#auva

(Takes place at some point shortly after Auva pacts with Beel. After the events of ‘Tsundere Nonsense’)

I wrote a thing about these pact headcanons! Extremely sappy fluff. Brace yourself lol

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Auva sits atop the kitchen counter near the cutting board, idly swinging her feet as she chats with Beel and Mammon about the upcoming retreat.

Beel distractedly replies to them, as he devotes most of his attention to slicing and peeling a Devildom citrus of some kind. It’s large and round and purple. It’s constructed like an orange, and it’s sour-sweet-refreshing kind of like an orange, but with a different flavour. It has a proper name, but Auva insists on referring to it as a purple.

Beel cuts a fruit segment off the peel and hands it to her.

“Levi was complaining about the timing earlier, something about a character’s birthday? I said I’d help him out with packing later today because he’s gonna bring a whole bunch of his figurines with him t—wh? For me?” Auva says in surprise, looking between the purple fruit segment in her hand and her friend who put it there. She has NEVER seen Beel share his food with anyone before!

“Mmhm” Beel nonchalantly replies, humming his confirmation through a mouthful of purple citrus.

Stunned and touched at his seemingly automatic—but wildly uncharacteristic—generosity towards her, she pops the piece of fruit into her mouth. Slices of purple have never tasted so good before.

Auva leans over and hugs Beel’s free arm as she chews. “Thank you..!”

Beel smiles at her, then perks up as if he’s had an idea.

Auva feels her pact bond with Beel stirring awake in the vague un-space in the back of her mind. He’s reaching for her. Auva reaches back, making the mental contact to open up their pact bond. It feels like holding his hand, except… closer, warmer, because it’s really their souls making contact.

Auva receives a gentle pulse of ‘protectiveness-affection-friendship-softness’ from Beel, sent directly into her mind. Auva replies ‘warm-soft-appreciation-devotion-affection’, far more clumsily. Less practiced. Still, it works. Beel receives the emotions she means to share with him, letting an echo of it reverberate back through the bond to her so she knows he heard her.

Beel takes a bite of another fruit slice. Leaving one regular human bite sized piece of it instead of eating the whole slice at once. Auva doesn’t have time to wonder why before Beel feeds her the remaining piece.

She swallows it, and the pact bond seems to spark to life! Suddenly, it feels less like holding his hand, and more like being hugged. The emotions Beel shares with her are clearer this time. His soul wraps lovingly around hers and they blend together, the lines between them blurring and melting. It feels so close. Understanding Beel is suddenly easier than breathing. It’s the most intimate connection she has ever felt in her life.

She gets ‘fondness-loyalty-warmth-small human-promise to catch you-promise to feed you-grow healthy and strong-give you bites of my Life-I love you’ from him. Not quite in words, but the sentiment is fully conveyed. The new clarity to their bond is incredible, and the sentiment he conveys to her touches her deeply.

Without a thought, she sends back ‘aww, Beel-would die for you-I love you-big precious friend-appreciation-devotion-loyalty-I love you-I love you-I love you’ to him. Also without words, but the sentiment is completely understood.

Beel puts down the knife and the piece of empty citrus peel so he can wipe off a drop of juice from her face. With one final gentle pulse of ‘warmth-love-devotion’ from him, their bond goes still and dormant again. Her soul is once again hers alone.

“Woah… what WAS that?” Auva breathily asks.

“Strengthening our pact,” Beel answers, fondness subtly colouring his tone of voice.

Auva can’t help but think she must be able to pick up on that now because of that experience. She feels like she understands him a bit better now, having just had their minds linked more closely than ever before in that incredible moment of connection.

Beel picks up the knife again, and a new fruit. He returns to slicing and snacking.

“That’s a thing we can do?” Auva asks, fascinated.

“Sure can,” Mammon finally chimes in. He gets up from leaning against the wall and approaches her. “Here.”

Mammon cups her jaw carefully in one hand, then tenderly touches their foreheads together. He holds them there for a long moment, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he reaches for her through their pact.

Auva reaches back to Mammon. Mentally taking his offered hand.

They breathe together, sharing the same air. Sharing the same breath. This time, the pact bond opens up gradually, pulsing in time with their slow breaths like a flickering candle, until their back and forth exchange of ‘love-trust-devotion-best friend-mine-precious’ becomes clear and strong. Less like a conversation with turns, and more like harmonizing.

As their vitality blends together, Auva feels surrounded by him, wrapped up in his energy like a blanket, thoroughly warm and loved. She feels him languidly pouring ‘affection-care-endearment-protectiveness’ into her mind. She feels ‘mine-I love you-anything for you-my human-stay close to me-I love you’ from him.

Wordlessly, Auva replies ‘would follow you anywhere-I love you-feel safe together-I’m home-I love you-my Mammon-want you to be happy-I love you-stay close to me-would give you the world-I love you’, trying to give him the same warmth right back.

After a minute, Mammon pulls back. The intense connection fades back to normal.

Auva stares at him in awe, and he smiles at her, all glassy-eyed and soft. He taps her nose fondly, then takes a step back.

He clears his throat—as if to banish any hints of emotion from his voice before he speaks—and rubs the back of his neck the way he always does when he’s embarrassed.

