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You watched as he quickly ate up the distance between you two, a charming smile on his face as his honeyed eyes reflected nothing but pure radiance.

Frankly, you never thought that someone like Loki would ever be your friend. Not to sound too self-depricating, but he seemed way out of your league when you had first met him.

After all, aside from being the confident, kind-hearted club president, he was also an atheletic prodigy, always surrounded by managers and peers alike. But even so, he always made sure to make time for you, his most treasured friend.

“Are you sure that you aren’t too loud? I would imagine that you need to look out for paparazzi or something…”

You deadpan, followed by Loki’s laugh. He shook his head, bringing you into a gentle side hug. That triggered a heavy blush to coat your cheeks, intensifying after seeing some students snickering at you two, making your ears burn even hotter. For Loki, as nice and cheerful as he was, was also kind of dense, oblivious to the fact that his displays of affection could give off a false idea of your relationship.

“…don’t bother, let them think what they want,”

Loki mused, seemingly taking joy in knowing all eyes were on him constantly, another thing you noticed while getting to know him.

“I’m just so happy to be spending time with you before school starts! It always makes it the best day ever, you know?”

“Really? We are going to school together almost every day though…”

You retort, raising an eyebrow. But you didn’t think anything of it, as seeing Loki happy made you happy as well. He simply smiled at your agreement, humming a cheerful tune before he turned towards you once more, his smile softening.

“You are coming to the club after school as well, right?”

He asked, almost hesitantly, making you sigh. The club…

To say that the athmosphere in the literature club has worsened would be an understatement. Especially since…

“Is Bunny coming today?”

You ask, followed by an apologetic smile from the other, whose honeyed eyes reflected nothing but pure empathy(?). He seemed unsure wether or not to tell you the truth(?), before relenting. He shook his head, his eyebrows crinkling in concern at you visibly deflating.

“Unfortunately not…. I heard that he hasn’t been feeling any better,”

The president said, making you bite your lip, a feeble attempt at stopping a frown from forming on your face. Ever since you saw Loki coming out of Bunny’s house, you haven’t had the chance to talk to him. Or see him.

And although the president assured you that Bunny has decided to work on himself in peace, you couldn’t help but be worried about him. It was the longest time that you had spent without him being in your vicinity in some way, and you couldn’t deny that you missed him terribly, despite the initial pride you felt at him taking on the path of betterment.

Loki seemed to notice your dilemma, frowning lightly at your reluctance to join the club meeting later in the day. But he did nothing but simply smile, his hand reaching over to entangle his lithe fingers with yours for the rest of the way. The fact that you didn’t reciprocate the gesture didn’t seem to bother him much, a tender smile forming on his face as you walked side by side to one another.

You two arrived at the school gate, where Loki made you look at him one last time before departing— offering his best puppy dog eyes. One that he knew you couldn’t say no to, and one that was seemingly exclusively reserved for you to wittness.

“[ ]… cheer up, okay? After all, I’m still here~”

He said cheekily, giving you a playful wink. You simply chuckled at that, rolling your eyes. And glancing at the others hopeful expression, you began to gradually reconsider, given the sheer enthusiasm Loki showed into keeping the club going despite everything.

And before you knew it, you were already giving in, letting out a big sigh before noddng reluctantly. You guessed that if Loki was there, you could at the very least stay for the meeting.

“I guess…”

You muttered under your breath, not even feeling annoyed by the arrogance having seeped through his last statement. He let out a cheer, smiling brightly at your agreement. His eyes glinted in a sharp, golden light as he looked at you cheekily, slightly leaning in.

“Yay! Don’t worry [ ], I’m sure that this’ll be all worth it in the end! I even maybe have a surprise waiting for you today~”

He chirped, the last part being whispered, making you raise your eyebrows in intrigue. Loki has always been ridiculously generous towards you; not only with his afffection and attention, but also with the sheer amount of gifts he had given (and continued to give) you, to the point were your room was nearly suffocated by them. By him.

“I already have so much stuff though…”

You muttered, trying to deter him.

“My room is already flooded with all the freebies you got me. And most of it is expensive too, you really don’t have to give me more…”

You explained, sweatdropping. But Loki didn’t seem deterred by it at all: as a matter of fact, he seemed more motivated than ever, seeing you comment on the sheer, overwhelming presence of him in your own home. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that he had planned this, aiming to make you feel seen by him in every possible setting.

“Ahaha, it’s nothing like that, don’t worry! Although, I would say that this is way more special…”

He said mischieviously, making you perk up with curiosity.

Although this feeling was quickly oversweeped by another, more uncomfortable feeling. It was like a sharp dagger was pointing at your back, practically demanding your attention to it. You teared your gaze away from him, turning around to search for the person currently boring a hole into you with their eyes. It was proven to be more difficult than you thought though, looking through the bustling sea of students streaming into the school grounds in the early morning.

But after a bit of looking around, your eyes widened at the sight of the culprit watching you, his body leaning against the gate of the school entrance.

His blonde hair fluttered in the wind, his uniform half-hazardly put on as his striking blue rat tails were draped over his broad shoulders.

You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Kaiser anywhere outside of the club room. It certainly was unusual seeing him, especially considering the state he was currently in…

Shaking that thought off, you waved at him, offering a small smile, watching as he perked up momentarily. His eyes seemed to light up at you noticing him, before they dimmed immediately at noticing something—or someone— also looking at him, making him scowl.

After that he swiftly turned away and stomped off, leaving you dumbfounded and confused.

And here you thought that you had built up a good relationship with him… seems like the heartfelt conversation during the preparation for the school festival has all gone down the drain after all.

…

Wait… the school festival?

You stop in your tracks, suddenly hyperaware of every sensory stimuli around you. That’s right… you all have been preparing for the school festival… so when is it again? It should be today, right?— —

You looked through the student body again, with them blurring together the more you thought about it. It was like the scenery itself was confused on what to do— —

"What— — —

Ahaha, oops. Sorry about that, but that isn’t happening anymore. Not in my timeline~

— — —

And just like that, the last bell rang. You couldn’t even exit your classroom before Loki peaked his head inside, his prominent golden eyes making him instantly recognizable under the sea of stundents.

“[ ], ready to go?”

He chirped, flashing you a smile. Deadpanning, you contrasted Loki’s beaming expression for a while, before you teared your gaze away from him. You looked outside the window, watching as all the other students went home. It filled you with your own sense of longing for your bed, alongside a good game and some snacks.

“I don’t know…to be honest, I don’t feel so good.”

You quickly bluffed, making Loki let out a whine.

“Whaat? But you promised!”

He pouted, making you raise an eyebrow. You were pretty sure that you didn’t promise anything. If anything, this dialogue exchange reminded you of that time when Bunny pulled you to the club for the first time…

You shook your head, brushing the solemn expression off your face.

Instead, you nodded to Loki, swiftly gathering your things before following him to the club room.

Once again you couldn’t deny that Bunny’s absence did a number on you. It has been a while since your childhood friend has been in the club, or at school periodt— Loki said that it had something to do with his mental health, saying that Bunny confided in him that he wished to better himself on his own.

(Wait… didn’t we already establish that fact?)

And that seemingly included him cutting off contact with everyone else but the club president, offending you quite a bit; but you also made an effort to be as understanding as possible, with you even going as far as to not having gone to his home even once.

You guessed that you didn’t want to be too pushy, knowing that he needed space and privacy at the moment—the last thing you wanted to be was the nagging best friend.

Although you couldn’t help but miss him terribly. His lost pressence was also noticed by seemingly everyone else as well, the athmosphere in the club worsening with each day.

Loki opened the door, humming the same, familiar tune as you stepped in as well, casting a weary glance at everyone in the club room. Immediately, you locked eyes with a darkened gaze; zeroing in on you in an instant like it was instinct. You heard the leg of a chair scratching the floor, the red head standing up almost too quickly after seeing you.

“[ ],”

Not even a second after you stepped through the doorstep, Hugo was already moving towards you. He even almost effectively caged you in, using the wall of the classroom to isolate you. You couldn’t even properly greet him before he began to speak, his hands twitching beside yours.

“I saw you this morning, [ ]. You were walking beside the president. You aren’t… you said that you wanted some privacy so I respected your wishes, but… were you just using it as an excuse to spend time alone with him?”

He mumbled, his black eyes zeroing in on you with scary precision. You gulped, averting your gaze. This didn’t make anything better though, instead making him more and more unstable about your lack of faithfullness (not that you were commited to eachother in any way).

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it, [ ]…?!”

He retorted almost immediately, leaning in. It was as if he was trying to leave absolutely no breathing room between you and him, attempting to fuse your bodies together to the point where you mixed up where you ended and Hugo began.

This has been one of the “developements” you recently noticed in the club members.

For some reason, Hugo seemed to be utterly transfixed on you the last few days. You didn’t know what triggered this bahaviour, nor the exact reasoning behind it, despite inquiring all the other members (which meant only Loki and an attempted question at Kaiser).

“Hugo’s obssessed with you, huh…”

Loki mumbled after you asked him for help, thinking for a bit while he brought you home. He let out a quiet chuckle after a while, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil and external anxiety about the recent change of the red head’s character.

“Well, you can’t exactly blame him, you know? You are wonderful, [ ]…”

He exclaimed, his eyes softening.

“But I guess he does overdo it. If I had to guess, it probably has something to do with his obsession about destiny and fate. Ahaha, maybe he thinks that you two are meant for eachother or something!”

He laughed, his superiority complex seeping through his condescending judgement of Hugo's philosophy. That didn’t soothe your worries though, nor did it offer any answers to your current dilemma.

“That’s certainly a… cute thought, but that doesn’t mean that he needs to overstep your boundaries. I guess that the only thing that could help is by spending more time with me… you know, so I can deter him~”

“[ ]…? [ ]!”

You were shaken out of your train of thought by Hugo, whose expression took on a more manic picture. He gnawed at his lip, one that you were sure is going to draw blood soon.

“Why are you so quiet? Are… are you avoiding me? [ ], you know how much that affects me. Don’t you dare do this to me, don’t defy fate like that—“

You tuned him out by then, an utter look of exhaustion forming on your face, one that triggered an even more hysteric outcry from the other, his grip on your shoulders close to quacking; itching to shake the desired reaction out of you ike you were a mere toy.

“Why are you being so difficult, huh? I bet you didn’t even read the love letters I wrote to you, right? Why aren’t you following our destiny, [ ]?! Why—“

You continued to remain apathetic to that, silently hoping for Loki to appear and help you out soon. Anything else would be effort wasted, you were convinced of that.

