i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔
synopsis: you learned his silences by heart, translated his distance into hope,
mistook endurance for devotion—until loving him began to feel like disappearing.
♰ pairings. tsukishima kei x reader
♰ genre. angst
♰ word count. 615
♰ a/n. sorry for highkey ghosting u all WHHAHAHAHA i’ve just been real busy with life and school and stuff BUT! to celebrate my comeback, i come bearing tsukishima angst ;P enjoy!
There are some people you love like breathing—effortless, necessary, suffocating when taken away. And there are people you love like bleeding—slow, painful, and with every drop, you wonder how much more you can lose before you finally break.
Tsukishima Kei was both.
You knew it the first time he looked at you with those distant, scorched-earth eyes. The kind of gaze that warned you to not get close or else you’ll get burned.
But you stayed. You always did.
You stayed when he pushed you away with sharp words and silences colder than winter. You stayed when his hands trembled but never reached for you. You stayed when he carved spaces between you like he was more afraid of being held than being abandoned.
You stayed because you thought—Maybe if you loved him enough, Maybe if you stayed long enough, he would finally believe he was worth it. And maybe—just maybe—he’d finally learn how to love you back.
But love isn’t always loud. Sometimes, love is quiet in the worst way.
You had been telling him about something that upset you—a small thing, really, something that clung to you like a paper cut, a soft kind of pain that only needed a little kindness to heal.
But Tsukishima just scoffed, looking away like your hurt was too heavy for him to carry. “You’re overreacting again. Seriously, why do you always cry over things like this?”
And there it was. The crack you had been waiting to split. You blinked, once, twice—as if you could keep the tears from falling if you just didn’t move. As if you could freeze the moment before it broke you.
Your voice came out quieter than you meant. “If it hurts me, shouldn’t it matter to you?”
Silence.
“You said you hate seeing me cry, because you never know what to do, or what to say to calm me down….” The weight in your throat made the words feel like glass “But you’re the one who keeps making me cry, every damn time Kei.”
There was no venom in your voice. No sharpness. No anger. Only the soft ache of someone who had been holding the world’s worth of sadness in their chest for far too long.
Tsukishima’s eyes flickered, as if the weight of your words finally pierced something inside him. Like he hadn’t expected you to say it. Like he hadn’t realized how much you’d been carrying.
“I…I didn’t mean it like that.” he said, barely above a whisper.
And maybe that would have been enough the first time. Maybe you would have clung to that the way you used to—like a lifeline. Like a reason to stay. But this time, the ache inside you was louder than the excuse.
You just smiled—small, soft, heartbreakingly tired. “I know.”
Because that’s what hurt the most. He didn’t mean to. He just did.
You rose to your feet, slow, deliberate, as if moving too quickly would shatter you entirely.
He watched you, something desperate flickering in his gaze, but his hands never reached for you. That was always the problem, wasn’t it? His hands never reached for you.
“Where are you going?” It came out sharp, almost a demand—like he didn’t know how else to ask you to stay.
You hesitated in the doorway, one last chance waiting between your ribs. “Away from this.” You didn’t slam the door. You didn’t even raise your voice. Because you didn’t need to.
Some goodbyes are loud. Some leave echoes. But the ones that hurt the most are the quiet ones. The ones that come when you’ve finally stopped crying.
Because when you stop crying, it means you’ve finally learned to let them go.
💔 I know people will hate me for this, but I can’t stay silent anymore
I just want to find at least one person who feels the same way I do.
Even if a hundred or a thousand people will hate me for it, I want that one single person who understands what kind of scar this MC left on me.
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For a long time, I couldn't quite explain why I had such a deep dislike - no, a visceral rejection - of the MC of Love and Deepspace.
It wasn’t just that I found her annoying, rude, or bland - though many users defend her as "just a cute sweetheart" or "not that bad heroine".
No. I think I genuinely hate her.
And recently, after sitting with this feeling for months, I finally figured out why.
She is an empty shell.
A hollow, perfect otome heroine who had everything handed to her by default. She has:
- A loving older adoptive brother who would literally do anything for her because he had to watch her suffer as a child and ended up traumatized (while she conveniently forgot everything - how convenient, right?).
- A serious childhood friend who possibly had feelings for her but had to hide them to avoid hurting her with his evol - and of course she’s the only one who can make him smile again
- A literal husband from the future, who time-traveled just to save her (because even time itself is on this woman’s side).
- Not one but TWO ancient creatures (a mafia boss who created and controls an entire shadowy underworld mafia just to protect her, and a literal mermaid sea god whose soul is tied to hers across lifetimes) both of whom have loved her across lifetimes and would destroy the world for her!
The love interests? Fantastic.
They’re well-designed, emotionally rich, and full of potential.
But the moment you add destiny threads, past life reincarnations, and mythic soulmate-level love, something breaks.
I stop feeling like I’m part of the story.
I don’t feel like the MC.
I don’t feel like I’m influencing or choosing anything.
I don’t feel... close.
It feels like I’m just watching someone else’s picture-perfect story - some unreasonably lucky girl - from behind a screen. And I have absolutely nothing to do with it.
I think what makes it worse is that Infoflds advertises this as otome game from first-person POV.
A dating sim for women.
Isn’t it supposed to fulfill the fantasy of being special?
Of being seen?
But all I felt after a few months of playing and watching her was:
MC is the center of the universe.
And I mean that literally.
From what I understand, the plot eventually reveals that she’s a kind of cosmic entity - a celestial being that gave birth to an entire advanced civilization on another planet. She’s the source of life itself.
Every powerful man or godlike creatures in this world exists and lives because of her.
Loves her. Worships her. Saves her.
Even the player feels like they’re supposed to worship her.
She’s the chosen one. The universe, the love interests, and the story all bend to her - and honestly? It felt like the game was screaming in my face:
"Look at her! Look at everything she has that you never will!"
Yes, I know the mythic destiny trope is just a lazy storytelling shortcut to justify why all the LIs fall so hard so fast.
But still… it hurts.
This game showed me something I didn’t expect:
That I’m a non-MC reader.
Just a side character. A background girl.
And that’s why I adore non-MC stories with a reader.
They mirror how I feel in real life - painfully, but in a cathartic beautiful way.
They say: yes, even if you’re beautiful, loyal, smart, kind - if you weren’t born the Chosen One, if you weren’t written into the myth - then you’ll never be her.
You’ll never be the one they cross time and space for.
You’ll never be the cosmic soulmate.
You’ll never be the MC.
And yes, maybe I’m just a jealous bitter bitch.
Maybe I just fell too hard for the guys and now feel like a miserable outsider.
Maybe I felt like I was being pushed out of a story that never included me to begin with.
But this post - this pain - is real.
If you’ve ever felt like the story wasn’t written for you,
If you’ve ever watched miss Hunter be worshipped and thought:
“Why not me?”
If you’ve ever craved a story where someone like you gets to be seen, wanted, and chosen:
You're not alone.
EDIT: I never expected this to blow up. Thank you for all the support (and the chaos). I wrote a proper thank you to my fellow non-MC enthusiasts here.
♰ warnings. suggestive content. loser! idia at first but then he becomes a pervert (yum). noncon (?). pantie sniffing and stealing. stalking. uhhh idk what else. mdni
♰ word count. 1.5k
♰ a/n. i was on idia brainrot these past few weeks and decided to whip a lil something up ;) enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!
