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I’m a strange lady who is finally starting to get around to using social media after being a ghost for the last decade and well Trigun brought me out of the shadows once more. This is pretty much the combination of my two previous blogs into one, for several reasons. So you will slowly see my works reposted over time.
This is now a combination of my old blogs that no longer exist: Triplesilverstar (Trigun only) and Twinksrepository (Multi fandom)
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It will make a return at some point, however I want to make some severe edits to parts of the story.
That being said, I'm still pretty sure the running gag of never telling a story in chronological order will continue.
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I've got a question, your writing is super good and as an amateur myself, I get super inspired by it. But another thing too is, I'm a Hella simp for Leviathan from obeyme, and I don't really know how much you enjoy the game. There's not a lot of Leviathan ones and I'm wondering if you plan on writing more or not, if you still do I look forward to seeing your great ideas. Thanks.
I know this isn't really your question, but if my writing is inspiring you, I hope you give writing a try! Even if you never share anything, taking that first step can be amazing.
As to your actual question, I enjoy the Obey Me series of games a lot. When it comes to Leviathan, I struggle sometimes to write him since he isn't one of my favorites and I write what I am inspired to write. That being said, I do have plans for at least one Leviathan Summer smut. So it's not a lot right now, but the ideas are not flowing as quickly as in the past. Sorry.
CW: Semi-public sex, clothed sex, ripped clothing, fingering, penetration, voyeurism risk, penis in vaginal sex
Word count: Roughly 1.3K
A/N: You didn't realize the beach in the Devildom would have a real sun, but it seems Asmodeus has your back. Or does he?
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When you arrived at Diavolo’s private beach for a bit of a break, you had expected to find the moon and stars still dotting the night sky.
Seeing a full sun and sparkling waves took you by surprise.
It also meant you were not dressed appropriately for today's events. Damnit. It’s not like you can ask any of them to take you back to the House of Lamentation to get a change of clothes either. Looks like you’re just going to roast in your clothes.
“Why so glum, hm?” Asmo purrs in your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Nuzzling his cheek against yours, with his chest pressed against your back.
“I didn’t think there would be an actual sun.” Which meant actual daylight; your clothes are going to be drenched with sweat instead of seawater.
“Does that mean you didn’t bring anything to change into?” One of his hands is toying with the hem of your shirt, and you can just picture the way he’s smirking into your hair.
“I did, but none of it’s really appropriate now.” Frowning as you admit the words. You should have asked for more details last night instead of assuming this beach was like the rest of the Devildom.
Your body jolts when the Avatar of Lust gives your earlobe a playful nip out of the blue. “Aw, don’t worry!” That makes you want to worry, since Asmo never gets that playful in view of his brothers unless he’s up to something. “I’m sure I have something that you’ll look absolutely adorable in!” That doesn’t help the gnawing in your stomach, but in this case beggars can’t be choosers.
In true Asmodeus form, he has an entire bag full of swim and beach clothes. Your days of being surprised that he has things in your size are long over as well. Taking the offered garments before you slip inside one of the small change rooms to see if there is something that you aren’t going to feel ridiculous in.
Three of the swimsuits you don’t even bother to try on. If the tiny strings could even be called lingerie, let alone swimwear. Leaving you with two options, so you pick the one in a color you like.
It seems to fit well; it’s not too tight and from what you can see as you twist and turn it doesn’t seem too revealing. Success.
At least until you bend down to grab your own clothes and the remaining borrowed swimsuits. Hearing a rip along the bottom and feeling a chill along your sex.
So much for it fitting well. “Everything ok in there Hon?” Your head snaps up with enough force you could have given yourself whiplash.
Shit. “Ugh, just give me a sec-” The cloth door is pushed to the side as Asmo’s frame slips around it. His gaze rakes over your form, and you don’t miss the flash of amusement in his eyes.
“Oh no~” His hands fly to his face in concern. “I heard a rip and wanted to make sure you were okay!” Crowding into your space, and with how small the space is your back is up against the wall.
“I’m fine Asm-Oh!” Your hands grab fistfuls of the white gauzy shirt he’s wearing as you rise up onto your toes. All thanks to him sinking two of his fingers into your core through the rip in the fabric.
He lets out a low cheerful laugh as he curls his fingers before starting to pump them in and out of your core. “Not too loud.” Pressing his chest against your and using his lean body to press you firmly against the smooth tiles behind you. Using his free hand to tip your head back, ghosting his lips over yours. “The others aren’t far.”
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip when he adds a third finger, pumping them faster while starting to add in a scissor action to help spread your growing slick around your core. Trying to keep your moans trapped in your throat. “Oh, are you trying to keep me from hearing your noises?” Another short laugh, and Asmo presses his palm against your clit after sinking his fingers as deep into your core as he could. “You know I love all those noises you make for me~” Cooing the words against your ear.
You can’t keep yourself from panting with the pressure against the bundle of nerves, giving in and letting out a soft whine. “Aw, you’re always so cute when you give in to me.” Feeling him pepper your face with quick kisses. “I wish I could keep you in here all day!” Pulling his fingers from your core with a wet poke, you let out a gasp at the sudden lack of pressure. “But someone will scold me for keeping you all to myself, so we have to be quick.”
Stepping away from you just enough to reach down and loosen the flora shorts around his hips, pulling his cock out like he was revealing a prize. Stroking his fingers along his shaft and smearing the fluid from your core along his skin. You can’t help but lick your lips, spreading your legs wider when he steps closer. “You hate quickies.” Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck when he moved closer, tugging his mouth towards you for a searing kiss.
Keeping your lips parted so your tongue could press against his, humming at the sweet taste that always seems to cling to him. Your core clenches the moment his saliva lands against your taste buds, a gush of fluid pouring from deep inside your sex. Humming low in your throat as Asmo takes control of the dancing muscles in your mouth, one of his hands sliding along the outside of your thigh and lifting your leg.
Your eyes might be closed, but that doesn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering as he slides his cock inside your slick walls. There’s no keeping the noise down with the loud moan you let out, breaking from the kiss as you let the back of your head hit the tiles.
“Aw~” Asmo sets an easy pace as he starts to mouth at the smooth column of skin along your neck. “I do hate having to rush, even more so when it’s your lovely pussy gripping me just right.” His tongue lapping at the pulse point beating along your flexing neck muscles.
Starting to rock his hips in a way that you feel his full length glide in and out of your sex, the muscle of your stomach starting to clench as your orgasm builds. “Though, the idea of you walking around with my load dripping into an outfit I picked is enough to make me give in for once.” Connecting his lips with yours again, plunging his tongue into your mouth at a pace that matches his rock slamming inside of you. It isn’t long before your inner walls spasm, and your back arcs, pressing your chest more against his as you cum.
Asmo takes that as his sign, his rhythm shifting so his tip is abusing a bundle of nerves deeper inside of you, and when your second orgasm follows on the heels of the first, he stills. Enjoying the way your pussy clenches around him and helps to pump his own release inside of you. Breaking the kiss to lean back and watch your face, licking his lips while his cock shows no indication of softening.
“Asmo?” Almost whining his name as you keep your eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow.
“Yes, Hon?” Trailing his nose along the edge of your jaw.
“Did you plan for this suit to rip?” His joyful tittering tells you everything you need to know, just before he starts to move his hips again.
A/N: You're at the beach with the brothers and find yourself in need of a nap. Only as the sun keeps moving, it seems Satan has the best lounge chair.
I don't wanna promise anything yet, because all my plans for writing keep getting sidelined. However I am going to try and post a few summer themed smut prompts for the Obey Me Boys. Enjoy the first one, which is a little on the tame side, as I get back into the swing of things.
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It’s been a fun day of hanging out on the beach, from building sand castles with Leviathan and trying to stay on a surfboard with Beelzebub. Yet, as the sun starts to rise higher in the sky, you realize you’re starting to feel a bit on the tired side.
Waving away Asmodeus and Mammon and their offer to go out on a seadoo you head towards the one brother still in the shade.
Satan.
The Avatar of Wrath had wanted little to do with today, having found a new detective series he was trying to devour before the newest book was released. You still have no idea how any of you had managed the feat of getting him to come.
“If you’re here to try and drag me into playing volleyball, I’m not interested.” His green eyes don’t even lift from the page. At least you know where the others have gone then.
“I need a break from the sun.” You admit as you sit down on the lounge chair next to his. Grabbing one of the waters from the cooler and taking a sip, hearing your own sigh as the liquid helps to chill your insides.
“Do you need to be so noisy?” You roll your eyes before you adjust yourself against the lounger. It isn’t long before the sound you hear aside from the wind is Satan’s fingers turning pages. Now you remember. He agreed to come so long as no one interrupted his reading. Fine by you, letting your eyelids shut as you decide to settle in for a nap.
You aren’t sure how much time passes, but you don’t feel as cool. Moving your arm, you can’t help but notice the sun has passed just enough that part of your chair is longer in the shade. Glancing over at Satan, you notice he’s still reading, but his lounger is still well out of the sun, and will be for a while longer.
“Switch seats with me, Satan.”
“No.”
“Come on! Mine's in the sun; I wanna stay in the shade.”
“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” Flipping another page and you feel your lips quirk at his refusal. Swinging your legs over to the side and sitting up, you smirk. If he wants to be like that.
“Fine.” Rising to your feet and taking a few steps closer. Satan has his legs stretched out with the back of the lounger fully upright, one of his elbows propped up against the armrest and holding his book. His other hand hovering near his lips, a sign he’s enjoying the plot of the paperback.
Perfect.
With no preamble or other words, you turn with your back to him and drop yourself down into his lap. “Hey!” Leaning back against him, ignoring his protests as you make yourself comfortable. Letting your head fall against his shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view of the text written on the page.
“If you won’t move, then you’re gonna share.” You can just imagine the way he’s glaring at the top of your head.
“You’re utterly ridiculous.” He doesn’t make you move, instead letting out a huff that you feel as much as you hear. You don’t care. With another few small adjustments to how you're sitting against him, you close your eyes and prepare to go back to your cat nap.
Just as your breathing starts to even out, you realize something is poking your backside. Something you are very familiar with.
You can have a bit of fun with this. Keeping your expression neutral, you wait until you hear a few more pages turn before you flex the muscles of your lower back. The most minor of adjustments, but you hear Satan’s inhale stutter. Along with his cock giving a distinct twitch under you.
It’s a few more seconds before his breathing steadies. You make a small noise, low in your throat, one you know you’ve made in the past when relaxing with Satan and dozing. Trying to better sell the idea that you aren’t doing anything on purpose.
He goes back to reading.
You wait a bit longer this time before you make your next move. Squeezing your buttcheeks together, you hear Satan make a noise this time, along with his dick growing a bit firmer.
It isn’t as long before Satan returns his focus to his book, or so you think as you try to come up with another movement that could be seen as something someone asleep might do.
A turn of the page, and you gasp. Feeling his longer fingers rub down along your bikini bottoms, right above your clit. “We both know you aren’t asleep.” You let your eyes fall open, giving your hips a roll in a way that your asscheeks make a full circle around his cock. “We’re on a beach.”
“A private beach.” Trying to argue with him, since while you do wanna keep relaxing, the idea of him fucking you out in the open is making your core start to drop.
“I said earlier I want to read my book.” There’s an edge to his tone, but you think it might be one you can use to your advantage.
“No one is going to question me having a nap against you.” Giving your butt another wiggle as you sit up just enough to grab one of the thin blankets that Asmodeus had packed. Spreading it across your lap and his. “Please Satan, I can feel how hard you are.” Reaching your hand down and pulling your bikini bottoms down so only the fabric of his swim shorts is between the two of you. “We don’t even have to have sex.” Tacking on as you let a small whine at the end.
“If this stops your teasing so I can finish my book.” Closing it with a snap before you feel his chest shift behind you, assuming he’s looking around before placing both of his hands on your hips. A signal to move so he can loosen his shorts, and you feel his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your butt as he tugs his cock free. “Fine.”
You can’t help as you lick your lips, leaning forward just enough so you can reach out and line up his tip with your dripping slit. Letting your weight allow you to spear yourself open on his shaft, your stomach clenching at the fullness you feel. “So warm.” Humming as you make a few other adjustments so you can enjoy how he feels inside of you while allowing Satan to keep reading his novel.
“Now be good.” The arm not holding his book reaches down to make sure the blanket is doing its job before using it to pull you flush against his chest. “Or when we get home, I’ll take out all my frustrations by refusing to let you cum.”
“Well that sounds like all the more reason not to be good.” Letting your eyelids flutter shut as you focus on the way he stretches out your walls, the slight burn along your insides since you had almost no prep. A few gentle clamps of your cunt and you relish the way he grows a bit harder.
Hearing Satan pick up his book again, you assume he’s going to ignore you, and you decide you’ll enjoy this with the promise of more later. Only to hear Satan whisper against the side of your ear, his voice having gone husky. “If you can be a good little cock sleeve until my book is finished and stop trying to distract me.” Your insides give a harder clench at his words, and the filthy ideas flooding inside of your mind have you growing wetter. “I’ll fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk home tonight.”
“I will be such a good cock sleeve Baby.” Panting the words as you try to ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest and the line of fire that races up along your spine.
A satisfied hum from Satan, and you do your best not to distract him. So much for having a catnap.
Chapter Fifty-Seven, You return to the entrance of the Demon Lord's castle to start the tour with a tiny demon in tow. This should be pretty calm right?
Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.
Prefer A03? Read it here.
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Images belong to Solmare.
You were certainly feeling better about the whole cooking for all the members of the exchange and student council after your little tour with No. 1 of the kitchen. Even if the tour had taken longer than expected, since at one point No. 6 had tried to eat an entire shadow hog that No. 3 was keeping an eye on. Which had No. 3 and No. 5 trying to drag No. 6 away by a tiny shadow tail.
You really found those little demons to be adorable. Even if their antics were a bit over the top. It might have helped since when you told No. 1 what you were going to try and make, each and every one of the Little D.’s had said they’d do their best to help you out.
You could have cried because of just how squeaky their voices were, and how cute they looked when they made little fists and pumped them in the air, or did airborne cartwheels.
“Take a left here.” You don’t question No. 2 from where he’s seated in your arms like a teddy bear. One, because you have no reason to, and two, he was supposed to be the one to give the guided tour of the Demon Lord’s castle. Given the way he had started shaking when No. 1 reminded him that if he was late, he’d have to deal with Barbatos later, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to risk the steward's wrath.
“How long have you worked in the castle?” Making small talk as you head down the long hallway.
“Hmmm.” With the fact that he’s pretty much a giant head, you feel his body shift as he seems to think about it. “My whole life! It’s cool living in a castle, but Lord Diavolo and Barbatos make us work all the time. It’s boring.”
“So you just work all day?” You could snort because those words coming from anyone else might have made you pause, but the squeaky nonchalant voice seems to put you at ease.
“Nah. Some days we don’t do anything after our chores.” You feel your eyes narrow, didn’t he just say they worked all day? “Our days get filled up when Barbatos finds No. 7 sleeping instead of doing his chores. Or No. 4 spending the whole day reading in the library, or when No. 3 gets jealous and causes a mess…” He keeps talking, and you realize with all the chaos he’s talking about, without mentioning himself, it becomes pretty clear to you.
Barbatos makes them work all day to keep them out of trouble.
“And turn here.” At the far end of the hallway, you can see the familiar sight of the castle's foyer.
“Thanks for being my guide No. 2.” Moving your hand as if you’re rubbing his head like a dog, earning you a little happy chuckle.
“Any time!” Floating out of your arms before turning and holding up his hand for a tiny high-five. Well aware of how amusing it must look when you slap his with your larger hand, wondering if that’s how Beel feels when he gives you high-fives.
“I’m not plannin’ to do anything like that! I mean, I’m totally not thinkin’ about maybe stealin’ something outta the castle if I get the chance!” Just great. It seems you got back just in time to hear Mammon trying to back his way out of being caught in a scam. Badly at that. “And it’s not like Solomon and Satan and me realized we’ve got shared interests and common goals because Solomon wants some magical items that belong to the Demon King and Satan just wants to give Lucifer a black eye and that suddenly things got more interestin’ when we realized we could work together. It’s not like that at all, understand?!” Way to dig a hole for yourself Mams, you think to yourself as you watch him standing there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed like he’s looking at the floor instead of the small crowd in the foyer.
“Solomon, shut that idiot up.” From here, you can see the dusting of red across Satan’s cheeks. You were wondering how Mammon was going to make out sharing a room with one of his brothers, with whom you get the feeling he doesn’t have a lot in common, and the other human exchange student. Sounds like it’s going alright if they’re already plotting something as a trio. “Right now.” With how sharp his voice carries, you really get the feeling they realized just how much they might have an aligned goal.
“Don’t look at me.” If Satan is freaking out, than Solomon is the complete opposite. “Isn’t he your responsibility? You are technically brothers, after all.” Laughing with his hand against his chin like Mammon blurting all that out had nothing to do with him.
