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Hi oh my god I totally missed this ask !

I deleted most of my old posts because I really didn't like my writting and it was full of spelling errors !

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Beel dating a demon on his sports team?

Imagine two buff demon just cuddling , adorable

A/N: Okay this is like, the cutest thing. This doesn't have cuddling, but how about an old-fashioned getting together fic instead?

BEELZEBUB x Demon!gn!Reader, 3.4k words, SFW.

Content: You're a new student at RAD and a successful recruit to the school's Fangol team. The team captain is the Avatar of Gluttony and one of the strongest demons in the Devildom, but you end up becoming unlikely friends—what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: A bit of angst and jealousy, resolved romantic tension, some cursing, minor references to blood/injury/violence. Reader pronouns: you/your, they/them.

— As Diavolo's philosophies start to have long-term, lasting impacts on the entire Devildom, more demons from outside the bustling metropolis join RAD's roster. The day you walk into your first class, a transfer from one of the outer rings, no one really cares. You're just a new face in a crowd of many. New students are always treated with some level of skepticism: how long will it take for you to get bored and return to wherever you came from, like so many others do?

— A couple weeks pass by and it becomes clear that the school's novelty isn't a passing fancy for you. The other students start to warm up to you, and you dive head-first into student life to get to know them. You join study groups in the library after school, you volunteer for some of the campus clubs, and you sign up for the upcoming season's Fangol tryouts.

— Beel watches the new hopefuls as they're put through rigorous drills and mock games to test their abilities. You might not be the most powerful demon that signed up, but your agility is impressive as you weave quickly through the other demons in a blur. You would fill a weak spot in the current team's line-up. Beel casts his vote when he and the other veteran players are asked for their nominations. With his endorsement, you're officially drafted onto the team—on a trial basis, of course.

— Beel sees it as his responsibility to help new players acclimate to the team. He's not only team captain, but he's also one of the Avatars of Sin. Leadership and responsibility naturally fall onto his shoulders, and it's something he takes seriously.

— There's a lot of pressure for the team to perform well due to Fangol's popularity in the Devildom, and Beel doesn't want to lose good talent due to petty nonsense. He makes sure that new teammates aren't put through any embarrassing hazing rituals and that everyone remains respectful, as much as competitive demons can be.

— Your place as a RAD student and a new member of the team feels legitimized after the season's first game ends in a landslide victory. You're invited to the rowdy after party, and it feels like you finally belong.

— It's natural that you gravitate towards your teammates for company and friendship off the field too. You pair with them for class projects and sit near them in the cafeteria at lunch. Sometimes Beel invites you to sit in the empty chair next to him while his twin naps across the table. You muffle your giggles behind your hand as Beel slowly steals food off Belphie's neglected lunch tray. You offer him some of your lunch too, and he nudges your shoulder in thanks.

— Your friendship with the Avatar of Gluttony slowly grows from there. You sit with Beel at lunch time more often than not, and you offer him leftovers because you know he doesn't like it when good food goes to waste.

— You're both terrible at Seductive Speechcraft but you pair together for practical demonstrations anyway. If you're going to bomb that class, you might as well have fun doing it. You laugh so hard after his poor attempt to "woo" you with the promise of Gigadeath Burgers that you nearly topple sideways out of your seat. You wipe the tears from your eyes and suggest he try sweeping you off your feet next time because those muscular arms of his are irresistible. It's meant to be a joke, but you bite your lip and turn away bashfully while the faintest bit of pink colours his cheeks. (He would give that little remark of yours a passing grade if he could.)

— It's a bit awkward at first, but you quickly get used to seeing your teammates in various states of undress in the locker room before or after a game. You don't mean to stare at Beel sometimes, but it's hard not to linger on his bare chest when he tugs his sweaty jersey over his head, or when his towel hangs low on his hips after he walks out of the shower room. You're not attuned to lust the way you are to some of your other sins, but you can still recognize the little sparks of attraction and desire that tingle in your belly whenever you see him.

— (You're so focused on trying to ignore those feelings for him that you don't notice how his heated gaze starts to follow you too.)

— Things get a little strange at a party following another victorious game. You know in theory that Beel has fans and admirers and the occasional side piece, but it never bothered you until now. Watching them paw at his chest and lean forward to whisper their sultry desires into his ear puts you on edge. You grit your teeth and set down your drink before you're tempted to do something stupid, like throw it against the wall in frustration. You leave the party early, offering a curt farewell to some of your teammates on your way out the door. You don't dare look over your shoulder at Beel and whoever he's with—you doubt he'll even notice you're gone anyway.