— loser! idia who kept his head down, ignoring everyone, why does crowley need ALL housewardens to attend to a stupid meeting in the first place? he was busy uttering curses in his mind when your sweet voice broke the ruckus. his head snapped up just slightly, just enough to steal a glance at you. w-wait were you stuttering?! and you weren’t just stuttering—you were anxiously fidgeting with your hands too!! are you nervous because of the meeting? because of someone? or—wait—what if you’re nervous because you hate crowds too?! oh god, did he just find a fellow social avoidance expert??
— loser! idia who actually wanted to approach and talk to you, but obviously he’s a coward. yeah, nope, definitely NOT happening. he’d literally rather fight a final boss solo with no revives than approach you right now. and so, as the meeting adjourns, he quickly and quietly leaves the room (with his heart racing wildly and his face burning).
— loser! idia who desperately tried to avoid you at every turn—but it was like the universe had other plans. no matter where he tried to hide, there you were. his carefully scouted, ultra-secret, 1000% normie-free safe zones? infiltrated. by you. of all people. what kind of cruel RNG was this?! ugh, this was turning into a way bigger side quest than he signed up for. his usual gaming hideout behind the school? you were there, sitting on the steps, quietly reading. the abandoned hallway near the library? you showed up, looking just as startled to see him as he was to see you. EVEN THE ROOFTOP—his ultimate last resort—had somehow become your preferred quiet spot?! and the worst part is sometimes, he’d see you there… and instead of running, he’d hesitate. just for a second. because—ugh, he’d never say it out loud—but you weren’t loud like the other normies. you weren’t disruptive. you were just… there. quiet. fidgeting. existing in your own little world.
— loser! idia who finally gained the courage to approach you. oh but trust him, it wasn’t like he wanted to—he just… happened to be in the same spot as you (again), and instead of immediately running in the opposite direction like usual, he somehow convinced himself to stay. which, might have been a huge mistake because the second your eyes flickered up to meet his, his brain immediately started screaming. abort, abort, abort— but you’d already seen him. his escape route had been cut off. and he just stood there, shifting on his feet, pulling at the strings of his hoodie like it was a lifeline. his mouth opened. closed. opened again. say something, you coward!
— loser! idia who mumbled the weakest, most pathetic greeting ever known. “u-uh…yo?” his voice cracked, and he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole there on the spot. that was so cringe!! seriously?! ‘yo’?! what am i a generic background delinquent?! while he was having a crisis, you chuckled softly before greeting him in return. idia.exe has stopped working.
— loser! idia who didn’t know how this “friendship” between you even started. at first he avoided you like the plague and the next thing he knew, you two were hanging out like it was normal. at first, he figured you were just another shy person suffering through NRC, but the more you talked, the more he realized—wait, you actually get him?! you didn’t just tolerate his rants about games, anime, and how normies were a blight upon existence—you joined in. he slowly let his guard down around you. he didn’t even mean to, but you were just… easy to talk to. there were no expectations, no forced small talk, no annoying social pressure. if you two sat in silence, it wasn’t awkward. if you talked, it wasn’t exhausting. before he knew it, he was complaining about gacha rates and actually making jokes without wanting to crawl into a hole and die afterward.
— loser! idia who slowly fell for you and your little quirks. but hey! it’s not like you can blame him. you were stupidly cute in ways that made his heart do dumb things. you matched his energy—avoiding crowds, hiding from normies, nerding out over random things. you got excited about the smallest details, and somehow, somehow, you even made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the biggest loser in existence.
— loser! idia who slowly became possessive and obsessive over you. it started as just worry, okay?! totally normal levels of concern. but then his mind started spiraling—what if something bad happened to you and he wasn’t around?! NRC was a literal villain academy, full of shady, power-hungry weirdos, you can’t trust any of the students here—well, aside from him and ortho but that’s besides the point! you—with your big doe eyes and painfully sweet personality—were basically walking around with a giant “EASY TARGET” sign on your back. you can be easily taken advantage of!
— loser! idia who swore to be your protector. it wasn’t even a choice at this point—it was a necessity. so what if he wasn’t exactly the heroic, sword-wielding, normie-approved protector type? he had brains. he had strategy. and most importantly—he had a highly advanced AI-powered little brother who could do background checks on anyone who so much as looked at you funny. he might be a loser, but if he notices someone teasing or making you uncomfortable, he’ll reluctantly step in. “H-hey, back off, normie… uh, I mean, don’t be rude, or whatever…” then he drags you away like a panicked introvert escaping a social interaction.
— loser perv! idia who set up cameras all over ramshackle dorm to “keep an eye out on you.” it wasn’t stalking! no no, this was just preventative security measures! NRC was dangerous, okay?! a totally defenseless, magicless, too-trusting person like you? living alone in a rundown, ghost-infested dorm? that was basically asking for trouble. anyone with half a brain would’ve done the same! (right?)
— loser perv! idia who watches you 24/7 watching everything. the way you got ready for bed. the way you sighed and stretched when you thought no one was looking. the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder sometimes. and oh god, when you absentmindedly played with the hem of your skirt or chewed on the end of your pen? yeah. he was so beyond saving. okay so maybe he checked the cameras a little too often. maybe he kept the feed open on one of his monitors at all times. maybe he watched you even when there was no actual danger. but it’s not like he was doing anything weird! just… making sure you weren’t lonely!
— loser perv! idia who became utterly obsessed with you. he’d watch you from afar, his eyes tracing every movement, every smile. his room was filled with pictures of you, some taken without your knowledge. his obsession grew darker, more twisted. his obsession became all-consuming. he hacked into your social media accounts, reading your private messages and learning more about you than you ever intended to share. he’d watch you through hidden cameras he installed in your room, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction as he invaded your privacy.
— loser perv! idia who snuck into your dorm one night as you were asleep. he watched you for hours, his heart racing with excitement and fear. oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel your skin against his. but he knew he couldn’t risk waking you up. instead, he roamed your room. touching your things, smelling the perfume you use, looking at the plushies you kept, but it wasn’t enough, so he made his way to your bathroom and went through all your dirty clothing. sniffing the clothes you wore, rummaging for ages until he found it. your soiled panties. he took them all, moaning as he smelt your scent on them. god he can feel himself growing hard right now. he took your underwear and kept them all on the pocket of his hoodie. but before he left he made sure to give you one look, and well maybe a peck on your cheek, but it’s not like you’d find out, right?
— loser perv! idia who rushed to his dorm room and locked it to make sure no one would disturb him.
— loser perv! idia who watched various amounts of hentai that night, imagining it was you writhing and moaning under him. he pulled off his sweats and boxers and let his cock free. he hissed as the cold air hit his cock—then, he pulled your panties from where he had kept them. one hand sniffing it, and the other jerking himself off. he was so close, he could feel it, and so he took your underwear and jerked himself with it. oh fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore.
— loser perv! idia who couldn’t help himself from moaning your name over, and over until he came hard. his mind filled with dirty thoughts of defiling your innocence. god, he can’t wait to ruin you. he jerked himself faster, and faster until he came. his fluids soiling your panties. his breathing was labored, cheeks flushed. ah shit, this wasn’t gonna cut it, he needed more.
synopsis: in which you, the new human transfer in Devildom realize bit by bit that you are only seen as a replacement for Lilith.
part i. part iii.