“Well, it looks like everyone’s here now.” You eyes flick to Diavolo as he approaches from a set of stairs. Only to feel your entire head snap towards him as you do a double-take. Gone is his usual RAD uniform that gives him a sense of being larger than life, replaced with a black t-shirt and jacket paired with a set of slacks. He might be dressed casually, but his presence still screams that there’s more to him than meets the eye.
Damn.
As if aware of your stare, he turns his head just enough, and you could have sworn he sent you the briefest of winks. Feeling your entire body straighten involuntarily while your brain takes notice that his uniform hides the fact that he’s as muscular as Beel.
Damn. The last thing you need is to feel attracted to the Prince of the Devildom, who in all essence kidnapped you for the exchange program.
“In that case, let’s begin our tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle.” You’ve never been more thankful for Lucifer being Lucifer and wanting to keep things on track. Your neck snaps a second time, since it seems Lucifer has left his jacket behind, down to his turtleneck.
Looking around again a bit closer, you realize you seem to be the only member of the group who didn’t change. The size of their luggage makes sense if they’re going to keep changing each time you all meet up.
“Oh man, that was close!” You slowly turn to face Mammon. Aware of a few of the others doing the exact same thing. “Good thing Lucifer didn’t hear what I said.” You could drop a pin at that moment, and it would sound like thunder.
“Mammon.” Lucifer is the first to break the stunted silence. “When the tour’s over, I expect you to come to my room and explain everything about what you mentioned.” His tone that sickly sweet that makes you cringe inward, oh Mammon is in so much shit. “In detail.” The flash in Lucifer’s eyes promises pain if he doesn’t comply and you can’t hide the shudder that breaks out across your shoulders. Like someone had stepped on your grave.
“Scary.”
“What an idiot…” Everyone is in agreement with Satan. While you wonder if you shouldn’t buy Mammon a pickaxe, it might make digging his hole deeper a bit easier than a shovel.
“Now, now, I think it’s nice to have at least one foolish character in the group you can tease. It lightens things up a little, don’t you think?” You forgot about No. 2, who had remained floating in front of you, which drew all eyes towards you.
“Hey!” Mammon whips around with his fist in the air like he’s ready to fight. “Who’re you callin’ foolish?!” Only to watch his expression shift as his eyes land on you. “Lamb? When did yer voice get so squeaky?”
You grab No.2 and hold him up in front of your face, watching the little demon give a small wave. “Hi! I suppose I really should have introduced myself earlier! Only you guys seem to be kind of boring and I wanted to hang out with her more.” Pointing his thumb back at you, causing you to snort.
“Wh-What is that?! A tiny demon?” Luke is shaking so much he’s reminding you of a little dog when it’s way too excited.
“Looks yummy.” You lower No. 2 and wrap your arms around him to glare at Beel.
“If you eat him, I will never forgive you. Ever.”
“He’d make you sick to your stomach Beel.” You glance at Solomon who seems to be laughing again.
“No. 2 is one of the Little D.’s who works in the castle for Barbatos and I.” Diavolo steps closer to you, and the little demon. “Apparently, Barbatos has some business to attend to at the moment, so I thought I’d ask Number Two here to be our tour guide. He may be small, but he’s very helpful.” Holding out his hands as if to take the demon from your grasp. Right. You can’t keep him to yourself, letting him go and earning a small smile from Diavolo that makes your toes curl.
Goddamn demon.
“Yes.” You can hear Lucifer, and his tone has shifted to be a bit more cheerful. “He’s much more helpful than a certain other number two I know.”
“A certain other number two? Who’s that?” For the second time in the last five minutes, all of you turn to look at Mammon again.
“You know, every once in a long while, I’m actually a little envious of you for being like this, Mammon.” From the corner of your eye you watch Levi pull his hood over his head, as if the second-hand embarrassment is too much for him. If only Mammon had the self-awareness he does when gambling the rest of the time.
“Okie dokie then!” Floating just below eye level No. 2 gives a small little wave at the group around him, and if it wasn’t for the way his eyes were squinting and pulling the corners of his mouth into a smile, you’d think the small demon wasn’t aware of the conversation that had been happening around him. “I’ll go ahead and give a quick rundown of what we’re going to be seeing on our tour. The history of the Demon Lord’s Castle is the history of the Devildom itself!”
He seems excited, and you hear a few groans escape some of the demons standing around you. It seems they aren’t as interested, which might make sense since most of them have been around for a lot longer than you have. Though, in Mammon and Leviathan’s case and how badly they seem to be doing in Devildom history, they should be paying attention instead of complaining about it.
“So, Let’s start with this portrait here!” No. 2 floats over towards one of the paintings near the entrance, swinging his little hand at it.
“I doubt you even need to introduce him, right?” A snort from Satan as he seems to give his head a shake.
“Don’t be so sure, Satan. After all, I’m guessing at least two people in our group don’t know who this is.” You notice as Simeon’s gaze sweeps across both you and Luke, a clear indication as to who he means.
He isn’t wrong.
You have no clue who the demon in the painting is, but you do find your head tilting to the side as you squint a little at the canvas. You aren’t sure if it's a trick of the light, or the technique the painter had used, but you could swear the eyes seem to have the same golden hue that Diavolo’s do.
“Right, so this is a portrait of the great Demon King himself!”
“So that’s your father?” Turning just enough to let your eyes travel up to Diavolo’s face. Maybe there are a few more similarities, even if the figure in the painting looks like he's a lot more stoic than the prince.
The smallest dip of his head in acknowledgment, his auburn hair hiding his eyes for a moment. “Yes.” There’s the slightest catch in his voice.
“So that’s what he looks like.” Luke mummers and it distracts you from the way your heart clenched inside of your chest at Diavolo’s tone. “Michael tried to describe him to me once when I asked.”
“For someone who complains about demons and the Devildom all the time, ya sure sound curious about the Demon King there Fido.” Mammon interjects, and you can see the way Luke’s shoulders seem to straighten.
“I asked because I had been told during a ceremony a thousand years ago that he was supposed to be there, but Lord Diavolo came in his stead!” Luke is right back to acting like a child who's being teased as he starts on his tirade about not being a dog with Mammon comparing him to a chihuahua again. It’s a gag you’re starting to get tired of seeing.
“I haven’t seen my father in several hundred years myself.” It’s spoken just lowly enough that you know it’s something most of the other already know.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop yourself. At least they aren’t loud, however you do notice those golden eyes turn towards you with the smallest of smiles. “I guess he must be busy running the Devildom.” Trying to make small talk with the prince and hoping no one digs into it beyond the surface level.
“He’s slumbering at the bottom of the Devildom.” There’s no hiding the way you flinch at his words. “I’d say he isn’t much interested in the world at large these days.”
Diavolo’s father is asleep?
Your mind races as you try to make sense of that information, because right now your first thought is, how long has he been asleep for? Followed by, if that means that Diavolo has been trying to run the Devildom in his stead?
It’s a dick move.
“I guess that explains why you’re always so busy.” It’s all you can come up with as a response. “I’m sure it’s not easy having all that to deal with.”
Diavolo lets out a small chuckle that leaves you confused since it sounds like he's amused. “My duties are nothing for you to be concerned about.” One of his large hands lands on your shoulder, and the squeeze is definitely reassuring. “The sentiment behind it is appreciated a great deal. However…” Diavolo trails off before he glances over your shoulder, and you turn to follow his gaze, noticing the group has moved on. “We should catch up to the tour.”
Neither of you say anything more, but you do feel a little more at ease walking beside him. Feeling a different sort of kinship with the demon prince, knowing that bad parents seem to be something not exclusive to humans.
“It’s nothin’ but paintings in here.” Mammon is grousing as the group turns down another hallway.
“Yeah.” It’s been an hour or two since the tour started, and at this point even Satan sounds like he is starting to get bored. “There are plenty in the House of Lamentation too, but not as much as here.”
“I like it.” Grinning between the two of them and well aware both demons are glaring at you. Ever since the tour had switched from some of the more physical items in the demon lord’s castle, like the crowns of previous Demon Kings, to paintings, you had been as happy as a kid in a candy store.
“I haven’t stopped to look at these in quite some time myself.” Diavolo states, though you aren’t quite sure you believe him. He fills in any details No.2 isn’t quite sure about, or makes minor corrections to the story of some paintings.
“Wow.” Pausing to look at a painting that the group isn’t getting a small lesson on. The colors are far brighter and more vivid than any of the others so far. “This is nice scenery.” The painter had somehow even made the grass look inviting and fluffy, to the point it made you wonder if you could just lie down and have a nap.
“Oh!” Luke pauses beside you, his excitement clear. “There’s even a picture of the Celestial Realm here!” That makes you tilt your head, looking more at the image instead of the use of color and technique that made it look so inviting. If that’s what the Celestial Realm looks like, it’s the opposite of the Devildom.
“Ah yes.” Diavolo takes a few steps back, a wide grin on his face. “I believe this was painted around the time that I first met Lucifer.”
“Hey, let’s not bring that up-” At the mention of his name, the dark haired demon seems to appear. Only for Diavolo to cut him off.
“Oh, what’s the harm in it?” You watch as his hand hesitates in the air like he was planning to grab Diavolo and drag him away from the painting. “The first time I met you, you were simply so divine, so awe-inspiring that you took my breath away!”
You can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough that your facing Lucifer in a way that Diavolo can’t see your face. Mouthing the words at the dark haired demon “You are dating.” You are gonna be in so much shit later based on the way his crimson eyes flash at you.
“And then there was the way you refused to even shake my hand at first.” It’s taking every ounce of your control not to snicker as Lucifer’s expression shifts from promising violence to one of utter humiliation. Diavolo sounds like he’s swooning with the way his voice grows soft at the memory.
“Why do you sound so happy right now?”
“Cus he just loves his boyfriend that much-” Muttering the words earns you another glare from Lucifer. Sticking your tongue out at him since for once, you feel safe antagonizing him. There’s no way Diavolo would let him do anything to you when you’re right beside him.
“He wouldn’t even shake your hand…? Wow, that’d be unthinkable now.” Satan is louder than you, and you have to admit from what you’ve seen of their friendship it is hard to picture Lucifer refusing to do anything Diavolo asked of him.
“Man, this tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle only just started, and I’m already totally sick of it! Lolol…” You turn to Levi and feel your face pale at his words. He sounds super cheerful as he says that at full volume. At least Mammon was complaining earlier just loud enough for those near him to hear. Does he think no one can hear him over the dating teasing? “And…sent!”
You want to give yourself a facepalm. Unsure now if you feel bad for him or if you should be glad that Lucifer is scowling at someone else again.
“Uh, don’t you think it’s a bad idea to be posting that sort of stuff online?!” Oh Luke. You really should have let this play out instead of saying anything.
“Are you all done with having your fun?” Lucifer sounds livid, and you find yourself stepping just a bit closer to Diavolo.
Only for a blood-curdling scream to make everyone jump.
Sorry for the delay. My attempts to write longer chapters was side lined by the fact I've been exhausted. Hopefully I can get back to my regular weekly posting... I will say I have also changed jobs recently so I really am hoping to have more energy to put towards writing.
Chapter Fifty-Six, You learn who you're going to be sharing a room with for the next two nights. You are not happy. But at least there's some good news after you leave to meet Barbatos after getting settled.
Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.
Prefer A03? Read it here.
Masterlist
Images belong to Solmare.
“I have to say, you two certainly lucked out, now didn’t you?!” You can hear it just as much as you feel it, your teeth grinding as you try to keep your tight fists at your side as Asmodeus keeps talking. “Considering you get to share a room with me.” When he flicks his head so his bangs fall over one of his eyes you want to punch him. Right in the throat.
How did you get so unlucky? When Barbatos started advising who was in what rooms, you didn’t even get a chance to make a comment about Lucifer and Diavolo sharing a room. It would have been perfect to bring up him being unable to beat the dating accusations when Diavolo, who lives in the castle, wanted to share a room with the brooding demon.
Instead, you were mortified.
Of all the people you could have been paired with.
Simeon? Ok he’s not so bad from your brief interactions with him. Plus, hip windows be damned, he is an angel. It’s not like you needed to worry about him trying anything at night by slipping into your bed, since there were four beds in the room.
You knew based on numbers there would be a high chance you’d be paired with a demon on your team, since the rooms you were assigned to would also be who you worked with for the challenges as part of the exchange.
And yet.
Not one of the three demons you have a pact with was selected.
You got paired with Asmodeus.
Mammon had tried to switch, he had even tried to make the case that Asmodeus and Satan could share a room with Solomon. Since Asmodeus was the only one of the brothers before you showed up that had a pact, Mammon thought he’d get that change no problem.
Too bad the Avatar of Lust seemed determined to make sure Mammon didn’t get his way.
“Well, it seems we’ve gotten ourselves partly settled here in our room now.” Simeon’s careful tone pulls you back to the present. Looking at your bag tucked under the bed farthest from the door. And Asmodeus. “Let me take this opportunity to say that I look forward to sharing a space with the two of you these next few days.”
“Now, now, there’s no need to hide how thrilled you really are right now.” You roll your eyes as Asmodeus starts to talk once more after letting out a soft laugh. “Stop and think about it for a moment. You’ll be sharing a room with me!” From the corner of your eye you watch him place his hand against the center of his chest and tilt his hips as if striking a pose. “With Asmodeus himself. Which means you’ll be there to see me when I first wake up in the morning, after I’ve stepped out of the shower, when I get sleepy and start to doze off, when I’m changing clothes…” You want to barf at his sickly sweet tone. Seriously, how is he that tone deaf? “For three days and two nights, you actually get to witness the most private side of me. Now, if that’s not what you call amazing luck, I don’t know what is!”
For someone who doesn’t want to be there and doesn’t really care about Asmodeus’s beauty routines? It is anything but amazing luck. To the point you’re starting to wonder that if it wasn’t for your bad luck if you’d have no luck at all.
“I have to say, you really are funny, aren’t you, Asmodeus?” Simeon lets out a small laugh while putting a few things on the small table next to the bed he’s chosen.
That seems to make the demon pause. “Funny?” He lets out another laugh, one that makes your skin crawl with how it isn’t humorous at all. “I believe you mean beautiful.” Flashing the angel a wink before he finishes setting up one of his trunks. “I am curious Simeon.” Something in his tone shifts and instead of leaving like you planned to go see Barbatos, you hang back for a moment. “What sort of image did you have of me in the first place?”
Now that makes you curious. You know now that the brothers were angels, but that question… Did they know Simeon before the fall?
“Well, I suppose I still think of you the same way I did back when you were up in the Celestial Realm.” That answers that question as you head for the door. Only to pause when Simeon tilts his head with his eyes closed. “Lucifer, the pride of the Celestial Realm, loved by all creation. There was one angel he thought especially beautiful, one whom he praised and kept at his side. ‘Twas Asmodeus, jewel of the heavens.” Great. So Asmodeus’s vanity is from two worlds, not just one. “A traveling minstrel wrote that about you once, and it turned out to be an image that stuck. I suppose I see you as someone who’s very attached to that reputation, and works day in and day out trying to live up to it.”
You feel your stomach drop to your toes. Mostly because Simeon still has his eyes closed, and for the briefest of moments, you saw the mask on Asmodeus’s face crack. Like the words spoken by the angel struck a little too close to home. Only for that look to be gone in a moment as he starts to laugh like it’s forced.
“So you’re saying that your image of me is of someone who wants to be loved?” Waving his hand as if he can just dismiss the notion. “I think you’ve spent too much time in the sun, Simeon.” Motioning to his face and the rest of body. “I mean, naturally I think no one in the three worlds is more deserving of love than I am. But that’s just common sense, now isn’t it?”
You’re tapping your middle finger against the pad of your thumb. There was the smallest catch in his voice. Does Asmodeus doubt that is beautiful? That if he doesn’t make a show people won’t pay attention to him? He is essentially a middle child and from what you understand, from sitcoms anyway, they tend to have more doubts about themselves. Maybe that’s why he acts the way he does, like he needs to make himself the center of attention.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Lamb?”
“Huh?” You turn from the door to face Simeon. “Agree about what?”
“You weren’t listening to us were you?” Simeon lets out a small laugh before he sends you a smile that makes you feel at ease. “I said, it would be an interesting situation if Asmodeus came across a soul he couldn’t charm, couldn’t control.”
“What do you have to say about this Lamb.” Stepping closer, you shudder as Asmodeus ghosts his hands over your shoulders. “You think there’s actually someone out there who does not love me?” You don’t miss the emphasis he puts on that single word as his fingers press into the soft tissue just under your jaw to force you to make eye contact with him.
This close, you notice his eyes are like a blend of lemon and raspberries, and right now they seem to shine from within. It’s a pretty sight, but his touching you when you don’t want to be touched has you annoyed. Again.
“I don’t know about elsewhere in the world.” Snorting as you smack his hand away from your jaw. “But I sure don’t love you. You’re a jerk half the time to me.” Turning on your heels and heading out the door to go find Barbatos.
“Are you just not very bright, is that it?” You can hear as Asmodeus stomps his foot as he makes a scene. “Or perhaps it’s an issue with your eyesight?” Yelling after you, you ignore him and how he starts to pout to Simeon. It is not a you problem.