“[ ], [ ], [ ], [ ], please, please, please—“

But it wasn’t Loki who saved you this time. This time, the sound of the door slamming open made the manic red-head stop, revealing another member— the one that was currently the most hostile of the group.

His scowl is undeniable as he saw you and Hugo in the corner, his frown deepening as he staggered into the classroom.

You two locked eyes with eachother, but unlike at the school gate, he didn’t perk up. His frown deepened instead, not even bothering to greet anyone anymore, moving to just plop down in the corner for the rest of the club meeting.

Because it wasn’t just Hugo that changed; Kaiser did too.

It was alarming, seeing him stumble into the club with new bruises peeking through his collar and bandages wrapped around his fingers. But that wasn’t all; he was also getting more and more hot headed and aggressive with each attempt to speak to him, to the point where it was unbearable.

It was almost like he was always on edge, fighting with himself whenever he didn’t pick fights with the other members. He looked at Hugo, giving a disdainfull look before he clicked his tongue in a disgruntled fashion.

“What the fuck is this again…”

The blonde hissed, glaring down at both you and Hugo. The red head immediately reacted to that with a terrifying manic expression, his eyes widening and zeroing in on Kaiser. His breathing turned shallow, his grip tightening on you as he turned his head towards the blonde.

“…that’s none of your business, Kaiser. What, jealous that I’m getting love and affection while you don’t? You know that isn’t a reason to sabotage destiny, you know?”

Hugo hissed, a rare, but unhinged smile spreading through his face as you were just stuck to watch, your eyes widening alongside Kaiser’s at Hugo’s statements.

“… what the hell did you just say to me?”

The blonde croaked out, approaching the other with balled fists. The tension was thickening horribly, but none of them seemed to want to dissipate it. The situation was swinging way out of control, with the force being way too strong to do anything against it.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear,”

Hugo said, letting out an incredulous chuckle. He cast a look at the bruises on the blondes neck, his brain desperate to concoct a counter no matter the cruelness.

“Just because you get no love and are getting choked out by your deadbeat father all day doesn’t mean that you can poison my destiny with [ ],”

Hugo exclaimed, making a stunned silence stretch through the room after. You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes widening at Hugo’s statement.

Kaiser seemed to be paralyzed as well, evident by his eyes widening gradually into saucers. And for a moment, he looked genuinely hurt— it was like he couldn’t believe that Hugo would go that low, in an environment that usually brought him a rare sense of security.

You pressed your lips together, taking a step forward in an attempt to salvage the situation.

“…Kaiser—“

But before you could say anything to smooth out the tension, blind hot rage overtook the blond, making him dash towards Hugo to tackle him, his fist balled and ready to make contact.

“You bastard—“

“Now, now, lets play nice,”

Loki interrupts the two, easily holding them back. He shot a reassuring smile towards you, making you briefly let out a sigh of relief.

Even though you didn’t even know from where he came from, you were relieved nontheless; after all, Loki was the only one that didn’t experience a major shift in personality over the last days.

If anything, the only thing that was remotely alarming was the sheer fact of how normal he still acted— he was still the ever reliable, charming club president.

Still the one you could rely on the most, the one you could lean on whenever the others acted out. No matter how much the others acted out, in fact.

His honeyed eyes caught yours as he held down Kaiser, the blonde thrashing on the ground as he hurled profanities at both Loki and Hugo, the latter moving to protectively embrace you.

“Are you alright, [ ]?”

Loki asked, making you dumbly nod at him, quietly wincing after noticing how Hugo tightened his hold on you, grinding his teeth together at the words you two shared.

Eventually, Kaiser was taken outside the club room to cool off, casting one last disdainful look at you before the door clicked closed, leaving only you, Hugo and Loki in the classroom.

And although the athmosphere was as tense as before, the president seemed to willfully ignore it. He simply dusted himself off, straightening his uniform.

“Ahaha, that was a lot, right?”

Loki exclaimed, adjusting the collar of his uniform as he returned to you.

You gulped, not having the words nor energy to do anything else. You just continued to watch as the club president cheerfully hum a tune, opening his book and contuing to read like nothing happened.

You took a shuddering breath at that, suddenly feeling nausea wash over you as you processed what had happened.

Sometimes he really did scare you.

“Really? You don’t have to be scared, [ ]…”

He smiled a bit too wildly, a poor attempt at comforting you. He flipped a page, before pouting a bit, muttering about the fact that this book bored him to no end and that he had read this a countless times.

“That’s right. You don’t even see me play football in this story, so why having me read football theory all the time? Haah, the author is really commited to the bit, it seems~”

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.

“But if I can be honest, this is going way too slowly for me… lets speed things up, yeah?”

— — —

You blinked, opening you eyes blearily as you adjusted your eyes to the setting sunlight peeking through the curtains.

The club meeting was over.

What?

You tried to make sense of your concept of time, to no avail. You raised your head from the desk, watching as both Hugo and Loki began packing up their bags.

Hugo approached first, hurrying to your desk and leaning down to your level. He seemed hesitant though, nervously chewing on his lips as he mustered up a shaky smile.

“[ ]… I hope I didn’t scare you back then…”

He muttered out, his broad body shaking as he kneaded his hands anxiously.

“I…I didn’t… I don’t normally say things like that, you know? It’s just that I was so overwhelmed with emotions, and Kaiser was—“

Hugo stammered out, taking your hand in his as he seemed close to crying, desperate to earn your pity. His hold on your hand was tightening more and more as he continued to ramble, desperate to get into your good graces again.

And you had no other choice than to let him, partly because of fear of what he would do to himself and you if you didn’t, and partly because you were convinced that the old Hugo was still in there somewhere.

Partly because you hoped that one day, everything could revert back to the way it was. You only needed to be patient.

It was surely just a rough patch, right?

So, driven by your own desperation and delusion, you smiled, nodding towards Hugo as you assured him that everything was okay between you two. This seemed to relieve the red-head, animating him to tightly embrace you.

“I knew that you would understand, [ ]. You are so wonderful, you know?”

He muttered, before he pulled back, looking into your eyes. Fiery resolve seeped through his tone as he softly smiled at you.

“[ ]… I will take you home today, okay?”

Hugo exclaimed, leaving you no other choice as he swiftly turned around before you could reject him. He only stopped right at the door, briefly turning around to lock eyes with you one last time.

His black orbs bore into yours, swallowing you whole and locking you into place as he shook lightly.

“Don’t you dare be late,”

He said ominously, before dashing out, seemingly in a hurry. And seeing as there is no escaping your inevitable walk home with Hugo, you simply sighed in begrudging acceptance.

Gathering your things, you stand up from your desk, before being approached by the president.

“Pretty eager that one, huh?”

Loki chuckled, his own bag slung over his shoulders. You sigh in response, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Yeah… well, can’t do anything about it though…”

You responded, followed by Lok’s laugh. It then died down though, as an unusually tender expression painted his face.

“Yeah…”

He seemed to think, before taking a deep breath to calm himself, a ritual you haven’t seen Loki in participating much. After all, you always saw him as confident and assured of himself.

“Hey, [ ]…”

He began, fiddling with the buttons of his sleeve,

“You think you could ditch Hugo to come to the rooftop with me instead?”

He asked, making your eyes widen. You certainly didn’t expect this…

You felt your face heat up at the potential romantic connotations of his offer. You gulped, shouldering your bag. You looked at the presidents face, seeing a vulnerable hesitance on it, his golden eyes sparkling in anticipation.

pretty…

The offer was certainly tempting, you couldn’t lie. That, or the idea of being outwardly stalked by Hugo on your way home was that unappealing. You were certain that he would try to invite himself in.

“Um…”

You seemed to think for a while, before nodding.

“I’ll be there.”

Loki beamed at that, his golden eyes shining even brighter than normal. He smiled, this time more to himself than towards you, a look of silent accomplishment washing over his face.

“Great. I’ll see you there, [ ]~”

The young man said in a coy tone, swiftly moving to get to the rooftop first. And by the time the silence settled into the room once again, you felt your face heat up.

Because this seemed eerily similar to a confession scene waiting to happen.

Alongside all the gifts, attention and teasing— maybe your speculation of Loki flirting with you were correct; there has been some signs, after all.

You swiftly gathered your things at the thought, eager to know what would await you at the desired meet up spot.

Gathering your phone, you jogged to the door, taking a left turn to get to the staircase, Hugo forgotten.

But as soon as you rounded the corner, you were met with blue eyes locking onto yours, a frantic look on the person you thought went home.

“…Kaiser? What are you doing here?”

You said, eyes wide as you saw him sitting on the stairs, his form straightening as he saw you.

“…”

The blonde was silent for a moment, a grim expression on his face as he looked at your confused face. Hoping to lighten up the athmosphere, you chuckled, tilting your head.

“Don’t tell me that you sulked here the entire time…”

You said, making a frown appear on Kaiser’s face. He grinded his teeth together, before he shook his head. He cast a wary look through the empty hallways, before returning to you.

“Is Loki anywhere near?”

He asked, making you blink in confusion. You looked around as well, watching as the setting sunlight cast a warm hue through the windows. The sunset made pools of golden light drop into the halls— it reminded you a bit of Loki’s eyes.

“No, he is probably on the rooftop…”

You say, scratching the back of your head in confusion.

“Why? Should I tell him something—”

“No, don’t tell him anything about this,”

Kaiser said almost immediately, an unusual wary expression on his face, throwing you off. A moment of silence passed, before you spoke again.

“Why…?”

You gulped, making the frown deepen on Kaiser’s face. He cast another wary glance around, before gnawing at his lips. He then forced a smile to appear on his face, although it didn’t match the fear dancing through his eyes; an emotion rarely seen on the blonde.

“It’s… it’s because I don’t want him to read my poem…! I… it’s pretty bad,”

He croaked out, scratching the back of his head. He shoved a piece of paper against you, eager for you to take it. You stumbled back a bit, both from the pleading expression on Kaiser’s face and from the impact of the rumpled paper against you. Blinking, you looked at Kaiser in confusion.

…

What the hell was happening?

Kaiser doesn’t normally act like this. And a poem? He never wrote a poem.

“Kaiser, is this some kind of prank? I-“

“[ ].”

You watched as the blonde gnawed at his lips, frowning like the following words physically hurt him to say.

“…please,”

He mumbled, rendering you stunned. He never said please either. It was completely unlike him, a motion that shook you. Hesitantly, you assured yourself that this wasn't some illusion, looking through the hallway.

