#(more at ease to open up to Lucifer and find comfort in him when in this state)

[brokendreamscreation]

Comfort Starters!

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?” (@ringmaster-morningstar )

Lowering the wings of his protective cocoon, Lucid blinked away tears. It had been some time since the seraph retreated to the King’s workshop solely to hide and calm down his frayed emotions. He hid at the front of the under desk this time at least, not crammed into the dark corner for total isolation.

Nodding, Lucid spoke softly. “H-hot chocolate would be really nice. …And…a hug? If you’re okay with that?”

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons Two

Since part one had such an explosive response (over 1K notes HOLY MOLY!), I've put some time aside to draft a few more saucy headcanons regarding the King of Hell. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT

The Royal bedroom is a great place to have a good time, but he's developed a bit of an appetite for variety over the eons, so if you're open he'd love to show you some other fun places to enjoy yourselves. It's no surprise that gardens are among his favorite spots for a quick tryst, due in no small part to personal experience, and he's had the Royal Gardens tended and laid out in such a way as to ensure there are more than a few comfortable little groves to hide in. If he plans to use one in particular for a romantic evening alone, he'll even go ahead and get it extra cozy in advance, laying out silken mats and pillows beside baskets of wine and treats to enjoy a night of indulgence together.

- He's quite at ease in the air, even when supporting the full weight of a partner, so if you're not afraid of heights... He knows all the most scenic and private skyscapes of Hell, and can guarantee the two of you won't be disturbed while he makes love to you in the clouds. With his significant experience, he can even remain aloft indoors, making an airborne quickie in the bedroom quite a regular occurrence. There's just something about having your arms around him as the two of you float weightlessly above it all that always gets him going.

- He can shapeshift any part of his body, just so you know... Sure, he manages more than fine with what he's got, but he loves mixing things up once in a while if you're down. Not only can he assume any size or form that exists, he can create whole new ones, and he thoroughly enjoys letting his creativity run a little wild. Any length, any thickness, any shape, it's all possible with a mere snap of his fingers. If you're unopposed to tentacles, or even multiple tentacles, he has ample practice on that front too.

- Making requests of his own isn't something he'll do often, but he does have one that he'll make with ample regularity, and that's for you to please sit on his face. There's just something about being completely devoted to servicing you that just gets him absolutely feral, and he can't even describe how much he enjoys it. You enjoy it too, but be warned, that level of passion from an Arch-Angel can be more than a little overwhelming. Having his hands grasping your thighs and his tongue working as if you're the last and greatest thing he'll ever taste can result in ecstasy great enough to knock one senseless, though it's always well worth it.

- As much as he enjoys fast, feral sex and the struggle to remove clothing quick enough to satiate oneself, he's also quite the fan of taking it slow on occasion. In particular, he loves to undress you piece by piece in a steady build up. You'll often find yourself in front of a mirror as he does so, as he loves to show you exactly what he adores about your body whilst he reveals you, and he'll get very handsy to emphasize his points. Though he can have his own clothes off with a wave of magic, he'll love it if you do something similar for him. The anticipation he feels with every undone golden button is enough to have him quivering by the time he's fully undressed.

[devildom-moss]

Flowers for Them (Lucifer)

Continuation of a request where MC returns the favor for the characters giving them roses. Kind of a sequel series for the Roses for You series (links here)

Lucfier x gn!MC

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +700

Pink wisteria

Lucifer had been working so hard recently, and with Diavolo’s latest project taking up much of his time outside of school, you rarely saw him over the past few weeks. Even when you offered your help, Lucifer insisted that he had everything under control.

“As long as I have you waiting for me, I can handle anything.”

His words popped into your mind as you snuck into his bedroom. You were determined to surprise him and melt his heart, and you were certain that seeing a vase of pink wisteria and you, waiting patiently for him to get home, would cause Lucifer to break into that shamefully delighted smile that only you could bring out. After setting the vase on his coffee table, you plopped down on the edge of his bed.

The entire room smelled faintly like Lucifer, but his bed clung to his scent more – or maybe his scent clung to the bed. Then again, maybe they held each other so desperately for the sole purpose of luring you into Lucifer’s bed. His scent was a comfort to you, and as the wisteria slowly perfumed the room, you found yourself inching up his bed until your face was buried into his pillows. Before you could think to pull out your phone to check on Lucifer’s whereabouts, you had fallen asleep.

