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The bells of Heaven didn’t ring for midnight. They never had. Lute knew this because she was sitting alone on a balcony of polished cloudstone, watching a sky that refused to change. No sunset. No countdown. No fireworks clawing color into the firmament. Heaven remained achingly, offensively eternal, perfect light stretched into infinity, untouched by the concept of ending.
That was the point, she supposed. Still. She held the glass tighter than necessary. The drink was Peter’s idea. A New Year’s celebration, he’d said, smiling too wide, trying too hard. The mortals do it. Thought it might be… grounding. Grounding. In Heaven. Lute almost laughed when she’d heard it.
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Heaven doesn’t celebrate New Year’s.
It doesn’t count down. It doesn’t change.
But this year, at Peter’s suggestion, they try.
Lute spends the night alone on a balcony overlooking Hell, the same night that once meant extermination. The same night Adam used to laugh and call a game.- Language:
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Something was wrong.
He sat up.
A dull ache threaded through his back and shoulders, as if the mattress had not yielded properly beneath him. His skin felt too sensitive — each touch of the bedsheets a quiet assault. No internal fire of power, no lurking whispers of souls or sin. No darkness curled at his fingertips.
Sebastian stood, bare feet against the cold floor, and immediately felt the loss: his strength was gone. Where once he moved with inhuman fluidity, he now stood on trembling legs.
His eyes snapped to the mirror.
Gone were the faint crimson embers that used to glow in his irises. In their place: plain, human eyes. A rich brown, but unremarkable. His skin had a pallor to it, but no otherworldly sheen. He looked tired. Vulnerable.
Human.
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One day, Sebastian wakes up to find himself human. Without his demonic abilities, how will he continue serving Ciel? More importantly, will he still want to?
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Adam knew something was wrong the moment the training courtyard went quiet. Not battle-ready quiet. Anticipatory quiet. He lowered his sword slowly. Across the marble expanse, four archangels stood in a very deliberate line. Radiant. Composed. Suspiciously smug. At the center was Michael, wings flared in regal gold. Beside him stood Gabriel, halo gleaming with barely-contained amusement. On the left, serene and observant, Raphael. And leaning ever so slightly toward Raphael, already grinning like this was the highlight of her millennium, Uriel.
Adam narrowed his eyes. “…Why are you all standing like that?”
Michael clasped his hands behind his back. “We have come to observe.”
“Observe what.”
Gabriel’s gaze slid past him. “To observe,” he repeated, “your teamwork.”
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Lute/Adam fluff collection of one-shots along with the other archangels teasing them.
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The fledgling had taken the tiny model of the Gluttony Ring and was chewing on it. Sera pressed her hands together. Only the slight twitch in her eye betrayed her fraying patience. “It’s quite alright. Please… just keep her from eating Gluttony.”
Across the table, Michael sat rigidly, wings bristling. “Why is it here?”
“She,” Azura corrected, panting as she pried the figurine from baby teeth. “And she didn’t want to be left alone.”
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During a high-ranking council meeting about Hell’s political instability, someone brings in a fledgling angel because no one could find a sitter. The baby keeps climbing onto the map of Hell, knocking over figurines, and calling Michael “Mom.”
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“Did she give a name?”
“Emily. No surname. And sir—she says she escaped from a private establishment. An entertainment club, for... nobles.”
Abberline’s stomach turned, though his face remained composed. He had heard whispers of such places—unmarked doors behind manicured townhouses, velvet-draped hells frequented by men whose titles insulated them from consequence. If the girl was telling the truth, then she had survived something most didn’t live to describe. “Where is she now?”
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In the underbelly of Victorian London, Inspector Fred Abberline uncovers a hidden network of trafficking and corruption stretching from back-alley clubs to the halls of nobility. When a traumatized survivor, Emily, escapes from the lavish den known as The Velvet Vein, Fred’s investigation draws him into a web of deceit where every truth has a price.
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June Of Doom 2025 by AngelBoy007
Fandom BAD END THEATER (Video Game), Bendy and the Ink Machine, Dangan Ronpa Series, Dream SMP, Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Henry Stickmin Series (Video Games), Kindergarten (Video Games 2017 2019), Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Lucifer (TV), New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, The Mandela Catalogue (Web Series), Undertale (Video Game), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
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The life drained out of his vision as the searing pain of the knife slicing through his chest clouded his thoughts. Blood began dripping from his mouth as he eventually started to choke on it. Nifty’s laughter echoed through his mind. Silence met him as Adam’s body began to weaken, he tried to fight it. He can’t die, not now, not here. Charlie’s shocked, horrified face as his body slumped to the ground was the last thing that Adam saw as he died. His eyes remained open as he took his last breath.
Game over, or so Adam thought.
Adam’s eyes opened slowly, but he was not where he died. He was still in hell. Adam looked at his hands, no blood, but something looked… off. Claws replaced his usual fingers. As he looked over his body, a horrifying realisation set in. He was in hell, yes, but he had returned a sinner.
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The Maiden relives her trauma of being burned at the stake when she sees it happen to someone else.
Luckily, she isn't alone.
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20 Sep 2025
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Henry is a very greedy person, he's going to take what he wants.
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29 May 2025
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Cesar Torres has always been an Alternate, and Alternates weren't supposed to get attached to pitiful humans. But Mark Heathcliff wasn't pitiful, he was a friend.
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30 May 2025
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Bookmarking for later credit to a future fic with a similar premise.
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He said your name again, his expression growing more worried as seconds ticked by with you still trembling and silent.
Yoba, you had to tell him, didn’t you?
“I… I’m…” He took both of your hands in his now, giving you his own encouraging squeezes as you fumbled for the words. You swallowed thickly, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “I need to tell you something… before this goes any further.”
Elliott nodded slowly. “Al-Alright.” He chewed on his lip, searching your face. “Take your time, okay?” He smiled sweetly, reassuringly, encouragingly.
You exhaled slowly, gripping his hands tightly and closing your eyes.
Oh, please be fine with it, you thought. Please, please, please…
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Or, Elliott's 10 heart cutscene goes a little differently when the farmer feels like he needs to come out.
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28 May 2025
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Very short and sweet read.
May consider taking the idea for inspiration.