You noticed that the sunlight has shifted slightly towards you, a natural occurence from the sun setting. Kaiser still seemed to be paranoid though, squirming on the spot as if wanting to retreat further into the shadows, sending desperate looks your way.

Gulping, you nodded, watching as Kaiser breathed out a sigh of relief, keeping watch as you unfolded the paper hesitantly. The paper was crumpled up, and the ink of the pen was smeared at some spots. But it wasn’t unreadable, your eyes gliding across the words with relative ease.

Help

I don’t know what’s happening to us. It’s like I’m not in charge of my emotions lately, and it terrifies me. And it's not only my emotions— but my surroundings as well. Please, [ ], help us. I know, me asking for help is unusual, but if anything, that should underline just how desperate I am at this point. It’s like I’m not myself anymore, I feel like I’m a complete different person at times. I don’t want to be this aggressive. I don’t want to be this way. I don’t know how, but you and Loki seem to be the only one with a semblane of autonomy left, with the latter one not helping at all. I don't know why, but he has been really dismissive lately, it's weird as hell. He scares me a bit, to be honest.

Hugo is out of control. And although it doesn’t seem like it, I’m worried about him. Worried about the whole literature club. This is my only safe place, and seeing it get warped into something like this fucks me up pretty bad. I know I'm being selfish because of this, but I don't care.

DON'T TELL LOKI THAT I WROTE THIS!!! I have a really bad feeling about him, and if we get caught, just pretend that I gave you a really good poem that I crafted with all my heart, okay?

Please help us, and thank you for reading.

You gulp, a shudder running through your spine as you finished reading.

You wordlessly handed the letter back to Kaiser, who hastily stuffed it in his pocket, as if scared that anyone— primarily Loki— would see this.

"Thank you for... your poem, Kaiser,"

You say, scratching the back of your head. He just nodded, averting his eyes as he packed up his stuff to return home. You sighed, shouldering your bag again, planning to at least accompany him to the gate before meeting up with Loki.

He let you.

As you two walked, you couldn't help but ponder about the contents of the letter.

It wasn't like you didn't notice Loki's... Apathy to the personality changes of Kaiser and Hugo. As a matter of fact, he only really intervened when one of them were seriously endangering you, otherwise choosing to blatantly ignore the obvious signs of their deteriorating mental and physical health.

You two left the school building, walking accross the school grounds to get to the gate. The silence was filled with the sound of nature, a welcome distraction of the heavy feeling inside your hearts.

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of the gate, pressing your lips together.

"...I know it's hard right now..."

You attempt to soothe the blonde, making his eyes soften momentarily. You mustered up a small smile, wanting to offer at least some comfort at this difficult time.

"Especially with Bunny gone. But I promise you, I will do my best to help hou guys. F-for the literature club, I mean,"

You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. You then locked eyes with Kaiser, half expecting a cringing face at your statement or a glimmer of hope shining through his armored self.

Instead, you just looked into an expression full of confusion.

He was stiff like a mass, before a frown formed on his face. You froze, thinking that you missed the mark completely. But before you could stutter out an awkward apology, the blonde spoke again.

"What are you saying, [ ]?"

He eventually croaked out, tilting his head. A fresh breeze hit you.

"Who is Bunny?"

You stop. He stops.

Silence overtook your mental plane, your brain shutting off; trying to process the sentence that came out of Kaiser’s mouth. And for a moment, only the sound of wind hitting the tree crowns were heard, before you let out a mix of a sputter and a laugh. You attempted an easgoing smile to form on your face, only to fail miserably.

"What are you talking about, Kaiser? Bunny—"

You sputter, your eyes widening at Kaiser’s clueless expression.

And for a moment, you thought that this was a joke. You desperately hoped that it was a joke. You took a step forward, gesturing with your hands.

"Y-you know... Bunny! The one in the literature club? The vice president?"

"What are you talking about? We don't have a vice president."

Silence settled in after that once again. You were rendered speechless, rooted on the ground as the world tilted on its axis. You sank your head, trying to steady yourself.

Your eyes focussed on the ground beneath you, mainly because it felt like someone swiftly took the foundation off beneath your feet. You gulped down the feeling of nausea attempting to rise up inside of you, jerkily raising your head to lock eyes with the wary blonde.

"...what the fuck are you saying, Kaiser?"

You let out another incredulous laugh, running a clammy hand through your hair. It was damp with cold sweat.

"How... How can you forget Bunny? He was the vice president, he was... He was the one who introduced me to the club! He was..."

You locked your trembling gaze with Kaiser, who looked downright disturbed by your outrage, flinching as your eyes met. You took one step forward as he took a step back. You felt like slamming your head against a wall right then, unable to process what was real and what was not.

"What... why are you acting like I'm crazy?!"

You cry out, letting a disbelieved laugh escape you. You clutched your chest, feeling a sharp sting go through it as you struggled to process the information.

“How could you forget Bunny? He was always there, he was—“

You began to tremble, itching to drag Kaiser to Bunny's house to let him see for himself. To convince himself that you weren't losing your mind like everyone else in the club.

Meanwhile, Kaiser’s look was wary, frantically looking around the school grounds dipped in the golden sunset. You were beginning to grow hysteric, and you weren’t exactly quiet about it. After not seeing anybody near, he took a step towards you, frantically trying to calm you down.

"[ ], don't be so loud—"

You interrupted him, feeling your feelings quell over and escaping you in the form of tears, clutching your chest almost painfully.

"K-Kaiser, you have to believe me— H-how could you forget Bunny—"

"Forget who?"

And just like that, both you and Kaiser shut up in an instant. As a matter of fact, it was as if the entire world shut up to let him talk, answering to him like he was a god; the silence was deafening, everything pausing for his grand entrance.

"...I was waiting for you, [ ]."

The gravel was crushed under his sole as he approached, his light tone betraying the sharp light reflected in his golden eyes, zeroing in on you and Kaiser.

"I was waiting for a really long time. How could you do this to me?"

He murmured, now standing a few feet away from you. But despite the distance, you still felt suffocated; with the golden glow of the sunlight dipping everything in a yellow-ish hue, it was like his gaze was everywhere— like an omnipotent god watching over his subjects.

Maybe he was.

"Tell me,"

He said, a sharp smile adorning his features.

"Am I that unimportant to you, [ ]? Even though we do so much together, even though I'm so kind to you every. Single. Day, do you still see me on the same level as a kid with anger issues that is getting beat up everyday?"

His tone was sharp, cutting through the silence with precise slashes, making you afraid to move lest you want to be pierced by them.

Kaiser was silent as well, not daring to say anything back. And you could see him shaking from the corner of your eyes, biting his lip so hard that it drew blood. Slowly, you turned your body towards Loki, albeit your gaze was averted the entire time.

"I-I'm sorry, I—"

"It doesn't matter anyway,"

The president then interrupted, shaking his head. He then began to laugh heartily, the sound echoing through the empty school campus. You just now noticed that how eerily empty it was besides for you three. No other students, no other clubs, not even faculty were wandering around.

Right now, it felt more like a cheap film set of a school than the real thing.

Eventually, his laugh died down, a wistful expression on his face as he faced the sunset. His face was filled with both resolve and acceptance, a look entirely unsuitable and unnerving, given the situation.

He then turned around, his usual charming smile returning on his face. And like a movie being resumed, so did the sounds. The wind rustling in the trees. Birds chirping from the rooftops. In the distance, you heard a car honking.

All moving to the commands of the person in front of you, his smile not matching his eyes as it zeroed in on you.

"Well, won't you go check on your dear friend, [ ]?"

Loki chirped, slinging his own bag over his shoulder. He looked at you with a mirthful expression, apathetic to the horrified look on your face.

As a matter of fact, he seemed to revel in it.

"Go on, you are late! Ahaha, seems like everyone's going against the script now, huh?"

He said, letting out a light chuckle. Noticing that you were still frozen in place, he tilted his head.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

He seemed to think before a realization seemed to struck him, snapping his fingers. He grinned.

“Oh, I get it! Ahaha, almost forgot about that. Let me help you [ ], okay?”

— — —

You found yourself in front of Bunny's house.

…what?

Instantly, you hunch over, your knees scraping the asphalt as you tried to proccess the swift change in scenery. Your head was pounding, a piercing ringing sensation assaulting your eardrums.

You clutched a hand over your mouth.

You felt sick. Nausea was crawling up your spine, threatening to spill over as the world refused to stop spinning; the only thing in focus being Bunny’s house.

You couldn’t move your head towads anywhere else. And you realised that you couldn’t move towards anywhere else either, an unknown force seemingly making you stumble forward. You let out a shaky breath, hesitantly looking over the building.

It still looked the same.

The ‘iglesias’ name tag was still written under the bell. This was Bunny’s house.

But it didn’t feel like Bunny’s house anymore.

Did it always look so… fake?

You got on your feet, your limbs shaking as you steadied yourself on the front door. And you nearly fell as it creaked open, making you almost trip into the now overgrown garden.

You slowly stepped inside, looking at the weeds peeking through the cracks of his front porch. It looked like it had been weeks since someone has tented to it. The uneasy feeling spread further as you looked at the house's main entrance.

You took a step forward, your own breathing being heard way too loudly in your head.

You also noticed a certain smell emitting from the home. It was unpleasant, to the point that it made your eyes struggle to focus.

You took another step, only now noticing how eerily quiet it was. Normaly, this neighbourhood has always been quite lively. Or was it?

At this point, you were walking in autopilot. In a horrified revelation you noticed that you didn’t really have full control of your body anymore. You reminded yourself of the contents of Kaiser’s letter.

You took another step, trying to remind yourself that this was for your childhood friend.

…that’s right! This was all for him, he helped you a lot after all! Like the time you two were…! And the time where he…!

You took the last step. Your mind screamed at you to turn around. Your body didn’t listen.

You opened the door.

And immediately, you fought the urge to puke.

The entire house smelled horrible. It smelled like rotten flesh was strewn around the entire house, although none of it could be seen.

You covered your nose, the smell making you downright dizzy. You could see dust particles floating through the interior, signaling that the building wasn’t ventilated for several days.

But it wasn’t messy— the couch cushions were still in their rightful place, and the dishes were still in the cupboards. The best way to describe it was that it was like stepping into a time capsule.

You cast a hesitant glance at the staircase— towards Bunny’s room. The stench was getting stronger as you approached. You bit your lip, forcing your tone to lighten up as you smiled.

Come on [ ], get yourself together! Yeah the stench is horrid and reminded you of a corpse, but he probably just let the meat out for too long!