♰ pairings. obey me brothers x fem! Reader
♰ genre. angst
♰ word count. 2.2k
♰ a/n. haha...hey...i know its been so long since i posted part 1 but you can't blame me! i've been swamped with school and lost the motivation to write, so this is my apology pls accept it </3 enjoy reading and don't forget to lmk your thoughts! (p.s. im so sorry that lucifer's part was so short ehe)
Over time, you began to notice the small things, the subtle gestures that hinted at something you couldn’t quite grasp. The brothers were kind to you, undeniably so. They treated you with warmth and affection, and you had grown close to each of them, bonding in ways that made you feel at home in the Devildom. But there was something... slightly off about it all, something you couldn’t shake.
You had formed a close relationship with Mammon, finding it easier to bond and connect with him in comparison to his other brothers. It wasn't just that he was loud or impulsive, or that he often dragged you into crazy schemes—there was something in his eyes when he looked at you, something softer, more genuine. With him, you felt less like a replacement and more like a person—your person, but boy were you mistaken.
One random evening, Mammon had barged into your room, grinning like he always did, but in his hand was a bouquet of flowers. They were lilies. The kind with soft white petals and delicate purple hues that seemed to shimmer in the light.
“Here ya go. I just! found them on my way back home…” He handed them over to you, a soft blush painting his features. “They’re special….I guess.”
You gave him a soft smile before standing on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Mammon. They're lovely."
He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little awkward. “Well, uh... Lilith used to love these, thought you’d like ‘em too.”
At that, your smile faltered, and your gaze lingered on the flowers. Lilith, huh? You question if the gift was really meant for you or if they were meant for her. You shook your head slightly and met his eyes again, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Thanks. But, um... I’m really tired, so if you don’t mind, could you leave?"
He looked taken aback but nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah, of course. Rest well, Y/N." You closed the door softly and immediately walked to the trash bin, you grabbed the flowers and tossed them inside. You hated lilies.
But the lilies were just the beginning.
Lucifer followed soon after.
He knocked on your bedroom door one evening, holding a small, ornate music box, intricate carvings polished to perfection. “This is for you.” he stated before opening it, a beautiful melody filling not only the room but the whole house as well. You stood there, in awe, yet something about it made your chest tighten.
“This belonged to Lilith,” he said, his voice soft. “She was enamored with it, bringing it everywhere we went and playing with it. I thought you might like it as much as she did.”
“Thank you.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as your hand shook before taking the box. Lucifer nodded, his gaze lingering on the music box for a moment longer. He then bid you goodnight, walking back towards his room, you noticed the faintest trace of a sigh escape him, as though the act of handing over that music box had taken something from him. As soon as he left, you placed it on a high shelf, far out of sight.
Leviathan’s room was dim—the only source of light coming from his monitor. It was another one of your late night anime watching sessions and you had both stayed up all night binge-watching a newly released anime. You sat beside him, wrapped in a blanket he had tossed your way earlier, your eyes heavy with exhaustion but you were just too invested to stop.
“Okay, okay, this is finally the last episode.” Levi said, barely containing his excitement. “This is gonna be so good.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, adjusting your position on the couch. “Alright then, hit play already!”
As the opening credits rolled, Levi shot you a glance before grinning. “You know… the main character kinda reminds me of you.” You raised a brow. “Oh? How so?”
Levi gestured toward the screen. “Just look at them! Their whole vibe—the way they act, the way they talk, even some of their features!—it’s just so you.” Curious, you turned your attention fully to the character in question. They had a quiet strength to them, a soft but determined presence. And yet, as the scene unfolded, your stomach twisted.
Because the character didn’t remind you of yourself. They reminded you of her.
The resemblance to Lilith was undeniable—the same gentle eyes, the same way they carried themselves, the way they spoke, even the way they looked all felt eerily familiar. Your heart sank as you realized what Levi was seeing.
He wasn’t seeing you.
You swallowed, forcing a small laugh. “You think so?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, completely unaware of the weight behind his words. “Yeah! It’s uncanny. Maybe that’s why I felt comfortable around you so quickly—it’s like I already knew you.”
Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes. So that was it. Even here, in a world separate from reality, you were still standing in someone else’s shadow.
Next came Satan.
It was a quiet afternoon, and you had wandered far from the House of Lamentation, seeking peace and quiet. Seated on a bench, you immersed yourself in a random book from the library, enjoying the peace.
A soft ‘meow’ pulled you from your reading. Glancing up, you spotted a small black kitten approaching, its green eyes warm and curious. Setting your book aside, you cooed at the tiny creature, extending a hand to beckon it closer.
You picked it up softly, making contact with its soft fur. The cat looked at you curiously before meowing once more. Your heart softened at it, and you placed it on your lap, petting it slowly. The cat’s eyes became more and more droopy, and soon after it fell asleep.
Smiling, you reached for your D.D.D. to capture the moment—only to pause at the sound of a quiet chuckle behind you.
Turning quickly, you found Satan watching you, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“You’re good with cats.” Satan remarked, stepping closer before seating himself beside you. His voice was smooth, but there was something softer in it than usual—something almost fond.
You relaxed slightly, offering a small smile as you glanced down at the sleeping kitten in your lap. “I think this little one just likes me.” you said, running a gentle hand over its fur.
He watched the kitten with adoration, petting it softly as well. “You’re quite similar to Lilith.” he murmured and you froze at the mention of her name. “Animals were drawn to her, especially cats. She had this… certain gentleness about her.”
Your fingers stilled, the weight of his words settling over you like a familiar shadow. Here it was again. Another moment, another memory that wasn’t really yours. When will it end?
You were out shopping with Asmodeus, hopping from store to store. Your feet ached unbearably, but despite the discomfort, you found yourself enjoying the moment. He was going on and on about the latest fashion trends and gossip, and you smiled as you listened, entertained by his enthusiasm.
His rambling came to an abrupt stop when his eyes landed on a fragrance shop. With a delighted squeal, he grabbed your hand and eagerly pulled you inside.
The shop was filled with soft, ambient lighting and shelves lined with elegant glass bottles, each containing a different scent. The air was thick with floral, citrus, and musky undertones, blending together into something almost intoxicating.
Asmodeus let go of your hand and immediately darted from display to display, picking up bottles and spritzing them onto tester strips. Meanwhile, you wandered through the shop at your own pace, picking up bottles and sampling various scents, searching for a new one that suited you.
You had just found a light, floral fragrance that you liked when Asmodeus turned to you and gasped dramatically. “Oh! That one!” he exclaimed, holding up the sleek glass bottle. His eyes shimmering with excitement as he spritzed some onto his wrist. “You’ve got good taste Y/N! You know, Lilith also loved this scent! She used to wear it all the time—it was practically made for her.”
Your face fell at the mention of her name once more. God, why does everything have to be about her?
“You should buy it!” he insisted. “I just know it’ll smell amazing on you—just like it did on her.”
You hesitated, staring down at the delicate bottle. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have.
“Go on.” he urged, smiling brightly. “It’ll be perfect on you.” Just like how it was perfect for Lilith.
