @storysofmyown @ilikebirdsouo and anyone else who wants to do this!
Could I request a headcannon with the seven bros + Solomon where the mc has a pet suffering and needs to be put down ASAP. Mc ask them to be with them during the procedure.
This totally wont make me cry while I think about my pets TwT
Trigger Warning, obviously, so reader discretion is advised.
Lucifer
The moment he saw your teary eyes and broken expression he knew something was wrong. The demon got up as fast as he could to cradle you in his arms as you explained what the situation was. It pained him to see you in such pain, specially over the animal that you loved so much. For him you needn't even ask. The next day he is right there with you, as you say your final goodbyes to your beloved pet, hugging and kissing your face, reassuring you that although the pet was no longer with you, the time you both shared made it the happiest ever.
Mammon This demon would have a slightly hard time figuring out how to comfort you. Specially since he had had a pet he cared for as deeply as you cared for yours. But even so, the demon tried his best to be there, he was a little shocked when you asked him to be there in the pets final moments, he tried to play it off as him being the obvious choice but in reality the demon was really happy you would ask him to be in such a sentimental moment. Rubbing your back as you cried over the pet, staying silent as he watched over you. On the days that fallowed, he'd try his best to cheer you up, in his own Mammon way. He'd buy you multiple shiny and expensive things at random in hope to cheer you up, but when none have the result he hoped he ends up doing something a little more lowkey. He buys you a stuffed animal that is almost identical to your beloved pet, giving it to you and saying that even now they could accompany you.
Leviathan The boy knows exactly what it is like loosing or fearing the lost of a beloved pet. He and Henry are best friends., so he more than anyone understood the relationship you had with your pet. It was difficult for him to be there, specially since he was with you the moment the veterinary said there wasnt much he could do. He heard you try and figure out a way to save the poor animal, but there really wasnt a viable option. He awkwardly held you, giving you a small encouraging smile as you had to sit there and watch as your friend was put down. He cried a little with you, holding you closer, any game or anime in his schedule forgotten as the demon sat with you, and heard all your feelings in that moment, holding your hand, and trying his best to distract you whenever you asked him to.
Satan This demon, in his infinite book collection and knowledge he had a hard time trying to comfort you. And an even harder time watching as you had to witness the poor animal being put down for its own good. He didnt like any of it, from the sadness in your eyes to the fact he couldn't stop thinking about, he was an animal lover, after all, specially for cats. For him it was a mixture of emotions as he had to hold you close in the middle of the night, shushing as you cried and claimed how much you missed your little friend, and anger on how he couldnt help you in any way, or help your beloved pet. It hurt to see that although he loved you so much, there wasnt anything he could do to help you in those moments other than being there for you. So that's what he did, along with his knowledge of your lickings and some books on the grieving process he made sure to be as helpful to you as possible, kissing the tears away and even making an album with all the pictures you had taken with your beloved animal. Hoping that whenever you missed it, looking at it would ease the pain for you. And even if it didnt, he would be right there.
Asmodeus Asmo was a midpoint between the brothers that got it and the ones that didnt. But just like all others he made sure to be there for you as much as you needed him to. he was quite honored you would ask him to company you in such a moment, it moved him to know he was someone so close to you that you would ask him for comfort when it came to the loss of a loved one. And he did his best to do so, he didnt talk about himself the while time, instead, he talked about you, how you were feeling, and he tried to help you remember the happy memories with the animal rather than focus on what was about to happen. Afterwards he would make sure that you are taking care of yourself even, keeping a water bottle right next to you while always giving you as much affection as you needed or wanted in that moment. Reminding you that you had a good heart and that your animal would be really happy he had you as an owner while kissing you.