Simeon, for his part, struggled to keep his expression neutral. As part of the exchange, he understood that demon’s were not allowed to use their powers on any of the exchange students, nor were they allowed to use their own. Unless of course they were in danger, or it was to protect someone else. Lamb was without her own powers, which made her an anomaly.
So to watch Asmodeus blatantly use his abilities to charm someone into submission? He had about to step in, to remind the Avatar of Lust who had once been his brother that he needed to remember to hold back.
Only to watch as Lamb seemed to be unaffected by his magic. ‘So there is a soul that Asmodeus is unable to charm.’ And it left the angel wondering if maybe Solomon wasn’t too far off when he said the little so called magicless human wasn’t worth watching.
Seeing that, Simeon decided that he’d put more effort into getting to know the human everyone referred to as Lamb instead of her actual name. He found himself intrigued after learning of her risking her life for a demon and an angel. Now. Now he wanted to see if Luke was right after listening to him back in the Celestial Realm. That you were like no being he’d ever met before.
It doesn’t take you long to find Barbatos.
As in, almost as soon as you made your way back towards the entrance, he was waiting in the foray. A tilt of his head as he said your name in greeting, which is kind of interesting since he saw you a few minutes ago. “Follow me, if you would.” He doesn’t wait, and you break into a short jog to catch up to him.
“Listen, Barbatos.” Trying to keep your tone neutral when you reach his side. “I’m not sure I can do this.” Licking your lips, aware of a light sheen of sweat on the back of your neck. “I mean…” You trail off as those green eyes flick towards you once more, but he doesn’t stop moving. “Luke has Simeon to help him tomorrow.” A slight misstep when he takes a turn, and you have to scramble to catch up. “I don’t want to sound like I’m doubting you either since you’re cooking tonight, but I’m sure you have the staff to help.” Because there’s no way that Barbatos doesn’t have a staff to help him serve any formal dinners that have guests. You’ve learned enough from Beel that he is an amazing pastry chef, and a well renowned cook so you’re willing to bet he makes all of Diavolo’s meals himself. “I’m not saying I can’t cook, just…” You trail off again as you take another turn, having no idea where the two of you are. You blanch for a second, maybe those rumors about him having a torture chamber are real, and he’s taking you there! Crap crap crap.
“You have never had to prepare a meal for so many before, I take it?” Ok maybe you aren’t going to be tortured.
“Yeah.” Feeling your eyebrows quirk together as you look at Barbatos once more when he pauses in front of a set of steel doors that remind you of ones you’ve seen in restaurants. “Well.” You look at the glass instead of at the demon. “I’m not really sure anything I make would be fit for a table with someone like Lord Diavolo eating at it.” Letting your voice grow a little softer. “And after the fruit incident, I don’t wanna get bitten again.”
“Fruit incident?” Pushing the door open you’re forced to tell him about when you tried to help Mammon and Levi in the kitchen and covered it in fruit juice after the Devildom produce bit you. That earns you a brief chuckle from the demonic butler. “I see. I can assure you, ingredients from the human realm can be procured for this occasion.” He smiles, and once more you feel that strange sense of deja vu from him. Stepping in behind him into what you notice is a kitchen, only to drop to the ground when a whisk is sent flying.
“Barbatos! No. 6 keeps eating all the stewed shadow hog!”
A burp echoes around the space, one that reminds you of Beel, yet not as bone chilling. “It’s really good.”
You look up from your position on the ground to see a shadowy ball-like object hovering nearby with pink horns sprouting from its head. “No. 5, your sauce is starting to froth.” Another voice calls and your eyes shift to land on another ball figure that looks like the first but with green horns.
Barbatos says your name as he sweeps his arm across the kitchen, after helping you stand again. “Meet the Little D.’s.” A soft chuckle that is anything but amused as his eyes land on one of the balls with reddish-orange horns. “While they are a rather rambunctious group of demons, they work well when provided with specific instructions.”
“They’re demons…” You can’t help but trail off as you glance around the room at each of them. Trying to keep your expression neutral while inside you are screaming. They’re so adorable! You wanna just grab one of them and see if you can squish them!
“Indeed.” Unaware of Barbatos watching your reactions like a hawk. “I believe they should be able to assist-”
“Who are you?” The pink-horned demon is directly in front of you, and you can’t help but blink at him. Stating your name, unsure as to how quickly he got there since he had been checking the pot a moment ago. “You’re adorable!” The demon faces Barbatos and points the whisk in his hand at you. “Can we keep her?”
“Can we?” Jumping as another demon appears at your side, this one with purple horns, his small hands grab your side. “She seems nice, unlike you and Lord Diavolo. She might not make us work so hard.”
Oh. There is a story there. No doubt about it, and you find it kind of cute how clingy they’re all being as another approaches you. One with blue horns.
“All of you, back to work.” Crossing his arms as he floats in front of you. “I would rather not deal with the repercussions if anything fails.” While the words are serious and the two that had been close to you move away, back toward the food they were prepping, you try to hold back a laugh. His voice was so squeaky!!!
“No. 1.” Barbatos tilts his head, and you finally turn your attention back to him. “Will you show our guest around the kitchen? After the brief tour, have No. 2 bring her back to the lobby and take a list of anything she requests since all of you will be assisting her with cooking lunch on the 3rd day of the retreat.”
So much for trying to argue with Barbatos, but at least now you know you aren’t going to be cooking alone. A task you weren’t even sure you would have been able to manage if you were just cooking for Beel.
Notes:
I might take a break from this for a bit, because I want to try and get the next chapter to cover the entire portion of the castle arc and forming a pact with Asmo. We'll see what happens though.
AN: I had this thought pop into my head because of Sinner's choice and decided to write it. And... decided to make a series of shorts that relate to: Love, Demonic drama, and why am I a sheep?! Partly to jump around in the series and because I seem to never be able to stick to a single project...
“I’m sorry, I need you to say that again.” The pastry dough you had been working on fell from your hands to the floured countertop with a fwop that sent a tiny cloud of white into the air.
While Barbatos just looked at you with the slightest tilt to his head, his black apron was impeccable compared to yours. “How you need to be more gentle with the dough?”
“No!” Your arms forming an “X” as you widen your stance. “You need to explain what you just said about stepping on Lucifer!”
“Ah.” A smirk on his face as he closes his eyes, reminding you of a Cheshire cat. “That.” You feel the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you’re about to learn some more dirt about the Avatar of Pride. All while getting a Devildom baking lesson from Barbatos, you are so winning today. These lessons have done wonders for getting you over your aversion to fruit that can bite back.
“That was nothing.” You feel like a character in one of Levi’s anime shows as you almost fall over from the massive letdown.
“Barbatos!” Yelling before pointing at him. “You did that on purpose!” Now you understand why Diavolo occasionally mentions that Barbatos is far more playful than anyone gives him credit for. He’s dangling the information in front of you like a prize.
“I have no idea what you might be referring to.” His attention returned to the fruit compote he was making to go inside the tarts you were supposed to be making. You go back to your dough that needs to be folded a few more times. Of course, he wouldn’t just go into more details, that would be like giving you a reward. “I merely mentioned how Lucifer needed a reminder when he first fell that throwing a tantrum would not help him. By way of my boot.”
“Barbatos!” Dropping the dough again. “You are doing this on purpose!”
Diavolo could hear you yelling from his office, and all he could do was chuckle. Curious as to what his dear steward could be doing to cause you to respond in such a way, and he was wondering if he could slip away to investigate for himself.
CW: Brother drama, Lucifer being smug, mentions of violence, Luke being a crybaby.
Word count: Roughly 2.5K
Chapter Fifty-Five, Sure enough you arrive at the Demon Lord's castle before the other exchange students, and Lucifer is way too smug about it.
Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.
Prefer A03? Read it here.
Masterlist
Images belong to Solmare.
“Well, good morning!” You’re barely past the doors of the Demon Lord’s castle, and Lord Diavolo is standing there in the center of the ornate entrance with a wide grin. The fact that he’s already there long before the time that Lucifer had stated you were all expected, you can’t help but wonder just how long he’s been standing there waiting. “I must say, I couldn't wait for you to arrive!” Something about his demeanor in this moment reminds you of a dog. Sort of like a golden retriever all excited to see people.
“Welcome to the Demon Lord’s Castle.” Standing just behind Diavolo and a little to his right, Barbatos has one of his hands over his chest as he gives the slightest inclination of his head forward. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” You don’t know what is about that minuscule smile of his, but it makes your spine straighten after your entire body shivers.
“Good morning, Diavolo.” Watching as Lucifer at the head of your group, moves closer to the prince and nods his head at him before turning to his butler. “And you too, Barbatos.” You frown as he seems to make a show of looking around before a smirk appears on his face. He reminds you of a peacock in this moment, like he’s far too satisfied with something.
“Well, it seems that neither Solomon nor the angels have arrived yet, have they?”
“Are you shitting me.” Feeling your jaw drop at his statement. After all that drama at the house to make sure you all left early to beat them. “You son of a-”
“Man, now that’s just shameless.” It seems Mammon isn’t all that impressed with his brother either. “Listen to you pretendin’ like you didn’t hurry over here, all frantic to make it to Lord Diavolo before Solomon and the angels could.” Crossing his arms as he looks at Lucifer over the edge of his sunglasses as his brother moves closer to him. “Ya sure you just didn’t want to impress Lord Dia- Ow!”
Lucifer lets out a low hum, after stepping on Mammon’s foot with enough force that you wince. “Did you say something Mammon?” It’s kind of funny, watching as Mammon’s face goes red and the veins on his neck start to show, but aside from the initial noise, he’s trying to hold back.
“He’s pointing out how you made us get here as soon as possible to make a good impression. Like a loyal lap dog.” That gets you a glare, and here you thought he was in a good mood earlier.
“Sometimes I think you try to see how far you can push Lucifer before he snaps.” Levi’s voice is low a whine as he whispers the words just loud enough for you to hear.
“Well it’s not like he’s beating the allegations of being more than his right hand when he does shit like that.” Hissing back just as low. In the middle of the week when Levi and Mammon had been trying to help you understand ancient Devildom script in the library you had come across something that made the three of you squirm hidden in the pages of one of the books. A rendition of Lucifer and Diavolo in a rather compromising position, the art wasn’t bad, but you still feel like you need some bleach for your eyeballs.
“Well, Lucifer, Mammon, I see that you two are getting along swimmingly as usual.” Diavolo starts laughing, and you’re glad for it, since it means that, more than likely, no one is paying attention to you and Levi. Plus it pulls you back from that horrible, horrible memory.
“At least Mammon is predictable.” You glance at Asmodeus as he pulls out a compact mirror and frowns at the reflection. “No matter what, you can always count on him to act stupid.” That makes you roll your eyes. It is really funny for him, of all people, to say that as he uses his pinky to rub at the skin just under his bottom lip.
“It’s embarrassing to think that Solomon and the angels are about to get a front row seat to all of Mammon’s idiocy.” A sigh from Satan as he piles on. It’s the first thing he’s said since all of you left the House of Lamentation, and you can’t help but watch the blond from the corner of your eye.
“Maybe if you guys didn’t call him scum all the time, he wouldn’t have a reason to act like an idiot.” Crossing your arms as you tap your foot. Sure, Mammon has his moments, but from what you’ve seen, it’s because he’s too genuine in his reactions and feelings.
“Hey!” Mammon snaps at last. Only for anything else that was about to be said to be swallowed by the doors to the castle entrance being opened again.
“Speaking of our other guests, they’ve just arrived.” A chuckle from Barbatos. This one doesn’t make you shiver like usual. It almost sounds… playful? Maybe there’s more to him than just the stoic, terrifying demon butler presence he seems to emanate.
Sure enough, from the doors, you can see Simeon and Solomon walking in. Both men seem to have a bag similar in size to yours and Lucifer’s which makes you feel better again in regards to how much you had packed.
“Hello, and good morning!” Damnit. Simeon is wearing that outfit that shows enough skin that you wonder if he’s actually an angel like he claims to be. It’s not even the amount of skin that's showing that makes you flush, it’s the damn location. “We’ve already got quite the crowd here, don’t we?” You haven’t seen him since the day of the underground tomb event, so you try to make eye contact with him. An attempt to be polite and not make it seem like you're staring at those stupid little hip windows.
“You demons sure know how to get an early start. I see you managed to get here before us.” There is no doubt about it. The only other human in the exchange, probably the entire Devildom, is well aware that Lucifer planned it that way. “I see you managed to remember to bring the Little La-”
You barely see the white blur before it launches into your form. A cry of your name from the figure as the wind is forced from your lungs from the impact against your abdomen. You can feel your eyes water as your body tries to absorb the shock, missing the comments from the three demons you have pacts with as your brain eventually figures out what, or more correctly, who had slammed into you.
It might have helped that Luke kept saying your name and crying so hard that he was starting to make your shirt wet. “I’m so happy you’re all right…!” You can only reach out a hand to pat the top of his hat. “So, so happy.” He might be covering your shirt as he blubbers but it makes something inside your chest shift. “There aren’t even words…!”
Clearly, he does have the words, and you let a small watery laugh. “I’m happy to see you, too, Luke.” Still patting his head as you watched him pull his face away from your shirt. His eyes rimmed red, and his face splotchy and it makes you feel your smile grow a little softer. “I missed you while you were gone.” You know, telling him to dry his tears isn’t going to work; if anything, it might upset the little angel more.
“I’m so, so sorry.” It feels like an arrow right to your heart with how depressed he sounds. “It was all my fault…”
“Hey now.” Reaching down to wipe at the tears on his cheeks. “Don’t say things like that, Luke. None of what happened was your fault.” Tilting your head a bit to the side, you gave the little blond a crooked smile to try and lighten the mood. “I thought by now you’d know I liked to cause trouble for myself.” Sticking your tongue out at him.
“But-”
“No buts. If you keep crying and clinging to me like this, the others are just gonna double down on calling you a chihuahua.” Giving him a wink as he looked around, a small flush formed on his cheeks. Like the moment he saw you, he forgot that you were all in public.
“I was really worried the whole time I was back in the Celestial realm.” His voice was softer, like he was whispering the words just for you to hear. “But it’s such a relief to see you safe and sound.”
“And I missed you.” Lifting his hat to ruffle his hair and watch his expression shift to one of annoyance. “Who else is going to keep me from falling asleep during ancient Devildom history if you aren’t there?”
“Hey!” You let out another laugh. Missing the conversation that was happening around the two of you.
“What’s all this about?” Satan was watching the exchange, his head tilted to the side.
“I’m guessing he must feel responsible for what happened…You know, for how Lucifer-” Asmo started talking as he watched the scene as well. Only for Satan to cut him off.
“Not that part.” Rolling his green eyes. “Why is he acting like a blubbering mess because of it? It’s not as if she actually died.” For Satan, the display of emotion didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, the two of them hadn’t been all that close before the events that led up to the underground tomb. To see the angel that upset was just making his brain spin. He understood what the emotions should have been, but Luke was clinging to her like he was a child who put a parent in mortal danger.
“Luke has been doing some reflecting back home,” Simeon answered, with a soft chuckle like wind chimes. “I think not seeing her in person had him spiraling a little while imagining the worst.” At least that made a little more sense to Satan than the waterworks.
“I heard rumors that you and Diavolo met and mediated a solution together. Is that right?” Solomon took the moment to slide in and drop that information with his fingers tapping his chin. “Seeing as two of the exchange students had been threatened while under the Demon Prince’s protection.”
“Yes, we did.” Simeon nodded, shifting his stance so one of his hands was resting on his hip. “Though you were already aware of that, Solomon, so I’m not sure why you would bring that up.”
The human sorcerer let out a laugh, just as Luke released you from his attempted bear hug, causing you to turn towards him. “Perhaps I simply wanted everyone to be aware since this is the first time since the incident that all the exchange students are in the same place.”
You know what incident he means, but you can’t help but wonder what in the heck they had been talking about before to cause that to come up. You aren’t sure if you should ask or not, glancing around the room at the expressions on everyone’s faces. At least until your eyes land on Lucifer.
Who is glaring at Luke like he’s offended him.
You shift your stance a little, inching just a bit closer to the boy. He just got back; he doesn’t need to get a riled up by the Avatar of Pride again.
“ All right, then.” Diavolo lets his voice carry through the entrance with the ease that comes from those used to commanding a crowd with their presence. “Now that we’re all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work.” At that, Barbatos takes over with a more in-depth explanation of the items that had been on the image Lucifer had texted all of you. Most of it, you tuned out as the brothers began to bicker about anything and everything.
You didn’t understand how someone as serious as Barbatos could let them interrupt him as much as they did. Maybe he was just as used to the antics and found them to be nothing to worry about.
As you watched him, something about the way his green eyes swept the crowd had a strange, queasy feeling start in your chest. It seemed almost familiar. You just didn’t know where.
“Then on day three-the final day-we’ll get to enjoy food from the human world for lunch, which our gracious female exchange student will be preparing for us.” Those words make your neck snap up as you stop trying to place Barbatos’s eyes at that comment.
“Ugh. Come again?”
“You are preparing lunch for us on the third day? Are you not?” So much for thinking Barbatos was unflappable with the way his eyes widen. “I did send notice regarding our plans. It was also discussed during the student council meeting.”