When Lucifer returned, he entered his room without turning on the lights. However, the unexpected floral scent caught his attention before your gentle breathing did. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was just enough moonlight filtering in through his windows that Lucifer could see the light pink petals of the flowers you left and your familiar outline, curled up in his sheets. He sat down at the foot of his bed and stared at the flowers before turning back to you with a gentle grin. Lucifer laid back in his bed so that he could face you. His rough hand reached out for you and caressed your cheek where the moonlight had been lucky enough to touch you, casting a shadow over your face.

The gentle caress of Lucifer’s hand caused you to stir in your sleep, and as you opened your eyes, his sweet smile – the one you were hoping to see – came into focus. He patiently waited for you to adjust to your surroundings and return his grin before he inched closer and snuggled into your chest. Only when he had buried his blushing cheeks against your body did he find the strength to whisper, “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

“Good surprises, at least, right?”

“Wonderful ones. Thank you.” His tone was so soft and gentle, and you could tell that he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to someone being sweet to him like this. Diavolo had made his attempts, but it wasn’t the same. When you were kind to him, every bit of tension melted from his body – and he melted right along with it. “What kind of flowers are those?”

“You don’t know?” you scoffed – surprised that he couldn’t identify them.

“I know it’s a human world plant; give me a break. It’s dark, I’m tired, and human world flowers aren’t my forte,” he grumbled against your chest. His pouting struck you as cute, and you kissed the top of his head in response.

“They’re pink wisteria, baby boy.”

Lucifer squirmed at the pet name and quickly readjusted in your arms, hoping you wouldn’t realize the effect you had on him. “Did you pick them for a special reason, or. . . is it just because they’re pretty?”

You laughed. He was surprisingly shy today, dancing around the question he really wanted to ask. “Do you want to know what they mean?”

“Yes.” If he had not been so comfortable and at ease in your arms, Lucifer would have been mortified at how transparent he was to you. With little thought, he quietly added, “please.”

“It means a number of things: affection, tenderness, lust. It’s a symbol of devotion that can transcend death, and for humbling yourself before a lover. And it’s given to say, ‘I cling to you.’” Your grip tightened around Lucifer slightly, as if to say, “as I do now.”

Lucifer could feel his face burning and his heart racing. How were you able to make him feel like this so easily. He gulped before speaking, “Did you rest well in my bed?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty comfortable,” you admitted. “Why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got some quality sleep,” Lucifer pulled back to stare at you before continuing, “because neither of us will be getting any more rest tonight.”

Mammon | Leviathan | Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor | the others

(If there's no link, that character is coming soon-ish)

[tkpuke]

Sweet Tranquility

Pairing -Lee!Lucifer x Gender Neutral Reader

Word count - 1,293

In which Lucifer seems to be falling back into the unhealthy obsession of creating rubber ducks, which takes a toll on his sleep schedule and your relationship. You’re the only one who knows him best, so you pull out a trick that gets him to calm down and feel loved all at the same time.

This is a tickle fic. Do not read if that’s not your thing.

The clock was nearing 2 AM, rain being heard pitter-pattering on the window. It was another restless night for you, tossing and turning in your sleep to find that perfect comfy position that’ll knock you out. In the middle of your tossing and turning, you mindlessly search for Lucifer, something to hold and cuddle into since you begin to shiver a bit.

A few seconds go by, and you open your eyes to see he was yet again, not in bed. You sigh, but more in annoyance, knowing this is the third night in a row where he hasn’t been in bed, leaving you all alone. In the morning you’ve tried asking him what he’s been doing awake so late, and he eases your worries by saying he had only gone to use the bathroom. You never went out to go see for yourself, wanting to believe him. However, this night you had a gut feeling you should go search for him. Because unless he has a weird bathroom schedule he didn’t tell you about, you’re starting to call bullshit on him going off to use it every night around 2 AM, and he doesn’t even come back until an hour or two go by.

You treaded quietly down the hall, seeing if you could hear where exactly he was at. Your ears picked up on slight noise coming from the living room, and when you got a little closer you saw light shining from there. As you peeked your head in, that’s when you saw Lucifer sitting down near the coffee table, focusing on painting a rubber duck. Beside him seemed to be twenty more jumbled together, all in different colorful outfits and top hats.

“Lucy?” You called out, causing him to jump slightly from not expecting you to be awake. He immediately starts stuttering, searching for an explanation. “Oh! Y/N- I uhh- haha was just uhm..” His eyes dart around the room, fixing onto the huge grandfather clock that touches up the living room just perfectly, cluttering all the ducks under the rug as if you haven’t spotted them already.