Then it was Beelzebub.
You were sitting in the living room, scrolling mindlessly on your D.D.D. Your attention was then interrupted when you heard the main entrance open and close. Beelzebub walked towards you, a smile evident on his soft features, he was holding what looked like a basket of pastries, the sweet aroma filling the air.
“Hey Y/N! I was over at this new pastry shop earlier and look what I got!” He said excitedly, you smiled up at him before he picked one out of the bunch and handed it over to you. It was a strawberry flavored bread, your favorite. You took it from him, about to thank him before he beat you to it.
“That was Lilith’s favorite!” he said, his voice tinged with a rare gentleness. “I thought you’d like to try it.” You stared at the pastry on your hand, your appetite vanishing.
“Oh…Thanks, Beel.” you murmured, disappointment evident in your voice. He smiled up at you before heading to his room, surely to eat the rest of the pastries, while you sat there, staring at the bread before placing it in the fridge and walking back to your room.
The bread sat untouched on the refrigerator for days until they went bad, and you threw them away.
You sat hunched over your desk, your room dimly lit by the soft glow of your lamp. The assignment in front of you was due tomorrow, but the words on the page blurred together, your exhausted mind struggling to focus.
This had become your routine—staying up late, drowning yourself in schoolwork, anything to keep your thoughts from spiraling. The dark circles under your eyes had deepened over the past few weeks, proof of just how little rest you were getting.
But it wasn’t just the assignments keeping you up. It was them.
A soft knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Before you could respond, it creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.
Belphegor.
He rubbed his eyes, looking just as sleepy as ever, but there was something different in his expression—something more aware, more concerned. He didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of you, the exhaustion weighing heavy on your frame.
“…You’re not sleeping.” His voice was quiet, but certain. It wasn’t a question. You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I’ve got a lot to do.” Belphegor didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked closer, something bundled in his arms. When he reached your side, he held it out to you. A thick, worn blanket.
You blinked at it, hesitant. “What’s this?” He didn’t meet your eyes as he spoke. “It was Lilith’s.”
Oh.
“She always used it when she couldn’t sleep.” he continued, voice softer now. “Said it made her feel safe.”
Your throat tightened as you stared at the fabric in his hands. Still, you reached out, your fingers brushing against the fabric. It was soft, familiar in a way it shouldn’t have been.
“Thanks.” you murmured, forcing a smile. Belphegor nodded, watching you for a moment longer before turning away. “Get some sleep.” he muttered before slipping out of the room.
You held the blanket close, staring down at it, your chest heavy with something you couldn’t name. You were being given another piece of her.
It wasn’t just the gifts that hurt—it was the way they looked at you. Like they were searching for pieces of her in you, hoping to fill the void she’d left behind. Each gift came with the same unspoken message: You’re not Lilith, but we wish you were.
That same night, as you stared at the collection of gifts scattered around your room, you finally broke. The memory of Lilith lingered like a ghost in the House of Lamentation, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape her shadow. And with every gift, every gesture, it became clearer—you were never truly seen. Not for who you were. Not for who you wanted to be. You were a ghost in someone else’s place, a cruel imitation of the sister they lost. Every kindness they offered wasn’t meant for you, no matter how much you laughed, cried, or screamed, it wouldn’t matter. They never cared for you. They cared for the pieces of her they saw in you.
You were her, in all the ways that counted. And you wondered if they would ever realize—if they would ever mourn you, the way they mourned her. Or if you were never meant to be anything more than Lilith’s shadow.
synopsis: you’d been doing an excellent job at avoiding Lucifer these past few days—you kept your distance, stayed busy, kept your focus elsewhere—but of course, fate had other ideas. Getting stuck in a small closet with him was definitely not part of your plan, yet here you were.
♰ pairings. lucifer morningstar x afab!reader
♰ genre. smut (porn with plot unfortunately)
♰ warnings. fingering. reader gets called doll by Luci like…twice i think. she also gets called whore and slut :P
♰ word count. 1.7k
♰ a/n. first ever smut pls go easy on me 😕 YES THIS IS PORN WITH PLOT IK I HATE IT TOO BUT I HAD TO!! enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!
Ignoring Lucifer wasn’t something you had planned, not exactly, but under certain circumstances, you had to. It all started one evening when you poured your heart out to him, confessing that you liked him—so much so that the weight of your feelings felt like it could drown you. You were a mess—sweaty palms, nervous gaze, shaky breath—but he stayed calm. "Y/N..." he said, and as you lifted your gaze to meet his, you saw only pity, and cold harsh rejection. Before he could say anything more, you had already turned away, desperate to escape the suffocating tension. You had gotten good at avoiding him, finding company with his brothers instead.
A few days had passed and Asmo decided to host a small, intimate celebration at the House of Lamentation, to honor his milestone of 2 million followers on Devilgram. You sat in his room as you waited for him to finish getting ready, he had insisted that he would be the one to doll you up.
“You know you really should take this chance to stop avoiding Lucifer. The tension between you two is so painfully obvious, everyone can see it! Even Beel can tell!” he said, making finishing touches to his makeup. You rolled your eyes at him. “Uh huh and then what? Face his rejection? I think I’ll pass.” He glanced over at you with a sigh. “Well, maybe he won’t reject you—maybe you’re just overthinking it—” You cut him off.
“Shh! No more Lucifer talk from this point on. I forbid it! Now, are you finally done so you can start dolling me up?” you asked, giving him the cutest puppy eyes. “Fine! Come here. I just got this new makeup palette that would look fab on you.” he said, ushering you to his makeup table.
After hours of hair styling, lipstick swatching, and dress fitting, he was finally done. He motioned for you to stand and turn so he could admire his work. “Perfect! Now no one will be able to take their eyes off you—especially dear old Luci—AHEM, I mean... You better not steal my spotlight okay? Not that you can anyway.” he clasps his hands together as he urged you both outside where the others were waiting.
The night was as lively—as expected from Asmo. You had danced to your heart’s content and drank without any care in the world. As you sat on the sofa, chatting and drinking with Solomon, Asmo stumbled over to you both. “Hey, want to join us? We’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven—well, hell, I guess.” he slurred. You shared a look with Solomon. “Why not?” you said, feeling carefree from all the alcohol, Solomon nodded in agreement. “Perfect! Let’s go then, everyone’s waiting!” Asmo said, cheerfully pulling you both along.
When you arrived, you noticed the group consisted of just the brothers and a few other demons. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lucifer chatting with Barbatos, but you paid it no mind at all. You sat between Mammon and Satan, and to no one’s surprise, Lucifer sat directly across from you, his gaze fixated on you. Great, you thought, this was going to be a long night.
After a few rounds and drinks later, it was finally your turn. Asmo shot you a mischievous glance before spinning the bottle. You stared at the floor, not wanting to know who you’d be paired with. The room fell silent as the bottle came to a stop. You looked around at first before your eyes landed on the bottle—it landed on Lucifer. You were about to protest when you saw him stand up and make his way towards you. Without a word, he took your hand and gently pulled you toward the closet.