“If that’s the case, why am I only hearing about it now?!” You do not want to cook for these demons! Or for the angels, and Solomon. You aren’t even on the rotation for cooking at the House of Lametation.
It’s not because you can’t cook. Your grandmother, from the moment you stood on her doorstep after leaving the penthouse that had been your cage, had been determined to ensure you knew how to feed yourself. The problem was that you didn’t think you could cook to scale for that many people, and your food never looked all that appetizing.
Plus… You didn’t want to touch anything in the Devildom after that fruit had split to show it had teeth and had bitten you when you were stuck in your sheep form.
“Mammon.” Lucifer’s voice rings out in the space, and you feel the chill run down your spine. “I believe I told you to let her know about this?” Clicking his tongue at the end.
You don’t know if you feel better that his cold rage isn’t directed at you, or if you feel terrible for Mammon who looks ready to disappear into the floor. “W-Wait a minute…” Stammering as he started to rub at the back of his head. “Didn’t I, um, mention that?” You can see it in his eyes that he is trying to plead with you to back him up on this one.
“Not at all.” Crossing your arms as you frown at him. He could have said something instead of complaining about this trip being a drag all week!
“Mammon-”
Barbatos let out a sigh before he stepped closer to you. “I should have realized something was amiss when I did not receive a request for supplies from you. After everyone is settled in their rooms, I’ll come find you, and we can discuss the details.” You feel your face grow cold. You’re about to argue when the butler gives you the smallest smile that, for once, doesn’t make your blood freeze in your veins. “I know you have your concerns; however, the alternative is Solomon cooking.” That cold malice seems to be back, and you can’t help but feel your stomach drop to your toes at how intense his eyes have become. “I refuse to let the Young Master suffer that injustice.” You don’t know if that comment should concern you more than it does, but his meaning is clear.
CW: Vague smut, bruises, bite marks, getting dressed, teasing, wanting to cause a scene, somewhat domestic, married couple. Some spoilers for Obey Me, IDO.
Word count: Roughly .9K
A/N: Sort of random, I just let my brain run after seeing those Sinner Choice images...
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You feel your lips quirk as you gaze at yourself in the mirror, finishing getting dressed for the party Diavolo is throwing tonight. It seems the King of the Devildom is getting better at finding excuses since both you and Lucifer know it’s not about Lucifer’s birthday.
On the surface.
You and the brothers, as well as the angels who were invited, knew better.
Satan had even been complaining to you over texts how Diavolo was making things more difficult for him as his first consul. At least he had convinced him to forgo a cake.
“Are you going to cover that?” Lucifer whispers as he steps up behind you, adjusting the collar of his jacket. In the mirror, you follow his gaze to the side of your neck, covered in bruises and scratches from what the two of you had been doing most of the day as part of your own celebration. Licking your lips as you remember the way he had pinned you against the couch in your living room for one round. Jackhammering into your core from behind, forcing you to smack against the armrest. His arms holding you tight, squeezing one of your breasts while whispering filth in your ear, when he wasn’t dragging his teeth along your neck.
“No.” Adjusting the way the bodice of your dress is sitting. “Satan told me that some of the Clauderic family are going to be there.” Letting out an annoyed snort. “Including that bitch who tried to marry you.”
“That is not an appropriate reason to leave that much…” Lucifer trails off as you raise an eyebrow at him, your lips in a fine line. You never thought you’d be able to get Lucifer to pause in a way that you can see hia adam’s apple bob through the gap in the black lapels. “Evidence.”
“Yes, it is.” Grabbing a bobby pin to adjust your hair. “Mostly since that woman goes around at these functions taking pot shots that you’re embarrassed because of me.”
“While I support your reason for wanting to show off those marks.” Lucifer leans down, pressing his lips to an unmarked portion of skin on one of your traps. “It does leave me with a certain level of pride, and makes the more possessive side of me preen.” You feel your back arch as he nips you with those sharp fangs, and you watch as the skin reacts to the newest damage.
“Wow.” Dragging out the word while, trying to ignore his hand on your hip. “You didn’t even try to deny that I embarrass you.”
“As much as they are rare.” His fingers tighten the slightest amount in a way that reminds you of more recent physical activity. “You do have your moments that I feel second-hand embarrassment.” Shifting his head so his bottom lip brushes against your earlobe. “If you arrive with those marks on display, my brothers will certainly object and draw attention.”
“That is not a me problem.” If anything, having his siblings get upset over the marks will have them making snide remarks to Lucifer all night. Which could either make him jealous or annoyed.
“Simeon and Raphael will be there.” A shift in his tactics.
“Simeon will laugh and ask if you’re taking care of me.” His hand isn’t at your hip any longer, sliding lower as his fingers probe for the slit along the side. “Raphael will ignore it.” Even if he does take notice, the more stoic angel is never going to comment on it in public.
“If I promise more of this afternoon when we return, will you agree to hide it?” You let out a chuckle when the leather tips of his fingers brush your leg.
“We both know that’s going to happen regardless.” Shifting your weight so your back was pressed against his chest, the metal buttons are cool compared to the rest of him.
“You're making it hard to negotiate.” Mouthing at the skin just under your earlobe, and you hum, you have no intention of hiding anything. Let that Clauderic woman make her comments when how he feels about you is on display. Only for Lucifer to pull out the big guns and make you frown. “Luke will be there.”
Damn him. He really isn’t pulling any punches with that one.
“Fine.” Pouting as you reached for some concealer to hide the marks. When the youngest angel looks at you and asks what happened, it always leaves a pit in your stomach. You can’t tell him about what adults do, regardless of the fact that the boy is technically older than you.
“If you want to deal with that demon from the attempted arranged marriage.” His fingers rising higher, and you find yourself pausing. “I am not against her finding us in a…” You let out a soft whine when he presses against your clothed core. “Compromising position.” You can’t help but lick your lips at the idea, as much as you doubt it would actually be that naughty, given Lucifer’s preference for privacy, it does sound enticing.
“At this rate, we’re not leaving on time.”
“We can be quick.” A lie, but not one you’ll complain about as you enjoy his touch and ignore hiding the marks for now, instead making eye contact in the mirror and smirking. Who’s going to blame the Avatar of Pride for being late to a party that isn’t about his birthday that falls on his birthday.
CW: Merman Katakuri, human reader, monster/human relationship, mentions of violence, mentions of death, implied suicidal thoughts, courting, obvious reader, breeding, penis in vaginal sex, overstimulation, non-human genitalia.
Word count: Roughly 6.8K
A/N: Part two. You reflect on what the last three years have been like for you, and some of the more important moments you and Katakuri have had. Only to realize he's grown fond of the island you're on for an interesting reason.
Part One
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You flinch when you hear rocks crack, the movement sending sand flying upwards into the air. You’d roll your eyes, but it would be wasted effort since Katakuri, the cause of the noise, is somewhere inside the cave on this little island.
Even if he could see it, after roughly three years of traveling with the eel merman, you’d be lucky if he even registered the gesture as a sign of your annoyance. Well. He’d know you were annoyed; he just might not make the connection that it was because of him.
For the past month, since the two of you had found this island, if the small sand bar attached to a jagged hunk of rock could be called an island, Katakuri has been spending from dawn until dusk inside the small cavern. Doing whatever it is he’s been doing in there. You know it involves smashing rock from the sound of it; other than that, you have zero idea what he’s up to.
Much like when he first saved you. You hadn’t expected him to let you remain with him. With the sun-warmed sand around you, and the gentle lapping of the waves at your legs, you let yourself relax, remembering that night.
Your legs couldn’t even support your weight when he placed you on the dark edge of the dock, falling to your hands as your body registered that you were back on land. Yet before he could leave, you were turning, scrambling almost. “Katakuri!” Yelling out to him in hopes he hasn’t left yet.
He’s still there, sunk beneath the waves with just his head out of the water. Watching you. Waiting.
“Wherever you were when they found you, you can’t go back!” The scientist's words are clear in your mind. “They want to try and recapture you.”
“Why?” You just blink at him. Does he not realize how important he is to them?!
“Why? So they can throw you back in a tank and keep experimenting on you! Do you not realize how important you are to them?!” You know he’s intelligent; they told you he almost died when they caught them and during transport. Though now, after learning they were adding bacteria to his water on purpose, you can’t help but wonder if that was a lie.
“Why tell me?” Oh. That seems more like what you’ve learned in the past few weeks.
“I don’t want them to put you in a tank again.” If they did catch him, they won’t let the same escape happen twice. You also won’t be there. Which makes you realize something. “I can’t go home.” They rolled you off the ship attached to something that was dragging you down. No doubt they’ve already come up with some kind of excuse to claim you died in a work accident.
With how quickly they worked when you were hurt, you suspect they’ve been moving even quicker to clean up the remnants of your life. You feel your blood run cold. You have no idea what to do, how are you even going to feed yourself? You don’t have money, you don’t have family, you're on your own, and you possibly don’t even exist anymore in government systems to get a new job.
“Come with me.” Your head snaps upward from where you had been staring at the stained cement under your hands. You were talking out loud, and it seems the merman is taking pity on you.
“Ok.” You’re bawling your eyes out, telling yourself maybe you start over in another country or something. If your emotional state bothers him, he doesn’t say anything, just helps you back down from the dock before tucking you against his side and darting off into the open sea.
You didn’t start over in another country.
Instead, as you had traveled, you noticed Katakuri seemed to have places in mind as he moved through the ocean. He’d wait until dark, then slip closer to the shore to let you wander. He was also damn good at stealing without getting caught too.
He realized you couldn’t stay in your old clothes covered in blood from when the scientists had knocked you out. As well as that, you couldn’t eat some of the food he did. You have to give him credit, when he showed up with a waterproof bag, and refused to tell you how he got it, you weren’t too mad at him.
Some of the clothes fit, and anything that didn’t you left behind. Keeping dry goods inside the bag and a few odd things that needed to be kept dry.
Yet, the longer the two of you traveled, the more you came to realize that all the places you visited, he seemed familiar with. Which prompted you to ask him one day.
“What are you looking for?”
“My siblings.” You aren’t sure what to do with that information. Knowing there’s more than just him makes that primal part of your brain flinch. While the rest of your brain is wondering where they could be hiding and how humans didn’t find them, but the ocean is vast and there are still lots of places your species can’t go.
“Maybe I can help?” He remained silent as he swam, and you clung to his back, holding onto his shoulder and wedged against his dorsal fin. “I could ask the locals if they noticed anything strange. It might help with information at least.”
As the months passed and you never learned anything, you felt useless. Nothing ever turned up, and your questions just made it so you were even more wary of other humans than before.
“I hate that I’m so useless.” Grousing as you tossed the bones from your fish into the small fire just past the edge of the water. “I can’t even pay you back with hints and clues that might help you find your siblings.”
“Most of them are dead.” There was a note of something in Katakuri’s voice, like a thread of longing. His arms are folded with his head resting on them as he watches the flickering flames from the water.
You learned some time ago that he can drag his bulk on land for a short amount of time, but his preference is to remain with most of his body in the water. In rare moments like now, when the small waves still manage to hit the edge of his elbows, you appreciate his company.
He’s always serious, to the point that half the time you don’t know if you should prod him for more information or not. Yet with that bomb drop.
“Will you tell me about it?”
“They found our home and killed most of them while trying to capture us.” He doesn’t move, and the pitch of his voice doesn’t change. “Not all of us were made to survive outside of the depths.” One of his arms moves, reaching up to scratch his talons along his scaled jaw. “That is all I will say on the matter.”
“Katakuri?” Your voice is soft as you shift. Letting the word hang in the air for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Whispering it when his dark eyes meet yours. You don’t say anything else. What else could you say anyway? He made it clear he doesn’t want to talk about it, and who could blame him?
Now, at least, you feel you understand him a little better. When you learned he had siblings, you couldn’t make sense of why he didn’t want to try to survive in the tank. Family means something to try to hold onto. If they were dead… He probably saw no reason to try to escape on his own when he couldn’t find a way out.
That it would have been better to die there, instead of surviving and letting them learn more.
You don’t remember when the tears started that night. You do remember neither of you moving until even the coals of your little fire had gone out, the only light remaining that of the stars.
Another crack makes you flinch, rolling onto your side and noticing the tide has risen. You really were enjoying memory lane. Letting out a soft sigh as you sit up once more. After you had learned about his siblings, you had expected him to pull away. That, with your new knowledge of his past and the realization that your species was the reason for his loss, he’d leave you on an island and not return.
He always came back for you.
There were so many times you wanted to question it, to ask him why. You never did. Too afraid of the answer. You know in some way, he cares about you. He wouldn’t have kept you with him for this long if he didn’t.
He could have also let you drown during a hurricane.
“There is a storm coming.” He’d said it so matter-of-factly you were taken aback, but you didn’t question him. He knew how to read the currents and the way the wind shifted.
“Do you want to drop me off on an island then?” Pointing towards the distance and what you think is a decent-sized island, if the visible palm trees are anything to go by.
“No.” His tone even as he makes his statement. “You will remain with me.” Yet he starts making his way towards the island, only he doesn’t stop at the shore. Instead, he heads around the island, towards a rocky outcropping.
“Katakuri?” Saying his name softly as he moves closer to the edge, feeling your confusion rise.
“The surf will be rough here, but there will be no current.”
“So, I’m going to spend the storm standing on a rock?” Tilting your head because that sure as hell doesn’t sound safe.
“No. You are going to remain with me.” Feeling his hand reach towards your back and starting to remove your bag. Surprising you even more as he takes it and slips it over one of his shoulders. “If you are on the island, I won’t be able to reach you if you end up in trouble.”
He made it hard to argue with him.
You regretted it hours later when the storm was at its peak. You should have tried to argue harder, made more of a case of how, even if he couldn’t get to you, you would have been safer closer to the center of the island.
Instead, you’re clinging to his body. Both of your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers numb as you grasp your elbows. Your face is tucked into the hollow at his throat as he keeps most of your form out of the water. Using his own body like a wall to keep the waves from hitting you, and a bit of a furnace to try and keep you warm, pressed flush against him. Straddling him in a sense, since the thickest portion of his tail, where his hips would have been if he were human, is between your legs. One of his large hands pressed against your back, his elbow folded down and against your side, trying to let more of his heat sink into you.
“You’re alright.” Rumbled from his chest as if it somehow feels even warmer. Like he’s putting more effort into producing heat to keep you from freezing in the swirling water, his other hand is hooked into the rocks behind you, keeping you from being smashed against the harsh surface.
You make a whining noise as an answer. You’re exhausted, but your mind refuses to let you relax. You just cling that much tighter to Katakuri, hoping the storm ends soon.
When the storm is over at last, you understand why he didn’t want to let you remain on the island alone for the duration of the storm. There’s a lot of debris from the surf, and the high winds have knocked over several trees.
The chances of you getting hurt would have been high.
After spending the storm in Katakuri’s embrace, the worst you suffered was how exhausted you were. The two of you spent the next day on the shore. Well. You spent the day on the shore, sleeping next to a small fire.
What Katakuri did during that time, you’ll never know. Like most of the time when he was under the waves in the deep, and you were on the shore.
What you do know is that when you woke up, he was nearby in the surf. Watching you from across the fire, one that now had a large flat rock partially sitting on the embers. The smell of fish in the air as the rock served as a cooking surface for thin slices of meat. He could eat it raw, and his actions were endearing.
Your stomach growled.
The memory of those thin strips of tuna reminds you that you hadn’t eaten much today. Pushing yourself to stand, using your hands to rub at your backside and legs to knock the loose sand away before heading towards a small alcove near the rocks. Pulling a snack from your bag as you tried to ignore how much louder the smashing of rocks was. At this rate, you’ll soon need to go back to a human town on the coast to get some more provisions.
That makes you nervous.
This is the longest the two of you have stayed in one area, and it has you on edge. You doubt that the scientists have given up looking for Katakuri, and remaining in one place means rumors could spread.
Biting your thumbnail as you glance around the island, deciding to go for a short walk. Calling it just a sandbar doesn’t fully do it justice. It has a few palm trees that line the slope of the island. You assume based on the shape of it that the cave is underneath the hump in the island, and there has to be decent soil of some kind for the palms and small shrubs to have taken root.
A small pool of water, and by small, you meant damn small. Like maybe a foot across, even if it was deeper than you’d suspected, was what you assumed kept many of the plants alive when rain didn’t come to the island. You sure as hell were never going to drink from it, but with how much effort Katakuri was putting into whatever he was doing in the cave, you were starting to wonder if you couldn’t get some root vegetables or similar to grow.
It would be better than just wandering the island. But it would suck to start something and then leave, both because it would be wasted effort and leave behind signs someone had been on the island.
Near the top of the hill, the sound of breaking rocks is duller, like the layers of earth under your feet are serving as a sound barrier. It also reinforces your idea that the cave is under the hill. Glancing out towards the horizon, you can see the sun starting to slide lower in the sky.
You should see if you can find any driftwood that’s washed up on the island. Right now, there’s a decent little pile for fires from the deadfall from the island flora, but it never hurts to have a bit more.
Especially since the driftwood needs a few days to dry out before it will burn well without causing too much smoke.
