#too me

[venuscrashed]

The brothers with an absolute baddie reader, where half of the devildom has a crush on her when she arrives for the exchange program.

Lucifer who didn't take a good look at your photo when your file fell onto the floor. Who didn't expect much from a mere human being but was taken aback when he first met you. He stared down at you as you sat on the floor confused after being summoned in front of the student council due to Diavolo's orders. He was quietly stunned at your beauty, never had he seen such beauty even when he was in heaven. He was cautious around you for the first couple of weeks, but after he got to know you? It was all over. Never had his ego been fused before. He had you, the whole kingdom's crush on his arm and was able to flaunt you. He didn't know what he was more pride about, having you with him or into him. Safe to say you will always be with him.

Mammon who was secretly hoping to be your personal guide when you first came. He didn't know what about you attracted him first, the flashy jewelry that adorned your body or the striking gaze that you had whenever you looked at him. He had never felt greedier then when you two first kissed. You two were sitting in his room for a movie night. Somehow, even after you got unready, you were still breathtaking. He held you close to his chest as the movie played, not so secretly keeping you to himself. He practically radiated with joy when you pulled him down for a kiss. Full on threw his arms into the air and shouted "yes!" He is absolutely down bad.

Levi who is jealous that you could do whatever and have whatever you wanted. What attracted him the most was your ability to get through social interactions effortlessly, even if you got tired after. He was absolutely dumbfounded when you showed interest him. You? Whose makeup was always flawless, and clothes fitted in all the right spots, liked him? Yeah, he was starting to rival Lucifer in pride. Despite being absolutely proud of being with you, he was the one on your arm. He followed you everywhere and did whatever, especially in social interactions. The one time you cosplayed as one of his favorite characters he died and then came back to life just to kneel at your feet.

Satan who was certainly intrigued about your looks. You were attractive, he would admit, but he wasn't as easy as the rest of his brothers. He stood to keeping his nose in his books, sometimes using them as an excuse to avoid your gaze. Expect he had no idea that you were into nerdy guys like him, though he wasn't complaining. You had to make the first move to get him to date you. You cornered him one day and pushed him against the wall with one manicured hand, which happened to be his favorite color. It was then that he realized he was exactly like his brothers. Despite the fact he would pretend to not be into it, he doesn't complain when you pull him down for a kiss. Especially if you do it in front of his brothers.

Asmo who already claimed you as his when he first saw you. Two baddies together? Yeah, you both had the whole devildom smitten with you guys. He doesn't waste one chance to post you, going back to read all the thirst comments after the first five minutes of posting. Even though you were already drop dead gorgeous, he would do your makeup and pick your outfit. He would let you do the same in return, in hopes for a photoshoot of course. Doesn't matter if you two are in public or not, he's always pulling you aside for a quick make out session. You can't blame him though; it's part of his nature.

Beel who has a new type of hunger for you and only you. For the first few weeks of knowing you, he would follow you around. He looked like a lost puppy; it was adorable really. He would open doors and pull-out chairs for you. He never outright says it, but he makes it clear when the two of you start dating. Whenever you're near, he never eats unless you feed him which took everyone by surprise. He likes to sit on your bed and watch you get ready. He never really says anything unless it's a compliment, occasionally you'll get the "you're pretty" comment, but he always shows you instead of tells you how he feels. Even though he's not good at it he will take photos for you and only makes sure to get good angles of you. You trained him, obviously.

Belphie who's only ever seen you in his dreams. Well, until you finally arrived in his life. He thought that you were only his ideal type until he realized that you were actually now in his life. Yeah, you're pretty and all, probably the prettiest woman he's ever seen, but you're much more comfortable to sleep on. He'll shamelessly lay on top of you and naps there, resting his head on either your stomach or chest. In public, he'll rest his head on your shoulder but will have his arms loosely wrapped around you to show everyone you're his. Absolutely sleeps with a smirk whenever he knows someone is staring jealously. Though, he thinks you look the best in pajamas and no makeup on.

[winn-wynn]

Percy: I can make them better

Oliver and Marcus: I can make him worst

[bambinafangirls]

ayo edebri is so princess diana

[angelkidbailif]

you know, i dont know why, but i like Mousse and Akane being lowkey besties

I dunno, just a vibe i get from them for some reason

[theweeweecreature]

Karen Wheeler is not homophobic and I stand by that, free her from that man

[monster-noises]

Fuck it! It's midnight!

I'm cross posting the half-thread-almost-fic I made on bsky earlier while the not-giving-a-fuck is Hot!!! 9>∆<)/

I made my heart hurt thinking about Silco having Nice Dad Moments with Jinx on the backdrop of the rest of his parenting being Not S'good...