Once inside, you quickly pulled your hand away from him. Great—here you were, stuck in a closet with the one demon you were avoiding like the plague, and for 7 minutes no less! You tried to focus on anything but him, grateful for the dim light in the small space. Your dilemma was cut short when you realized the position you were in: you were face-to-face with Lucifer, his thigh positioned in between your legs, his arms placed above you. ‘Oh fuck me.’ you thought. ‘You know what? I could just ignore him for the whole 7 minutes. How hard can that be?’ your thoughts were then interrupted by a deep voice.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” he said, his tone firm. You rolled your eyes but decided to remain silent. He sighed softly before his fingers gently grasped your chin, turning your face to meet his.
“Why?” he asked, his eyes locking with yours, the closeness between you two evident as you smell the faint scent of alcohol lingering on him. “I wasn’t avoiding you.” you answer defensively. He let out a soft chuckle. “You really expect me to believe that?” His voice was low, a hint of teasing lacing his words. You tried to avoid his stare, but it was impossible to look away.
“Was it because of your confession the other day?” he asked, his voice gentle but filled with intensity. You sighed, trying to step back. “No. I’m not doing this with you. Not now, not ever.” You attempted to open the closet door, but before you could, he pulled you back toward him.
“No, we’re doing this now,” he insisted, his grip firm as he turned you to face him. He looked at you for a brief moment, and then, without warning, he cupped your face and kissed you. The kiss was full of intensity, passion, and something deeper—something you couldn't deny. You were taken aback and was about to pull away, but before you could, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer. Everything around you seemed to fade as you gave in, kissing him back with the same intensity. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever before he finally pulled away, breathless.
“This was not how I wanted things to go.” he murmured. “But you’re just so stubborn so I had to take matters into my own hands.” he caressed your face before speaking up.
“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice low and filled with desperation. You nodded eagerly, your heart racing. “Please.” you whimpered. He let out a soft chuckle, but it was quickly swallowed by him pulling you into another kiss. This kiss was raw, fervent, and intoxicating, leaving you weak in the knees.
His hands gripped your waist possessively, bringing you closer to him as you tangled your fingers in his hair. A deep growl rumbled from his throat before his lips trailed down to your neck. You moaned softly. “Luci, please. I need you.” you gasped, the alcohol fueling your boldness and longing.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Are you sure? We can—” But before he could finish, you crashed your lips against his. “If you don’t touch me right now,” you whispered breathlessly against his mouth, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.” Without a moment's hesitation, he slowly unzipped your dress, just enough to free your breasts. He immediately captured one with his mouth, while his other hand explored the other. You moaned louder this time, completely unbothered by the possibility of being overheard by the others. His eyes burned with desire as he took in the sight of you.
“Luci— fuck… I need more.” he chuckled as he pulled away from your breast. “Your wish is my command.” he whispered against your lips, his breath hot, before kissing you deeply as his hand went lower.
His hand roamed at your thighs before placing it on your pussy. His chuckle was dark, almost cruel, as his fingers brushed over the thin lace of your panties. “Jesus, doll,” he breathed. “Already this soaked for me? And I barely even touched you.” He hooked a finger under the edge of your panties and tugged them aside. The cool air hit your exposed core, making you flinch, but then his finger was there, brushing over your slick folds, and your breath caught in your throat.
“Fuck.” he muttered, circling your entrance lazily. Without warning, he pushed a finger inside you, curling it just right to press against that spongy spot deep within. You bit your lips harshly at that. He leans in closer to you, his head tilting slightly, as if mocking you. “Yeah? You like that, doll? Like being a good little slut for me?”
This man was going to be the death of you.
You clenched as he added a second finger, stretching you further. His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles that had your vision blurring.
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, and you whined softly, reaching for him instinctively. But he caught your wrist, pinning it to the wall above your head. His other hand wrapped around your throat. “As much as I’d love to see you cum on my fingers right now, we’re still in the closet. And as much as I want to hear you moan my name over and over, my brothers are still outside, wouldn’t want them hearing how much of a whore you are for me now would we?”
You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. He was right. You fumbled with your dress, your hands shaking as you adjusted your panties and smoothed the fabric back into place.
As you made your way out of the closet you were surprised to see the empty room, the mess of the after-party still scattered about. Lucifer’s chuckle echoed softly, a mix of amusement and something else, as he looked at the scene before him, then he effortlessly lifted you in his arms. “Well, it seems my foolish brothers have finally managed to use that brain of theirs.” he remarked, his tone teasing, as he carried you toward his room.
“Let’s continue what we started then. I’ll make sure you’ll scream and writhe for me.” he whispers against your lips before kissing you once more.
You knew that you still needed to have a long conversation about the whole confession thing, but you have plenty of time to worry about that. God, you owe Asmo one.
‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— WE'LL NEVER LAST SO WHY CAN'T I LET GO OF THIS?
synopsis: loving malleus felt like a dream come true, a beautiful, perfect dream—but what would it be like to wake up and face the reality of returning to your world?
♰ pairings. malleus draconia x gn!reader
♰ genre. fluff to angst (?) idk i think its just full on angst hehe
♰ word count. 1.2k
♰ a/n. oh lookie here another angst!! you can't blame me for writing angst bcus this is all my friends ever request. lowkey (highkey) inspired by laufey's song promise. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!
You two weren’t bound to last—your love was a ticking time bomb, and with every passing moment, you felt the weight of the inevitable end pressing down on you. You dreaded the days that followed, each one a reminder that soon, the love you shared would crumble into nothing. You tried so hard to push the thoughts of leaving aside, to immerse yourself fully in the present, but they lingered, persistent and quiet. You knew that leaving would break you, carve wounds so deep in your heart and soul that they might never heal, but you could never walk away—not when he looks at you every time with so much love and adoration—as though you had woven the stars and moon into the night, casting light into a world he saw as nothing but dark and gloomy. And so you gave in, finally accepting the love that he was more than willing to give.
He never thought he’d feel like this, never thought that the day would come where someone would be able to tug at his heart strings—yet he wasn’t upset, quite the contrary rather. For the first time, he felt alive in a way he never had before, the walls he’d built around himself through time finally began to crack. Vulnerability wasn’t something Malleus was used to—but strangely it felt warm, normal, right. When he fell for you, he fell hard, wanting nothing more but to surrender every fragment of his soul to you. Who would have guessed that the great powerful mage would be capable of something so delicate?
Loving Malleus was easy, as did being with him. He was the epitome of a gentleman: greeting you with a gentle kiss on your hand and softly kissing your forehead whenever he bid you goodbye, surprising you with beautiful flowers “just because”, wiping away your tears with the softest touch, and soft whispers of his unwavering devotion. He knew you better than you knew yourself, recognizing your feelings even when you kept to yourself. He doesn’t push you to explain what’s troubling you; instead, he holds you gently, offering a warm embrace that speaks to you in ways words never could. He loved you in every way he knew how to. And he knew that loving you would also mean letting you go.
“Hush now, child of man. It’s going to be okay,” his voice was muffled as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of you one last time. You felt the warmth of his tears against your skin as his grip tightened, as if he were holding onto the last thread of something beautiful. Your sobs erupted once more, harder this time, your heart breaking as you cried into his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair in a feeble attempt to soothe you. God, you were going to miss him.