“Pretty cool, huh? It’ll make usin’ the bond easier—OI, easy, human!” Mammon had tried to act cool and chill, but gets suddenly cut off by Auva hopping down from her seat on the kitchen counter and nearly bowling him over in a very enthusiastic hug.

“What the fuck Mam, we could have been doing that the whole time, what the fuck, I love you so fucking much!!” Auva says directly into Mammon’s shirt where her face is smushed against him.

Mammon quickly softens again, immediately returning the hug. Who does he think he’s kidding? “I… yeah, alright. I love ya too, or some shit…”

In perfect sync, Auva and Beel roll their eyes and huff an identical soft laugh at Mammon.

(Her mind buzzes excitedly as it drifts to her other pact partner, Levi. Did he know about this too?? It’s incredible, she’s TOTALLY gonna do this with him too when she meets up with him later!! She can hardly wait!)

Auva aesthetic

alright so basically this immediately made me think of a rainbow magical girl but like... punkish. anywho her name is Iris and she’ll zap the shit out of u but it’ll be pretty when she does 

The real goddess is here sweetie 💕

With Hamal, she's one of my favorite ocs

Some facts about her

- Mother of two kids (not kids really haha) Lance and Lu

- She's really, really warm hearted and nice

- Her ''sister" is Zu

- Her first husband, Victor the father of Lance and Lu, was murdered. Auva was really depressed about that.

- Years later, she will fell in love with Shaula

- She wants to be a good mother

- Like all the zodiac signs, she's immortal and she is 4568 millions years old

- Her weapon is a foild (sword)

long time no draw squid

(This takes place between getting Beel’s pact and leaving for the retreat)

Mild angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. The human is very sensitive and cannot tell when Mammon’s spouting bullshit.

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Auva sits on the couch in the living room next to Beel. There’s a show playing on the TV. Beel is snacking as they watch it idly. Levi sits in a corner playing a game on a handheld console, hunched over and grumbling about being out of his room. Asmo sits on the floor, painting Satan’s nails. Everything is peaceful.

Mammon walks in, and Auva perks up, hands grabbing at the air in his direction. Beckoning him to sit at her other side.

Mammon acquiesces with an unsubtly fond eyeroll. Smiling openly.

Asmo snickers at him

“Honestly, Mammon, you still can’t admit that you’re wrapped around that human’s little finger? You’ve all but adopted her at this point! Can’t you say how much you love her?” Asmo teases.

Mammon sputters, hands flapping frantically as his face burns bright red. “Wh—! I—! NO! I don’t love the human, I didn’t even want the human, I don’t care about the stupid thing, what the fuck are ya talkin’ about Asmo—Shut the fuck up before I make you—!” Mammon deflects desperately, defending himself as Asmo cackles.

“Hey, Mam?” Auva murmurs, looking up at Mammon from her comfortable spot, her head tucked safely under his chin as he squeezes her gently. They’ve been standing quietly in the entrance hallway of the House of Lamentation, hugging for a few minutes by now.

“Wassup, gremlin?” Mammon answers softly.

“You… you ever get that weird feeling… of like, you’re at home. You’re already home, there’s nowhere else that could possibly be home, nowhere else that’s ever BEEN home, but… you’re still homesick? You’re like, in your room, but somehow you reeeeeeally want to go home? But like, how? You’re already home. But you’re still homesick. All you can think about is how very fucking bad you wanna go home, despite already being in your own room. You know what I mean?”

“I… huh. I guess, kinda. Sometimes. Like… I’ve missed my old room from before… yknow. Before all the… everything. Sometimes. Yeah, I get that.” Mammon answers. He unwraps one arm from around her shoulders to stroke her hair. “You okay, baby? Missin’ the human world, huh?” He asks.

“No, no I mean,” she sighs, and buries her face in his shirt. Muffled, she speaks again.

“I mean… I’ve felt that a lot. Back in the human world. I’d be in my own bed, in the room I’ve lived in all my life, and still… somehow, be so fucking overwhelmed by how bad I wanted to go home. I was missing something, I thought. Because why the fuck was I homesick? I needed to find home, and I didn’t know where it was or what I wanted.” Auva pauses for a moment, as Mammon gives her a comforting squeeze.

She speaks again. “I felt like that so often… and then, you hugged me for the first time a few months ago, and I was like, oh. I found it. This is what I wanted. I found home. It was you, Mam. I was missing you, and I didn’t know because I hadn’t met you yet.”

Mammon squeezes her again, much more tightly this time. “Aww, well… shit, human… you’re gonna make me cry, sayin’ shit like that, what am I supposed to…”

Auva squeezes back.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… thought you should know. I don’t feel that homesickness anymore. Not for long. Because whenever it comes back all I have to do is go find you. And bother you until you hug me.”

Mammon stays quiet. He sniffles. After a minute, he takes one hand off his human to wipe his face, before wrapping it back around her.

“You come bother me anytime, okay?” He whispers.

“Okay. You’re a good big brother, you know? I love you, Mam.” Auva says, hiding her smile against Mammon’s shirt.

“You’re fuckin’ doing this shit on purpose, aintcha?!” Mammon sobs.

He has no intention of letting go of her, not a moment before he has to.