“..I was on my way to the bathroom, per usual! As I noticed this beautiful babe of a clock we have here.” He rubs his chin in thought, looking over his shoulder at you. “Did you know we always had this?” Lucifer nervously laughs, the stutter making its appearance again when you gave him eyes of worry. “In the- er uh- house we’ve been practically living in for many years…”

All you did in response was take his hand into yours, the other finding its way to caress his cheek and then he broke.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I promised it wouldn’t get this bad again, and I… well- I’m just so-“ you bring him into a hug to shush him, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about this right now. Let’s just go back to bed, okay?”

Lucifer nodded as you two walked back, hands interlocked. Getting into bed at the same time, moving around into a comfy position and settling with facing each other as your heads slightly bump together. Silence fills the room, almost passing out right then and there until you hear some shuffling.

You try to ignore it, assuming Lucifer wasn’t comfortable enough and was moving a little bit. Although the shuffling continued, making you sit up and look down at him. “Is everything alright?”

“I can’t sleep.” He says with a huff, staring up at the ceiling defeatedly.

This wasn’t your first rodeo where Lucifer couldn’t have sleep fall upon him. He always struggled becoming tired at the appropriate time, so it led you to come up with some ideas to help him.

“Do you want me to make you a hot drink?” You first suggested, something that always helps you knockout yourself. Lucifer shook his head, letting out a sigh. “No, that won’t do.”

“A massage, maybe?”

“Those never work.”

“How about watching a little bit of Tv?”

“We’ll accidentally stay up all night if we do that.”

You sit back on the bed headrest, forgetting how difficult he could be. It was like taking care of a child rather than your significant other.

That was until a lightbulb suddenly shined in your mind, a smile slowly forming, one he couldn’t see from how dark the room is, the city lights barely shining through the curtains to make some sort of visibility.

“Actually, I think I know what might do the trick.” The sound of your voice sounded more mischievous than comforting, which caused Lucifer to look over but let out a yelp of surprise from you straddling his waist in a quick second.

“What are you doing— H-HEHEY!” His question got cut off with a strangled giggle, your hands finding their way up to his underarms, going straight for the kill so soon.

As funny as it sounds, tickling was one of what seems like the only methods that helped tired out Lucifer. You can’t remember how exactly you stumbled upon this discovery, but what you do know is how he never complains because he secretly enjoys the thrill of it all. You tried getting him to admit it at one point, but you didn’t get far.

“Nohoho, wait! Wait!” Lucifer snapped his arms down but at the same time trying to grab at your wrists, but he didn’t pull them away. You both knew he had the strength to do so, but you’ll never comment on why he never does. The reason was clear as day.

No matter how many ‘please!’s or ‘stop!’s he throws at you, it all meant the opposite. “Y’know, times like these it makes it hard to believe you’re the ruler of Hell.” You teased, digging in his underarms a little deeper to pull out that snort he does. You weren’t left disappointed, him snorting as his hair becomes more unraveled with each shake of his head.

“I’ll shohow you once I’m FREHEHEE!” A squeal escapes him the minute you latch onto his thighs, the spot you go to when he gets snippy. Fingers find their way to his inner thighs, squeezing in a fast pace. “Lets see if you have enough energy once we’re finished, yeah?” You scoffed, almost nearly getting bucked off but you still had a firm grip on his thighs.

Thighs would be rank one for one of his most ticklish spots, his underarms being a close second. It takes only a few seconds for his laughter to become hoarse and silent, which has already happened, causing you to go slow and skitter your nails around his neck. You smiled at the sight of his cheeks becoming a more vibrant shade of red than it usually is, being a giggly mess and trying to trap your fingers under his chin.

“Ohohokay, I’ll sleheheep! I’m tired! I swehear!” He desperately pleas. His breathless state was convincing enough, but if there’s one thing you learned from all the times Lucifer tickled you, it was to be a little shit.

“Hmm, are you sure?” You left pokes all around his stomach, watching each poke earning you quiet giggles. He moves his hands away from your wrists up to your hands, and you let him. “Yehes, now leave me alohone.” You planted a kiss on his cheek, finally moving off of him. “Never.”

You tucked yourself back in bed, looking over to realize he is still giggling. “You do know I stopped, right?”

“Shut the hell up.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “It worked though. You can barely keep your eyes open now.”

Lucifer moved to lay on his side, a hand caressing your cheek. “It did, thank you.”

“I love you.”