By the time you’re done with your circle of the island, the sun is starting to slip beneath the sea, which means Katakuri should be stopping soon. Making your way towards the portion of the beach that sits near the reef and the steep incline of the rocky side of the hill.
You’re a little surprised to see a familiar head of hair sticking out of the water, crimson twinged eyes watching you before he drifted closer.
“You finished early.” Keeping your tone dry as you approach the surf.
“The work for today is done.” Pulling himself closer to the shore, stopping when he’s close enough to reach out and touch you. He doesn’t, but it’s nice when he seeks out your presence instead of remaining in the shallow water.
“If I ask will you tell me what you’re doing in there anyway?”
“Yes.” You close your eyes as you take a deep breath. Of course, he couldn’t answer what you really wanted. When you reopen your eyes, you can see that rare flicker of amusement on his serious face.
“What are you doing in there?” Taking a sip of water from your bottle that you had walked around the island with.
“Widening the cave and carving alcoves.” You feel your eyebrows furrow together as you look at him.
“And why would you be doing that?”
“You need somewhere secure when the weather turns, and the reef is a good place for raising young.” The water you had been drinking goes the wrong way as you try to cough. Hacking and smacking your chest while your eyes water.
“Katakuri.” Your voice is hoarse as you give a few more coughs. “I feel like there is something we need to discuss about what you just said.”
“What is there to discuss? If another storm comes like the one a year ago, you need somewhere to rest.” Folding his arms so he can rest the point of his chin into the meat of his forearm. “Somewhere I can reach.”
“That is not what I am talking about!” Pressing your fingers into your eyebrows as you glower at him. “I mean, yes that is part of it too! I thought we had to keep moving?”
“This island has suitable terrain to ensure our safety.” The water shifts as his tail moves. “The cave will ensure an effective hiding place should we require it.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Letting your hands fall into your lap as you let out a long exhale before catching his gaze again. “What if-”
“You aren’t built to travel the waves forever.” His voice even as he speaks that single line. Letting the silence linger between the two of you for a short while. You get the feeling that if you try to bring up the scientists again, he’ll just cut you off. Eventually, he shifts, one of his large hands reaching out to land on your leg. “You’re upset.”
“Of course I am.” Huffing at him as you try to find the right words. “I feel-” You swallow as you place your hand over his. “I feel like you have to hold yourself back because of me. That if you didn’t have to take my needs into account, you might have had more luck. Now it seems like you’ve decided to stay in one place.” Your voice grows quieter the longer you speak. “Because of me.”
“You seem to misunderstand.” His voice was flat once again. “If I found you a burden, I would have left you behind.”
“Ok fine. Fine.” It’s not. You imagine it’s not going to be the last time the two of you have this conversation. Again. “You need to explain the other part too.”
“I would assume it only natural that we’d have young in the future.” Your neck, face and ears feel like they’re on fire. Damn fishman.
“I feel like that is the crux of my concern, Katakuri.” That’s twice he’s said something about young, yet you weren’t aware that he saw you as more than his companion. Or a really strange pet he had adopted. “Are you aware that humans don’t just drop in a casual conversation the concept of having children with someone. Or dropping it as an assumption that it’s an eventuality.” He blinks at you for a moment.
“If you do not want young that is acceptable. I would never force the idea upon you.” You let out a noise, a cross between frustration and embarrassment.
“Katakuri.” Dragging out his name. “You skipped like, five steps in the human mating process.” Trying to frame it in a way that might make sense to him. “The first being a conversation that you are interested in, said human.”
“Are humans dense enough that they can’t figure out when a potential mate shows interest?”
“Not to insult myself, but we’ve been together for three years. Do I need to answer that?” You give your head a shake. “You know what, don’t answer that question. Maybe you should explain how the whole thing works for Merfolk.”
“I’ve been doing it for the past three years.”
Your face doesn’t feel like it’s on fire anymore. No. It feels like it melted as if you were near a volcano. “You realize you picked an idiot right?”
“You are intelligent in other ways.”
At least now you don’t feel so bad about finding him attractive. “So to make sure I understood this conversation correctly.” Feeling utterly exhausted as you reach down to take his hand from your thigh to trace the edges of one of his webbed fingers. “You’ve been carving out a home for us, because the past three years you’ve been courting me. Oh. And you want to have children with me someday.”
“Yes.”
You realize you need to ask him something else, because before tonight you really had no reason to even think about it since it had never crossed your mind before. “Is your…” You trail off because you can’t ask him what you wanted. “Are your reproductive capabilities based on mammalian ones or fish ones?”
“I have a penis.” That's it. You are going to die due to internal combustion. “We would have live young, not eggs.”
All you do is groan, shifting in the sand and trying to bury your face against his arm. “For the record.” Wincing a little. “I’m not saying no. But I’m gonna need some time to process this conversation.”
“We have time. I still have work to do.” If he finds your actions amusing, he doesn’t say it. Yet there’s a hint of warmth in his voice when he next speaks. “Nor are you at the point in your cycle where you are fertile.”
“Katakuri?”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking. I don’t even want to know how you know that.” It's official. You are going to die from embarrassment because the eel merman you’ve been traveling with has been courting you for some time, and you were too dense to take notice.
After that, you found yourself blushing a lot more at some of Katakuri’s comments, though you did use the newfound information to your advantage. Placing your hands on the sides of his face and kissing him, explaining that it was part of human courtship.
He didn’t get it.
He didn’t stop you either, and from the way he started to seem to expect it in the morning, you suspected it was growing on him.
You also took his view of turning this island into a home and running with it. When he last brought you to a nearby island for supplies, you did buy some seeds. The real question now would be whether you were capable of getting them to grow.
If your sore hands were anything to go by, you didn’t think you were going to have much luck. Letting them soak in the chilly salt water, sitting on a rock at the edge of the reef with your legs dangling in the water. It’s there that Katakuri finds you after he returns from the depths. With what you think is a seabass in tow, the prize from his hunting trip.
“I see you found supper.” You aren’t expecting him to answer you; he usually doesn’t, since when he brings home large fish, it tends to last a few days. Longer for him since you can only eat so much before the meat starts to turn.
So when he swims closer with his head between your legs and his pupils widening it takes a lot of scrambling to make sure you don’t fall backward from the shock of him getting that close. “Jesus Katakuri, are you trying to scare me?” A hand over your chest as you send him a glare. Only to notice there’s a feral gleam in his eyes, and his throat keeps moving like he’s trying to swallow. “Katakuri?” You’ve never seen him like this before.
“You’re fertile.” Of course, he’d say something like that. With the two of you having had more conversations, which in your case meant learning more about courting, you had admitted you did want to be his mate. That you did want children with him if it was possible. “If you are not ready, I should return out to sea for the time being.”
You just blink as his words sink in, and when you look at him, really look at him, you can see how the fins along his arms and back seem to be flaring. Like his body is trying to put on a display after catching your scent.
“You say it like you’re gonna force me and I’ll get pregnant on the first try.” Letting out a small laugh as you reach down to cup the sides of his face. His skin is warm, far warmer than he normally is.
“You will.” Tilting his jaw just enough to press the edge of his cheek against your palm. “I simply do not trust myself if you are not ready.” Your heart flutters in your chest every time Katakuri puts you and your needs first. It’s damn endearing and a little adorable for such a large creature.
“Someone sounds pretty sure of himself for never having had sex with a human before.” It's awkward, but you lean down to press a kiss to the seam of his mouth. “I’m nervous, but I want to try it. I want you.” Letting out a small yelp when he reaches out to tug you from your seated position on the rock and into the water.
“The sand will be better.” Tucking you against him as he makes for the beach, the seabass long forgotten.
The beach might not be far away, but that doesn’t stop Katakuri from swimming as quickly as possible, and you’re there in record time. Feeling him shift you in his arms as he slows, so you’re pressed against his chest. Which makes it a lot easier as his pace slows for you to pepper whatever skin you can reach with kisses.
For the past several months, even before he pointed out his affection for you, you’ve wondered what it would be like to be intimate with him. You weren’t blind to his build and how attractive he was.
Now you’re going to get to enjoy it for real instead of in your head.
Feeling as the soft sand presses against your back, he’s right. This is a lot nicer than what it might have been if it were the rocks. Now that he’s stopped moving, you pull yourself higher, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. Humming low in your throat.
Aware of the sensation of his talons sliding along your outer thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. “Is it just right into it for merfolk?” Letting a teasing tone enter your voice as you trail your hands along his shoulders. “No foreplay.”
“Yes.” Letting out a soft giggle when he admits the single word. “A mating display would be enough.” Tugging your body down by your hips so you’re flush against where his own would be. “I am aware you will need more.” Letting out a soft gasp as he uses his hold to grind you against him. You’ve never felt that particular portion of his body before, leaving you to assume, like many marine mammals, it’s hidden until it’s needed for reproduction.
You can’t kiss his lips like this, a reminder of the difference in your sizes as he keeps moving your body against his. Instead, you focus on the pressure between your legs while you run your fingers over his chest. Mapping the scars that are dotted across the thinner portions of his hide as you press your face into the hardened ridges of his pectoral muscles. Licking some of the softest skin on his body, aware it’s for your benefit instead of his. If the way your insides are clenching, you know both his actions and your own are working.
If it wasn’t for the ocean, you were certain your own fluids would be trickling out of you at a steady pace. The way Katakuri moves you has your clit and the folds of your cunt rubbing along his cock. Your inner walls are spasming, your arousal is growing and spreading through you. Like a tingling sensation. And yet, you can’t help but feel yourself getting more curious.
Sliding one of your hands down between both of your bodies. You want to feel him, to wrap your fingers around his length. You can’t help but let out a gasp. You knew his dick wouldn’t look like a human one, not if it could retract inside his body. Yet the moment the tips of your fingers grasp him, you can’t help but shiver. Even the smallest part of his cock, the head is still wide, but instead of being rounded, it feels like it has a point. You can’t help it, as you blurt out the thought that crossed your mind. “Is it going to fit?” For some reason, just saying those words makes your core tighten up even more, and you can feel the fluid coating your insides.
“Your body will accept enough to be sufficient.” You whine hearing that. For some reason, it makes your entire body feel hot, barely aware of the chill water around you. You know Katakuri won’t harm you, and his words make you pant, wanting to know just how much you’ll be able to take of his length.
“Katakuri.” Your voice has a raspy edge to it, pausing to lick your lips as you give his tip a squeeze. “Please.” Pumping your hand along the parts of his shaft that you can reach, while you rub your nose against a faint scar just below the center of his abs. “I’m ready.”
He lets out a noise that you have no words to describe, but you feel his cock violently twitch in your hand. The force of the vibrations has you panting, with your entire body pressed against his; it’s like a low current is thrumming through you. Your core is clenching so much, your stomach is starting to hurt. Aware of Katakuri’s talons gripping your hips that much tighter as he pulls you away from his body.
“I require your assistance.” You pause the rotation of your wrist, letting out a shuddering breath. His voice has the slightest strain, and for some reason, that makes your heart beat faster and hard enough that you think you feel it inside of your chest. Given the difference in your size, it would be hard for him to maneuver you and align his cock with your pussy.
You’re glad he can’t see your smile as you use the hand that had been rubbing along the end of his lenght to guide the strange tip to your slit. You can feel Katakuri go still, like he's trying to hold himself back. Concerned that if he moves too quickly, he might hurt you. Too bad for him that it gives you a moment to take control of the situation. Rubbing him against your folds in a way that he pushes just inside of you for a moment before being pulled out. Hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves as you use his length to tease yourself, small pants escaping you as you start to rut your hips to chase a bit more pressure than when he was rubbing you against him.
You don’t know how long he lets you tease yourself, just that your body is feeling warm, while your head is a little fuzzy.
“You are making it both difficult to remember you are human, while wanting to end your teasing and breed you.” The words hissed, and the idea of his jaw clenched tight, those razor-sharp fangs parted just enough to let him speak with his eyes closed, almost pushes you over the edge.
Almost.
“You just feel so good.” Whispering against his skin. Now that you’ve been called out, you realize his entire body is tense from holding back and letting you enjoy yourself. You had told him earlier you were ready; now you know beyond a doubt you are. Your insides clench around nothing with a dull ache in the deepest parts of you from all the small movements of the muscles that have been going on for so long.
The time for teasing is over.
You take in a long, slow, deep breath, lining him up before you shift so the tip starts to spread you open. You wish you could watch, but your imagination is helping, since with how easily he’s sliding into you and the pressure against your slick walls increasing, you can envision being speared on his cock. How wide you’re being stretched to accommodate his girth based on the burn of your muscles, hovering on painful.
Katakuri makes another noise, and you’re more aware of his talons tightening on your hips. You keep focusing on your breathing as you keep moving, taking more of him slowly as you rock your hips. You feel so full, and with your hand pumping along the smooth shaft, you're aware of how little of his dick is inside of you. Damn physics, because you’d love to have his entire length stuffed in your hole, twitching and putting pressure in all the right places.
“I see…” You trail off to swallow when the very end of his tip brushes against your cervix. Your entire body tenses from the sensation, unsure if it was painful or pleasurable. The fingers of your hand on his chest are exerting enough downward force that the ends are paling, trying to keep your brain from short circuiting.
“That seems to be-” Cutting himself off to let out a groan that makes your wall clamp down around him, hyper aware of the spasming muscles. “The limit.” Your eyes feel like they could roll back into your head. Trying to find enough brain cells to rub together to agree with him, since you had been about to comment that you understood what he meant earlier about how your body would be able to take enough of him.
Neither of you moves for the next few moments. Only aware of the movements of your inner walls, the pulsing of his cock, almost in time to the shifting of his chest as he breathes. Both of you are waiting for the tremors of your bodies to slow. To let yourself adapt to the feeling.
With all the teasing earlier, you’ve been hovering at the edge. So close to an orgasm that you don’t know how you haven’t tumbled into that mind-numbing oblivion yet. Now, you can feel yourself being pulled back, more aware of the way your chest is heaving like you’ve been running a race instead of being split open by the penis of an eel merman three times your size. Your grip on his length loosens to finally let him go, planting it beside your other hand on his expansive chest.
“Katakuri.” Whispering his name, knowing he’ll hear you, he always does. Starting to press your lips against whatever skin you can reach. “I love you.” Saying the words out loud for the first time comes as a relief. “I love how you’re making me- us a home.” Your fingers are moving, following the hardened ridges of skin as you drag your bottom lip against his chest. “I know you’re going to hold back so you don’t hurt me.” Nipping at the raised patch of hardened skin that covers his pectoral muscles. “So please.” Letting your voice turn into a whine as you roll your hips, his tip firmly against your cervix. “Breed me.”
“Do not complain after our mating.” It’s all he says before his hold on your body shifts, starting to move you in time with his undulating form. Allowing him to control how quickly he thrusts in and out of you. Setting a pace you would never be able to set, let alone match, all you can do is moan as your cooling orgasm flares back full force. You can feel everything, and it isn’t long before you feel that familiar tingling along your spine, your legs jerking with micro spasms, toes curling as your orgasm hits you.
Katakuri doesn’t stop. One of his large hands adjusts his grip, so the fine scales along his thumb are hovering over your clit. Every so often, knocking into the sensitive bud and pulling another orgasm from your core.
You just keep moaning his name between your pants and whining. Pressed more and more into the sand as Katakuri keeps moving, never forcing more than you can take into your slick core. His grip loosens for an instant, and you feel a searing heat spread in the deepest part of you. Your eyes closed as you revel in the sensation of being filled in a different way.
Only.
Katakuri doesn’t stop.
His pace remains the same, still moving you at a pace that brings tears to the corners of your eyes. “Kata-” Your attempt to call his name broken off by a moan when he presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves.
“One will not be enough.” Feeling him shift, dragging the two of you out into slightly deeper water, but you can still feel the soft sand under you when he thrusts downward. “I will fill you, over and over again, all night.” That same searing heat spreads inside of you to the point you know his cum must be leaking from where you are joined with how much he seems to pump into you. “To ensure you are carrying our young.”
The moment he said “our young”, your body feels like it’s been touched by a live wire. Your walls clench down, impossibly tight, like you’ll stop him from moving. To keep all his cum inside of you, because in the short time since you became aware of exactly what he felt for you, that it wasn’t a one-sided attraction, you’ve come to realize you want more with him. It doesn’t matter that your child will probably be like him, that you won’t be able to teach them everything you should as a parent. He’ll be there to help you, just like he has since the two of you saved each other.
You’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly as you do right now. Forced to settle for your hands reaching as high on his body as they can. Barely grasping his shoulders as you mouth at the thicker portions of his hide over his heart. You can endure this, as much as your body is starting to feel the exhaustion from so many orgasms, you want it.
All of it.
When the first hint of dawn comes, Katakuri is still moving. Parts of you are numb, pressed into the sand at low tide, his cum leaking out around his member as he holds his body up with one hand. Trying to keep moving, panting “one more” over and over as his form trembles.
Just as the sun peaks over the horizon, you feel him freeze. That searing heat returning as a load that feels impossible large is pumped into you. His head hangs down after a moment, his eyes almost closed as he watches you wrecked under him. “Sleep.” One word, and you nod. Feeling his weight settle over you, but his length remaining in your core like he can stem the flow of cum.