“It’s not going to be okay! Wanna stay here with you, just like I promised.” Your voice broke. He then pulls you away from his embrace, his eyes bloodshot, tears staining his face. He tried to hold a smile, but it was fragile, as if he were breaking inside too—which, he is. Despite all the hurt and pain painting his features, he still looked beautiful, curse him and his gorgeous face.
He anticipated this, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I know,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I know, but sometimes promises... are not meant to last. And it hurts me greatly, my love.” His hand brushed your cheek, his touch soft and gentle. "But I can’t do anything to change things, I wish I could, but I can't... not this time."
“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your heart breaking at the thought of never feeling his warmth again, never having late-night walks with him again, never hearing the corny jokes he pulled just to make you laugh, never hearing his voice again, never seeing him again. “I don’t want to forget you, Tsunotaro…”
His expression softened, but it didn’t stop the tears that slipped from his eyes. He stroked your face gently, trying to memorize the feeling of you. “You won’t forget me,” he said, but his voice trembled, betraying his own doubt. “I’ll always be a part of you, even when I’m not there, because a piece of me will always live within you, just as a part of you resides in me, forever intertwined. In every step you take, in every laugh you share, in the quiet moments when you think of me. I’ll live in those.”
The thing with love is that it breaks you as much as it heals you, and though you don’t regret being with Malleus, you regret not having enough time with him. There was never enough time to keep loving each other as you longed to, never enough time to bare your heart completely, never enough time to love him with all the depth your heart had to give before the world demanded you let go.
You connected your forehead with his, feeling him once more. Malleus’ face twisted with pain, his own tears mixing with yours. “I want to be with you as well, maybe even more than you do, but we can’t twist fate, my dove. You belong in that world, and I belong here.” he says, and you don’t know if he’s convincing you or himself, maybe the latter.
You knew deep down that his absence would create a void that nothing could fill, and you couldn’t shake the fear that in the end, the memory of him would start to fade, piece by piece. “I’ll miss you, Tsunotaro, so damn much.” you whispered, your voice shaky, the weight of your words heavier than you had ever known.
“I will too, child of man.” he responded, his voice low, thick with the same sorrow that gripped your heart—and he kissed you. A kiss that was filled with sorrow, yet so much love. A kiss that would forever be engraved in your memory. A kiss that he made sure you will never forget. A kiss that you knew would be the last. As he pulled away, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, his gaze tender, but filled with an undeniable weight. You could see the love in his eyes, but there was also the painful understanding that this was it—this was the end. The end of something beautiful, something irreplaceable.
You reluctantly pulled away from him, the pain of doing so almost unbearable, and started making your way toward the mirror that would lead you back home. Before stepping through, you glanced back at him. “I promise to visit when the time comes. Make sure you don’t fall in love with someone else while I’m gone okay? Or else I’d kill you myself.” you joke, as he chuckles in response.
“I wouldn’t even dream of being with someone other than you, I’ll be awaiting your arrival, no matter how long it takes.” You turned your gaze forward, fearing that when you looked at him for much longer, you’d run back into his arms and refuse to leave.
“I love you, Malleus.” you whispered, just before stepping into the mirror, knowing you were leaving a piece of yourself behind.
“I love you too Y/N.” he answers back but you didn’t even hear him, because you were already gone, taking his heart with you.
When you turned around, the mirror had vanished, and so had he. A strange sense of relief washed over you, being back, but deep down, you knew this wasn’t truly your home. Because home wasn’t a place—it was a person. It was your Tsunotaro. It was Malleus.
an adorable, achingly beautiful, somehow even more attractive mess. but still, a mess.
he approaches you, seated in one of the once meticulously arranged chairs now messily sprawled across the great hall, with two glasses of punch in hand. you take one of the cups from him with a whisper of gratitude, and all he does is smile at you in return.
your palms begin to take after the rest of your body, coated in a light sheen of sweat from all the dancing. the pattering of your heart picks up, like it so often does when cedric flashes that smile of his. but in here, under the warm and cool lights hung with magic on the ceiling merging together to cast its bright rays on cedric, on the high of his cheekbones that form shadows on the lower half of his face, further accentuating his features as if he doesn't already look like he's been sculpted at birth by aphrodite herself. on his eyes, a shade of blue so indescribable that you can't decide if it's more comparable to the skies on a warm summer afternoon, clear and free of clouds, or the seas, vast and endless and possessing the ability to swallow you whole.
in here, cedric looks positively ethereal, and it makes the quick and steady beating of your heart turn erratic. fluctuating between highs and lows, from a speed that turns your ears red to one that makes it so that all you can hear are loud, deliberate thuds.
it hurts, what he's done to you, without ever really doing anything. the wild mix of emotions he's sending through your veins in overwhelming waves from just standing there with a smile on his pretty face.
it hurts, so much that your hands shake from the violent need to pull him close by the collar of his wrinkled suit, splashes of spilled punch a stark contrast to the white cotton. to run your hands through his hair, card your fingers through those messy locks of his, the gel he'd use having completely worn off as the moon ascended to its peak. to kiss him, lay claim on his lips, steal his breath until all you know is him.
it hurts, because you know you can't act on these urges. you'd gone to the yule ball as friends, after all, nothing less, and certainly nothing more. he'd ask you almost immediately after mcgonagall had made the announcement to spare you from the the trouble of having to look for a date and him from the barrage of invitations he's bound to get from every other girl in hogwarts and beauxbatons.
he'd ask you because it was convenient, and what right did you have to hold him, kiss him, when you're just friends.
so you sit there, so awfully close that your limbs are practically glued, laughing at his jokes as you cradle the heart you've hopelessly handed to this boy with hair spun like threads of gold.
so. the kissing cedric stupid at the yule ball kinda took a turn for the worst ... also this is the most angst you'll get out of me chat i suck at writing pain
synopsis: the bond you shared with Draco was unbreakable, a love that grew deeper than anything to the point where nothing could ever sever it. but what would happen to you and your relationship once Draco was compelled to follow his family’s dark path?
♰ pairings. draco malfoy x gn!reader
♰ genre. fluff to angst
♰ warnings. major character death, a little ooc...(i think!) pet names included (love, doll, dear)
♰ word count. 2k
♰ a/n. this was set during the deathly hallows aka during their sixth year at Hogwarts. reader is from a diff house. inspired by the famous "congratulations, my love!" to "please, my love..." lines from rioagatha. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!
The world around you seemed to fade, the cheers and shouts dimming as your gaze fixed solely on him. He had done it—he had caught the snitch that secured Slytherin's victory. As you watched him celebrate with his teammates, your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love and pride. You knew how hard he had worked for this, all the late nights spent on the pitch was worth it. His eyes swept the crowd, searching, until he found you.
He grabbed his broom and made his way toward you in the stands.
"Did you see me, love? I finally did it! We won!" he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.
You chuckled softly as a smile tugged at your lips. "Congratulations, my love! You were incredible up there."
Your heart swelled as you gazed at him, full of love so fierce, and so overwhelming. As he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a kiss filled with fervor, the cheers of the crowd grew louder around you two—but you didn’t care about them, because in that moment, all that mattered was him and you. And it was then when you realized that loving him would be your kryptonite.
You carefully tucked the polaroid photo from that day into the pocket of your robe. It was a memory from your fifth year—one you would never forget.