— Things are awkward after the party. You still do group work together when you're asked to partner up, but he notices that you're tense and pensive. You have to unclench your jaw when you need to give him short, perfunctory replies whenever he asks you something. You dodge his attempts at small talk and you don't joke around or laugh like you used to. You avoid the cafeteria at lunch completely, feigning some excuse about needing to study in the library instead.

— Your performance on the field suffers too. Your movements are sharper with a type of aggression he's never seen from you before. Your plays are rough, reckless, and almost dangerous. You earn more fouls in a single practice than you have all season. He pulls you off the field for a time out while the others pretend not to eavesdrop on your argument.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" His arms are crossed over his chest. He doesn't mean to yell, but he's disappointed by your performance. You're being too careless, you could get hurt. He tries to mask his own confusion with anger—it feels like you're changing into someone he doesn't recognize. You've been avoiding him, and he doesn't like it. He hates it. He might be your team captain, but he's also your friend and he misses you terribly. He tries to remind himself to be professional, but it seems neither of you are feeling very professional today.

"I'm fine," you mutter angrily, staring at the grass while you kick at it with your cleats.

He takes a couple deep breaths and rubs his face tiredly. "Look, I can tell you're upset about something, and I'm worried about you. We're friends, aren't we? If there's something bothering you, you can talk to me."

He clasps his hand on your shoulder, but you shrug it off and step back out of arm's reach. "There's nothing to talk about." The words sound more venomous than you intended, and you dampen the urge to apologize when something like pain flickers across his expression.

Beel's voice trembles with poorly-concealed frustration when he dismisses you. "Then maybe you should take today off and come back when you're ready to smarten up." He turns away and storms onto the field without looking back.

— Beel's teammates might be too intimidated to ask what's going on between the two of you, but his brother isn't. Belphie knows all about you, of course. He wrongly assumed you were just a new fling who was too clingy for their own good, the way you and Beel seemed joined at the hip at times. He realized it was more than that when Beel kept bringing you up in the sappiest, love-stricken tone he's ever heard. It wasn't any of his business and he had no reason to interfere as long as his brother was happy.

— Beel stomps into the dining room after practice that night and jabs his food angrily with his fork, but his aura radiates hurt and pain, like his heart's been ripped in two. Belphie decides he might need to step in after all.

"Hey, I was trying to watch my show—ow! Belphie, what the hell is that for?!"

Beel glances up from his homework when his bedroom door slams open. Levi stumbles through the doorway and continues yelling at Belphie who follows him inside. He brushes past a very disgruntled Levi and flops down on his own bed with a yawn.

"Beel's friend is mad at him, and I think you can help him figure out why," Belphie mumbles sleepily as he gets comfy in his pile of pillows.

Levi grumbles something about gross normie nonsense as Beel frowns. "What is he talking about?"

Levi gestures in Beel's general direction. "That friend of yours, the one you've been emo about lately—I've been getting, you know, vibes from them." He covers his mouth with his arm and narrows his eyes. "What did you do to make them so jealous? I'd be impressed if it wasn't so annoying and believe me, I've tried to ignore it."

Beel wants to argue that there's no reason why you'd be jealous, but then he remembers the party almost two weeks ago. He hoped to ask you out for dinner, but one of his old hook-ups tried to get his attention and offer themselves for a little bit of fun. By the time he brushed them off as politely as he could and looked for you, you had already left.

He runs his hand through his hair and wonders how he missed all the signs. Now that he thinks about it, it seems so obvious. "I think there might've been a...misunderstanding," he admits awkwardly.

Levi wrinkles his nose. "Well whatever it is, you might still have a chance to fix things so good luck, I guess."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Beel asks curiously when his brother turns to leave.

Levi pauses in the doorway and glances at him over his shoulder. "If they really hated you, you'd be talking to Satan right now instead of me."

— Beel tosses and turns while he mulls over what Levi told him. If you were jealous because you thought he was with someone else, that meant you liked him, right? As more than a friend? His mind raced with the implications, and then he let himself get carried away imagining the possibilities.