[barbatoslove]

Nightmares - Obey me

characters: Lucifer, Mammon i couldn’t come up with the rest of them bluh gn! reader (reader is not described physically) warning: suggestive, kissing, mentions of depressive thoughts and a little self indulgent. wc. 1.6k not beta read, i couldnt find it in myself to finish it

Another nightmare. You sat up in your bed, holding your head in your hands. Were you crying at this point? It seemed so. Night after night you'd have these dreams that left you with a racing heart and out of breath. Some were silly, like those spider dreams everyone seems to have but others felt too real, too dark. Either way you couldn't rest properly. You laid your head down again. You wanted to sleep and let the nightmare slip from your mind but it didn't make this feeling go away. Your chest was heavy and your eyes burned. Please, you begged in your mind. I just want to sleep. but to no avail. So you had to get up. You grabbed your blanket, letting it drag behind you as you walked. You were going to seek comfort in another. there was nothing wrong with asking for help, right?��

Lucifer

You stood outside his door for a few seconds. You wondered what he'd say. You managed to think of every scenario where he'd say no but truthfully, He loved you. He loved you completely. He would never turn you away.

You don't know why this felt so big to ask of him but it made your chest squeeze just to knock on the door. "Come in." You heard his voice from inside. Pushing the door open, peeking into the room.

You found Lucifer sitting at his couch and reading over some documents. The fireplace was on making soft crackles that harmonized with the gentle music he insisted helped him focus though some days you'd find him gazing off into nothing just listening to the music as if he was lost in a memory. But it was nice music.

Lucifer raised his head from the papers he was reading and setting his glasses aside. "Can't sleep?" he asked, already making a spot for you on the couch and gestured you to come over. You only nodded in response. You walked over, and sat down next to him. Lucifer carefully wrapped the blanket more securely around you before tucking you close to his side, then placing a kiss on your forehead once you were comfortable. He was always so warm and gentle when handling you in moments like this. You were like a flower in his hand and he'd only provide the utmost perfect care.

Lucifer brush his fingers against your cheek when inspecting your face. "Were you crying, love?" he brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "Was it another nightmare?"

"How could you tell?" you asked quietly, looking up at his pretty red eyes. His normally slit pupils where a little more round, his usual harden expression was just a little softer.

"Nightmares often plague the minds of those magically gifted." He explained gently. "Its a burden we all must bare. Would you like me to bring you to the bed?" "I'd like to stay here with you if that's alright." Lucifer smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek to kiss away any of your tears. "of course." He finally gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.  "You're always welcome to stay with me." he hummed.

You couldn't help but smile a little when he kissed you. You did love how comfortable he was with being affectionate with you. With his brothers, He had to hold back with his desires in order to keep the peace but you knew, Lucifer was just as needy. He loved to hold and kiss you, to caress and cuddle you; to have you as close as possible.

He wrapped his arm around you so he could pet you with the other. You exhaled while staring at the fire, keeping you both warm at this hour. Your heart was at ease. I think I can sleep now, you thought. Protected in his arms, no more nightmares would plague you tonight.

"I love you." He said so softly. It surprised you, not that he loved you (he always made sure you knew) but... the idea that you were loved. It wasn't that you forgot but... to hear it, it was a reminder. You are loved.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears pool up in your eyes. "I-I love you too..." you managed to choke out. No matter how hard you tried to hold it in, you made a weak sob.

Lucifer raised his brows, surprised at your reaction. "oh, my love, you poor thing..." he sighed, hugging you close. "shh its okay. You're okay..." he whispered. "I love you so much. I always will."

You weakly nodded, sniffling and trying to nuzzle as close as you could to him, "shh its okay. Rest now. you'll feel better after a good night of sleep."

"What if i feel like this again...?" you whispered, looking up at him with teary eyes and trembling hands close to your chest.

"Then I will be here to comfort you. " Lucifer held your cheek gently and brushing tears away. “I will be here through all things good and bad. You don’t have to afraid to come to me. I love you very much and would do anything for you.”

"You promise...?" "I promise. Now get some rest.” And with one final kiss, you felt like you could sleep.

--

Mammon

You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders, walking down to Mammon's bedroom and heard music from inside. Of course he was awake, Why wouldn't he be? You knocked but he probably didn't hear it so you opened the door. and Of course, His room was a mess. (not that you cared.)

Mammon was doing something in his closet, tossing clothes onto the floor. He was probably planning on going out or something so you frowned, turning away quickly to escape back to your room.

"Oi! Where do'ya think you're going!" Mammon yelled from across the room. He was about half dressed up so now you felt even worse about stopping his plans. He made his way over to you, stumbling on a stray box on the floor but soon was in front of you. "Sneakin in here without me knowin' and then tryin to sneak out and still not sayin anything!" he huffed.

"sorry." You made a weak smile, "I was gonna ask you something but I didn't know you were going out so I'll bother you later." you tried to leave again but he reached for your hands.