As you stepped off the train, he kissed your forehead as you both bid each other goodbye. He then started fumbling through his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Looking up at him in confusion, you asked him softly, "What's that, my dear?"
He opened the box with a smile, revealing a ring adorned with small (fav color) gems surrounding a larger green one, the colors that had come to represent both of you. With a gentle smile, he took your hand and said, "It’s a promise ring. This will do for now, until I can give you a proper engagement ring—one far better than this. But this, for now, is a symbol of my love and commitment to you. Trust me, once we graduate, I’ll marry you. I swear my own life on it."
He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed it gently, his eyes filled with unwavering sincerity. “I love you, Y/N and very much so to the point that my heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”
Your eyes welled up with tears threatening to fall. Godric, you really did love this man. “And I love you, so much, my dear. I’ll be holding onto that promise of yours, Malfoy.”
A soft laugh escaped both of you, the bond between you unspoken but so deeply understood.
If you had known that that would be the last happy memory you two would share, you would’ve stayed there a little longer. Because when you returned to Hogwarts for your sixth year, everything had shifted.
You sat beside him the entire train ride back, like always, but something was different. His responses were distant, his touch absent, and the love that once radiated from his eyes were gone. Something had definitely happened over the summer, you thought, but whenever you asked him, he merely brushed you off and went back to staring at the view from outside the train. And in the days that followed, the distance between you two only grew.
The spark, joy, and love you both had shared seemed to have fade into nothingness. He doesn’t talk to you anymore, much less acknowledge you. He doesn’t send you letters during class. He doesn’t hold your hand under the table of the Great Hall during breakfast or dinner. He doesn’t hold your waist when he escorts you to your common room. And he doesn’t kiss you when bidding you goodbye anymore. He had become a shell of the man you used to love—the man that loved you so greatly. And so you had accepted the painful truth: that he was no longer the same, he was no longer the Draco you once knew and loved. It broke you, greatly, but there was nothing else left for you to do.
After Dumbledore's death, it was as if Hogwarts died along with him. The school that once radiated life and warmth now felt broken and changed into something darker and more ominous than ever before. You learned along the way that Draco had become a Deatheater, a sharp pain lodged in your chest. You knew this was bound to happen, considering the family he grew up in—but you still trusted him. Believed his promise that he won’t follow his father’s footsteps; but promises are always meant to be broken.
And then it came, the war that you so longingly dreaded. Everyone fought desperately for their lives, and the Hogwarts you had once cherished was now a shadow of its former self.
You and Harry were racing through the halls, searching for the Room of Requirement while Hermione and Ron worked to destroy the other horcruxes. Suddenly, a wall in front of you began to shift and change. "Harry, over here!" you called out, but he kept running ahead, unaware. “POTTER!” he flinched at your voice and made his way towards you. “The Room of Requirement..." he murmured as the door fully materialized. "Come on." he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. You both immediately began searching for the diadem.
After a few minutes of searching, you asked, "Is it in a box or something?"
"I dunno, okay?" he replied quickly, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Just keep looking." He said, his attention fully on the search as well.
You heard soft footsteps approaching, causing you to pause and look around. When your eyes met his, you were frozen in place. There he was, the man you loved. The man who held you close to him whenever you had a bad day, the man who whispered “i love you” when he thinks you’re asleep (you aren’t), the man who promised that he won’t be anything like his father, the man who still holds your heart in his hands no matter how bruised and broken it already was, the man you still love. He stood there with Blaise and Goyle, all of them pointing their wands at you and Harry, yet his eyes never left yours.
Oh, how he missed you.
“Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?” Draco asked smugly as his attention shifted to Harry.
Harry stepped in front of you, instinctively protecting you. “I could ask you the same.” he shot back. Draco’s gaze drifting between you and Harry before he spoke again. “You have something of mine. I’d like it back.” he demanded. You looked at Harry, confused. “What’s he talking about?” you whispered softly.
Your voice. Oh how he missed your soft voice. The voice that would softly wake him whenever he’s having a nightmare, the voice that would scold him for being too reckless, the voice that would softly whisper ‘i love you’ before drifting off to sleep, the voice he craved to hear say his name once more.
“I took his wand from him that night at the Malfoy manor.” Harry answers you. “You knew it was me didn’t you? But you didn’t say anything.” he continues as he turns to Draco.
“Come on, Draco. Don’t be a prat, do them both.” Goyle whispers to Draco, he hesitates—his eyes wavering as they finally settled at you. No. He could never. He would rather kill himself than you. Anyone but you.
You look at Harry who slowly picks up his wand from his back pocket. “Harry. Don’t.” you warn him nervously. “Don’t worry.” he assures you. “Expelliarmus!” the spell being thrown at Goyle, and then all hell breaks loose. Blaise and Goyle quickly retaliated with curses aimed at Harry.
“Oh fuck it.” you think before grabbing your wand as well. “Fiendfyre!” you cast the spell at Goyle to which he dodges swiftly.
“Crucio!”
You fall, pain coursing through your whole body. Draco’s eyes widen with fear and Harry looks at you for a brief moment before running after Blaise and Goyle. In that moment, Draco felt as though his whole world came crashing down. Without hesitation, he rushed over to you—his love, his heart, and soul.
"Hey… hey…" he whispered urgently, his cold hands trembling as they gently cupped your face. His voice filled with panic and desperation, and his eyes welling with tears before they fell softly on your face. You looked up at him and tried your hardest to smile through the pain.
“Hi, my love.” He sobs at that, despite all the pain you’re feeling right now, you still managed to give him the sweetest smile ever.
"J-just wait a bit, my dear, okay? I’ll—I'll figure out a way to help you. Just wait, for me hmm?" His voice cracked as he pleaded, his tears falling freely. You shook your head lightly.
“Y–you finally looked…at..me…missed you so much Dray…” his heart breaks at that. How could he have been so stupid? How could he treat you like shit just because of what happened? You didn’t deserve him—didn’t deserve to be treated like that.
“I know, my love. I missed you so damn much too. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you from all of this—I thou– I thought I was protecting you but instead I hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry for being such a dickhead to you.” he admitted, his voice full of regret. All he wanted was to keep your bright soul safe from the darkness that swallowed him whole and the guilt gnawed at him knowing he was the one who caused you so much pain.
“Y–yeah…you were so mean Dray…so so mean. But it’s o–okay.. I forgive you now..” you whispered, your voice growing faint as the strength to stay awake slowly slipped from you.
With the last of your strength, you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the polaroid, your hands trembling as you handed it to him. "Do you remember that day, love?" you whispered, your voice weak. "You were so happy, so proud of yourself... I was so proud of you then, still am." you said softly, offering him a weak smile.
"’Course I remember," he replied, voice thick with emotion. "You were the only one who mattered at that moment. You almost knocked me off my broom that day, you know?" He tried to joke, a futile attempt to ease the tension, to make you feel better.
You could slowly feel the edges of your consciousness slipping. The pain was overwhelming, but what hurt more than anything was the thought of leaving him—of leaving him alone.
"I... I can't anymore... it hurts so much, Dray," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as you spoke.
“No! no don’t say that, don’t say shit like that doll please…” he pleaded, his hand trembling as it gently caressed your face, just the way you liked.