Beel Beel really, really, really didnt like to see you crying. Specially about losing someone you held close to your heart. It hurt him deeply when you told him your pet had to be put down since they couldn't be saved. His first instinct was to wrap you up in his arms and shield you from all that pain that would be coming soon, but the moment you started crying in his embrace he realized that this was something he couldnt protect you from. The demon would feel a wave of sadness as he stands next to you, watching you say goodbye to your small friend, and knowing there wasnt much he could do to help you, so, once you were ready to leave, he made sure to be there for you whenever you needed him. He would make sure you didnt skip meals over the sadness, reminding you that your friend wouldnt like seeing you all that sad. He just wanted to help you be happy again, and even if he couldnt bring your pet back he would try as much as possible to let you know that you had made the small animal as happy as it has made you.
Belphegor Belphegor would have the hardest time to understand why you were so sad over an animal. There were many like the one you had, you could easily just pick another one and give it the same name, but although he had those thought, he never went ahead and voiced them. he kept them silenced, knowing that you were in pain, and that even if he couldnt understand the source of that pain, he understood the pain of loosing someone important. So, when you asked him to be there, he stayed right by your side, if his presence alone could give you some sort of comfort then he wasnt about to deny you from it. On the next few days to weeks he would stay glued to your side, making sure to wipe the tears away whenever he saw them emerge, reminding you that everything would be alright, holding you close and letting you sleep in his arms. As clueless as he was as to why you cared about the animal so much, he wasnt about to mock you or make any ill comment about it, instead he kissed your forehead, wrapped you in a blanket, got you your favorite drink and reassured you that you were the best owner that the animal could have had.
Solomon Solomon would understand you better than most of the demons. Even more so than Leviathan. Giving that he was human like you, he understood the loving of something that wouldnt last for all your life. And those feelings only got deeper after the potion granted him immortality. He understood perfectly what it meant, and the pain which you were going trough at the moment. So, without even asking, he was right there, watching as you said goodbye to someone so special to you, and he knew he needed to do something to ease that pain. He used all kinds of spells until he found the right one, a spell to project ones memories. He knew it wouldn't be the same, and that it probably would only hurt more for a little while. But he wanted to let you be able to see and interact with the pet like you had in all those memories. and whenever you asked him to put the spell down, he’d be right there, with tissues to wipe your tears, and a warm hug.
this ask is a free pass to say whatever you want about whatever you've been fixated on lately! a character that lives in your head rent-free? a song you've been listening to on loop? a fic you're really passionate about writing? now's your chance to ramble! have fun!
Hi! Hello!! I havent been using tumblr much recently so I just saw this!
But one thing that immediately came to mind is Moriarty the patriot, lol. I watched the anime last Christmas and and it had me HOCKED for a couple weeks. I dont usually read manga but for this one I had to get the manga and read the continuation of where the story continued, even tho the anime is technically completed. But it was just so good! And certainly liked this rendition of Sherlock more than BBC Sherlocks. That one is a prick, this one, I want to play chess with lmao.And just Moriarty in general, I love him, want to give him tea and help with his crimes, pls he so cute.
On a personal note though, I have decided to rewrite an old book idea I had. Ihad made some progress with it but I got to a point where it was kinda meh, and the first chapter was really bad. But i have hopes for this one now lol
Oh! As for the new obey me fic i had mentioned a while ago, it certainly will take longer since its a little different from what im used to, so i'm still trying to figure it out! But one day it will come out, lol!
Hi!! 1) Happy New Year!! 2) I haven’t heard from you in a long time, how are you doing? Are you staying safe? Any new WIP? :) <3
Hi, hello!!!
Happy new year to you too!!!
So sweet of you to ask, I've been doing well, busy with College. I have and I truly hope you have been staying safe as well!!! As for any new WIPs, there is actually one. This one more focused on the side characters, I'm currently close to halfway in on it, but I'm hoping to get it out before January ends. I do tend up to disappear after i post a fic but I'm still very much in the fandom! 😅😂
And absolutely, that he definitely does, I can see him believing in Santa Claus if only because Simeon's told him about it once and Solomon's also mentioned it, making Luke believe even more. He would also be so excited not only when he receives a gift but when he gives gifts to the others, just all nervous and excited for them to see what he got them like the cute angel he is 🥺