Sleep sounds good. Letting your eyes close at last, your body thrumming from the exertion. Yet you have the strength to reach down, your fingers sweeping over the skin above your womb. A soft smile on your face, as you fall into dreams of a smaller version of Katakuri that is far more curious about this world.
The next time you wake up, you’re still pressed against Katakuri. Only he’s floating on his back, a hand holding you in place while the noon sun warms the shallow waters of the reef.
If the feeling in your legs is anything to go by, you aren’t walking today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Parting your lips as you start to lift your head. “Katakuri-”
“You require more rest.” You decide it’s not worth arguing. He’ll realize you were going to ask about that seabass and how you still need to eat later.
CW: Implied grooming, implied abuse, talk of past, past violence, gore like imagery
Word count: Roughly 2.2K
It's the first morning of the retreat. Or should you say the first day since you still woke up at the House of Lamentation?
Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.
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Before you knew it, it was the first morning of the three-day retreat at the Demon Lord’s castle. A few things thrown in a bag that you toss over your shoulder that should be enough to get you through the next couple of days.
You aren’t sure what to expect of this so-called retreat, but since it aligns with a Devildom Holiday, you get the feeling you’re going to learn more about Diavolo’s Grandfather. Or maybe it’s to give the exchange students more of a general lesson about the royal family. Either way, you’re sort of looking forward to it, just not the party tomorrow night.
Part of you is hoping you can hide somewhere, pretending that you aren’t feeling well. Giving your room a final glance before heading towards the door and out to the main entrance.
Lucifer had sent a text in the group chat that included you and his brothers. Honestly, it had felt kind of like an order with how he had the time and place written three times in the text which had you rolling your eyes the night before as you watched a movie with Mammon and Beel in your room.
This morning though, since you didn’t want to risk him getting after you like an annoyed mother hen, you were planning to be there before the time he wanted.
Just as you step past one of the stone statues that is in the entry way a voice yells in your ear. “All right! It’s finally time for our retreat!” Wrapping an arm around you the moment he saw you, Mammon seems way to happy. “Three days and two nights! So, Lamb! Are you pumped for this or what?!”
When he first heard about it, he was saying how it's like something out of a horror story, and that he was sure Barbatos had a hidden torture room in the place. Now he’s acting like he won the lottery or something similar. Pretty different from how he was acting not even eight hours earlier. “Sort of.” Giving him just enough of an answer without risking the reveal of your plan to ditch tomorrow night.
“Hey now, come on!” Lifting his hand to ruffle your hair like you’re a pet of some kind. “Let’s hear some more excitement, eh! It won’t be every day ya get to stay at the Demon Lord’s castle with all that nice treasure.” Oh, he is already planning to try to steal some stuff to sell it. That explains the one eighty in his feelings.
“Do not involve me in your schemes.” Deadpanning as you try to slip free from his unwanted brotherly affection.
“Schemes?!” Stepping away from you with mock offense in his voice, his hand held out like you’ve mortally wounded him. “Me? Oh Lamb, how you wound me. And here I thought we were friends.”
“You do scheme.” Snorted from Levi as he made his way down the stairs, carrying what looked like a travel trunk large enough for you to fit into. “And, you’re being really loud. Seriously, Mammon, you don’t need to yell like that first thing in the morning.” Like he’s one to talk. Half the time Levi is yelling just as loudly, if not more so, than his brother. Sure it’s about an anime or video game, but still.
“Aw, what’s wrong with you, Levi?” Turning on his heels with a smooth motion. “Get that grumpy look off your face, killjoy!” Sauntering towards Levi, you really don’t understand how Mammon could be so giddy, even with him deluding himself into thinking he was going to be able to sneak something out of the castle. “You stayed up real late last night playin’ games and readin’ manga and stuff, didn’t ya? Yup, I knew it!” A wide grin spread across his tanned face as he gave himself a fist pump, while at the same time wrapping an arm around his brother. “One point for Mammon!” Good. He can be annoying to someone else for once.
“You’re like…” It’s kind of funny just how disgusted Levi looks, tucked up against Mammon. “Too excited right now, Mammon, and it’s really annoying.” If he scrunches up anymore in his attempts to get away from the aggressive affection, he’s going to be a pretzel.
“Mammon being annoying is nothing new, but yeah…” Satan is making his way down the stairs, looking unimpressed that the side he took is blocked by Levi, his trunk, and Mammon. “This morning you're both especially annoying.” Even from a distance, you can see the blond's nostrils flare.
“Let me go.” Levi gives his shoulders a shake, like he could worm his way out of Mammon’s hold, but you know from experience that if he doesn’t want to let you go, he latches on like a bur. “Even last night, you were complaining about how this retreat was going to be a drag. Now you’re all for it? You’re worse than a tsundere type.”
“Ah, shut up, both of ya.” Mammon finally steps away from Levi, clearing the stairs and letting his brothers join you in the foyer. “Sure, I thought it was gonna be a drag, but now that it’s actually time to go, I’m excited!” Scooping his own bag up as well, and you can’t help but notice that both his and Satan’s are also larger than yours.
Then again, you’re pretty sure they all have a way more in-depth beauty routine than you do based on what you’ve seen Mammon do before he heads to his own room to sleep. You’ve even seen Levi use a few products when washing his face, though his products were also covered in images of his favorite character. If all the brothers are vain in any way, they’d bring more stuff than you.
“Mams, you were still complaining about it last night.” He jolts, and you don’t miss the side eye he sends you. Loudly. Until you kicked him out because you wanted to go to bed.
“Anythin’ wrong with changin' my mind, huh?!” Why does he sound like he wants to pick a fight with you? If he wasn’t being so annoying you wouldn’t be pointing out his flip-flopping this morning.
“What are you, an elementary school kid about to head off on a field trip?” Satan rolls his eyes before his green gaze lands on you. “Is that all you’re bringing?” The look of surprise on his face makes you think he isn’t trying to insult like you.
“It’s three days-”
“Whoa, Beel, that bag of yours is waaay too big!” You don’t get to finish your own comment about how these men clearly needed way more stuff than you did. Thankfully, Beel appeared. With a bag across his shoulders that makes him look like he’s ready for a three-week hike instead of an overnight stay for a weekend. “Pff, I bet it’s stuffed with food, ain’t it?” Mammon seems to be having a good time overstating the obvious.
Only when he reaches the main landing do you notice he’s carrying another bag. Though the second one doesn’t really look like something he’d use. Almost like it’s too fancy compared to his usual sporty stuff.
“Well, what about Asmodeus?” Tilting his head as he gestures towards the bag he’s holding and the pink-haired demon making his way down the stairs with a bag that matches the one Beel is carrying. “I’d say he’s the one you should be criticizing when it comes to luggage.” Beel isn’t wrong. Out of all the brothers that have appeared so far, the Avatar of Lust has the most without a doubt.
“Goooood morning, everyone! My, you’re all early!” Making a show of flicking his hair. “Ugh, I just couldn’t decide how I wanted to do my hair this morning, you know?” You do not like the way he’s looking at you. It’s not his usual flirty tone, but the dismissive one he’s been using in the last little while. Like you’re a fan he finds annoying or something. “It took so much time…”
Wait. Are you misreading it? Is he trying to fish for compliments? These men just get on your nerves sometimes with the way they act.
“…Asmodeus,” Satan speaks at last, and even you can see the exasperation in his green eyes. “Why do you have so much luggage?” Asking the question that you’re sure is on everyone present minds. He has at least twice as much as the next person.
“Yeah. It’s only for two nights, ya know? You think you’re headin’ off on a tour of the three worlds or somethin’?” You really want to point out that most of them have way more stuff than what’s needed for this little outing as part of the exchange program.
“This is actually quite a bit less than what I wanted to bring.” You’d slap a hand to your face if it didn’t draw more attention to you. “But then it occurred to me that I only have two hands, so I could only bring two suitcases with me.”
“Yet you handed one off to Beel.” Muttering the words as you adjust the strap of your backpack.
“Actually, larger doujinshi artists generally ship their stuff when they go to conventions.” You just turn to Levi as you blink at him, and what he said. You have so many questions, and you get the feeling right now, is neither the time or place to ask them.
“Sorry Levi, but I’m not sure what you’re even talking about right now.” Asmodeus looks as confused as you; the only difference is that you doubt he’ll ask for clarification later like you will.
“So what do you have in there? Food?” Beel asks like he genuinely wants to know the answer.
“A personality?” You snort.
“Ugh, no, of course no. I’m not you, Beel!” Guess he didn’t hear you. That might be a good thing. “I guess most of it is just clothes, makeup, and random beauty products?” He does understand that most of this weekend is just the exchange students, the brothers, and Lord Diavolo, right? Who is he trying to impress? “I mean, everyone expects me to look my best at all times, now don’t they?”
You wonder if somewhere along the line you missed something about wanting to be the center of attention. Because with how Asmodeus acts and how much effort he puts into his beauty routine from what you’ve seen, you know you’d be exhausted. Or maybe you simply want nothing to do with that much attention.
“Man,” A long whine from Mammon and he also rolls his eyes at his brother. “Even Levi makes more sense than you, Asmo!” In this instance, maybe. Yet you keep glancing at all the different sizes of everyone’s bag compared to yours, maybe none of them make sense.
As you keep pondering if you should go back to your room and double check you didn’t forget anything, you miss another figure appearing. One that stands right next to you, letting out a sigh that you almost missed.
Or at least, almost missed meaning you practically jumped out of your skin at Lucifer that close. “At least you have the common sense to realize this is just three nights.” Glancing at him while your heart keeps pounding away from your fright, you notice his bag isn’t much larger than yours.
In the smallest sense of the word, it makes you feel better.
“It looks like everyone’s here.” Stepping towards the center, you find it interesting how quickly everyone else seems to grow silent as Lucifer speaks. “It won’t do to keep Diavolo waiting. We should head over to the Demon Lord’s Castle right now.” You glance at your phone. It’s like, an hour before anyone was expected to arrive, since as part of his texts last night, Lucifer had also sent a brief timeline of events. “I want to get there before the angels and Solomon do.”
“Seriously?” Deadpanning at the dark-haired demon.
“There is nothing wrong with arriving early.” You just lift an eyebrow at his tone.
“Sounds more like you want to impress your boy…” You trail off at the glare he’s sending you. “Boss.” Making a short correction that no one in the entryway believes for a second.
“So, we’re goin’ to the Demon Lord’s Castle at last.” Mammon has one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders again. “Ya ready, Lamb? ‘cause there ain’t no guarantee you’ll come back from this alive!” Letting his voice drop into a rasp like he’s trying to scare you. “There are a lotta rumors about that place. From what I hear, there are ghosts wanderin’ the halls, y’know?” You just stare at him from the corner of your eye. If he thinks some little rumor is going be enough to make you shiver or act like you’re frightened, he’s clearly forgotten the events of a few weeks ago.
“You do realize it sounds like you want Lamb to be interested in you when you say things like that, Mammon.” Satan sounds like he’s trying to cause problems again. Too bad for him, a comment like that is nowhere near enough to cause the two of you to react the way he was expecting.
“Gross.”
“Eww. I can do better.” That makes you slap him even if your tongue is still sticking out in disgust.
Leviathan is laughing. “That isn’t going to work at all.”
“Quit standing around laughing and get going!” Lucifer yells, trying to cut through the roar of three of you laughing when you realize just how surprised Satan looks. If he wants to try to cause drama, he needs to work a lot harder than that.
Posting this here for context and because I fully believe you should write what you want to people. I dont care if someone's writing comes off as "lazy" mine included, because at least I wrote it.
Not AI.
Anyway, enjoy your Twink public service reminder to do what the hell you want when it comes to writing. This place and AO3 are free.
CW: Smut, Possessive, drinking, harassment, groping, drunks, manhandled, threats of violence, semi public sex, clothed sex, standing sex.
Word count: Roughly 4.5K
A/N: A demon guest at The Fall gets a little handsy after having had too much to drink. Good thing Lucifer is nearby, and your husband is none too happy about someone touching his wife.
I was trying to avoid writing any content relating to IDO, but damn... the Lucifer card in the newest starfall took a hold and didn't let go. So no edits to this work yet so sorry if there's a lot... I got too excited! Like this ate my brain for the last few days instead of my other projects...
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“Hey, you over there!” You turn on your heels, your service smile in place as you balance the tray of empty glasses with one hand. Giving your head a tilt to the side to make your bunny ears seem more expressive.
“How could I help you, Hop?” Playing up the bunny act since you know this area is being covered by Lucifer and he hates bunny talk.
“Don’t you think this place has terrible service?” His words are a little slurred and you plan to signal Beel since you won’t be strong enough to toss this guy out. “You’re dressed up as a bunny.” You start to lift your free hand, fingers curled in the silent sign so none of the other guests are disturbed. Only to feel a hand hook into the ribbon around your waist and tug you down into his lap, the sound of glasses shattering on the polished floor of The Fall. “So you should know what to do.” His voice is low as he whispers it against the shell of your ear, his breath stagnant and sour as it washes over you. “If you get my drift.”
“Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea.” Keeping your tone level as you try to keep yourself from gagging, the shock overriding your first instinct to struggle free. Feeling his hand wandering along your outer thigh, the revulsion races upward like a prickling along your spine. Pulling your arm away from your body before sharply shoving it backwards and into the demon's abdomen. “That is not anywhere near the services we provide.”
“Hey, what are you going on about?” Crap. Either he was too drunk to take notice, or you weren’t able to get a good hit in. “I’m just asking for proper service as a customer.” When his hand slips closer to the front of your pants, you feel your entire body freeze up. Ready to unleash magic on this asshole if your physical attempts aren’t having any effect.
“Hey, you.” That voice you know, and with the ice coating the words the jackass holding you loosens his grip enough for you to escape his hold. “What do you think you’re doing?” Stumbling a little as you get your feet under you because the demon tried to grab you again. Ripping the edge of the ribbon around your waist and part of your vest.
A different arm, one that you’re far more familiar with, wraps around you. Helping to balance you after placing you behind their figure. “Stay back.” Your name whispered soft and low, with a hidden layer of concern. “This riffraff is not worth your time.” Lucifer is facing you, but his gaze is over his shoulder, looking at the demon who had tugged you into his lap like he’s dirt beneath his feet. Keeping the tray of hard liquor balanced with two glasses of demonus that he’d been carrying.
“Huh?” There’s a flash of irritation on Lucifer’s face as the demon that had harassed you tries to stand. “You have a lot of nerve talking to a customer like that.” The corner of Lucifer’s lip lifts, and you watch his eyes narrow.
“A customer?” Before you could even blink, Lucifer has moved. One of his heeled dress shoes pressing into the cushions beside the demon. Making it so his leg is forming a table of sorts for his hand holding his tray to lean against. “In what way do you claim to be a customer? This is The Fall, a respectable establishment unlike the kind you’re trying to imply.” Slowly rolling his wrist, one of the glasses held between his long fingers. Allowing the liquid to slowly pour from the rim, right onto the demon in front of him. “I will say this only once.” Leaning in close, his voice and tone quiet but it still carries the weight of one of the seven rulers of hell. “Get lost. If you don’t, having demonus poured over you will be the least of your worries.”
Lucifer doesn’t move right away. Letting his voice lower to a whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you might not have caught his words. “As for touching my wife.” An edge to his tone as he tries to suppress the malice. “I’ll let it slide today. If I ever see you again, I’m going to rip your tongue from your skull.” He’s still whispering, but there’s a certain jovial, sadistic twang to every word. “To stifle your screams before I pluck the individual muscle strands from your hands and arms that dared to touch what was mine.”
You watch as the demon goes pale. Nodding furiously until Lucifer seems to find the level of fear in the demon’s eyes acceptable enough to believe he’ll go out of his way to avoid you, and your spouse in the future. Lucifer barely has his leg moved before the demon is bolting for the door.
Lucifer’s crimson gaze watching every step until he’s gone from his view. A roll of his shoulders before he turns to the small crowd that had gathered. “My apologies to all our guests for the disturbance.” A smile on his face that makes it seem like he wasn’t just threatening visceral violence. “Please allow us to offer a round of Demonus on the house as an apology.” Once the words pass his lips, you notice Mammon and Levi nearby, handing out glasses to the guests. “We hope you will continue to enjoy your time here.”
When Mammon passed nearby you noticed him dip his head near Lucifer, pretending to flash a wink at a female demon who looked like her eyes had turned into hearts. Yet you didn’t miss his words. “I’ll clean this up, you look after her.”
“Right.” Lucifer hands off his tray to Belphie when he approaches, and once it is gone, Lucifer holds out one of his hands towards you. “Your outfit is in disarray. Let’s head to the back for a moment.”
You’re happy to slip your smaller one into his, glad for his presence at your side as he guides you towards the back storeroom. Nodding and smiling at the customers as you pass them along your way. As soon as the door closed, any semblance of his service persona was gone.