"I'm so sorry... love..." you murmured, feeling your strength slip away with each passing second. You reached up and held his face for one last time.
"I... I love you, 'kay?" He gripped your hand tightly, shaking his head in frantic denial.
“N–no. No don’t do this to me Y/N…Please, my love…please.” his voice breaking as he called your name over and over.
So this was what it was like to be on the brink of death. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. Because at least you got to be with him one last time. Loving him really was your kryptonite.
Then, your eyes closed, and your hand went limp in his. It was then that Draco's tears broke free, falling uncontrollably as he clutched your lifeless body to his. He shook his head in disbelief, as if trying to deny the crushing reality that you were truly gone. He hopes that this is was all just a dream, a sick cruel dream that he’d wake up from, and you’d be there, alive and smiling brightly at him. But as he felt your hands grow cold—the painful truth sank in. You were gone, and now he was all alone—utterly and completely alone—left with only the remnants of his broken heart and a small velvet box with a ring inside, tucked away safely in his coat pocket. The ring you told him you wanted if you were to get married, the ring he bought the summer of your fifth year, the ring he was planning to give you after the war had ended, the ring he was wasn’t able to give you.
♰ a/n. decided to share this blurb that came from a school project i made. still deciding whether or not to make it into a whole fic. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts! ps i love enzo so much ya’ll i literally made this FOR ME.
The Devereux name came with both prestige and responsibility, the weight of the name demanding nothing but perfection in every possible aspect: perfect grades, perfect friends, and, most importantly, a perfect partner that she is destined to marry.
Y/N Devereux, the only daughter and future heir to the well-respected and well-known Devereux Family had always lived under the shadows of her parents’ expectations. Every aspect of her life had been controlled, and the constant pressure of perfection was slowly taking a toll on her.
This was why, every night after her parents had both gone to bed and the servants were busy tidying up, she would make her way to the nearby lake she loved. It was a place where she could briefly escape, run away from the eyes that were constantly watching her every move—She would then smoke a cigarette or two while being left alone with nothing but her thoughts and the rare freedom to just be. It wasn’t really about the smoking—truth be told, she actually hated smoking: hated the taste, the lingering scent of it on her fingers. But it was the one thing no one could dictate. It was her quiet act of defiance against this so-called life of hers.
Like tonight, after yet another unsuccessful first date her parents arranged with the Malfoy's first born son. As soon as the Malfoys’ bid goodbye, she ran straight to her room, laid down on her bed and picked up a boring book as she waited for her parents to fall asleep so she could sneak out into the lake she adored. When she finally heard the door to her parents’ room go shut along with their muffled voices filled with disdain about how much an embarrassment she was to the Malfoy family.
She made sure to lock her bedroom door before grabbing her cigarettes and coat as she made her way out through her bedroom window. She walked the familiar path that lead her straight to the lake. She was always by herself when she visited the lake, but to her surprise, she saw a figure sitting by the dock, both feet dipped in the water below with smoke lingering in the air. She was about to head out and leave when the figure suddenly spoke out.
"I know you're there, there's no need to leave." he said calmly, his attention still focused on the water below. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to calmly walk up to him and sit near him.
“The name's Lorenzo Berkshire, and you are?" the young man asked as he now turned his attention to Y/N.
"I'm Y/N Devereux, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Berkshire." she replied as she pulled out a cigarette from her coat pocket. Her fingers searched for her lighter before the realization struck her: her lighter had been left behind, forgotten in her bedroom drawer. “Crap.” she cursed softly. Lorenzo looked over at her and laughed lightly.
“Need a light there, Miss Devereux?” he teasingly asked before pulling out his own lighter. “C’mere.” he beckoned her over—she then slowly inched closer to him, the distance between them nearly gone, their breaths almost mingling with each other, the moment hanging heavy yet pleasant.
That night, as Lorenzo offered to light her cigarette, something else was lit up deep inside of her.
synopsis: in which you, the new human transfer in Devildom realize bit by bit that you are only seen as a replacement for Lilith.
part ii. part iii.
♰ pairings. obey me brothers x fem! Reader
♰ genre. angst
♰ word count. 600
♰ a/n. first ever fic i’ll be uploading on here T^T lmk your thoughts (and dw part 2 is already in the making :P) also! this was inspired by niki’s song ‘did you like her in the morning’ & tyler the creator’s ‘like him’. enjoy reading!
you were nothing but a mere replacement–a placeholder,
someone to fill the gap in their hearts from her departure.
someone to keep them company until she returns.
you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, truthfully. you didn’t know that you were only cherished, protected by them because you reminded them of her. but apparently, you've got it all down–from her features down to her little quirks, hell you two could be mistaken as twins.
it's funny, you think, how the gods above are playing this sick cruel joke on you, they must be laughing at your misery right now.
you’d first heard it from simeon.
“Lilith?” Simeon whispered lowly when Solomon first introduced you to each other. You looked at him, confused, and baffled.
“I’m sorry? you must be mistaken” you quickly answer, “I’m y/n.” you corrected him. He then shook his head lightly and posed an apologetic smile on his angelic features.
“Right. Yes, apologies. It’s lovely to meet you y/n”.
then next, from the brothers.
Lord Diavolo had made arrangements for you to stay at the House of Lamentation, demanding that the brothers take care of you, their new human student.
“We’re here.” said Solomon, as he helped you make your way to the door. “Now, I’m afraid I have to head back to Lord Diavolo’s castle, he probably has more demands from me.” he lightly joked which made you elicit a small laugh. “You’ll be able to manage on your own from here?” he softly asks to which you nod. “Yes Solomon, I’ll be fine, now go. Wouldn’t want you to be late now.” you shoo him off, both of you laughing lightly.
Then, you knocked.
The door opened almost immediately as you see a demon, who you remembered as Lucifer, waiting.
“Come in” his deep voice broke the silence. “Everyone is in the living room, I’ll introduce you to them.” he curtly states as he walks away from you, to which you follow him in. As you step foot into the living room you felt a pair of four eyes on you.
“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s going to stay under our care during her time here in the Devildom. Now I expect each and every one of you to treat her with the utmost care, if anything happens to her I’ll be the one to deal with you. Is that understood?” As he finishes his sentence, he is met with nothing but silence as they all stare at you. They all felt a rush and mixture of emotions upon seeing you; you looked so much like….her.
“Lilith…” you hear them all whisper. You look at them confusingly
Just who the hell is Lilith? Before more thoughts enter your brain, Lucifer clears his throat and continues speaking.
“Right then, I’ll be introducing you to everyone. That one with the white hair is Mammon, also known as the Avatar of Greed. Followed by Leviathan, also known as the Avatar of Envy, and that’s Asmodeus also known as the Avatar of Lust, and lastly Beelzebub known as the Avatar of Gluttony.” you were about to ask where the others are when he cuts you off. “Satan and Belphegor are in their rooms, you’ll get to meet them sooner or later.”
You then politely smiled at all of them. “Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you all.”
A few months had passed after that.
And in those few months, you grew closer to everyone, especially the brothers, connecting and clicking with them almost immediately. However, the name “Lilith” never left the back of your head. How could it when everytime you’re out and about with any of the brothers, you’d hear that name being whispered by the other demons you passed by. You try to not pay them any mind but you simply couldn’t.
