Apr 23, 2022
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Emilia X Maou
(No offense to Ashiya X Maou shippers, I’m sorta one of you)
Emilia woke up to frantic rapping on her apartment door, and Maou’s voice pleading to be let in. She growled and rolled off of the couch, glancing at the clock as she did. Seven twenty. She must have fallen asleep on the couch after dinner.
She flung open the door, already fuming. “What do you need, a loan?” She snapped. Maou’s face was red and he was breathing heavily, leaning against the door frame.
“Ashiya is drunk and trying to kiss me,” he gasped.
“Not. My. Problem.”
“Come on Emi, what kind of Hero leaves someone helpless like this?” He pleaded.
“You’re not helpless, you’re Overlord Satan, the most terrifying demon Ente Isla has ever seen. Now go deal with it like a big boy.”
“Just let me in!”
Emilia glared. “Fine.” She stepped out of the way for the demon, arms crossed and lips tight. “Just don’t trash my apartment.”
“I won’t,” he muttered. To her surprise, he went straight to the back of the house, where her room was.
“Only one bed? What am I supposed to do?” He called.
“Hmm, maybe, not stay the night? Or even sleep on the couch? I never said you could make yourself at home!” She yelled back.
No response.
….
She was expecting Maou to be lying in the middle of her bed, asleep, as if Emilia was obliged to give him whatever he wanted, like Ashiya, the obviously lovesick general, always did. What she did not expect was him to be lying on the ground with one of her blankets, staring at the ceiling.
He had more respect than she gave him credit for.
“Maou?”
“Yeah?”
“Um…do you…want a pillow or something?”
“I’m good.”
She climbed under her blankets, pulling them up over her head. She just didn’t want to feel exposed with Satan in the room. He was still a demon, no matter what fast food restaurant he worked at, and he would always be dangerous.
She laid there for a few minutes in silence, trying not to fall asleep, until she heard Maou’s breathing become deeper and more even.
She pushed the blanket off her head and rolled to the other side of the bed. He looked….peaceful. Huh…
Maybe it was okay….
A/N okay I started this a looong time ago and didn’t really have the drive to finish it so, have this little one shot thingy
The Devil is a part timer!! illustration from vol 9 of manga coloring done by me.
Hey y'all I wrote an Alsiel/Rika fic cus the end of volume 13 did not make me a happy camper
The Strength of a Human Heart (2214 words) by cwxyz Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hataraku Maou-Sama! | The Devil Is a Part-Timer! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ashiya Shirou | Alciel/Suzuki Rika Characters: Ashiya Shirou | Alciel, Suzuki Rika Summary:
The Demon General has no strategy to defend against a determined woman’s feelings.
(C95) [Alsiel (ゆう)] 頼って甘えていっぱいいっぱい愛して (艦隊これくしょん -艦これ-)
(C95) [Alsiel (ゆう)] 頼って甘えていっぱいいっぱい愛して (艦隊これくしょん -艦これ-)
Another Hataraku Maou-sama! post.
Watch and learn all Evil Overlords out there.
This is what you do when The Hero storms your Evil Castle.
Also.
Season 2 WHEN!?
i laughed