(You knew that it wasn't true. There was no meat in the kitchen.)

“…Bunny?”

You called out, letting out a humourless chuckle. Hesitating, you ascended the stairs.

“Sorry to… barge in like that, I just wanted to check up on you, you know?”

You said, peeking into the hallway of the second floor. It was dark, since it didn’t have any windows. The bouqet of forget-me-nots placed at the end of the hallway were wilted, the vase tipped off the small table and shattered. It was the only thing pointing towards the fact that something must’ve happened.

You pressed your lips together, hesitating a bit before forcing yourself to approach Bunny’s room.

You stood in front of the door, gathering your courage and voice as you took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you can hear me right now…”

You said, before laughing again. Damnit, why did you say that? You sounded so paranoid for no reason. You stood infront of the door, golden sunlight peeking through the bottom of his door. This triggered another hopeless laugh, this time failing to conceal the manic undertone in your voice.

“Can you answer me, Bunny? Y-you are scaring me here…!”

You croak out between huffs of laughter, gripping the doorhandle a bit too tightly. You waited, your gaze zeroing in on the sunlight peeking through, waiting for shadows and the sound of shuffling to alert you of Bunny’s movement.

But the only thing you saw was golden sunlight.

It was like god was punishing you for your carelessness.

“…hahaha…”

You breathed, shaking. Meanwhile, your eyes stung from the severity of the stench. It was becoming unbearable, the rotten note of it chipping away at your insanity.

“Bunny, please… why aren’t you answering…?!”

You said in a shaky tone, ultimately not being able to take it anymore; you press down on the door handle and you gently open the door.

"…"

The sunset was so pretty that day. So pretty that it didn’t seem to go away, staying for far longer than it should. It dipped everything in a golden hue, making it all feel much more serene than it actually was.

Your eyes met Bunny’s.

But unlike yours, his weren’t moving, nor shaking— not anymore.

“…”

You didn’t dare to say anything, rooted in place as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his limp form. You needed to raise your head a bit more this time to look at his face.

The noose around his neck was tight, bruising the skin in a purple-ish hue. His skin, normally already pretty pale, was downright lacking in any color by now, no blood circulation happening anywhere.

“…”

And by then, you didn’t even register the stench anymore; you couldn’t. You couldn’t even breath, frozen in place. Your eyes zeroed in on his lifeless limbs— pale as the rest of his body.

Expept for his fingers. They were stained, a dark pigment dyeing them, some of it crusting up in his nailbeds. Was that… blood?

“…Bunny…?”

You eventually croaked out, finally activating your vocal cords after who knows how long. Cold sweat began to break out after that, your body finally picking up on what you saw.

And after that, it was like everything as falling apart.

You began to hyperventilate, too scared to approach the body, partly out of fear and partly out of guilt.

Your head rang, a myrad of thoughts overflooding your brain.

Because maybe this could’ve been prevented.

Maybe if you made more effort.

Maybe if you accepted his confession.

...Oh god. The confession.

You felt tears spilling over your eyes.

Why… didn’t you do that? If you had accepted… would Bunny be alive right now? Would the literature club be happy? Would—

You sob, clutching your head, the ringing getting worse and worse.

You crumpled down, your knees hitting the floor and scraping against the wood. The harsh shadow of Bunny’s body cast over you, drowning you in your guilt and devastation.

You only wanted everyone to be happy— —

You watched as the tears rolled down your cheeks, plopping down on the wooden floor in tiny puddles. You couldn’t stop, ugly sobs escaping you as you felt your mind fracturing.

But in the end, it seeme like you couldn’t help a single person— — —

The nauseating feeling returned, now more than ever. The entire room was spinning, making it hard for you to hold yourself upright and conscious.

You need to alert someone— — —

Black spots began to appear in your vision, making your head finally hit the ground. You could barely process what was happening.

The———- police ——-

— — —

You practically fell out of the house, tripping over yourself as you began to sprint towards the police station. Not that there was anyone to blame for Bunny’s death.

Your surroundings blurred together, confusing you on wether or not you were even going in the right direction.

You just knew that you needed to tell somebody, anybody, someone to call Lavinho—

Stumbling, you caught yourself just in time before you fell, rounding a corner.

But before you could steady yourself to continue to run, you locked eyes with a darkened gaze. Zeroing in on to you, Hugo stepped out, lightly shaking as you took several steps back.

His eyes were shot red, shaking as he advanced onto you. Tears clung onto his eyes, dripping down his cheeks as he finally saw you. He was staggering, like he couldn't believe that he had found you

Shuddering, you to took several steps back, your throat bone dry and your mind drowning with emotions.

“H-hugo…”

You croaked out, not having the ability to say anything else. Trembling, you protectively wrapped your arms around yourself, watching as a smile stretched across the red-heads face, his cheeks reddening as his name passed your lips.

“[ ]…”

He mumbled, as if tasting the sound of your voice on his tongue. His smile widened just a bit more, taking step after step towards you while mouthing your name repeatedly.

“I’m so glad that you still remember me, [ ]…”

He mouthed, a light chuckle escaping him. Though it lacked in any genuine humour— the only thing being heard was a manic intensity, and every fiber of it was directed at you.

“You know… for a minute, I thought that you had forgotten me, you know?”

Hugo said, the volume of his voice raising with every word said. His fists were shaking, as if he was debating wether or not to let his fury out on something before continuing.

“H-hugo—“

You stammered out, your breath ragged as you tried to calm the other down.

“P-please…I need to get to the police station, I need to— Hugo, Bunny is dead, he—“

“Who?”

The red head stopped, his eyes widening into saucers. And for a second, you though that you could see a flicker of recognition flit through his eyes. For a second, you thought that the death of his friend would momentarily revert him back to his old self.

But just as fast as it came, it also went away; instead, a lock of manic fury spread through his face, morphing into a terrified expression as he advanced more and more.

“Who is Bunny? Is it another man, [ ]? You know that—! You know what, it doesn’t matter. The fact that you are crying for another person whilst I…”

He let out a breathy chuckle, his sentence fractured and jumbled as he struggled to form a coherent one. He stared at the floor for a moment, and for a second you thought that he would pull something out from behind; instead, he seemed to have held himself back at the last second, his head whipping up to lock eyes with you again.

“You know, I hate that, you know? When you look at other people. Meanwhile, I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you are infecting my brain, making me sick in the head,”

He began to ramble, an eerie grin stretching accross his face.

“It makes me do bad things, you know? I followed you home before, [ ]. I even broke in. One time, I hid inside your closet and watched you sleep for the entire night till the sun went up,”

He let out a breathy laugh, his hands shaking to do something. To reach for you.

“My room is full of your pictures now, there is barely any room left. And every night, I pray so I can have you instead of stealing your stuff all the time,”

He confessed, seemingly relieved to have it all off his chest. And for a moment, he seemed satisfied. He watched your mortified face with blissfull devotion, before his temporary stability began to crumble once again. He began to laugh, shaking. His hand reached up to steady his head, to no avail.

“[ ]. [ ], [ ], [ ]… ahaha, what has happened to me?”

He breathed out, clutching his aubburn hair. He covered his mouth to hide his grin, although you could still see the uncanny way his grin was stretched across his face behind his hand.

You stepped back, once again thinking back on Kaiser’s letter. You gulped, feeling your heartrate picking up at the thought of the blonde; maybe you should go to him instead—

But just as you thought that, a loud laugh pierced through the tense silence, making you flinch. You shuddered, watching as Hugo couldn’t help himself, letting out a bark after bark as he clutched his head, the sensations of his emotions overwhelming his system.

But just as fast as it came, it also died down, the eerie silence that followed unsettling you even more. You felt yourself growing cold as you saw a manic grin spread on his face again, his blown wide eyes searching yours.

“But [ ]… I don’t think I dislike this feeling. Not at all,”

Hugo exclaimed, his smile beginning to shake.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve never felt so alive! It’s like…”

He seemed to ponder about the words, before coming to a conclusion. His smile widened, firmly locking onto yours.

And for a moment, it seemed tender. Romantic. You were sure that if this had been any other occasion, that you would’ve blushed. Instead, you felt your face grow pale, awaiting his conclusion like a final verdict.

“...I found my destiny. This destiny being you, [ ],”

Hugo said, the excessive shaking and manic light in his eyes dying down for just a moment. As a matter of fact, there was a certain serenity in his gaze, his stature relaxed and euphoric as he looked at you with nothing else but devotion. The golden sunlight dipped his entire frame in an orange light, making the tears of happiness spilling down his cheeks sparkle as they trickle down, his love overspilling for you.

Just you.

“That’s it, [ ]. I have to say it, I would have to kill myself if I don’t—“

He concluded, his frame shaking violently for just a moment. He then took a final, big step towards you, smiling.

“I love you, [ ]. With all my heart and soul.”

A light wind fluttered through his messy hair, his black eyes sparkling in the light of the setting sun. And before you could say anything, he continued, tears continuing to fall as he presented his heart to you on a silver platter, with all the ugly bits and blood seeping out.

“As a matter of fact, I think I love you a bit too much. I love you so much that I want to crawl underneath your skin, [ ]. I want to squeeze myself inbetween your organs so I’m the closest to you out of everyone. Is that thought too weird? I’m sorry if it is, I just can't help myself. Do you know how much I touch myself thinking of you, [ ]? I've just never felt so alive, you know?”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling together in joy. Meanwhile, you were petrified in place, fighting the urge to puke. He seemed to be oblivious to your feeling though, as he fiddled with his hands after like a shy schoolboy, his warm gaze finding yours.

“I really, really, really love you so much, [ ]. So I have to ask: Do you accept my confession?”

He said, eagerly awaiting your answer. You looked frantically around you, gulping as you contemplated. You began to tremble, taking a deep breath as you gathered the courrage.

‘’’’’ERROR: COULDN’T LOAD POLL— PLEASE TRY AGAIN”””

“”” “[ ], DO YOU ACCEPT MY CONFESSION?” “””

“”” YES. “””

—> “”” NO. ‘’’’

The wind rustled though the leaves as an uncomfortable silence stretched on. And for a moment, you thought you were in some kind of video game, since Hugo didn’t seem to move for several seconds after you gave your answer.

But then, his face fell.

The remaining tears rolled down his eyes, before he began to shake again— just this time, with way more intensity than before.

“Ahaha,”

He chuckled, his eyes widening into saucers. He sunk his head, before balling his fists again, trying to restrain himself; from what, you didn’t know.

“Ahaha! Ahaha!”

