Dagon X Michael

It takes angel!Dagon a while to get used to how precious demon!Michael is in her fully cat form. DAGON: [gasps] My perfect kitty cat! [picks up Michael] // MICHAEL: [hissing and struggling to escape Dagon’s grasp] What are you doing?! I am not some docile little house cat! // DAGON: Oh, let me have this please! I’ve had such a long day! [scratches Michael under the chin] I really need this. // MICHAEL: [rolls her eyes, but cuddles up close in Dagon’s arms] Fine, I’ll let you brush me. // DAGON: Can I pet your stomach please? // MICHAEL: Only if you brush out the knot in my tail. // DAGON: Of course! Can I also give you head scratchies? // MICHAEL: MICHAEL: Obviously you can do that!

ANGEL DAGON: [bursting into cat demon Michael’s quarters] I’ve had a terrible day and I’d quite appreciate having a soft kitty cat to hold please. [takes a deep breath] If that isn’t too much trouble, of course. // MICHAEL: [always eager to have Dagon pet her] Fine, but if you touch my stomach, I’ll bite you. // DAGON: I promise I won’t touch your stomach. [sits down and pats her lap] // MICHAEL: [changes into her cat form and spreads out on Dagon’s lap] Scratch behind my ears.

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Michael and Dagon love arguing. Sometimes they even argue while they have sex. DAGON: [groping Michael’s tits] It was 1583 — // MICHAEL: [pulls Dagon’s hair to emphasize her point] I promise you, it was 1683, my dear. // DAGON: Oh, and I should just believe you because you’re an angel, huh? // MICHAEL: That would be the wisest decision, yes. // DAGON: [rolls her eyes] Ugh, can’t you just shut up and fuck me? // MICHAEL: Admit you were wrong first. It’s only proper. // DAGON: [affectionately] You’re such a bitch.

Angel Dagon has a special collection of brushes for cat demon Michael. One for Michael’s hair, one for her tail, one for Michael’s stomach when she’s in full cat form, one for Michael’s back and sides when she’s in full cat form, one for Michael’s head when she’s in full cat form, and probably lots of other brushes. MICHAEL: [rubbing her scent on to Dagon’s face] You take such good care of me, darling. // DAGON: Of course I do! My lovely kitty cat deserves the absolute best! // MICHAEL: If you ever call me a kitty cat in front of others, I’ll rip you to shreds without a second thought. // DAGON: [lovingly] I know you will.

Demon!Michael is always assigned to thwart the blessings of angel!Dagon. MICHAEL: [uses her feline flexibility to wrap herself around Dagon] I’ve been assigned to stop you from blessing this priest. // DAGON: [trying to act like she isn’t happy to see Michael] And I’ve been assigned to stop you from corrupting him. // MICHAEL: Have you now? [rubs her head under Dagon’s chin] And how are you going to stop me, hmm? Will you use your pretty face and lovely body to distract me? // DAGON: [blushing] So crude! You’re such a vulgar little kitty cat!

Michael loves taking Dagon to the sea and watching her swim. Michael loves seeing her demon so happy. Also I headcanon that Michael has to wrap a towel around Dagon as soon as she gets out of the water, otherwise Dagon will shake herself dry like a dog.

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MICHAEL: Your knuckles are all bruised up. // DAGON: Yeah, another demon asked if I’d ever share you, so I beat the shit out of them. // MICHAEL: You’re too quick to react. // DAGON: [drapes herself dramatically across Michael’s lap] You should probably kiss my knuckles better. // MICHAEL: [amused] Should I now? // DAGON: You should. I’m all battered and bruised from defending your honour. // MICHAEL: [kisses Dagon’s knuckles] Such a ridiculous demon. Honestly, I don’t know why I put up with you.

DAGON: [playfully smacks Michael’s ass] See ya next time, gorgeous. // MICHAEL: [rolls her eyes] Honestly, a bit of decorum wouldn’t discorporate you. // DAGON: You love it.

Dagon is so very fascinated with Michael’s hair. DAGON: [running her fingers through Michael’s hair] It’s so soft and silky! What type of miracles do you use to make it this way? // MICHAEL: [confused] AU use no miracles on my hair. That would be a form of vanity. // DAGON: [playfully tugs on one of Michael’s curls] This is all natural then? Lucky me.

(text conversation) DAGON: I had a shitty day. Send me a picture of your tits. // MICHAEL: Why don’t I come down there instead? // DAGON: And I can see your tits???? // MICHAEL: You can see whatever you want, my dear. // DAGON: I wanna brush your hair and then have you fuck me senseless. // MICHAEL: That sounds lovely. I’ll be down in an hour. I expect you to be in your quarters, waiting for me. // DAGON: I love how bossy you are. // MICHAEL: I’m not bossy, sweetheart; I just know what’s best for you.

I have this headcanon that Michael started out with he/him pronouns and presenting masculine, but then saw Eve and was like “Wait that’s an option?!” and then immediately started presenting as feminine and going by she/they pronouns.

All of the Erics greeting Michael when she comes down to Hell though 💀 “Hi, Mum!” “We missed you, Mum!” “How have you been, Mum?” “Can we escort you Lord Dagon’s office please, Mum?” Michael thinks they’re all so adorable. She lets them hug her and walk her to Dagon’s office/personal quarters.

Cat demon Michael coughs up hairballs onto the desks of those who annoy her. Angel Dagon catches this at one point and is extremely concerned. DAGON: My poor girl! Let’s get you make to your room, sweetheart! You clearly need a glass of water and a good lie down. // MICHAEL: [very confused] This isn’t a necessary habit, you know. I’m only doing this because Gabriel was bothering me earlier. // DAGON: Still! Oh, that couldn’t have felt good on your poor throat! I’m going to spend the night so I can keep an eye on you. // MICHAEL: [pupils dilating, pulling Dagon towards her (Michael’s) room] Yes, you’re absolutely going to spend the night. Maybe a few nights.

Michael seeing Dagon’s wings for the first time in Dagon’s demon form! MICHAEL: [tone full of affection] Oh, they’re so beautiful! [runs a hand over one of Dagon’s wings] Such gorgeous, shimmering scales!! // DAGON: [nonchalant, doing everything she can to keep herself from blushing] Yeah, I guess my wings are alright. Nowhere near as pretty as yours are, sweetheart. C’mon, lemme bury my fingers in those soft, silken feathers of yours. // MICHAEL: Not yet, darling. Let me tend to your perfect wings first, alright? [rubs a hand in soothing circles on one of Dagon’s wings] // DAGON: [makes a weird little sound of pleasure] Ugh, fine, you can tend to my wings! But I get to play with your wings afterwards!! // MICHAEL: [pulls Dagon onto her lap, kisses Dagon’s cheek] Whatever you like, my dear.

Canonically demons are better at grooming/maintaining their wings than angels are, so I like to imagine that Dagon occasionally gets so frustrated upon seeing the state of Michael’s wings that she just insists they drop everything so she can give Michael’s wings proper treatment. DAGON: Ugh, when was the last time you brushed your wings, angel? // MICHAEL: [not understanding Dagon’s frustration at all] My wings are fine! I used a tiny little miracle on them just yesterday to clean them. // DAGON: How can someone so clever be so bad at basic wing maintenance? // MICHAEL: They’re fine! // DAGON: No! Fuck’s sake, no! Get in the tub; your wings are getting a proper scrubbing! // MICHAEL: [rolling her eyes] You’re being melodramatic.