— His stomach rumbles from nerves from a frustrating day and a disappointing dinner. He tries to go to sleep but Belphie's quiet snores across the room don't calm him the way they usually do. He feels unsettled, plagued with uncertainty and doubt.

— He's not sure what made him reach for his D.D.D. but he regrets texting you as soon as he hits Send. It's late and you should be sleeping by now. What if he wakes you up? He doesn't have to ponder his guilt for very long because his phone pings with a reply not long after.

You: It's late. Are you okay?

Beel: I couldn't sleep.

You: Yeah, me neither.

Beel: I don't like how things have been between us. I'm sorry.

You: I'm sorry too. I haven't been in the best of moods lately and I shouldn't have snapped earlier. You were right to bench me today, I was out of line.

Beel: I appreciate that, but I meant I was sorry about the party.

Beel: I know it looked bad with that other demon, but nothing happened. I should've realized sooner that's what made you upset.

You: I guess there's no point denying it now, huh?

You: Was it that obvious?

Beel: No. My brothers helped me figure that part out.

You: Well, that's embarrassing.

Beel: If I told you that you're cute when you're jealous...

You: I wasn't cute, I was being ridiculous.

Beel: I can't stop thinking about how ridiculous and not-cute you are then.

You: Don't say things like that.

Beel: Why not? It's true.

You: If you were this smooth in class, you'd be passing with flying colours.

Beel: :)

You: Anyway, that's not the point.

You: We have a game tomorrow and we should both get some sleep. Maybe we can talk about this properly, in person.

Beel: How about tomorrow night after the game?

You: Sure.

Beel: We can go out for dinner after, just the two of us.

You: Like a date?

Beel: Yeah, a date.

You: I'm looking forward to it.

Beel: Me too. Sweet dreams.

— Neither of you bring up the fight or your late-night conversation, but things already seem a bit better when you see each other at RAD the next day. You go to the cafeteria to have lunch for the first time in nearly a week, and Beel waves you over as soon as he sees you walk through the doorway. He saved the seat beside him with his school bag, almost like he was hoping you'd show up.

— The other members of the team are relieved to see that whatever is going on between the two of you is on its way to being resolved. The mood in the locker room before the game that night is light-hearted, spirited and boisterous. They write off the fight between you and Beel as a little lover's squabble (though none of them tell you that).

— The excitement in the air for tonight's game is almost palpable. It's almost the end of the season and the games are getting more intense as competition grows fierce. The stands are filled to the brim with fans for both teams. Beel waves to someone as you follow him to the field, and you peer into the crowd to see who's caught his attention. All his siblings are watching, and one of them—you think it's Asmodeus—is waving a giant sign with Beel's name written in glitter paint.

— Beel is on the sidelines for the first quarter, but he wishes you good luck as you jog past him to join your team on the field. You take your position in the offensive line-up and bounce on your heels. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as the whistle blows and the ball is thrown into play. No matter what you try to tell yourself, you know it's your dinner date with Beel that has your heart racing. The first offensive maneuver is called and you sprint into action as the crowd cheers.

— Beel watches as both teams clash to try and gain control of the ball. There's a sudden flash of light in the middle of the field before the game descends into chaos. The crowd is in an uproar as the referees' whistles ring out across the stadium. Beel heads onto the field to try and break up the brawl that's erupted between the two teams, but it's not until he tears through the melee that he realizes you're on the ground while one of the medics kneels beside you.

"Beel, I'm fine," you mumble as he leads you off the field towards the bench. The rejuvenation potion the medic gave you is starting to kick in, but it still feels like the world is spinning a bit too quickly for your liking. Your face is smudged with dirt from the fall earlier and there's a small gash across your arm. No one's ever managed to jinx you before.

"I'll feel a lot better if I know you're resting," he says as he helps you sit down. When you open your mouth to protest, he touches the back of his hand to your cheek. "Please, just take it easy, okay? For me."

You can't say no to that. It feels like your face is on fire and you look back out onto the field to avoid his eyes. His gaze was concerned earlier, but now they're bright with warmth and affection. It almost hurts to look at how bright he can be sometimes.

"If it'll make you happy, I'll take a break," you offer mildly, darting your eyes up to his before looking away again. Your heart flutters in your chest and telling yourself it's just adrenaline isn't convincing anymore. "I'll be fine, really." You nod your head towards the group of players milling about. "Do me a favour and get 'em back for me, will you? I was supposed to have a date tonight and they've made a mess of me."