"woah wait wait- one sec" He stepped away for a second to turn off his music but came back just to take your hands in his and look at you properly. "ask me."

You looked up at him. You inhaled, trying to find the courage to speak. You glanced down at his hands holding yours, noting the way his thumb caressed your knuckles in a small gesture of comforting you. "um. well... i had a nightmare and now i can't sleep." you frowned. "so i wanted to ask if i could sleep in here... with you." you finally looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Mammon's cheeks were all pink and it was obvious he was trying hard to conceal his excitement. He inhaled before blurting out. "well okay! but only because you insisted...!" he huffed, his cheeks all red. "Of course you'd come to the Great Mammon cuz I'm the best and I'm-" "Mammon."

"ok ok ok hold on. sit here." You made a small laugh and let him nudge you over to his bed to sit you down.

"Where were you planning on going?" You asked, watching him pace back and forth while striping off his clothes to put on his pjs.

Mammon made a loud hmm sound, "Just going to gamble a little but Duty calls! I gotta protect my human!" he said proudly.

You giggled. Your heart always felt a little lighter around him. He always knew how to make you laugh. "okay, hurry up. come to bed" you hummed.

He made his own little laugh, turning out the lights before hopping onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. You smiled, laying down but not before setting up your your blanket to share with him. Mammon brought the covers up to your shoulders.

"comfy?" He smiled. You nodded to him all nuzzled in warm blankets with a cute smile on your face.

Mammon fidgeted for a moment before leaning down, giving you a small kiss on the lips. Then quickly laid down like he didn't. You giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close.

"Do you think you can sleep now?" he asked with just the cutest smile. You could feel his hand lightly pet, his legs entangled with yours. 'mmhm' you purred happily "no more nightmares?"

"yah when im close to you i think there won't any more nightmares" You smiled, just enjoying watching his cheeks get all pink.

He was just so adorable with his normally slit pupils blown out into full orbs like a cat seeing something it liked. he almost always looked at you with eyes like that. "I love you, Mammon." you whispered, giving him a small kiss. "thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He made a small exhale, pressing little kisses over your face enough to make you go into a giggling fit. "Mammon--!" you squeaked. Another kiss! "ok-!" Kiss! "mammon-!" Kiss! you had to cup his face and press your forehead to his to make him settle. "such a greedy demon." you hummed.

"i love you too, human" he whispered.

[bindeds]

Hi! First I want to say I love your writing and I think it's amazing keep it up! I wanted to ask if you could do a fic/headcanon about a jinx like reader (the one from arcane) like the reader has her personality and her backstory they can be any gander you want. For characters you can go wild but I would like if Alastor, Lucifer and Vox were there. Bonus points if the reader is a teen that is alive and nobody knows how they got here but don't want to send them back because they are frankly terrified for them. Sorry it's so long. Make sure to take breaks and keep hydrated.

( LUCIFER, ALASTOR & VOX REACTING TO A JINX-LIKE READER. )

heyyy omg thank you so much for this request! jinx happens to be my highest (if not one of my highest) comfort characters of all time, so i’m happy to do this request!! thank you for this wonderful idea <33 ( ALSO OMG SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS LATE AAAAAAAAAAAA )

mlist. requests.

“you’re — you’re alive? oh lord, this is bad. okay, what to do, what to do … ”

LUCIFER would definitely panic if he happened to be the first one to find you.

╰﹒he wouldn’t feel safe telling the others of your presence in the hotel—at least, not as of the first few hours of getting to know you. he would DEFINITELY warn you about alastor and put up a fight with you to keep you from leaving his room so soon. he wants to tell charlie you’re here, but doesn’t know if she can keep something this big a secret.

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “you’ll be eaten alive out there! and even if you don’t leave the hotel, the crew isn’t exactly the best at, well—subtlety,” lucifer would warn you with his hands on your shoulders.

╰﹒ your past would also be similar to lucifer’s in the sense that you both felt utterly abandoned by the person you trusted the most, and lucifer would sit down with you and talk to you about it if you ever opened up to him, rubbing your back in slow circles, getting you water and leaving the room only to come back with gourmet meals that he cooked himself from the hotel’s kitchen.

╰﹒i feel like you’d have a complicated relationship with lucifer at first. because of how sweet and good he is at comforting and taking care of you you’d feel like his kid, too, but then reality kicks in every now and then that he has another kid who’s actually his biological child to take care of, and it makes you feel bad for not having your own family. but it’s only a matter of time before lucifer finally introduces you to charlie and charlie gives you the biggest bear hug in the world, and you’re too engulfed by your yearning to feel loved to feel jealous over her anymore, so you hug her back. you and charlie become basically siblings over your time at the hotel, and lucifer treats both of you like his children. and of course, charlie doesn’t mind when it seems like lucifer pays attention to you a little more because one, she’s older than you, and she’s an adult that can handle herself, two, she knows how much you’re in need of a father figure and she knows her father can and will be there when you need him.