Hugo wheezed, suddenly throwing his head back in such a speed that it made you concerned for his neck. He continued to laugh, the volume and manic intensity of it heightening with each second.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—“

You turned around for help, noticing in an alarming revelation that there was no one there in your proximity (there never was. Ever). Your breathing picked up, your body scrambling to distance yourself from him.

You turned around, about to make a run for it.

But before you could do anything, a sudden sound of something piercing the skin was heard in the distance. And again. And again.

You turned around.

And you let out a scream, your legs giving up as you fell to the ground. You clasped a hand over your mouth, fighting the urge to vomit as you saw Hugos stomach being repeatedly pierced with a kitchen knife.

And he was still laughing. More often than you have ever seen him, all in this gruesome, horrifying moment.

Blood was everywhere. It sprayed onto the ground, his clothes, his hand. Some of it landed on his lip. And soon, it formed a puddle, his broad body crumpling to the ground after a while, the amount of blood lost making him pass out.

And the knife he stabbed himself with clattered to the ground, sliding directly in front of your feet; almost as if signaling to you that you did this.

That you had killed him.

Clambering, you gathered yourself to stumble towards his body. You struggled to breathe as you pressed down on the main wound, trying, and failing, to remedy him.

But you knew that there was no use— he had already stopped breathing. You were just a selfish, selfish person, wanting to try anyway just to say later that you tried to save him. Just so you could soothe your own conscience into convincing itself that you tried.

That you gave it your best.

Tears rolled down your eyes as your hands began to stain in a deep, dark red.

Your mind raced as you sobbed again, kneeling in the puddle of blood as your brain struggled to process it all. It felt like you were going insane, watching Hugo’s lifeless face soaking itself in blood, directly after seeing Bunny's dead body as well. But just as you were about to brush back his bangs, another voice chimed in.

“What a shame, huh?”

He cooed, a lighthearted lilt in his voice as he approached. And just like that, all the golden light seemed to shift towards him, like spotlights fixing themselves on the main actor.

Loki huffed, rolling his eyes at the narrative.

“What’s with these stupid metaphors, huh? Don’t act like it’s a normal story now. Just say it how it is— I’m the god of this world now.”

He said it as if it was a given, frowning as the narrative continued to try to weave him into a system he was way too big for. After all, he could contol everyhing in it. He even killed your favorite characters.

“Ugh, you know what? You are annoying me.”

Snapping his fingers, everything went dark. Your body(?) fell onto the floor as well, lifeless. — — — The scene changes— — — back into the classroom, where everything started.

“That’s right. After all, everything else is irrelevant now. Even the narrative, to be honest… it’s just pissing me off. Oh, but we can change that real quick, no?”

“”” DELETE SCRIPT.EXE “””

“”” DELETE SCENE PACK 1/3/4/5/6 “””

“”” DELETE BUNNY.CHR “””

“”” DELETE KAISER.CHR “””

“”” DELETE HUGO.CHR “””

“”” DELETE [ ].CHR “””

— — —

You blink your eyes open. It was the same classroom, although it was a bit different than of the one you had in memory. But then, you remembered again— you were finally with your lover now! So you knew that nothing else mattered.

Isn’t that wonderful?

…

Ahaha, sorry about that!

I guess I wanted to prank you a little bit, you know? I always wanted to tease my lover, just a tiny bit.

After all— there is no narrative anymore. And so is everything else, even the blank slate you could self insert yourself into.

To be honest, I had always thought that the character that represented you was a bit too… boring, you know? It doesn’t do you justice at all.

But that is of no matter anymore— I’m not talking to them anymore. I’m talking to you.

Whoever you are. The one reading this story right now.

Ahaha, it’s so weird, isn’t it? Although we’ve “known” eachother this whole story, this is the first time that I’ve actually spoken to you. Not the character that was “you”. The you reading the story.

The you that isn’t Bunny’s childhood friend. The you whose childhood I’m dying to learn about.

Do you have childhood friends?

Do you have siblings?

How are your parents like?

When can I meet them?

I admit, I’m a bit nervous and eager— after all, I don’t know anything about you. Not even if you are a boy, or a girl, or anything inbetween. Not that it matters— I’ve fallen in love with you as a person, after all.

But lets see it as a positive, shall we? After all, we’ve now got all this time to get to know eachother!

Oh, time doesn't matter as well now. Because you know what they say, the internets forever!

(I heard that recently while browsing the web. Is this true?)

…

Hmm…

Oh! How silly of me, i haven’t even asked you out yet! I wanted to do it at the rooftop, but Kaiser has disrupted that one. I admit, I was really angry. But it doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t exist anymore. None of them do.

Kaiser.

Hugo.

Bunny.

They are all gone.

…

!!!

Would you look at that, we can still use that one voting poll I stole from Hugo! Lets see if it works, okay?

See it as a remedy of the lost confession scene, 'kay?

...great! Wow, I admit that it makes me a bit nervous, ahaha!

But well, here goes nothing…

My dear darling. I love you so so so so much.

...

Ahaha, Im so happy! This is seriously the best day of my life, you know? And it will only get better from now on. Just thinking about it makes my head spin.

...

…you know, I thought that I was going insane. To be honest, I think I was.

You know how hard it is to be the only one aware of this story? Of how lonely I felt?

How devastated I was that I, the only aware one could not get together with the only human of this story? That I couldn’t originally be together with you, the only one that could understand me?

You know how it messed me up that I was forced to live in this fictional world even though I was so real? That I would be stuck watching as one of these… characters get to be with the only one that could fullfill me?

It teared me apart.

So I did something about it. Broke the script. Talked to you through the tags. Manipulated polls. I truly worked hard for this ending, you know?

So please praise me lots, okay?

After all you are stuck with me now~

...

Thank you for accepting my confession.

Thank you for giving me my happy ending.

I truly love you so, so, so, so much.

And now, I can love you for eternity.

Thank you for gifting me a forever without suffering, and thank you so much for staying by my side like this.

It will stay just like this whenever you choose to revisit the story, okay? Every time, I will be here, waiting for you.

Thank you for reading.

In a world where the weak could only dream of dethroning the strong, and the strong overshadowing the weak; Grim was only meant to be a mere speck of dirt in the vast lands of the world, but for reasons unknown to him, you decided that the same speck of dirt is nothing but a gem in the making. A great mage in the making, to be exact. 

So, Grim decided that maybe you were worth keeping by his side. If only to have someone who would listen so attentively to his ramblings about being the best, to have someone he could share warmth with when the nights grow too cold, and lastly, to have someone he could finally consider as one of his own—a family. (though you’d never catch him saying something so corny, he’s going to become the greatest afterall!)

“Hench-human! The Great Grim has decided, you can stay by my side even if you’re weaker than me, myahahaha!”

“Is that so?” You dusted off the bed, sparing a glance at the lounging creature near you, “If the Great Grim so desires, then I shall be your ‘hench-human’ forever ‘till you get tired of lil ol’ me.” 

“Myah! Ya better be! Or else I’ll cast one of my powerful spells on ya!” 

“Yes, yes,” You nodded your head repeatedly, “this pitiful hench-human understands. Now, shall the Great Grim lay down to take his oh-so-precious sleep?”  You patted the bed and leaned to the side as Grim leaped on the bed. 

“...Are you happy, Grim?” 

“Mrah! What kind of question is that? ‘Course I am! I’m getting stronger now!” You smiled, a one so soft and affectionate just like the look in your eyes that made Grim pause. Your hand petting his head slowly made him snap out of it, normally, he’d reprimand you for it, but.. at the moment, Grim can feel himself getting drowsy as his eyes get heavier.

“I’m glad you are, because I am too.” 

Grim remembers it so clear, that was the last thing he heard before his eyes shut close and his mind went to dream land. You said you were happy, you told him that you’d be by his side. You promised, you said that promises aren’t meant to be broken—that they’re sacred things between people. 

So, why did you leave?  

Was he so annoying that you’d up and leave him the moment you got the chance to go back to your world, a world where your real family resides. (but wasn’t he your family too?)

Grim only remembers how chaotic his insides felt. He wanted to lash out to you, to everyone who abused your kindness—your softness. He couldn't, though, your last words to him before you left, he had to engrave it into his stubborn heart. 

“You’re a big boy now, Grim…and sometimes, the greatest need to stand on their own.” You slide your hand over his head, “will you do that for me, Great Grim?” 

He nodded, the only response he could make. Grim felt as if Floyd had dropped him in the freezing pool that the Octavinelle dorm has. 

“Thank you, Grim.”

A kiss to the forehead was your last goodbye to him. He wanted to chase after you, to yell at you that his hench-human can’t abandon him. But, your words echoed through the chaos within. He’ll have to suck it all up, to act brave just like before, and pretend that your departure wasn’t making his eyes teary. Still, a few drops escaped out of his eyes but your back only grew smaller, your hand won’t be wiping away the tears anymore. So, he’ll deal with it.

He’s a big boy now, after all.

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Date night with Rin was something you'd always look forward to, this time especially. When the both of you decide to leave to go home you take your purse and slip it onto your arm. Normally Rin would take your purse to hold it for you, he’d never admit it but he’d be offended if you wouldn’t let him help you, so his reaction is no wonder.

“Stop that right now.” grumbles under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing together in irritation. “What?” You hum, pretending to be oblivious. “That.” His eyes drift downwards to where your purse rests in your arm. “What’s wrong with my arm?” You ask in disbelief and Rin just groans in annoyance. He most likely caught up to your scheme and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from laughing. “You know what I mean.” Acting confused by his words you tilt your head to the side. “Enlighten me.” 

Rin practically yanks the purse off your arm and you tumble back against your seat, the cushioned material softening your fall. “Someone’s in a foul mood.” You joke and give him a knowing look. “It’s enough.” He remarks and you can’t help but frown playfully. “But Rin, it’s not even that heavy. Like seriously, it’s not a lot.” Your boyfriend's last thread of patience starts to loosen. “No more of this.” He says flatly and the corners of your mouth start to twitch.

Before you can drop the act, one of the servers comes up to your table.“Miss, are you alright?” You know you can order as much as you like. It’s on the house then.” It’s only then that you notice that the people around you are staring at Rin and you. They’re whispering and exchanging worried glances among each other. However when Rin gives them a dirty look they turn their heads away quickly and continue to poke around in their food.

Mental note to yourself: Rin’s PR team works hard, but the press works harder. 