“Good grief…” Releasing your hand from his, running one through his black hair. “What a nasty drunk that was.” Now that the two of you are out of sight, Lucifer is far more hands on as he checks your clothes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m alright now.” Making a noise of disgust as you look at the ribbon that made your bow that matched Lucifer’s. “I hate being harassed by a drunk. He reeked. I’m pretty sure he was already half in the bag before he even got here.” Giving your head a shake. “I feel gross.”
“I can only imagine.” His hands hover for a moment before landing on your hips. “I’m sorry.”
“Huh? Why are you sorry? It’s not like you didn’t deal with him.” Tilting your head in confusion, only for him to sigh.
“I was fully aware of how captivating you were, yet I still took my eyes off you.” Lifting one of his hands to drag the outside of his middle and index fingers along your cheek. “I may have been able to intervene faster if I had never let my gaze wander.” Curling those two fingers to lift your chin. “Where did he touch you? Tell me everything. I shall overwrite every place that pathetic man touched myself.”
You smirk at him. “My my, there’s something to be said when your husband admits he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you.” Placing one of your hands over the one he still has on your hip. “Makes me think your offer isn’t all just for my sake.” Letting out a small chuckle as you start to slide his hand a little higher on your hip. “But I don’t want to say where, I don’t want to think about that asshole again.” Running the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’d rather show you.” Guiding his hand to where the demon had first grabbed you, pressing on his fingers just enough to get him to grip you a little harder. Letting out a breathy inhale.
“If it’s going to cause you distress speaking.” Half a step closer, one of his feet between yours. The heat from his body sinking into yours. “I would prefer you just show me.”
You take that as an invitation. Ghosting your hand over the back of his to guide it lower, along the outside of your thigh. “Good.”
He hums when your hand stops moving. “Was it around here?” Massaging the area under his fingers, pressing circles in your thigh before fanning them out. Moving his hand a bit lower in time to trailing the fingers at your chin down your throat. “Or perhaps… here?”
“A little more to the left.” Sliding your hands along his clothed covered ribs, rising higher until your reach the thinner white shirt under it. “You saw at the end right?” His hand moves subtly, closer towards your core and he gets a lot farther. “How are you going to overwrite that memory?” Trying to tilt your face so you can press a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
That earns you a small chuckle, one that is softened with affection. “Heh. I know he didn’t touch your lips.” Aligning his mouth yours, but keeping just enough space so you feel his breath. The cool moist air, laced with mint, is far nicer as it washes across your face. “If he had of, he wouldn’t have left under his own powers.”
You let out a soft little whine. You can just imagine what Lucifer would have done if that had happened. That protectiveness wrapped in the layers of his possessiveness makes your knees weak.
“I simply…” He closes the distance, the soft pressure against your lips, like he’s testing the waters. Letting out a noise as he shifts, his tongue sweeping along the seam of your mouth. You’re happy to part your lips, your tongue meeting his as you moan. His fingers working at your core and it doesn’t take long for the interaction to grow more and more heated. Tasting his tea from earlier, you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Until Lucifer pulls back, like he’s aware the two of you are just in a back room of a club in the Devildom. “Couldn’t resist you.”
You have no idea what you look like right now, but based on how much your chest is heaving and how warm your face is, you’ve got little doubt it would be clear to anyone who walked in what you and Lucifer had been doing. “I swear.” Letting your head drop forward to press against his shoulder. “You enjoy teasing me, knowing I can’t do anything because there’s a chance someone could walk in on us.”
“Well.” The lifting of one of his eyebrows. “The place seems to have really calmed down.”
“Lucifer.” You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes since your face is warmer for a slightly different reason. “We are not having sex in the back storage room of The Fall.” The tips of your ears are burning. “The other staff could walk in, and it’s awkward enough that all of your brothers have walked in on us at some point knocking boots.”
“I suppose you are right.” He doesn’t release you, but he doesn’t seem to be pressing his body as close to yours anymore. “Though there is no guarantee another drunk like that will not appear.” You shudder. That wouldn’t be fun, and if there was a second incident… Well. You know Lucifer wouldn’t let them go with just a wet outfit and damaged pride. “Perhaps if we stay like this, no one will bother you.”
“As much as I’d rather stay here with you.” You let out a sigh, finally lifting your eyes and letting your expression soften. “We can’t leave the others alone. We’re here trying to draw business back to the legitimate clubs, and we both know some of the customers are here to see you specifically.”
You feel as much as you see Lucifer jolt. “Goodness, you are certainly composed.” His hand reaches up to fix your bunny ear headband and push some of your loose hair behind your ear.
“I doubt that. I’m a realist.” With how warm your skin feels, you don’t believe him about being composed. “We might be married, but your fan still came out to see Bunny Boy Lucifer. They can still dream about a certain blue-eared bunny sweeping them off their feet at times like this.”
Lucifer lets out a sigh himself this time. His hands moving to rub yours arms. “You’re right, of course, but you could at least allow yourself to be swept away a little.” He’s disappointed, but you can understand why. “I suppose it can’t be helped. We should return to the floor soon.”
It’s then, that the door opens and you are beyond glad you and Lucifer weren’t doing what you had been a few minutes ago. Or escalated to more physical aspects.
“Lucifer, apparently, some packages arrived a short while ago. Levi said they have some branding merchandise to go with the Bunny Boy event.” You have to admit, since Satan became First Consul and Lucifer stepped back their relationship seems to have matured a little. “Would you be able to look for them?”
“Sure.” The word is out of your mouth quickly, even if the question had been directed at Lucifer. Nodding at Satan, who just smiles at you before turning around and leaving to go back to the reception area.
“Us inspecting the packages that arrived does keep you off the main floor a little longer.” Leaning back into your space to drop his forehead against yours. “We should be able to finish quickly if we check them together.”
“Yeah. Let's go.” Breaking apart at last as the two of you move more into the store room. Towards the bay doors that open and you can both see a pallet that looks like it was partially broken down. “The packages should be around here.”
“I guess the regular staff must have started on it earlier.” The event did get started earlier with some of the citizens showing up and demanding to get in. Worried they would lose access to the premier show even though they had all bought tickets and their seats were assigned.
As the two of you work, it doesn’t take you long to get everything sorted and moved. Until Lucifer looks at the manifest and notices there are some boxes that aren’t accounted for.
“Maybe they got moved?” He nods, glancing around the shelves.
“Would you check the contents of that box on the top shelf for me?” Motioning to another box higher up that has the same logo at the ones you had unpacked. “You can use the stepladder over there while I check the ones on this side.”
You can reach the box without the ladder, but in heels, it makes sense since your balance is a little off. “Yeah I think this is one of the missing boxes.” Lifting one of the bottles to notice carrots on the foil wrapper.
“That sound. Was that a bottle of Demonus?” Lucifer stops, and you have to hold in your laughter. Of course, he’d know the sound of those bottles. “The box is probably heavy, so be careful.”
It’s like he jinxes you. Just as the words leave his mouth, you feel your foot slip as your heel doesn’t land correctly.
A yell of your name, and your tumble ends quickly. Lucifer’s arms holding you, and the case of demonus, tightly against his chest. “Are you all right?”
“Damn.” Somewhat breathless at how quickly he moved to catch you. “You’re amazing Lucifer, I just felt my balance starting to go and then you swooped in to catch me.”
This time, he lets out a full-throated laugh. “Naturally. I would never allow you to be injured while I’m with you.” You lift an eyebrow at him as you narrow your eyes. A silent challenge that just makes him chuckle, before being a little cheeky and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to set you down slowly.” Feet back on the ground, Lucifer takes the case from you. “Honestly, please don’t scare me like that, we both know you aren’t always steady in those shoes.”
“Don’t remind me.” Rolling your eyes as you remember the first time you were dragged into the bunny boy mess with all the brothers because of Mammon. The heels that matched the outfit truly left you off balance and you’d dropped more than one tray laded full of drinks back then.
“Are you hurt anywhere? I’m going to check.” His hands moving quickly and you find it endearing. “How about here? Does it hurt?” When his hand gets lower, and his fingers brush your ankle, you let out a small hiss. “Go ahead, lean against me some more. I’ll be performing a thorough check after that noise.” His touch gentle as he prods at the joint. “Perhaps you should remain behind the bar for the rest of the night, it’s not swollen yet that isn’t a reason to risk more damage.”
You nod because you agree with him. Yet it still gives you a terrible idea for a bit of teasing. “Behind the bar, I’ll also be more out of sight. Which means less chance for a repeat.” Flashing him a wink. “Plus it means a certain demon can keep his eyes on me a little easier. Or am I wrong and you’re just using this check to try and keep me back here all to yourself a little longer?”
“It seems I’m caught.” Rising to his full height, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s commendable that you are so dedicated to work, but I’m not ready to let you go. A little longer is fine, don’t you think?” Wrapping his arms around you, you place your hands on his chest. Toying with the diamond-shaped buttons that remind you of the one on his forehead in his demon form.
Hearing him let out another sigh, you can’t help but lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “It seems I’m dwelling on what happened earlier more than I thought.” His hands ghosting up and down your sides. Unsure if he’s comforting you or himself. “Seeing someone other than me touching you right in front of my eyes…” Trailing off as he closes his eyes, biting his lip for a moment. “Just remembering it make me want to tear that demon apart.”
“After you rip his tongue out of his skull?” Lifting your hand a little higher and placing it above where his heart is beating.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Another sigh before he cracks his eyes open. “Lest there be any doubt, just know you have no reason to feel responsible, okay?” You nod. Remember the past and how often someone tried to blame you for something just because you had been there. “It’s only natural that you’re captivating. But that doesn’t mean anyone should feel free to touch you.”
“I think that’s true for everyone, Lucifer.” No one enjoys being touched without their permission. Being a drunk person just seemed to make it worse.
“Believe me when I say no one is as captivating as you.” Damn him and his smooth words because you are feeling your body warm again. “I agree with you on the other point. And the only one permitted to lay their hands on you is me, your partner. Isn’t that right?” His hands dip a little lower, and you don’t miss the subtle groping of your ass. “I know. You don’t have to look at me like that.”
You just roll your eyes at him, but you feel yourself growing a little braver this far back in the store room. “I will do my work properly. But for now, just a little longer. Let me keep you in my arms.” He leans down for another kiss, and you meet him with a low hum in your throat.
Using his slight distraction to move your hand lower and teasing your fingers over his crotch. With just that simple touch, you can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Lucifer?” Breaking the kiss but staying close enough that there’s almost no space between you.
“Yes My Love?”
“You said you’d overwrite everywhere he touched right?” Nipping at his bottom lip as you don’t wait for an answer. “He was pressed against my whole backside. I’m not sure I can wait until we’re home.” Rubbing at the tent between his legs, aware of the moisture starting to pool in your core.
“You are aware.” Whispering the words against your lips as one of his hands moves again, ghosting along your spine over the material of your vest and shirt before hitting the fake bunny tail. “You were the one who pointed out we could be seen?”
“This far back.” Licking your lips which has the tip brushing against his bottom lip. “We’d hear someone when they came in.” Starting to roll your hips, grinding against his leg to try and get more friction against your core. “Please Lucifer.” A soft moan escaping your throat when he starts to massage your butt in his hands. “Just a quickie.”
“Fine.” His mouth reconnects with yours, a quick plunge of his tongue inside of your mouth as the wet muscle sweeps along your teeth. “A quickie.” His eyes flick around the area before he nods to himself. “Turn around.” His hands are on the fasteners of your pants as he works them open and pushes the fabric down with your underwear over the curve of your ass.
You can hear him working his own pants open, and by the sound of it he’s just using the zipper. The idea of being caught like this has more slick forming in your core and starting to drip from the space between your legs. You can just picture his pants open, underwear pushed to the side with his cock proudly jutting from the fabric. How there’s already a bead of precum forming on the head. “Please Baby, I need you.” Letting a whine coat your words as you grind back against him.
“I know Love, I know.” Using his foot to push your feet apart so youre body is spread the way he wants. Feeling his knees brush against the inside of your legs as he makes adjustments. You moan when his hot dick brushes against your skin, one of his hands moving to your front to help align himself with your slick opening. With both of you in heels, it makes the usual positioning a little harder, but the second he presses into you, you moan. Long and loud before you remember where you are.
Slapping a hand over your mouth as you let Lucifer do most of the work. His hand on your core, those long fingers helping to keep his cock inside of you as he trusts his hips with the intent to bring both of you to orgasm. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit as he starts to whisper in your ear. “Is this better My Love?” His other hand is between your breasts, making sure your back is pressed against his chest while his hips hammer away. “My touch bringing you closer, as the heat from my body sinks into yours.”
You’ve got your free hand planted against the metal shelving holding dried goods. Feeling your eyes rolling back as you moan under your hand. He can’t get as deep as normal, but the position has more pressure against the parts of your vagina that align with your clit. Between his cock and the heel of his hand, there’s constant pressure against the bundle of nerves from both ends. “You’re growing tighter.” His mouth against your ear as he pants the words. “All because of me, because of the way I touch you.” Trailing his nose along the shell of your ear. “I wonder, if after this.” Swallowing loud enough that you know he did it just for your benefit, and how his noises make you hornier. “Everyone else will smell how I bred my little bunny.”
You moan again, feeling your insides tighten as another flood of liquid is pulled from your core. “That’s a good girl.” Pressing his lips to the skin of your neck just under your earlobe. “I hope by now you know this is just the prelude.” His hips are moving faster now. “Whatever plans you have for tomorrow, cancel them.” A circular motion added to his hand and you can feel your insides growing tighter as a line of fire begins to race up your spine. “Because I’m not letting you leave our bed.” A dark chuckle and you can picture the smirk on his face. “Not until every pore of your skin drips of my scent, to remind others, only I can touch you.”
You pant against your hand, your stomach tight as your breathing grows uneven. You’re oh so close. “My wife.” Fuck. Those two words do you in, your eyes rolling back into your head and you have to rely on Lucifer to keep you standing as your legs shake.
He hides his groan against your neck, feeling his seed spurt inside of you. Feeling satisfied that anyone else who tries to get too close to you tonight is going to smell his cum. A clear reminder that you aren’t just an exchange student anymore, you’re part of the Devildom elite and no ones play thing.
“Damn Lucifer.” You pant, letting yourself lean against him, well aware of your shared juices starting to slip from your core and sliding down your leg. “I could really go for round two-”
“Lucifer?” Leviathan is looking for the two of you, calling your name after his brothers and you feel your face go pale. “What is taking you two so long? It’s almost time for the show?”
“We just finished with the packages delivered, I assume it was your clever idea Levi?” You can’t seem to move, yet Lucifer is calling out as he removes himself from your body and starts to put his clothes in order.
“Yeah. I thought it might help to have some limited edition stuff to sell after we’re gone to help keep people coming instead of the illegitimate clubs.” He still sounds like he’s near the entrance as you start to fix your own clothes. “Where are you two?”
“Near the back.” You send Lucifer a glare. “After we finished, I realized the incident left” He says your name with clear affection “clothes damaged in such a way that magic won’t fix it.” You blink as you look down at your vest. It isn’t that bad. “We were looking for spare uniforms and just found one.”
Oh. Damn. Sometimes your husband really does seem to be five steps ahead.
“Oh okay. I guess see you guys in five minutes?”
“Yeah. Sorry to take so long Levi!” The second the door closes again you use magic to fix your outfit. Too bad nothing can be done to hide what else the two of you had done.
When Levi stepped out of the store room, he could feel the flush on his face. “I knew I should have gone back there~” Jumping when Asmo latched onto him.
“You’d think Lucifer could keep it in his pants for one night.” Belphie huffed, unhappy at having had to fill in on the floor for the missing pair.
“Be honest.” Mammon has his hands in the air as he makes a pose for the crowd watching them, waiting for the show to start. “Can ya blame him? I mean. I was ready to skin that guy and she’s my sister. If she was my wife? I’d have done a lot more than just pour Demonus on em.”
None of the brothers could argue with that, but that didn’t mean they were going to enjoy the smell of sex coming off the two of you for the rest of the night.
A myth held in an aquarium... Sounds like a bad idea
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Katakuri X F!Reader
CW: Merman Katakuri, Captivity, injury, dying, human reader, abuse, drowning
Word count: Roughly 4.1K
A/N: You never thought you were anything special. Buried in debt and working somewhere that you had become a bit bitter and didn't have many friends. Which sort of backfired on you when the scientents needed someone to look after their newest specimen, or should I say the tank they placed it in. Who knew you'd care more about making sure an Eel-Merman survived than what it would mean for your own life.
Trying something a bit different, since it is Mermay and I might have started this thought last year while rewatching the Whole Cake Arc of One Piece. Also... my first One Piece fic in 12 years... Hot damn...
There will be a part two that will have NSFW content. Now posted!.
Prefer A03? Read it here.
You’ve never really thought about dying. Honestly, you figured if anything, you’d just die from old age in a home with no one around you. You weren’t exactly interesting and tended to keep to yourself; the only people you could have considered as friends were all co-workers. You made better friends with the sea life that you looked after, ensuring the water in their tanks wouldn’t kill them.
Yet here you are.
Sinking down into the murky depths with your hands and feet bound, your vision growing blurry while your lungs fill with water.
They could have just fired you, but it seems it was easier for them to just make you disappear. All because you let the scientist's precious specimen escape.