“fascinating! truly curious — you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you ?”

ALASTOR would circle around you with prying eyes brimming with twisted interest, looking over your shoulders and dusting them off as he picked at the stray hairs on your head.

╰﹒ similarly to luci, he’d definitely keep you a secret up in his own as well, and when you’d protest he somehow find a way of easing your nerves and calming you down. in due time, he’d say. his head pats got to you at first. the fact that he stopped you from exploring the hotel got to you. first, he brings you here, but now he won’t even let you out of his room in the name of safety? what is up with that?

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “the hubbub, dear, is that you’ll cause a commotion in the hotel,” alastor would reply with a tap of his microphone. “i can’t afford to alarm our guests now, and i certainly can’t have you overwhelmed by your new environment, now can i?”

╰﹒ alastor would explain the purpose of the hotel in his very demented perspective, but you would understand nonetheless. he would make you feel like his student in no time.

╰﹒ alastor would definitely teach you how to defend yourself in case you get attacked. you already know some basics about fending for yourself, but considering you’re leaning towards the mechanic side you don’t know how to use your bare hands. so he teaches you. he also gives you some really neat knife skills that he learned from when he was still a mortal serial killer.

╰﹒ niffty and you get along so well, and similar to lucifer and charlie, alastor treats you and niffty as his nieces, while he’s the cool uncle. he’s a bit of a bad influence on you, but it’s better than having no one at all.

╰﹒ when alastor finally introduces you to the rest of the hotel, everyone immediately noticed how protective/fatherly alastor actually was towards you. the difference is also very obvious considering the fact that he pretended to be a father figure to charlie in the past just to get on lucifer’s nerves, but now, a bit of his true colors show all because he’d spent too much time shaping you into the person you are now for him not to care. but considering alastor barely even had a heart before, everyone warmed up in no time to alastor’s soft side, and you even heard of charlie being excited about the fact that this could mean alastor will have a shot and being redeemed one day.

“huh. where have you come from, my dear? … the livi — haha, pardon? did you say … well fuck me silly, this is exactly what i needed after a hard day’s work.”

VOX was definitely being sarcastic with his teeth gritted through his sentence. nonetheless, you could have proved to be useful somehow considering your … moxie.

╰﹒ he would definitely consider signing you in for a contract, but given your personality you just seemed like the kind of person who would end up breaking the rules intentionally or unintentionally, meaning he’d just have to kill you—and that’s a complete waste of a living soul in hell, isn’t it?

╰﹒ so you’re under his care. for now, he thinks to himself, and despite how much he actually loathes having to deal with val’s shit, you were just different. you seemed content with his efforts in trying to please you, as small as they were at first, and was patient with him when he was rude or aloof. and sometimes you’d even help out with house chores that his many gadgets just couldn’t complete. he would even fall asleep on his desk sometimes and wake up with a warm blanket draped over him, and of course that had to be your doing.

ꉂ ． ݁ ✦ “what’s all the hubbub?”

╰﹒ “i’m doing this for your own good, okay kid, i’m telling you it’s not easy out there, and …” vox bit his lip. he didn’t expect his heart to beat so fast when you insisted to leave with gritted teeth. at this point, he’d almost forgotten how it felt like not to live with someone as unreasonably kind and funny as you had been. “judging by everything you’ve got going on i don’t think it’s the best idea for you to return to the living world. i mean, don’t you like it here? what is it that i haven’t given you? what can i do?”

╰﹒ obviously, you’re still angry, and he’s already done enough. he can’t keep you in forever, and as much as you enjoyed your time with him, he’s made it clear that living in hell just wasn’t feasible for you. you stay inside but that doesn’t lessen your anger at all.

╰﹒ meanwhile, the other vees have noticed vox was getting soft. he was still very much willing to kill low earning employees or employees who so much as implied that they don’t think too fondly of the vees’ companies, but he’s been a lot less moody, less whiney, and even less … obsessed with alastor? if that made sense? even if he watched alastor he was no longer as loud as he used to be, and it was worrying val and velvette. “oh for fuck’s sake—if anyone’s soft, it’s you assholes!” vox would yell when they didn’t drop the issue. so they left him alone after that point, hoping he would tell them what’s wrong.

[ren1327]

SPOILERS!!!

