#fluff+4

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Fluff 4 asmodeus 

Asmodeus x MC

4. “I saw that. You just checked out my ass.”

Another Saturday, another shopping spree for Asmodeus and MC. Every weekend Amso would beg MC to come with him to pick up new clothes, makeup, skin care, and accessories.

Currently, MC sits on a plush velvet chair listen to Asmo talk through a curtain while he changes.

"And then, this demon had the audacity to come up to me and ask me out! Can you believe that!?"

MC looked around the store as they answered, "They should really know better."

A loud clang is heard as Asmo pushes the curtain back to reveal his new outfit. MC turns their head and stares at the beauty that is Asmodeus.

Asmo struts out to the little pedestal surrounded by mirrors in tight black jeans and a pink off the shoulder top.

MC leans over in their chair to see just how form fitting those jeans really are when a voice brings them back to reality.

"Hey." Asmo glances at them in the mirror and MC quickly straightens looking him in the eye.

"I saw that. You just checked out my ass.”

A smirk passes his face and he giggles. While MC's face flushes red.

"It's all yours, you know. You don't have to be so shy."

MC looks confused at his words, "What?"

Another laughs escapes him as he walks over and plops himself in their lap, "Me, and my ass, are yours. So stare all you like. Don't be shy."

Asmo kisses MC's cheek before running back into the changing room screaming, "Hey Stacy! I am buying these pants. You should have seen my partners face when they saw me in them!"

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[fanofiction]

Why the hell couldn't he and Tony get along like that? Okay, maybe it was a little strange to be jealous of a memory of your past self, but it still ticked Steve off. Tony was obviously the same person; yet, Tony had never talked to him like that, never seemed as light and easy and…happy to be around the real Steve.

And God damn the bastard, it stung.

“Thanks For the Memories,” by Wordsplat.

Fluff: ++++

Angst: +++

Smut: ++++

Overall Subjective Rating: +++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/739949

Picture credit to sanbenger

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

First of all, congratulations for your 1000 followers! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

I'd like to request fluff #4 and #22 with Mammon a.k.a the cutiest thing I've ever seen adhskdhddh TT

Thank you!

Mammon x MC

Fluff:

4. "Shut up and hold me."

Mammon and MC's relationship was only a month old. They are still learning about one another as everyday passes.

But today, today was different.

Mammon had always picked at MC by calling them a useless human, but today it struck a cord.

"So then why do you date me if I am so useless?"

Mammon froze. They had never responded to him like this before. Are they seriously worried?

"Uhhh... Well..." He blushed. In all sincerity, he wanted to tell him the truth. He wanted to list everything he loved about them, but his mouth would let the words pass his lips.

"I... like... your face."

MC looked at him confused, "My face? That's all?"

"NO!" His voice cracked. A dead give away that there was something else he was trying to say, but how to say it.

"I like... ya... as a whole." His face was bright red as MC stared back at him.

He finally sighed, deciding to try a new route, "Can we shut up and ya hold me? I'm not great with words. I can show ya better with my actions."

MC sighed and agreed. That's when they learned how much Mammon truly loved them.

22. "Are you hurt? What happened?"

MC stared at the equation for the tenth time as they scoured their brain for the answer. Right as it came to them, the door to their room opened with a loud bang.

Standing in the doorway was none other than their boyfriend Mammon covered in cuts, bruises, and rope burn.

Quickly they rushed to him, ushering him in and shutting the door, "Mammon! Are you hurt? What happened?"

He quickly glanced around their room before sitting on their bed and answering, "I'm fine. Lucifer got to me. I barely managed to escape. Do you mind if I hide out here for a while?"

MC smiled as they sat next to him, "Not at all."

An idea then popped into their head, causing them to jump up, "Wait here." Quickly the human rumages through their bathroom and finds the first aid kit.

"I guess I should patch you up while your here." They smile as they begin to clean his wounds and bandage him up.

He smiles with a blush as he watches them do their magic, "I don't know what I would do without ya." His voice was barely above a whisper, but MC heard him.

They glanced up and into his eyes with a soft smile. Slowly, the gap began to close, until a voice boomed in the distance.

"MAMMON!"

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

General  #16 “Another nightmare?” + fluff #4 “Shut up and hold me.” with belphegor

General/Fluff

Belphegor x MC

16. "Another nightmare?"

4. "Shut up and hold me."