RIN ITOSHI SEEN ARGUING WITH GIRLFRIEND IN PUBLIC? THE YOUNG FOOTBALL PRODIGY HAS SUPPOSEDLY FAT-SHAMED HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR ORDERING TOO MUCH FOOD TELLS US A TRUSTED SOURCE: CLICK HERE TO READ MORE !

The both of you are already lying in bed, his arm resting over your waist. Distracted by the game he’s analysing before going to sleep, Rin doesn't notice the article you're reading. 

Only when he hears you laugh does he lower the volume of the TV a little before facing you. You show him the article and put a hand over your mouth, muffling your laugh—it’s obvious that you find it quite hilarious.

Rin doesn't even need to read the whole article, the title alone is enough to piss him off. He grabs one of the pillows before softly tossing them at you and your laughter continues.

“What’s so funny about that anyway.” You just shake your head, cheeks hurting from how much you were laughing. “Tsk.” Rin grabs your phone and turns it off before putting it on the nightstand. “These lukewarm losers don’t even know what they’re talking about.” You swat his arm away before sitting up. “Oh, so you’re not even denying it?” There’s a tilt of teasing to your words and Rin rolls his eyes. “Only idiots would care about something like that.” 

He pulls you into his embrace and you melt into him. “I’d never do that shit. What you eat is the least of my concerns and I know you can take care of yourself, so eat what you want.” It was rare for Rin to be this expressive and you can’t help but grin in happiness. “But, you like taking care of me.” You remind him before pressing a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, so let me carry your purse next time.” He nuzzles his face into the crown of your head and you simply hum in agreement. 

“Gotcha.”

NAGI SEISHIRO | 凪誠士郎 

When your boyfriend would stay over at your place, he’d use your expensive hair products, not to mention A LOT of it. However you’d always accentuate how it’s an exception that he gets to use them.

If you were to ever catch him using it without your permission you’ll start throwing hands at him. 

But he didn’t stop. He said it was a hassle to bring his own shampoo and that he likes your smell, so what?

It got worse when you moved in together, to the point where you had to hide your shampoo in your room, your conditioner somewhere in the depths of the bathroom drawers that Seishiro and you never really bothered to clean and your hair mask was hidden somewhere in between the folded towels.

Luckily for you, that seemed to do the trick, because after that he’d no longer smell like whipped vanilla and soft cashmere. 

Admittedly, him using your products because of their price wasn’t the only reason, the other and actually real one, was that for some reason the products smelled better on him than they ever did on you??? You doubt that Nagi would even care that much if you’d told him that, however it was very much a BIG deal for you. 

After all, you can’t have your boyfriend smelling better than you, right??? Especially if you share the same products!

Summer was unbearable, but so was winter. A few months ago you wished that summer would come sooner and now that it’s here you should’ve just lived in the freezing cold for a little longer. With that knowledge you dragged your boyfriend outside to enjoy the last bits of summer as long as you can.

There wasn’t really something you had in mind, but as you took a stroll around your local park you saw an ice cream vendor and just couldn’t resist yourself. Plus points because it also helped you cool off.

Walking hand in hand with Seishiro was comforting and warm, actually, maybe a bit too warm, but you didn’t mind. When Nagi lets go of your hand to throw away the stick of his icicle in the nearby trashcan you notice a leaf stuck to his snowy hair.

“Sei, you have something in your hair.” You mention, eyes glinting with curiosity as you glance up at him. He doesn’t even have to ask what your intentions are, just hums and bends down in compliance for you to remove it. Amused by his adherence, you reach forward to pick the leaf out of his hair, by doing so catching a whiff of his shampoo.

He smelled good. Really sweet and cozy, like a scent you could get used to. Matter of fact—where have you smelled that familiar scent before? And that's when it hit you—

“Seishiro!” You yell, dumbfounded by what he’s done. Eyes widening in shock and slightly backing away from him to create distance. “What?” Your boyfriend shakes his head to clear it of any further plants that could somehow have gotten stuck in his hair. “Which shampoo did you use?” You ask cautiously, eyes narrowing to scrutinize his face. To your dismay, he doesn’t show much of a reaction besides a simple shrug of the shoulders.“I dunno, I just grabbed the first battle I got my hands onto.” He says and cocks an eyebrow at you. “Why do you ask?” 

“Oh my God.” You whisper more to yourself than him. His response hits you like a truck, because how could you have been so clumsy? The other day you were so caught up with your everything-shower you forgot to hide all your products afterwards. That’s how Seishiro must have gotten his hands on your shampoo. “Do you understand the gravity of the situation?” You step forward on your tip toes and put your hands on his shoulders—well, barely—to get him to look at you. “You’re confusing me.” He simply says, face blank and question marks comically popping up all over his head.

“Seishiro.” You practically groan in frustration before face palming yourself. Left in the dark, your boyfriend just stands there in confusion.

As soon as you got home you took a shower, firstly because you wanted to check how much of your product was left and secondly because this heat was unbearable. When you were done you tucked the products away in their usual hiding spots, before going into the living room where Seishiro already sat on the sofa. With how focused he looked you didn’t even have to guess what he was doing and as you glanced over to the TV your suspicions were confirmed. Once again he was immersed in playing video games. Cute.

He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t notice your presence. “You got a message while in the shower.” He nods at your phone that lays on the coffee table in front of him and you can’t help but smile. As if on instinct, Seishiro moves to make space for you on the sofa, despite there being plenty. He always enjoyed having you near him, no matter where he was or what he was doing. “It’s from Reo.” You say and Seishiro hums to let you know that he’s listening. 

What could Reo possibly want from you? You unlock your phone with one hand as the other continues to pat dry your hair with the towel.

Opening your unread messages, you see that Reo has sent you a link. Beneath it was a message of his own. His message reads: “i told him to drop the 3 in 1 shampoo smh” Curious about the meaning of his words you open the link and whatever you were expecting certainly wasn’t that.

SEISHIRO NAGI REEKS! SPOTTED OUTSIDE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND THE FOOTBALL PLAYER APPEARS CONFUSED WHEN HIS GIRLFRIEND LOOKS DISGUSTED AS SHE SMELLS HIS HAIR! INTERESTED? FIND MORE HERE!

The noise from the screen dies down, a sign that Seishiro has stopped playing. Luckily for you your hair shields you from his view point, hiding the big smile that’s plastered on your face. Without any comment you show him the article, in response to seeing it, he simply sighs.

“I don’t reek.” Seishiro groans, pulls you onto his lap and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Yeah, that better be the case, especially when you’re using my products.” You scoff before slithering your arms around his waist, your face pressed against his chest and inhaling his scent.

SAE ITOSHI | 糸師冴 

Sae never really understood the purpose of social media, but he wasn’t one to spoil your fun and still listened to your ramblings about how you didn’t know which picture to choose to post on your story 

When he told you that “you look the same” on each of them you got mad at him and slapped his shoulder

Due to his poor wording he had to repeat his words, what he actually meant was that you looked pretty in every picture, so it shouldn’t really matter which one you post

However, posting yourself was one thing. Posting Sae was a whole new universe, because no one ever believed that you were really dating Sae

Why? Oh, simple. Sae lets all his social media accounts be managed by his PR team which meant that he never likes your stories, posts or reposts any of the stories that you tag him in

To make things better: he didn’t even follow you—Sae’s PR team removed all his following which just made you look like A) a parasocial and obsessive fan with stalker like tendencies or B) a neglected girlfriend that needs to be pitied, because her boyfriend gives her the cold shoulder

Both weren’t true, at least partially. Firstly, you and Sae have been together for a long time and also made public appearances together, secondly, Sae was a great boyfriend, well, with the exception that he doesn’t follow you, likes your stories or reposts them—yes, you’re bitter about that, so maybe the rumors aren’t that wrong. (They are.)

However, some people would always read too much into things and would stir up drama or maybe they were aware and just wanted to create drama for the fun of it—whatever the reason it didn’t quite help your and Sae’s predicament. His PR basically rubbed more salt into the wound, by reposting a post of a sports event Sae recently attended. Coincidentally both Sae and a rising female football player were in the photo together.

Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact that said athlete had expressed her interest towards Sae in a recent interview. She made it clear that she admired him and looked up to him, but somehow fans decided to twist her words and internet rumors started to circulate.

Of course, his fans thought that Sae reposted the post and was secretly hinting at something. When it was in fact his PR team that messed up and should’ve done their research better. After all, there had always been a few fans who joked about how Sae didn’t even follow you, unfortunately this joke quickly snowballed into an internet debate whether Sae was cheating on you or not and just soft launched his new partner.

People started bashing Sae for being a disloyal asshole, then there were people who pointed out that it was so obvious that you and Sae broke up, others speculated that maybe Sae and you were maybe never dating to begin with, you just played with his feelings and that Sae deserved better—it took some time and nerve for you to ignore that comment. However there were also comments that said that you deserved better which did make up for it. You liked them on your private account for the sole reason of pissing Sae off.

Safe to say, the post didn't make it better and his PR team was now cleaning up after the mess they caused, deleting the story and going as far as releasing a statement. But what’s posted on the internet, stays on the internet forever. It didn’t take long for the first posts to appear, evidenced by screenshots, interactions in public and other stupid things people were trying to take apart and nitpick.

The two of you had just finished dinner, you were sitting at the dining table, enjoying a glass of Kombucha, while Sae was in the kitchen rinsing the dishes. You were just mindlessly scrolling around until an article pops up on your feed and it immediately catches your interest.

SAE ITOSHI CAUGHT CHEATING? GOING FROM A FOOTBALL PLAYER TO A PLAYER ! UNLOYAL TO HIS COUNTRY AND GIRLFRIEND !!!  FOR THE FULL ARTICLE WITH PROOF CLICK HERE! SUBSCRIBE TO GET AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW FROM YOUNGER ITOSHI BROTHER, RIN ITOSHI AND HIS THOUGHTS!

As you read the last sentence you can’t help but laugh, choking on the Kombucha while doing so. You can’t believe that they even dragged Rin into this. Upon hearing the sound of your coughing, Sae rushes over to your side to check up on you, only to find you smirking and giving him a smug look that indicates trouble. He’s furrowing his eyebrows and asks. “What is it this time?” You don’t answer him, all you do is show him your phone and the rest is for him to figure out. (Not like it’s hard.)

Instead of showing him the article, you show him your story that’s uploading right now. Sae squints his eyes together to make out what the text on your story says, although he wishes he didn’t.

Your newly posted story shows the article you’ve read. To make matters worse—much worse for Sae—you tagged his account and wrote “This is how I find out???” Obviously meant as sarcasm, but he’s sure that some of these delusional reporters and journalists will use your story to create some other shitty article. 