"Loser Baby" frame analysis (3/3)

(With lyrics)

Red = Husk Pink = Angel Dust Purple = Both Normal = My commentary

[ANGEL DUST] You're a loser, baby

Angel is deflecting a bit here, testing the waters. He's oddly shy, maybe exposed. Husk's wing is somewhat extended behind him, the umbrella over Angel. Almost as if shielding Angel from more than the fictional rain. I know damn well we all know what sharing an umbrella means in most anime! And Angel's hand behind his head and lowered brows shows a bit of vulnerability with Husk. A shyness to show himself to the other.

[HUSK] A loser, but just maybe if we

(Scene is a little later than the line) Husk answers with no malice or offence. In fact, his voice is much softer here, comforting Angel.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] Eat shit together, things will end up differently

Now Angel holds out a hand to Husk like he did at the beginning of the song when they first sat side by side. And Husk Happily takes it.

[HUSK] It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Angel joins in vocals, happily embracing being a loser and dancing with no cares in the world. He's shed all his sadness and shame from before. And all the while, Husk sings to Angel, taking more pleasure in Angel being at ease. Enjoying that Angel is shedding all the negativity he had when he first fled the hotel. Angel isn't just the subject, but the star of the song.

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

He gives Angel all the room to bask in this revelation, and "let hope in". This could very well mean Husk off all people believes Angel will either improve, or Lucifer willing, make it out of Hell. He holds his hand out to Angel, and Angel takes it. As if making a deal to have a better mindset and accept the reality: 'The situation sucks, but now that we've addressed it, we can find a way for us (Angel) to find a way out.'

Play your card, be who you are

Another little moment, when Husk says "Baby", he pulls Angel close for a moment before continuing the dance. Angel seems to notice this. His face is very relaxed and he continues vocalizing. He doesn't want to leave this moment. He wants to keep it going.

Husk is encouraging Angel to embrace all of himself, while also pulling him closer to Husk, but only after he takes his hand again. Husk needs Angel to make the decision to take his hand. He wont force him. Be it friendship or a budding romance, Husk is there for Angel and all his quirks and kinks.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] A loser,

Angel is now fully supported by Husk, but our bartender doesn't mind a bit, a wing folded under Angel, a show of Husk willing to support him (bird wings be fragile, I'd imagine Husk could have discomfort with weight on them.) And Angel sees Husk. Husk is relaxed, eyes closed, supporting Angel's weight and Angel is relaxed and at ease, seeing Husk as a new friend.

just like--

Angel allows his eyes to shut, brows lowered, no wrinkles under his eyes or brow, voice soft in harmony with Husk. Both are relaxed, smiling. They are not alone.

And they open thier eyes. Voices soft and almost as if sharing a secret. Thier smiles are still in place, both at ease.

No masks.

*

Welp! I am going to be listening to this song on loop. 10 fucking years since the comic snippets came out, holy shit!

I'm so happy for Viv and the team and the fandom!

Thanks y'all!

[hobbylobbyy]

Okay! How about a Lucifer x male (or gn if you’re more comfortable) reader in a platonic fic? Reader is like a servant who helps Lucifer through depresso days

A/N: This sounds like a really nice friendship dynamic, I’m rlly happy I get to write it!

Also btw you’re an imp for the sake of not knowing what a duck is

Coping Methods

Summary: It’s been a few months since Lilith left Lucifer and he’s been taking it about as well as you think he would. He can barely get out of bed until you manage to coax him into a fun activity to ease his mind.

Platonic Lucifer x Male!Reader

Nobody expected Lilith to leave. Maybe that’s what made it worse when she did.

She didn’t leave anything behind either, not her clothes, not her shoes, not even a single letter.

Every being in that castle fell into a deep depression, it just felt so gloomy without her there. Though, it hit the Morningstar’s the hardest.

Charlie had moved out nearly a month after Lilith’s disappearance, claiming she wanted to find herself and have her own independence rather than rely on her father for the rest of her life.

Lucifer, however, barely even left the castle, let alone his own room. Very few people were allowed near him at the time, only his personal servants, and you just happened to be one of them.

Today was one of those days where Lucifer couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed, so you found yourself outside his door, hesitating to knock.

You couldn’t deny that you were terrified, but you had to make sure the king was okay, it was your duty as one of his personal servants.

You took a moment to collect yourself before knocking a few times.

It took a moment before he answered, “Who is it..?” The way he sounded so fragile almost broke apart of you, not once in your thousands of years of working for him have you heard him sound so vulnerable.

“It’s me, sir.” You replied, twiddling with your thumbs.

