(A/n)
Hey, bbies
Xbbx sent me a prompt (like always, thank God she does that) and how could I refuse doing a demon AU-
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"...You're not the devil."
"Exactly, I'm just a demon he hired to deal with emo brats like you who think selling your soul is a good idea."
"And what will you do?"
"Help you finding a way on how to get what you want or something." I shrug turning my attention to the pentagram on the floor, five candles around it.
"Help? Aren't demons, like, supposed to be bad and shit?" He asks in confusion and surprise. I hold back a chuckle.
"Not all angels are good and not all demons are bad." I raise my eyebrows and he lets out a small 'oh' while nodding, still surprised. "But doesn't mean bad shit isn't coming up." I let out the chuckle seeing him widen his eyes in a kind of fear. "What's your name, by the way?" I ask checking the place I'm in. A bedroom. Full of posters and drawings on the walls. God, he's really an emo. But who isn't over here?
"I thought you already knew...?" He asks me and I roll my eyes. He tenses up when I step out of the pentagram and sit down on his bed.
"I have better things to do than to research about every human soul."
"Huh..." He says eyeing me nervously.
I sigh, looking up at him with a bored face on. "Look, if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be burning in hell. Literally."
"Okay..." He breathes. I can notice the moment his shoulders relax but he continues fidgeting with his hoodie's sleeves ends. "I'm Frank. Do you have a name...?" I furrow my eyebrows, confused - why wouldn't I have a name? He presses his lips together and looks down.
"My name's (y/n)." I say and he nods. "Whatever and what did you want to exchange your soul for?" I ask laying back on the bed.
"I want to get a new guitar. Like, it's really expensive." He says with certain hope.
"You'd exchange your soul for that?!" I ask propping up on my elbows. Frank jumps a bit in surprise of my voice tone raising and shifts uncomfortably under the look of disbelief I shoot him. "Wow, Satan would have all the souls in the world if my job didn't exist and he took them without thinking twice!"
"Oh, I know I'm really stupid..." He says quietly.
"Sorry, okay?" I say in an attempt to lighten up his mood again. "You just didn't think much. Hm, eh, what guitar?" I say in a softer tone.
"A Flying V or an Explorer custom ones." He says and I nod.
"Watch." I say sitting up. I snap my fingers and make some dollar bills appear between my index finger and thumb one - actually, I just create an illusion of them, they're not real - and then shake my hand, making them disappear.
Frank's reaction is priceless. His chin falls at the same time his eyes widen and a gasp leaves his mouth. He runs towards me as soon as the 'bills' disappear and holds my hand, looking between me and it, as if I've hidden them somewhere and he wants to find it. "H-How did you do that? C-Can I have the money?" He leans forward, his forehead almost touching mine.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I say chuckling. I place a hand on his forehead and push him back lightly, until he's about five inches away. He continues confused, looking down at my hand but I let my hand - the one that's on his face - fall to his chin and I place my index finger under it, making him look up and eventually make eye contact with me. "Nothing is for free, remember, dear?" I open a big grin.
"O-Oh." He says. Frank's grip around my hands tighten for a moment. His eyebrows furrow and he chews down on his bottom lip, thinking. "And what do you want...?"
"How you're a cute guy, I'll do what you want if you let me use your voice for a day." I say bending my head down and looking at him through his eyelashes, making myself as convincing as possible.
His breathe hitches as he tenses up and pauses, staring at me for a silent moment. "Alright. When?"
"Starting now." I say letting go of him and checking the clock over his bedside table. "Eleven thirty-two, now go to sleep that you'll have a funny day tomorrow." I say smiling wide and standing up. I stand beside the door, leaning back against the wall while watching him.
Without reaction, he inhales deeply before finally moving. Frank sits on his bed, under his covers and looks up at me. "You'll be there the whole night?"
"Yeah." I agree. "I won't do anything, don't worry. You didn't ask for much, so I'm not taking much from you." I explain and he nods. He starts leaning back but sits up again when remembering to turn off the lights. I do it for him and smirk hearing his gasp when the room gets dark. "Good night." I say using his voice and can practically feel his surprise myself.
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"Okay, so, apparently, you're having your friends over today, yeah?" I ask Frank as I watch him making coffee for himself. He nods and I hum. "It'll be fun."
"When will I get the guitar?" He asks turning around to face me with a cup in hands.
"As soon as I get what I want." I grin while biting down on my bottom lip, finding it funny the way his face shows how scared and regretful he is. Poor guy. I'm almost feeling bad for him. Almost.
It's around two in the afternoon when his friends are finally over and I watch as two sit down on the couch I'm not laying on and another one on the armchair. Frank's surprised when they don't react to me there. "They can't see me, sweetheart." I say and he nods, shortly, sitting on the free space over the other couch.
Frank offers them the pizza that sits over the coffee table. "I've ordered three different ones because I didn't know what flavors would you guys want."
Oh, if it isn't an opportunity I've got of using Frank's voice. "And how many would I need to get your starving asses full, but I don't think I have enough money to order all the pizza in the world."
The four tense up immediately and the one that sits beside him, stops midway in reaching for a pizza slice and looks back at Frank. In real, everyone looks at Frank with a confused look while he sits there frozen.
"H-Hm, I mean, I'm just kidding, I wanted to lighten up the mood." Frank breathes a chuckle, averting his eyes' aim to the floor.
"...Okay." Another one of his friends answers while the others shrug; all of them returning to their previous activities. At this moment, Frank looks at me and gives me a stare as if wanting to scold me with it. I shrug, throwing my hands in the air. - We've talked about this, haven't we?
"Wow, it's been forever since I don't eat pizza or something like this." The guy in glasses says, breathing a chuckle before taking a bite of the pizza slice he's got in hands.
