𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

marks • akira x ryo

photo: zerwigpark on ig

a/n: HIII omg y'all how are you doing?? i hope you guys are doing well, drinking water and eating and all bc if ur not i'll 🤜💥 y'all sike BUT YALL BETTER BE FUCKIN TAKIN CARE OF YOURSELVES TAKE BREAKS AND DO SUMN THAT'LL RELAX YOU 👹👹👹

anyways tea from this week time 🥰 I STARTED BULLYING INCELS please i encountered 4 of em today and just made fun and told them off 🙄 personal life got kinda busy these few days be we getting there 🤞 oh and a dude was talkin to me and y'all never trust a mf who ask u "wyd" like red flag 😐 RED FLAG 😐 i was tryna read the devilman manga i got and i told the mf i was reading and he was like "maybe you can read it to me as a bed time story 🥺" NO IM NOT YOUR MOTHER LEAVE ME ALONE. also rewatched DMCB this week #broken #emo 🖤 ⛓

anyways thank u again for reading my stories, i really do appreciate it and love everyone of y'all 💖💖💖

warnings/about story: gay gay homosexual gay, different life/au, referencing DMCB, making fun of ryo 🤞

word count: 2000+

empty the home was, vacant as it resided in on the secluded hill side. it was sizable, so spacious and lonesome for just one person to live. the only company the owner would have would be the echos of their own footsteps. plush trees of green hid the home from anyone who would pass by in this hillside. unwelcoming it seemed to be, alike the horror house down the street that many children had assembled to create theories of who resided. a scary witch, an ogre perhaps. silly childish imagination would run wild about the monster house. though, it was no monster by heart that was heading to the house.

fights with demons and devils were constant, daily almost as akira had never been able to really settle down and take a break. an old man he felt as his muscles ache with soreness. with the plump moon shining the early hours of the nights, anyone should be asleep now. now it was time for crickets to cheer their lullaby, rest tired eyes, rest tired bodies, rest your tired self. akira longed for the comfort of a soft bed with his whole heart. shagged clothes and spots of grime served as evidence of a victorious battle between him and beings of pure evil. heavy eyes dropping and sagged as ryo carefully guided akira to his home.

the once empty house was now illuminated, two shadows on the wall belonging to ryo and akira as the light from the outside cascaded indoors. finally, rest would be close to their finger tips. stepping inside ryo had kicked the door closed as he looked down at ryo's slumped form. the poor devilman was drained, leaning close to ryo searching for comfort. his hand slid down to the small of his back, soothingly rubbing it in order to ease the tight tension from the constant blows akira had taken to his enemies.

"akira..." voice soft and gentle, akira hummed as his reply, "go shower, i'll be in bed soon." akira unwillingly let go of his friend, trudging with his head down to ryo's bedroom. as ryo leaned against the wall with his arms folded, he closed his eyes waiting for the sound of running water.

ryo had taken off his trench coat, resting the article on the rack before stepping into his kitchen. pops of bones were heard in the quietness as he stretched his arms upwards, reaching for nothing really. just to relieve the stress and pressure from his own aching body. his fingers rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked up to the cabinets. deciding on making tea for akira. ryo had been doing these kind gestures more often, why exactly? subconsciously he knows, with his tinted ears whenever the devilman smiled at him. or the shock he'd feel when akira accidentally brush his hands against his. his actions were just out of generosity is what ryo told himself, nothing more than subtle gestures to tell akira "i appreciate having you as my friend."

heated water seeped a burning sensation through the mug, noticing the slight burn to his fingers ryo placed the cup down. catching his own eyes in the ripples of the water now spilling with a new color.