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Silco a stern and serious father the vast majority of the time, can, on rare occasions, be broken down by his daughter. A child he's known to some degree since birth, the constant reminder of a different happier time clawed out around the terrors that live in his memory, (whether he wants it to be or not) poking and prodding him into relenting and letting himself be at least a little vunerable with her.

Especially when she's younger, fresh off the loss of her family, still very clearly in distress, when even Silco can see she's in need of a Modicum of tenderness At Least. Can she manage to crack him.

So if when should happen to find her in her room, up, bouncing around, Dancing to some old records he found while taking over the last drop, when he was expecting catatonic sulking.....

and the song, achingly familiar, conjuring images of dim lights and sticky floors and a pleasant buzzing in his head while he looses himself to the music, his friends around him, the toils of their lives outside forgotten for the briefest of moments to joy and energy and the freedom of movement.. Then in front of him, this little girl, His little girl, Felicia's little girl, Vander's.......

All blue hair and big eyes and boney limbs..

Something breaks and something heals(if only marginally) and She's grabbing at his hand and laughing and dragging him the rest of the way down the stairs pleading, Begging; come play, just this once Pleasepleasepleeeeease, no serious lectures or work or lessons, just have fun with me!! C'mon!! Please!!!

She's smiling, it's the first time she's smiled in Weeks.

It's the first time he's smiled in weeks, possibly longer.

He startles realizing his own face has betrayed him, reacting behind his back, he's quick to try and push it back down.

What has been dredged up by this tableau are not memories he wants to revisit Fondly. That sort of sentimentality invites Weakness.

And Silco is not weak.

But Jinx... Oh but Jinx.

Her little hand wrapped tightly around his, twirling herself around as she continues to implore him to join in..

What other choice does he have?

With purpose he relaxes, his face softens, he follows her out onto the surface of the stuck-fast propeller blade she's claimed as her home, and he Dances.

It's not like it was, the music is tinny coming from the single conical amplifier and echoing off the walls of the fissure, the noise of it doesn't Thump in his chest like it did back during late nights at the bar, and he keeps his good eye open, not letting himself get too lost in it lest he, or Janna forbid Jinx, stumble off the Very precaious edge of the propeller blade.

But still it's exhilarating, to move like this again, a little taste of freedom after years of locking himself in tighter and tighter boxes.

Jinx is sufficiently impressed by his moves, she never would have guessed her so typically rigid father could be quite so.. elegant!

He returns the compliment, though in truth she dances with the sporadic, rythmn-less steps of a child, but he must admit her speed and coordination are laudable.

The dance goes on, the music distantly and sweetly, sickeningly, familiar. The unbridled force of life exuding from Jinx keeps Silco soaring until the last track fades and he comes back to himself, notably quite out of breath, and aching in his knees. Has it really been So long....?

He feels the weight and rot of the years falling thickly back onto his shoulders. But the twin beacons of light in Jinx's eyes as she rushes over to put a new record on the machine holds the shadows at bay just a little longer.

He joins her seated by the little cobbled-together record player jinx had made herself and huffs a small apology that her old man likely won't be up for another round, but he'd gladly help her listen and sort through the pile of records, as it appears she was doing before he arrived.

She seems.. a bit deflated, in the way children are when they can't conceptualize the aches that come with getting old, butsits back and happily leans against his shoulder all the same, accepting the offered assistance.

Silco knows this moment won't last. He suspects Jinx does as well.

At some point he'll have to return, the armour retightened, the boxes resealed, all righteous speeches and harsh direction, soft edges filed to steely points with purpose and intention.

Every part of him planned and crafted into the man he Needs to be.

He cannot show weakness, he has work he must do, power to seize, industries to drive, deals to make, a revolution to build, and a daughter to raise into a prodigy, a shining, immutable symbol that proves He was right all along...

Eventually... Anyway.

Right now vindication and revolution can wait, for right now she's just a little girl, with the man who is now her father, experiencing an unexpected moment of comfort in a world made otherwise of pain.

And Silco will try, as hard as he can, to stave off the rot inside him for this brief, damnable, moment of sentimentality as long as possible, he will try.

For Jinx's sake, for Felicia's, for Va- His own.

For how he needs this moment as much as she does. And for how little he wants to acknowledge that.

Yes, soon, he will have to get up, leave his little girl to her own devices once more, and return to his empire of criminal machinations and mad science.

But for now, they're both here, greedily drinking up the moment as much as either of them can, quiet discussion over music that bounces and echos off the hard stone walls, neither sure when they'll get to feel quite so truly like Family again.

[vinnyandthephenomena]