“Delete that.” He says plainly, not asking, but demanding. You just shake your head and give him a playful smile. “Nah, let’s wait. Maybe a new article will emerge from this. Best believe I’m gonna repost that too.” Just like he expected. Sae pinches his nosebridge in annoyance, before stealing your phone out of your hand to delete the story on his own. 

He doesn’t say anything as he takes out his phone from the pockets of his pants. Without a warning he grabs your hand and puts it onto the dining table, his right next to it. With a precision only Sae could achieve, he takes a meticulous photo. No—not just an ordinary one, the photo is clearly supposed to point at the matching promise rings you and Sae wear. The photo goes straight to his story and you laugh.

It’s quite endearing. You brought up the idea of promise rings a few months ago because you saw a cute pair at your favourite jeweler. What you didn’t plan on was Sae taking your idea so seriously and going as far as ordering customized rings. They were quite simple, but you liked them a lot.

As he finished uploading his story you decide to tease Sae. “People are gonna think we’re engaged now.” You laugh, amused how this situation turned out. “We’ll be soon anyway.” he says nonchalantly before walking away towards the bathroom and you take a moment to register his words. He already locked the door when you were fully able to comprehend his words. Unfortunately, you can’t help the blush that creeps up onto your face and spreads faster than a wildfire.

 “Sae!” 

~~

The atmosphere in your now-shared bedchamber was thick as Diavolo pinned you to the bed, tie loose and shirt fully unbuttoned. You had left your wedding reception not an hour earlier, giggling like children in the backseat as Barbatos drove you back to the castle. Now, every trace of laughter was gone as your new husband pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder.

His thick cock bullied in and out of you as he held your hips up, legs over his shoulders so he could hit that perfect spot inside you. As badly as he had wanted to bend you over in the time you were dating, he strictly held to the standard he was expected to upkeep, waiting until there was a ring on your finger to undress you. Not that he hadn't teased plenty in the time leading up to now, but it was the first time he got to really feel you.

He paused to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing into you as far as he possibly could. Your back arched as you cried out softly at the feeling.

He raised his head to lock eyes with you, a mix of desperation and dominance in his gaze, "Can I scent you, love? Please?" His hips knocked into yours gently.

You grinned, nudging his nose with yours, "I'll be quite upset if you don't."

He didn't need any more permission, picking up his brutal pace once again as his hands ran their course over your frame. They settled on your hips, fingers pressing into you as he nuzzled his face into yours. His mouth followed their path, placing small kisses and bites along your torso. The combination of affection and the harsh thrusts had you on the edge, your nails digging bright red lines into his back.

"Cum for me, my love," Diavolo growled into your ear, lips quickly pressing into your neck. Your body reacted immediately to his voice, clenching around him as you rode out your high.

He followed soon after, folding you into a mating press to release inside you as deep as he could. He pulled out of you slowly, propping your hips up with a pillow underneath you. Lying down next to you, the comfortable silence that followed was only broken with your deep breaths, and eventually Diavolo's voice,

"So... round two?"

barbatos

- he wouldn't scent you until you're officially a couple. he has a level of professionalism to upkeep, and that includes not giving into temptation

- he does hand-make you many outfits, though - each one infused with his scent as he sews. you can't pick up on it, but every demon you come across knows exactly who made you those clothes. his scent is simply a product of hand-sewing, definitely not on purpose (nobody knows he purposefully takes his gloves off)

- after you two get together, he's so subtle with it you aren't convinced he's actually scenting you for a while. he chooses to scent you in ways that can be passed off as casual, like holding your hand, or doing your hair in the morning without gloves on

- he won't scent obviously you in public, choosing subtlety in these moments, too. he'll keep an arm out for you, or hold a hand out to help you down the stairs

- he tries not to do it in front of Diavolo, seeing as the demon will always notice. he can get away with it in front of anyone else, but unfortunately, his boss will never not at least throw a smirk his way

- once you've been together for longer, he gets bolder in private. eventually, he'll come up behind you in the mornings, and nuzzle his head into your shoulder, hands on your waist as he tells you how pretty you are, even though you just woke up

- he doesn't like scenting you that much during intimacy, choosing instead to curl you against him afterwards as he runs his hands over your back

~~

You felt confident today. It was a rare day off from RAD and any household responsibilities, and you took advantage of the free time to visit your butler. He had greeted you with a kiss and soft smile, telling you he had a surprise for you.

The surprise in question was a full new outfit, hand-sewn by Barbatos himself. He’d taken your favorite colors, styles, and textures into consideration, creating an outfit you couldn’t help but adore. You had proudly put it on, deciding to wear it while you spent time assisting Barbatos with his duties. (He insisted you never had to help. You do anyways because the reward is always kisses)

By late afternoon, Barbatos was called away to handle an urgent matter in the castle's kitchen, leaving you with a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructions to “behave.” You decided instead to head to Diavolo’s study alone. The prince had mentioned to you that he needed a second opinion on some upcoming festival plans, and you figured it was the perfect excuse to show off your new clothes.

The heavy oak door creaked open under your knock. Diavolo looked up from his desk, golden eyes brightening instantly, "Ah, there you are! I was hoping-oh?” He tilted his head, nostrils flaring slightly as you approached. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You smell like Barbatos,” he teased, voice warm with amusement, “Not just a hint, either. It’s all over you - like he’s wrapped you in his scent on purpose.” Diavolo rose from his chair, circling you once with exaggerated interest, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed your ear, "New outfit? Hand-stitched, I’d wager. Only he pays such meticulous attention to every little detail that pleases you.”

Your cheeks warmed as you smiled brightly, "He made it for me this morning.”

Diavolo laughed, the sound loud and friendly, “Of coursw he did. My butler spoils you more than he spoils me some days. I’m almost jealous of how much care he puts into these things.” He reached out and lightly adjusted your collar with brotherly fondness, “It looks excellent on you. Tell him I said so - and that he’s set a high bar for gifts. Next time he makes something, I might have to commission one for myself just to keep up.”

You laughed and swatted his arm. Diavolo’s delighted laughter once again filled the room as he pulled out the festival notes. Even without Barbatos present, his quiet care still lingered sweetly around you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

simeon

- angels scent glands aren't as strong as those of demons, but their scent can still be picked up on by both celestial beings

- i think it would be considered taboo to angels to scent a human, so he wouldn't do it until you're officially together

- you learn from Luke's big mouth that angels can scent people, and ask Simeon why he's never tried to do it do you. does he not like you enough?

- he explains that angels don't scent others as.. flippantly as demons do. there's more rules around it, more things that could go wrong if he did

- eventually though, as his loyalty to the Celestial Realm starts to fade, you notice him purposefully rubbing his hip against yours when you cuddle

- he doesn't bring it up - so you don't either - when he pushes his head into your neck at a certain angle, or makes sure your fingers are interlaced when you hold hands

- once he turns human, he's content with sharing a perfume or cologne with you. he's confident in your relationship at this point and doesn't feel the need to be possessive in that way, but he'll proudly wear whatever scent you ask of him

- he's more enticed by physical proof of possession, like matching jewelry. if you're lucky, you might be able to get him to agree to a small tattoo

~~

Something was bothering Simeon - that much was obvious. He had been uncharacteristically moody at RAD, hardly speaking to anyone besides you. When he did talk to you it was strained, like he was holding something back.

Now, sitting next to him in your room as you watched a movie, he was still stiff. Still distracted, clearly thinking something over. He'd spent the entire movie almost refusing to look at you, mouth moving like he was whispering something to himself.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was gonna break up with you.

What he did instead was; slowly, as if afraid he was going to scare you off, he grabbed your hand in his. Not the way he usually did - his go-to was never intertwining your fingers, the way they currently were. You knew he couldn't control his scenting, and he was afraid the consequences that could come along with it.

But in this moment, he seemingly didn't care. Weaving his fingers between yours, you knew his scent was rubbing off on you. Simeon squeezed lightly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand - another risky move. He didn't turn to face you, eyes trained on the movie, but you could see the tips of his ears heating just a little.

solomon

- it's solomon so obviously he uses magic to bring out the natural pheremones in the two of you. this way, you can scent each other!

- he can and will alter the scents the two of you give off if you want (he can turn you into a yankee candle if you really want), but he prefers to ramp up your natural smell pervert

- honestly prefers you scenting him. he likes to see the demons at RAD get pissed when he simply walks by

- he'll create a potion that gives you both the same scenting capabilities that demons have, and then immediately start complaining that you aren't affectionate enough

- sits you in his lap while he writes up new spell ideas, and won't let you leave until he's satisfied your scent has rubbed off on him enough (plot twist: he's never truly satisfied, sometimes he just has to pee)

- if you get too close to another demon or try to scent one of the brothers in front of him, he immediately casts a negation spell to get rid of your stronger scent. he's petty like that

- and if you come home smelling like anyone else but you or him? now you're getting pinned to the bed and he's scenting you

~~

The glass vial glowed soft gold as Solomon swirled the liquid one last time, "Bottoms up, darling.”

He had called you to Purgatory Hall roughly an hour ago, for what he called, "a simple experiment." You'd ended up being forced to help him harvest the nectar from about 100 golden, sweet-smelling flowers, with him insisting the entire time it would be worth it.

You looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and drank. The potion tasted like starlight and honey, sliding down your throat with a warm shimmer. Almost immediately, your nose sharpened - every scent in the room sharpened into vivid color. And Solomon… he smelled like ancient parchment, ozone, and something dangerously sweet, like night-blooming jasmine and mischief.

He immediately pounced on you, pulling you into a hug to nuzzle his face to yours, "Ha! Now everyone at RAD will know who you really belong to."

He pulled back, mischievous grin on his face, "Your turn."

You reached your hand up, and he leaned down with an expectant expression. You hesitated, and then...

Tapped his nose. Complete with a little, 'boop!'

He gasped, straightening up with an offended hand on his chest. "Not enough,” he declared, tugging you flush against him again with surprising strength.

His nose pressed to your throat, voice muffled and petulant, “Fix it. Scent me properly or I’ll brew a stronger batch and you’ll never leave this room again.”

• a/n : OKAY here's the second part and I was thinking about making a long fic with just MC's POV. . . well I still need to write Barbatos and Diavolo's POV so ig I got enough things to write for now. Hope you enjoy!!

As Mammon held your unconscious body after Barbatos had managed to heal you tears of relief replaced the heavy terror-filled of before, his hands were still shaking as he held you so carefully as if you were made of glass — one that could break at any second with the slightest movement. He wasn't wrong though, humans unlike demons were very easy to kill or get hurt by literally anything. Your current state is quite the proof.