"Don't worry, I plan to." A predatory smirk curls his lips and the tips of his fangs peek through. The glint in his eye is dangerous; it promises violence and bloodshed. It would be terrifying if you didn't know him as well as you do.

He returns to the field as the teams take their places. His assistant captain whispers something in his ear that makes Beel's aura crackle with power. You might not know which player took you out of the game, but it seems that Beel does. The demons on the other team realize they should've forfeited when they had the chance, but the whistle blows and it's too late for mercy.

You lean against the railing as Beel leads the next offensive play. His wings flutter rapidly at his back as he moves with single-minded purpose towards the other team's defensive line. They have no idea what's coming, and you almost feel bad for them.

Almost.

As soon as your team scores the final goal of the game, you head towards the locker room to shower and change. You brought a nice outfit to wear for your date with Beel, but you leave it tucked away in your locker—you're not sure you're up to going out tonight after all. The dizziness is gone, but your body still aches from the spell that sent you plummeting to the ground. You stand under the showerhead as hot water cascades over your body. It rinses sweat and dirt off your skin until it swirls down the drain at your feet.

You throw on a comfortable change of clothes instead of your date outfit—a RAD t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants—and step out of the shower area. You yelp in surprise when you spot Beel sitting in the locker room. He looks up when he hears you approach, and the hard lines etched on his face soften. At some point he stripped off his jersey while he waited, but he's filthy and desperately needs a shower too. There's mud in his hair and smears of blood on his face. (Things got a little violent in the second half of the game, and more than one player on the opposing team had to be carried off the field on a stretcher.)

"I'm not sure tonight's a good night to go out for dinner after all," you admit as you drop your bag on the bench beside him. "I'm okay postponing our date if you are."

He doesn't look surprised. He actually looks relieved. "It was a long day," he agrees quietly, looking you over for any signs you might still be in discomfort or pain. "What about staying in tonight instead? I know a great place that offers delivery—my treat."

He holds out his hand to you, and you smile bashfully when you place your hand in his. "My place is more private than yours, if you want to come over and—"

A loud growl suddenly erupts from Beel's stomach and echoes off the walls in the locker room. You burst out into a fit of laughter, and he can't help but laugh too. He clears his throat and heads to his locker to grab his gym bag so he can change. "What you said, about going to your place—I think that's a great idea." He ignores the heat in his cheeks and pretends he's not red as a tomato.

Your eyes are alight with amusement and a bit of mischief. "The sooner you get ready, the sooner we can eat," you tell him when you push him playfully towards the showers. "Something tells me you're hungry," you joke, glancing at his belly with a grin.

He leans into your space so his voice rumbles close to your ear. "I'm starving."

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I'm working on two of my NH asks ATM, sorry for the longer delay I'm super sleepy because of work and insomnia!! Also it's been a couple of nights that my cats have been waking me up.

Putting a bit of a hold on my remaining requests for Nightmare Harem, because I'm going ti have an overdose otherwise

When you want to post about other fandoms but they're so much bigger and it's scary

PROJECT ELDARYA

Hi everyone, I'm so excited to be able to post this, for all the time and effort it took, but it's finally here.

What is Project Eldarya? In simple words it is an interactive fan-fic rewrite of “Eldarya : A New Era”

DISCLAMER : this fan-fic is based on the Eldarya game, so all its characters, music, scenery and general elements belong to Beemoov and Chinomiko.

This project is completely FREE, as well as all the episodes that will be uploaded [EVERY EPISODE WILL BE UPLOADED IN ENGLISH AND SPANISH]

I hope you enjoy it and also that those who download and play it leave me your comments, complaints or criticisms, so I can improve it.

DOWNLOAD : if you fear for what you may be downloading on your PC I inform you that it is a POWER POINT file and you only need to have POWER POINT to be able to play, nothing else. I will upload the episodes directly to the cloud as soon as I finish them and translate them to English.

At the date of this writing [03-09-2024] only the PROLOGUE is uploaded and soon I will upload [Episode 1]

Please, any doubt, query, complaint or whatever, feel free to write in this post or directly by private message.

HAVE FUN!

[captures of the prologue]

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Please send me requests I'm bored

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Okay yeah I'm starting college in 9 days, I'm not mentally ready