Warning: Spoilers, character death, angst with a fluffy ending

Belphegor watched from a distance as Beel and Lilith tried to run, the army of angels on their heels.

"Just a little bit farther!" He could hear his own voice scream, only to watch as his sister was stuck by a flying arrow.

Her gasp made him freeze before he let out a gut-renching scream falling to his knees.

As tears filled his eyes, he stared at the ground below. It began to twist and change from the golden streets of the Celestial Realm to the familiar stone brick in the House of Lamentations.

He looked up, only to see himself and MC standing before him. He knew this scene all to well. He replayed it in his head every night out of guilt and regret.

He watched, frozen, as the Belphegor in front of him, grabbed and slashed MC.

All Belphie could do was scream. His muscles felt locked in place, until he was shaken awake.

"Belphie are you alright?" MC hovered over him concern filling their eyes.

He just stared back wide eyed, unmoving.

"Another nightmare?" MC's voice was gentle and soft. It gave Belphie the strength to nod gently.

They smiled at him. Their hand reached for his face and wiped away his stray tears.

"You know, I think I like you better after a nightmare. At least then you don't yell at me for waking you up or trying to talk to you." They chuckled, which made him laugh too. He knew they were trying to lighten the mood, and he appreciated it.

They sighed and stood, "I guess I should go now. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I head some screaming and got worried-"

His voice pierced through their own as it shook with every word, "Will you just shut up and hold me already?"

MC laughed before moving towards him with a smile, "I was waiting for you to ask that."

[fanofiction]

He didn’t notice Eleven until he tapped his shoulder, and then the younger-faced Time Lord was right beside him. Grinning, of course. Only, instead of the usual tweed affair, Ten noticed, Eleven was donning a far more appropriate outfit: a white tie suit, complete with a silk scarf and of course, a white bowtie. And a top hat, of all things! Ten suddenly felt rather underdressed in his standard black-bowtie-and-converse ensemble.

“Doctor,” he greeted, partly to cover up his embarrassment. “Did we really decide to crash the same party twice in one night?”

“You may have crashed it, but I am here by invitation,” retorted Eleven, bumping shoulders with his past incarnation. “From the princess herself.”

“Really?” Ten tilted his head. “What for?”

“Spoilers,” laughed Eleven. “Anyway, she never finds out that I’ve already gone to the party. But, the more of me, the merrier, right?” Eleven glanced down at Ten’s apparel and nodded approvingly. “Love the bowtie, by the way.”

Ten rolled his eyes. “Oh, you would. I look like a waiter.”

“5 times Eleven Kissed Ten,” by persephoneggsy.

Fluff: ++++

Angst: ++

Smut: +++

Overall Subjective Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3678288

[fanofiction]

"What do you mean, she's sick?" the Queen heard the telltale yelling of her island nation through the chamber doors, "She can't be sick! She's the bloody queen!"

"Mister Kirkland-" one of the ladies tried to soothe him, herding him away from the door.

"Don't Mister Kirkland me Miss! I'm damn well near a few centuries older than you I will not hear it!" he shouted, scaring the poor servant girl, "We don't live in the primitive time of the past and I expect you to come up with a cure!"

Fanfic Rec: “An Honourable Passtime,” by Thecattygrl.

Fluff: ++

Angst: ++++

Smut: ++

Overall Subjective Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1329313

picture credit to ctcsherry

[fanofiction]

At that moment a server came and England took the wine glass with fervor, knocking back the contents in a single, fell go before handing the glass back and giving the man a short, "Another please." The server looked baffled but set down America's glass and dashed off to do as he was told. America was staring at him as though he had three heads. "What?" England said, perhaps just a touch too defensively. "You have a problem, Arthur..." America said, but it wasn't a jab. It was as though the other nation were admitting it aloud as his own personal confession. "I'm an old man..." He said dryly. "Can I not drink?" America just shook his head and took his own glass in hand, sipping the contents for a moment before putting the glass down. There was a dull, dark look in those eyes and they reminded him slightly of less peaceful times. "You're going to get drunk tonight, aren't you?" America said slowly, looking up at him. "Why?" England retorted. "Do you intend to stop me?" "No..." America shook his head, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Let me drink with you."

Fanfic Rec: “The Silken Rose,” by snowyfoxpaws.

Fluff: ++++

Angst: +++

Smut: ++++

Overall Subjective Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1559756

picture credit to unknown artist