Several weeks earlier
“Did you hear, they’ve got something down in the old orca section.” You’d roll your eyes, but the effort isn’t worth it. It never is for rumors.
“Oh yeah? Did they finally catch Nessie?” Snorting as you write the reading on the hydrometer down next to the corresponding tank on your clipboard before glancing at your watch to scribble in the time next to it.
“You never want to gossip do you?” Your co-worker huffs at you, but she still keeps walking beside you. “Aren’t you just a little curious what they have down there?”
“Unless it involves checking salinity and oxygen levels, I really don’t care.” Which is true, you just come to work, do your job, and go home to repeat it all over again. Once upon a time, you hadn’t been so bitter, but life sometimes gets in the way of that. Working for a company that kept marine animals in small tanks tended to have that effect and you were buried in debt from your schooling.
A few days later, you were called into one of the offices for a meeting. One where most of the windows were covered. Three scientists you’d never seen before were standing behind the person who you thought was the head researcher. They offered you three times your normal salary to keep the tanks clean in the old orca area. You understood the unsaid rule.
Don’t say anything.
For the first week, it was easy. When it was time to go to the orca area you made sure it was after the section you did by yourself. No one would even notice you had headed off, or that your key card had been given a new authority to enter restricted areas. During that time, you didn’t see anything in the murky waters of the tank.
The second week wasn’t as easy. Mostly because you got the feeling you were being watched as you made your rounds to all the old tanks and the interconnected passages.
The third week was the worst.
Just as you finished taking your reading, a hand reached up from under the water and grabbed your arm. You screamed like a banshee as a head rose from the water, a mouth full of teeth that reminded you of the moray eels in the reef section. You started flailing when that mouth opened and you fell backwards, hitting your head on the metal piping that helped circulate the water.
Your world went black.
When you woke up, you had a splitting headache.
Your back was also sore, and you were cold. Blinking at the hard overhead lights that made your head hurt even more. A soft groan escaped your lips as the light got a bit dimmer. Only for you to realize there was a webbed hand blocking some of the light. Tilting your head just enough, you saw the same face.
Before you could scream again, that webbed hand landed over your mouth. “You are far too noisy.” It makes your brain misfire. It can talk?! “If I remove my hand, can you control yourself?” You nod.
You must be having a really strange dream. Only, as it’s hand moves, you feel the slight catch of one of those taloned fingers on your lip. You aren’t supposed to feel things in dreams, right? Which means this is real.
You try to sit up, only to feel the world spin. Shit. You really must have hit your head hard.
"Are all your kind this weak?” His voice might be gruff, but there’s no mistaking the feel of one of his webbed hands on your back. Almost like he’s trying to help you sit up.
“When we hit our heads? Yeah.” Groaning, you do manage to get into a seated position without throwing your guts up. Looking around, you blink as your mind races to catch up. You hit your head on a pipe earlier, and you’d been near the ladder to come up to check the water.
Now. Now you’re closer to the center of the platform. Did he move you?
“You would have hit your head a second time.” You jolt. Damn. Can this thing read minds? “I do not want to give them an excuse.” You turn towards the sounds of its voice, and now that you aren’t as freaked out, you get a better look at the creature. It might also help that it’s more than a head and a random hand.
If you didn’t know any better as you glance at the tiny scales that dot its body, you’d assume mermaids were real. The fins that protrude along its forearms also give the impression of being some kind of marine predator, built for cleaving through the currents. You also want to assume it’s a male, since it has a clearly defined muscular chest. At least you know enough marine biology to know that means nothing. What keeps throwing you off, is the massive row of teeth that protrude from its-his mouth.
When he makes a noise, you jump again. Feeling your face warm in embarrassment. He’s a sentient creature and you were staring like he was some kind of freak on display.
“Ugh sorry!” Squeaking out as you look away. Might as well try some manners, as you hold out your hand while not looking at him. “I’m…” You introduce yourself. “It’s my job to look after your tank and to try to keep it clean for you.”
A single snort. “You did not die. Our business is done.” Followed by the sound of the smallest splash. Looking back towards where he had been to see the water ripple.
What in the world just happened?
You don’t have time to dwell on the interaction, instead heading to the medical area. It might just be a nurse there, but at least you can document that you slipped and hit your head on a pipe.
You just don’t mention which area said pipe was located in.
What you find even more surprising is when one of the scientists from before is there. Telling the nurse the area you were injured in and that one of the tank occupants had frightened you. The only part of the story that isn’t true is the location. It seems your ability to keep your mouth shut also gets you a paid trip to the emergency room with service so quick you’re on your way home in under two hours.
The next day, when you approached the same tank in the orca area, you tried to be a lot more aware of your surroundings. Checking the water as you slowly ascend the stairs, looking to see if the same creature was just under the surface.
The smallest noises make you jump as you check the salinity levels, making note of them being in the correct range. You try to stay on task, wanting to get what needs to be done, done. Then getting out of there.
As you move to take a sample of water for a quick microbial test, you jump as something moves in the water. Something large. Damnit. You wanted to be gone before he noticed your presence.
“Why are you back?”
“I told you yesterday.” Not looking towards the sound of his voice, hoping he can’t notice the fear emanating from you. “It’s my job to look after your tank.” Hoping he doesn’t notice how much your hands are shaking. He doesn’t say anything, and that silence just makes you move faster. When you finish, you slowly rise, not turning your back to the tank as you head for the stairs. If his teeth from yesterday, and his talons were anything to go by, he isn’t just a predator. He’s an ambush one, and showing your back would be a dumb move.
“Katakuri.” That makes you pause, one foot on the top rung. Your gaze snapped towards where his voice came from, only to see the ripples that meant he’s gone underwater once more.
The next day, it’s similar. Only when you notice the water ripple as you lean more into the water to adjust the intake valve you speak. “So what was that about yesterday?” When he doesn’t say anything you lift your head, flicking your fingers to get the water off. “That word when I left?”
He’s still mostly under the surface, having raised his head just enough that his mouth and nose are visible. He’s also glaring at you. It’s kind of funny to think a marine creature needs a nose, but maybe it’s a quirk of evolution. Like how some whales still have pelvic bones from before their ancestors returned to the sea.
As the silence stretches, you let out a sigh. “Right. Too noisy.” Back to the task at hand as you wait a bit to give the tank time to circulate and adjust to the new fluid pouring in. Writing down more notes, if the levels of microbacteria keep increasing the way they are, the water is going to turn harmful to the being living inside of the massive enclosure.
It makes you wonder if the scientists cleaned the tank out before they dropped this guy in there. Sure the old orca tank system was designed so the large creatures could swim between the show tanks, the holding pens, and the research area which meant he’d have lots of space. From what you’ve seen of him, he’d need it. The problem was, you hadn’t seen the area in use since the first year you worked there. That was almost a decade ago.
Public backlash had forced the owners to release many of the killer whales, able to keep only those that were too sick to leave. Which meant this area wasn’t exactly well taken care of anymore. It might explain why the levels were rising so fast.
“This is the longest you’ve stayed.” A statement from the massive being, and you can’t help lift your head from your notes.
“I’m trying to figure out if something is wrong with your tank.” Tapping your pen against your lip. You know its an unwritten rule, not to talk about what you see, but you doubt they want their prize to die. Maybe you could get a cleaning crew in to work on the sections of the area he isn’t in. You’ll have to approach the scientists about it.
“It is not my tank.” Hissing the words with enough venom, you feel your blood run cold in your veins. You aren’t going to say that again.
“Right.” Swallowing you reach down to check the water, there’s some improvement and you shift the valves again. “Well. Same time tomorrow.” Repeating your actions from the day before as you don’t turn your back on him.
“My name.” Huh. “Katakuri.” Alright. One question answered it seems as he slips beneath the glassy surface once more, just without the usual force that caused it to ripple.
When you brought up the condition of the tank Katakuri was in, the lead scientist barely lifted his hands away from a laptop he was making notes on. “There was no time. The specimen was dying and required a large space.” When you asked about getting a team in to clean that got a response. One that wasn’t what you had hoped for. “The specimen would respond negatively to a larger presence. You were selected because of your work ethic.” Once more, you could read between the lines. The less people that knew about the strange creature the better.
You didn’t miss the thinly veiled threat either. You could be replaced, and the extra cash was helping you pay down your debt in record time.
One benefit from that conversation was that you were removed from your old rounds. Your co-workers told that your injury meant you couldn’t be with live specimens. That you had been reassigned to work on a project to assist with the clean-up of the old orca tanks and areas.
It made it easier, if only because you didn’t need to make up excuses as to where you were going.
After you checked the normal readings and got ready to clean, you decided you were going to start in the main area that Katakuri seemed to spend most of his time. If you could get that area cleaned first, at least it would cut down on the amount of bacteria in his immediate area.
You make adjustments to the valves before you start, opening everything up as much as you can. Already changed into a wetsuit with your cleaning equipment at the ready. It’s not as effective as draining the tank and scrubbing it, but that required a team and you weren’t getting one.
Slipping into the water and hoping he doesn’t take offense to you being there. Or think you’re prey.
First mistake.
You don’t make it five minutes before you feel the water swirl around you, the force strong enough that you’re drawn under the surf. Looking down into the deep water, you see two eyes, illuminated by bioluminescent glare at you in a way that you feel your heart start to race.
Your instincts scream.
You need to get out of there.
You’d grown too used to his presence and forgot he truly was a predator.
It’s not even three feet, but it feels like it takes you forever to reach the first rung of the ladder. Hands slipping as you try to scramble upwards. You’re breathing too fast, chest tight, your lungs burning like you’d been dragged into the depths and kept there. Even when your feet land on the platform, you don’t stop.
Your knees sting from the force of your feet landing with too much force, and you tumble down. Your back lands against the wall farthest from the edge of the tank. More like slams into with the way you fall. Closing your eyes as you try to force your breathing to slow.
You’re safe.
Only for the sound of water exploding upwards to force them open once more. You freeze at the sight in front of you.
Before now, you’ve never seen more than the upper portion of his chest. Now. Now his entire upper body is above the water, one of his massive arms across the platform. All he would need to do is reach out and he’d be able to wrap his hands around your ankle and drag you back into the tank.
You swallow hard.
There’s no denying he’s an apex predator. All corded muscle, covered in scales and lacerations that prove he’s more than adept at surviving. Short fins along the length of his tail that make you think of the eels, and you're reminded you’ve seen them snap their jaws and swallow fingers faster than you can blink.
When you meet his gaze, his pupils are barely slits. He was ready to hunt. The silence between the two of you deepens and you start to wonder if you can slip away with slow movement.
“Why were you in the water?”
There’s a tension in his words, but he didn’t need to raise his voice to ask the question. Didn’t need to force his words to carry.
The first time you try to speak, you let out a croak. Your throat is dry regardless of all the water nearby. Barely able to get enough saliva produced to wet the sides of your teeth.
“I—” Your voice cracks, and you clamp your mouth shut, forcing yourself to breathe. It doesn’t help. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—”
You sound pathetic to your own ears, he has to see you as something even lower than prey with this display.
His gaze doesn’t change. Doesn’t soften. Doesn’t do anything.
Just waiting.
You feel your fingers tighten into a ball, the curve of your nails pressing deep into your palms. You need to force this out. “The tank.” Your tongue feels like it doesn’t belong in your mouth. “There’s something wrong, it needs to be cleaned.” You have no idea if he would understand the nuances of bacterial levels and oxygen deficiency that sometimes happen in controlled water systems. “If something isn’t done, the water is…” You trail off.
You don’t know how to say it will become toxic and kill him. That his gills will become clogged and he won’t be able to breathe. That he’ll slowly fade away as his body struggles to cope with dying internal organs.
“It will kill you.” Be blunt. There’s no dressing up ugly words. You need him to understand that at the very least.
His expression doesn’t change.
You shouldn’t have expected it too. He’s an animal that lives in the water; the idea that it would suddenly kill him must sound absurd. “I was just trying to—” You squeeze your eyes shut for half a second, frustration and fear twisting together in your chest. “I was trying to fix it. I didn’t want to—” be the reason you die.
You can’t say it.
It sounds too selfish. That you’re putting your own feelings above his. That you don’t want to be responsible for him, a creature clearly not here of his own free will, dying under your care.
The silence that falls this time feels different, almost heavier. You’re waiting for him to react, to lunge forward. To do anything. So when the muscles of his forearm flex you freeze. Expecting him to haul the rest of his bulk out of the water to reach you and finish his hunt.
“You will not enter the water.” The words land like a command as he gives you that unnerving stare.
You blink as you try to make sense of his words. “I-What?”
“You will remain on the platform.” His body started to slide off the platform, as his eye flicked towards the valves for the briefest of moments.
Your brain is still struggling to process this situation, licking your lips as your voice wavers, even if it does nothing with how dry your mouth still is. “Does that mean I can clean?”
“You will not enter the water.” He isn’t giving you permission, but rules. You already have a lot of those to follow so you nod. You can try and make this work, maybe get some extensions for the brushes. It’s not the best solution, but it’s something.
“Ok.” You agree to his rules. Almost falling with how much your knees shake as you rise. Katakuri moving out into the center of the tank, moving lower, under just his eyes are above the water.
Watching.
Waiting.
Accessing.
You don’t enter the water again. And you quickly learn he meant the water in all the tanks that he has access to. Following you from one to another and always keeping his distance. You aren’t sure what to make of that, and while it feels like you’re making progress as the days pass, you notice that all your cleaning does is delay the inevitable.
Sure enough, a few more weeks pass and you notice his steady decline. The way Katakuri floats on the surface, and his scales seem to be growing dull. The sheen in his eyes was also fading, and a pallor to his cheeks belied how his health was deteriorating. His chest was struggling to expand the same way it had a few weeks ago. He still answered your questions in his short clipped tone, but the answers took longer and longer each time. Like the effort took more from him each time he spoke.
“Katakuri, please!” You know it’s pretty much pointless, at this point, no amount of cleaning is going to help him. He needs to get to water that isn’t polluted if he’s going to make any kind of a recovery. “Just let me help you somehow.” You have a terrible idea. It’s desperate, but with the way he follows you from tank to tank, even if they are watching you, they aren’t going to grow suspicious until it’s too late.
Somehow, in some way, you manage a miracle. Katakuri follows you through each tank until you reach the display area. The metal gate is a struggle to get open but somehow you do, and for the first time Katakuri isn’t inside a building. He’s outside watching you like he’s still wary of this being a trap of some kind, and yet, when the scent of the salty breeze hits him, you see his eyes light up for the first time in several days.
“Just over the edge is the ocean. If you can just jump over that fence there.” Pointing at it. “You’ll be free.” Almost as soon as the words leave your lips, he moves, darting under the water. Like a blur under the surface until he breaches it and clears the fence.
Water falls from his eel-like body and drenches you as he passes overhead. A splash from the other side is all you hear as you fall to your knees.
At least you tried. If he dies now out in the ocean, it won’t be a weight on your conscience.
It’s moments later when your world grows black after a sharp pain to the back of your head. You expected it, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch.
When you come to, you’re on a ship. Bound in place and gagged, dropped on the deck like you’re a piece of meat. “You cost us something irreplaceable. Even if the data was useful.” A hand on your chin, and you realize it’s the head researcher. “You were making progress with the beast, even with us increasing the bacterial level. We were soon going to move the creature, treat him, and see if he’d still respond positively to you or not.” A sigh. “Toss her over, she’s of no more use to us now. Hopefully, we can find the specimen again.”
With that command, you’re rolled to the edge and pushed off by booted feet kicking you in the stomach and back like you’re nothing but garbage. Not even worth touching with their hands.
The weights attached to you are tossed in after, and the speed that you start to descend increases.
Dragging you down into the depths at a speed that makes your body ache from the pressure.
You don’t regret it. Letting Katakuri get his freedom back, even if this wasn’t how you thought you’d go out. Your ability to hold your breath isn’t the best, the salt water filling your stomach and lungs already. You can’t tell if the darkness at the edge of your vision is because of deep you are, or simply that you’re dying.
You think you can see a shape in the darkness.
Maybe you’ll be eaten. Sounds slightly better than just drowning.
Through your blurry vision the shape moves closer, and it sort of reminds you of Katakuri. The way his eyes shone that day when you were under the water in the tank. Maybe you’re already dead and your brain is trying to give you a glimmer of hope.
You stop falling. Feeling your nose being pinched shut, a pair of lips connecting to your and shoving air into your body while also seeming to pull the water inside your lungs out. The binds tying your hands and legs loosen, or at least they feel like it.
You have no idea how long the process of him shoving oxygen into your body lasts, only that as you rise nowhere near as quickly as you had descended.
When you breach the surface, you sputter, almost sinking down into the depths again as your arms flail. Feeling an arm curl around you as you keep coughing, holding you higher above the water. In the dim light of the stars, you realize Katakuri saved you.
“Wh-hy?” Your whole body is shaking as you keep coughing, trying to cling to him, the only safe thing you have at the moment.
“A life for a life.” He starts moving, and all you can do is hold on while waiting to see where he takes you.
Now to ghost because I have no idea how well this is gonna go.