"Really?" I speak up again. "Do you even eat anything at all? Thank God I made sure the windows are closed over here, I don't want you flying around." Man, the surprised faces the guys have on are the second best thing. They just lose to Frank's embarrassed face.
The guy in glasses turns to Frank and raises an eyebrow at him. "What's wrong with you, dude?"
Frank looks down. "I-I'm sorry, I-I just-" He shakes his head, muttering "Nevermind, sorry." And I chuckle watching his friend keeping looking at him for a moment and then returning his attention to the TV.
They start a conversation, with me always making some small comments here and there and seeing the three growing angry and annoyed. Hey, it's the best fun I've had in months.
"...Frank, I don't think your comments are being that pleasing." The guy whose name I've learned to be Ray says with a small frown.
"Staring at y'all's faces everyday isn't really pleasing either." I retort in the best annoyed voice I can, grinning. I can see the exact time Gerard loses it and stands up, looking down at Frank with widened eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" He asks, angrily. "Hell, Frank, that's awful! What's got on you?"
Frank gasps, widening his eyes. "Look, I'm s-"
"Y'know what," Gerard interrupts Frank. "I'll let it away this time because I know you're not like this. There has to be something wrong with you! But I'm also not staying here to listen to all this bullshit!" He turns around and starts moving towards the front door. - Hell, the tension on the room is so heavy, so... good. - Mikey sighs sharply, following the other. Ray stays there for a moment longer and shoots Frank a sad, exasperated look before standing up two to follow the two. I sit up on the couch to watch the three leave the house.
"Why?" Frank asks loudly and I turn to face him.
"What?" I ask smiling and watching as his face contorts in anger, forming a small cute pout.
"Cynical!" He says standing up and pointing at me. "You just screwed up my nest friendships! Y-You were so stupid! I don't want the deal anymore! I didn't agree for that-"
"Hey, hey." My tone and expression get serious. Standing up, I walk towards him and keep doing so until he has his back pressed to a wall. I lean forward, keeping my eyes on his in an intense stare. It clearly makes Frank uncomfortable. I press my forearm to the wall, right beside his head. I'm able to feel his breathe over my face.
"That's not how things work and you know that. We agreed that I'd use your voice for a day and I'm doing so. You've already closed the deal with me and there's no turning back. It's not me the imprudent one who thought it'd be a good idea to exchange their soul for a fucking stupid guitar and agreed in lending a demon their voice without thinking about the consequences, alright? So keep that damn mouth shut before I lose my patience with you and both of us go to hell in a minute."
Frank's eyebrows are furrowed as he looks up at me. The expression he has on is of fear and anger - with some other hidden ones. The anger rises and it's noticeable by the corner of his mouth and some other face muscles twitching before he raises a fist.
"When did I fall asleep? How did I get here?" Frank asks and I look down at him. He lays on the couch with his head on my lap while I play with his hair. Not replying, I just smile wide. "What has- oh." He says and his expression falls when he remembers what happened earlier. Sitting up, he turns to look at me as sighs. "Well, I guess I was just really dumb after all. I don't know if I'm thankful or not for the devil having people like you."
I consider for a moment telling him what I've really done but I don't.
"What time is it...?" Frank mutters more to himself as he checks the time on his phone. "I guess you've still got about an hour, huh? Why don't you go around pretending to be me and ruining my life even more?" He says crossing his arms and sinking on the couch.
Eh, that's kinda annoying. He does something clearly wrong without thinking twice and then complains about the consequences. - Sighing, I roll my eyes and rest my arm over the couch's backrest. "C'mon, Frank, you just need to think better about what you do."
"Can't I be sad about the friendships I've just lost?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Hey, I won't apologize but I can assure you everything will turn out fine." I say making an 'ok' sign.
"How?" He raises his voice again, looking at me angrily. "Everything is going downhill."
"If Earth was flat, people's lives wouldn't be going downhill." I laugh at my own joke and at his face, which is red from anger.
"Stop laughing! It isn't time for jokes!" He exclaims.
"Or what?" I ask doing the opposite of what he said, with a stupid face on.
He sits up straight on the couch, "I'll-"
"You really think you can do something?" I ask grabbing his face with both hands and pressing his cheeks together. "Hey, I like your face, you're actually cute." I chuckle and watch him blushing.
"Hell, what've I got myself into?" He mutters.
"Now, that's the right question." I nod letting go of his face and running a hand through his hair. As he quiets down, I sense he's hurt. God, why can't I handle seeing him like this? I sigh. " Okay, I'll tell you what's really happening. I created this whole situation but I've taken the moment's memory away from your friends. Discord at all and memories are some of the things I need the most. With this, I've gotten bad vibes during everything and memories full of it from three people at once, everyone wins." I grin.
"Really?" He asks, looking at my eyes again. Happiness - yet an uncertain one - now present on his eyes.
"Yes." I breathe, with a pressed lips smile. "I'm not sorry for earlier but I can guarantee they won't remember a thing." I grin.
"Oh..." He blinks a few times. "There's no sense in thanking you, but... thanks, still." He says quietly and I smile softly, gazing at him. Out of sudden, his phone goes off. Alarm. It's eleven thirty-two once again. He dismisses it and places his phone away. "Well," I say standing up from the couch and looking down at Frank. "my work is done over here. Just check on your bedroom." Heh, I'm kinda sad for leaving, he's a nice human. I'm about to go back to hell when I decide to so something first. "Hey, I want a last thing from you."
His eyes widen. "It better not be-" He's interrupted as I bend down and press my lips to his for a few seconds. I pull away to see his face red as his eyes are widened. An expression I've seen far too much on his face.
I chuckle. "See yah, Frank." I say before fading away in black flames.
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