Reminder To:

Headcanon that post-game Astarion (Good Ending), regardless of whether or not he finds a way to cure his vampirism, decides to spend the rest of his life trying to make amends for what Cazador made him do by devoting himself to investigating and stopping human trafficking and forced prostitution rings and networks, as well as either hunting down himself or creating a guild or organization that specifically hunts down vampires and specifically powerful vampire lords.

I can also see him maybe trying to come up with some sort of rehabilitation system for vampire spawn after their masters are destroyed. At the very least I can see Astarion giving them the option: either be good and don't kill any people or turn anybody, or be on the receiving end of a Daylight spell.

And I love this because this can work with either him finding a way to reverse his vampirism and become a normal Elf again; with his background as a magistrate he'd be able to tackle these issues with the entire judiciary system behind him, while also rooting out the corruption within the system itself.

But if he was stuck as a vampire for the rest of his existence then I can just as easily see him becoming some sort of night stalking vigilante, using his centuries of experience targeting potential victims and luring them into the darkness to instead protect potential victims, and instead hunting and stalking the monsters that would prey on them (**insert Batman and/or Angel joke here**).

Part 1 of portrait sketches

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i saw something like playing truth or dare and having to kiss the prettiest person in the room and thought you’d do this great with the om boys! thank you if you end up accepting this request!!

"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the older brothers

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1k | rated t | m.list | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

a/n: okay this was super fun to write omg i hope you enjoy. my inbos is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

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diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor

you're on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve

“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board

the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?” 

you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can

solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.” 

you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room. 

“no, mc does it or gets punished for chickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle. 

“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick. 

lucifer watches you look between him and his brothers, curiosity burning in his chest. he wants to say that you don’t have to do this, to make solomon choose something else - he should say that, but there's a deep part of him that needs to know how this will end.

you bite your lip, worrying it between your teeth and he wishes he were a better man.

lucifer watches with rapt anticipation as you stand, walking in his direction. but diavolo and simeon sit on either side, both likely candidates.

“u-um,” you say, coming to a stop in front of him! “may i?”

at any other point in time he’d be smooth, suave, but surprise has struck him dumb and he can only nod. you lean down, carefully moving closer, and lucifer knows he should shut his eyes but he can’t, enraptured by the sight of you.

the kiss is chaste and brief, nothing to write him about, but lucifer knows it’ll haunt him at night.

cheers erupt from around him as you pull back, likely embarrassed, and just look at him for a moment.

perhaps lucifer should be offended that you think he’s pretty. a thousand words have been used to describe him over the decades, but to his knowledge pretty was never one of them. but he’s rather touched instead.

you duck your head, returning back to your seat. and lucifer can hardly pay attention to the continuation of the game, too preoccupied with remembering how your breath had fanned his cheek, how your soft heat had surrounded him.

he’ll be damned if that’s his last kiss with you, he resolves, and diavolo nudges him mischievously, no doubt aware of where his thoughts have gone.

mammon can’t help giving you a cocky grin, making a come-hither motion playfully. to his surprise, you actually do, stepping carefully over belphie, who’s on the floor, resting his back on the base of the couch he’s sitting on.

“not how i imagined our first kiss, but i’ll take it,” mammon says, joking to hide his nerves. he still can’t believe that you’d approached him. maybe it was because he was the safe choice.

either way, it felt like a dream come true.

“not how i imagined it either,” you say with a little laugh, and mammon short circuits, because you had imagined it too?

you lean down, pressing your lips to his, and mammon feels like all of his bones settle, like fireworks are acting beneath his skin. all-too-soon you pull away, and he can’t help but follow you before he gets a hold of himself.

catcalls and yells sound from around the room, perhaps some cries of outrage, but mammon can’t bring himself to care, instead focused on the way you still lean over at him, looking down at him with a glint in your eyes.

“nice as that was,” you say lowly, only so he can hear, “and believe me, it was nice, i’d much rather try again when we’re alone.”

a strangled noise escapes mammon and you smile, moving back to your seat like nothing had happened, like you hadn’t just turned him into a new man with a single press of your lips. god, he loves you.

levi deflates when he hears the dare, knowing he’s out of the running. in a room filled with all of them, he’d never get picked. he can’t even bring himself to watch, staring at his lap.

it’s only when you cough slightly that he looks up. you rub the ack of your neck, bashful. “is it alright if i kiss you?”

“m-me?” levi asks, looking behind him as if anyone would be there. of course, there’s no one. you nod.

“i mean, as long as you’re cool with it, yeah.”

“you think i’m the prettiest?” he can’t help but confirm, and you smile a little bit.

“i mean, duh. you don’t give yourself enough credit, you know.”

you’ve got to be pranking him. except, you’re not that mean. so that would make you… serious? oh my god, he’s going to die! you think he’s pretty!

“you can, uh, you can kiss me,” he manages slyly, and you cup his face, hands warm against his jaw. he’s frozen as you lean down, eyes sliding shut. your lips finally touch his after what seems like an eternity of waiting, and levi instantly feels boneless, melting into your gentle, almost reverent touch.

you pull away, and his eyes snap open. levi stares up at you, eyes wide, and you seem to remember yourself, hands falling away from his face embarassedly. he already misses them.

the room is in a clamor but he can only think of you, only watch as you give him a little smile before returning to your seat, unable to meet his eyes for more than a few moments during the rest of the game. not that he’s able to meet yours for any longer.

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