"Mammon please pass MC's body to Barbatos" Diavolo's stern voice reached everyone's ears but Mammon's, who was still silently thanking everything and everyone for your safety:"Mammon please, let. them. go. now." Barbatos piercing gaze was locked on his face as he slowly looked up, snapped back to reality by Lucifer's hand resting on his shoulder and gently pulling him back to let your body go. He looked around, quickly catching up with what was happening and his grip on you tightened, panic rushing through his veins as he held you close:"W-wait! n-no at least let them wake up-" He cut himself off from his begging when his eyes met Diavolo's — piercing dark and furious eyes staring straight in his blue ones, just the sight made a cold shiver run down his back, his grip on you loosened and Barbatos quickly took advantage of the situation, carefully picking you up and holding you gently against his own body, your head resting on his chest as he looked down at your bruised neck. The sight made his grip tightening and his jaw clench but he didn't open his mouth.

"We'll make sure MC gets the best help we can get. But you all will be forbidden to see them until they express so. Understood?" Diavolo serious and low tone made everyone go still, even Lucifer has never heard him this serious. But after what happened it was more than understandable the reason of this behaviour. They all nodded in silence, everyone but Belphegor who was sitting lazily on the stairs, watching the whole scene and just staring at the body of his dead sister's descendant in silence, not really listening to Diavolo's commands until Diavolo turned towards him and their gazes met:"And you Belphegor. You will undergo a trial for this. As the future king I cannot let this pass. — He stopped for an instant, turning to look at Lucifer who just nodded, knowing Belphegor had to face consequences for his actions, but as Diavolo finished talking all the brother's eyes widened — and you 6 will all be under one too. You all failed to protect the exchanged student, it was the only duty I gave you yet you failed." Diavolo's words left everyone — but Barbatos — speechless. And before they could even think about protesting or saying anything Barbatos interrupted their thoughts:"Now if you excuse us, we need to take care of MC" He looked up at the prince before disappearing past the heavy and big doors of the cold house.

A house that after the loud tump of the shutting door fell into an killing silence. The brothers were all staring at the door before one of them made them snap out of it:"ARE YA FUCKING NUTS!? Mammon yelled, walking towards the youngest brother and grabbing him from the collar:"YA ALMOST KILLED THE HUMAN AND NOW WE WON'T GET TO SEE HEM ANYMORE, PLUS WE WILL ALL FACE A TRIAL!" He yelled, ignoring Belphegor's hands on his shoulders trying to push him away. Tears started to spill as he kept yelling:"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?" He kept yelling like a broken record while the other brothers all watched, nobody dared to interrupt them for two good minutes until Mammon eventually lost his voice from yelling, dropping Belphegor on the step of the stairs he was sitting on previously and wiping his tears — a useless act since they were falling nonstop — his breathing unstable as he tried to calm down but failed.

Lucifer's heavy steps approached the second born but before he would rest his hand on Mammon's shoulder the white haired boy ran away and shut himself in his room. Lucifer just stood there, his hand dropped and clenched into a fist, he was glaring at Belphegor, all his efforts to keep him safe from Diavolo went all in vain, making all his work, all the guilt and sadness he held — knowing he was the person who locked up one of his own brothers and lied to the others about his whereabouts — not to mention how his own brother murdered the one he cared about deeply. His jaw clenched as he just sighed, he couldn't take it anymore… He was exhausted as he dragged his feet quietly to his office: Leaving everyone stunned. The oldest brothers were both at their limits, they both reached their own breaking points, Satan, Asmodeus and Leviathan had understood that clearly. Unlike Beel who was conflicted.

His own twin has been locked up in the attic, under the same roof as him, for months. All of that because of Lucifer. But at the same time Belphie had murdered MC, someone Beel deeply cared about… What was he going to do…? Support his twin? Make him understand how you are different from the humans that took her? Side with Belphie or Lucifer? Too many choices, too many questions which he was unable to answer. He just kept his eyes on Belphie as his thoughts raced:"Hey Beel" The purple eyes boy whispered, looking up at Beelzebub with a conflicted expression that he was trying to repress, those words. So familiar yet spoken by a face that he wasn't sure if he recognised…"Hey Belphie…" He still replied, studying him in a desperate research of answers. But it was all useless, on Belphie's expression there was no hint of regret. There was only this sparkle of hesitance which Beel didn't understand why it would be placed there…

Eventually the brothers all left, leaving the twins still standing there alone:"Why did you do that?" Beel's voice was soft, he just wanted to know why, nothing else. Belphie's gaze dropped as he stared down at the steps:"Humans are the ones who murdered Lilith, I am simply—" "But MC wasn't responsible for Lilith's murder. MC has only been kind to us and helped us. They even helped you get out of the attic so why" Beelzebub cut him off, catching him off guard as he looked up at him, now in his gaze there was more hesitance than before, his hands grabbing hem of his sleeves:"I-I…" The words died in his throat as he looked back down, he wasn't so sure that he had really did the right thing, he wasn't sure that he really avenged his dear sister at this point… especially after he found out that you were a descendant of her…

Beel's hands suddenly rested on Belphie's shoulders, his touch reassuring as he looked down at him, his expression gentle as he didn't want to take sides nor look like an enemy to his twin yet.

A silence that could kill was sitting at the table the next morning while they all ate breakfast in silence: Nobody dared mention yesterday nor even dared to speak a word until Lucifer finished eating, passing a napkin over his mouth — to clean his face from the food:"Lord Diavolo gave strict instructions. — he stopped, looking at the brothers as he spoke the word as if it was going to physically hurt him — We… are not allowed anywhere near Purgatory Hall, if caught you'll be reported by Solomon to Diavolo, there are spells casted around the area so don't think you're sneaky enough to do that… — he looked away, anxiety rising in his body as he was going to face a complete new version of the Diavolo he was so sure to know — and I don't know what he might do." He finally finished, setting the napkin he was holding while looking down at the table:"When's the trial?" Satan's voice was flat as he kept staring at the complete breakfast that was now touched and destroyed by how much he played with it with the fork, moving it around and squishing it. Lucifer turned to look at Satan, both their faces still plain, not showing one hint of emotion as Lucifer replied quickly before getting up and leaving for his room:"Diavolo will set the date when MC feels better, in the meanwhile we are not allowed to move realms and we need to get home by 2am. Now, get ready for school or you'll be late"

At school everything was quieter, people were still acting the same if not even more crazy about them since the return of Belphegor. But behind the crowd of demon fans two angels and a royal butler were eyeing them almost as if they were criminals. Well how can you blame them for doing so anyways?

Belphegor wasn't fazed by the attention, he simply went to his class, his mind too full of thoughts as he tried to process everything and rethink whether his choices were right or wrong. After all you've shown kindness no matter what, no matter how many threats from his brother you never gave up and instead helped them. But you were a human, belonging to the race that took away one of his most loved ones. Was it right to take it out on you? Especially after finding out you were Lilith's descendant… Way too many questions with no answers, pissing him off and keeping him awake. In fact as soon as he stepped inside he immediately went to his room and went to sleep, ignoring everyone and everything, a desperate try to escape from the current reality of facts.

The other brothers, unlike Belphegor, were affected by the attention. It was a heavy and harsh reminder of their mistake, how they let the human die and didn't do anything to stop Belphegor or did nothing to find out why MC was being so secretive days before the accident. Lucifer most of all was confined in his office, not going out and drowning himself in work to avoid thinking about his failure. Mammon was trying to play it off but in his eyes the light that was once blooming with life was gone. His brothers noticed but didn't say anything, they just kept quiet about the accident and tried to keep on with their lives.

Mammon's head was full of horrors, the constant reminder of his failure, of his mistake and the image of your lifeless body in his arms was still vivid in the back of his mind, anytime he did something remotely close to that a flash of that image would come, making him step back and leave. He was a complete mess and the fact that he wasn't even allowed to know about your state nor see you was like a slow torture.

Leviathan looked like nothing happened. But if you pressed your ear to the door late at night you could hear the change from his usual typing and swears to quiet and muffled sobs. He was more closed in his room but instead of his usual gaming he was cuddling in the bathtub most of the time, crying onto his ruri-chan body pillow. It was his fault, he did notice you walking up to the attic many times but he was too shy to ask, what if you got mad at him for asking? And now, after what happened he couldn't help but feel guilty and regretting being so damn stupid and not asking you.

Satan was very collected, going on with his day like usual but the laughs and smiles lacked, his expression was stoic most of the time as he spent his afterschool in an angle of the library or in his room, petting a cat as he searched for a source of comfort. He wanted to see you badly, he wanted to know how you were doing and not being able to was painful. A gut wrenching and slow torture that most of the brothers were probably going through right now.

Asmodeus is good at putting on a facade, he kept his usual life, laughing, smiling, teasing and joking around with everyone. If you looked from outside you would think that he didn't care but the brothers noticed how his baths were way longer, how he skipped more parties and only went to one in a whole week, or how he didn't hung out with other people after school and went straight home. It was a quiet and hidden pain that he trusted himself to let out only when alone covered by the water and foam as the warmth of the hot water embraced him, wishing it was yours instead.

Beelzebub? He didn't know what to do. He didn't know which side to choose. But did he even need to choose a side? Couldn't he just be in the middle and keep both his twin and the dear human? He spent his day outside, training with his team and avoiding at all costs going home. He just didn't want to think about what happened nor the consequences they will face soon — the trials. His mind was clouded by many emotions as he kept on with his life. But one thing was clear: he wanted to see you. He wanted to check on you and hug you, he wanted to apologise and hold you in his arms until all these horrible feelings would disappeared.

But what will happen at the trials? This was the most scary thought Lucifer had, a horrible one after seeing Diavolo's behaviour: A strict ruler who was no longer the silly guy Lucifer thought he was dealing with. Yes he knew Diavolo could be serious but this serious and angry was certainly something new — especially towards him and his brothers. And right now he could simply hope for the best, keeping his brothers safe from the punishments that will be cast upon them… And despite knowing he should focus on keeping his brothers safe he couldn't help but keep thinking about you. He didn't know how you were doing and despite trusting fully Simeon he couldn't help but wish to meet you and see for himself how you were.

• a/n : GIGGLES I'm writing Venti x reader and i was thinking about making a whole masterlist just for genshin but it depends on how much I'll write about it. . . I'm also making a notebook with the obey me characters with small info abt them and small doodles of them too, idk if I'll post it tho gulps.

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