The door creaked open with a blur of golden magic, no doubt his own.

You stepped in and closed the door behind you, knowing that he’d prefer if nobody saw him in this state.

“Why are you here?” He asked, not looking at you as he curled into a ball on his humongous bed.

“Nobody has seen or heard from you all day, sir,” You started, making your way over to the edge of his bed but not daring to step any closer, both out of respect for him and fear for your safety, “We needed to know that you were still alive.”

“Alright, well, you’ve seen it now, haven’t you?” He asked rhetorically, “Just leave and take the day off for all I care, I-I just want to sit here for a little bit.”

“Sir..” You started, keeping your voice firm, “As your servant, I respect all your wishes, but as your friend… I will have to deny you this one.”

Before he could respond, you continued going, “In fact, I’m going to have to request that you stand up for me” you knew you were definitely going to get in trouble for this, whether by him or by one of your superiors.

“A-Are you trying to command the king of hell?” He asked, “You are nothing but my servant, I.. I don’t have many friends right now..”

You weren’t going to stop so soon though, your persistence was what got you this job in the first place, “Sir, I’m not trying to command you, I am just asking that you at least sit up and look at me”

It took him a second but he groaned in defeat as if he was a small child. He sat up, letting you see just how much he’d been crying. His hair which was usually neat was now a mess of curls and his face seemed redder than usual.

“I’ve done what you asked.. Is this all you wanted?” He asked.

“No, I actually wanted to request that you.. Uhm…” You had to think of an excuse for what you wanted to do first, “Could you accompany me to your workshop for a moment..? This is the only time I’ll ask you to do this, I just… N-Need to know where you’d like everything to go so I can clean!”

You commended yourself for being quick to think of an excuse, you knew how much the king liked his neatness.

“…There’s no need to clean it” Well, that stunned you.

“S-Sir?” You stuttered, “It definitely needs to be cleaned, just.. please?”

“I already know where everything is, just leave it be” Lucifer waved his hand dismissively before flopping back onto his bed, gripping a nearby pillow.

Well this won’t do. You needed him to get out of his bed. You needed him to actually do something.

“Sir, please, just accompany me to the workshop and I’ll leave you alone” You pleaded.

He sat still for a moment before shifting his head towards you, “…You’ll leave me alone for the rest of the week if I accompany you, do you hear me..?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes sir! I-I can totally do that!” Not only did it give you an excuse to just do nothing for the rest of the week, your plan might actually work.

“Alright, just let me get ready first” He yawned as he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

You quickly left the room for his privacy, as much as you loved your gracious king, you didn’t love him that much.

He left the room almost immediately, not having bothered to clean up his hair or the bags under his eyes. He knew that nobody in their right mind would point it out anyway.

“Just so you know.. I’m going to leave as soon as you’re done in there” Lucifer said.

“That’s alright with me, sir,” You flash a grin, “I’m just glad you got out of that messy room of yours”

“Watch it.” He rolls his eyes.

You chuckle softly as you approach his workshop, but you’re surprised once you open its doors.

The workshop that was usually a mess with his inventions and dreams and even dioramas of his theme park was now barren, only holding the pictures on the walls and his work bench.

“Wow, would you look at that..” Lucifer started, “Guess you don’t need me anymore, I mean, no mess to clean up!”

But you’re not gonna let him off the hook so easily.

“Uh, sir?” You smirked, “Could you at least spare me one request before I stop bothering you for the week?”

Lucifer groaned childishly, obviously not wanting to spend another moment out of the bed that he once shared with his love.

“Fine, fine, I guess it’s the least I could do since you so desperately wanted me over here” He conceded, walking with you to his workbench.

“So, what do you want?” He asked.

You grinned before pulling out some supplies from your pockets, “So, you know how made that thing on Earth before you fell? What was it called… Cuck..? I-I don’t know, but it made that quacking noise”

“A duck?” Lucifer cut you off.

“Ah, precisely!” You nodded.

“What.. What does that have anything to do with this?” He asked.

“Well, Mr. Lucifer, my request is that..” You paused for dramatic effect, “You recreate that! I wanna see what it looks like, and you seem to have pride in the fact that you made them, so maybe it’ll make you feel better!”

Lucifer paused for a moment before laughing. It might’ve been aimed at you rather than with you, but you’d gotten him to laugh at least.

“A-I’m sorry- Is that really all that you want me to do? Make a duck?” He said as the laughter died down.

“Yup! That’s what I want!” You nodded, making him chuckle once more.

“Alright, alright, fine” He sighed, “I’ll make you a duck, but then you let me wallow in self-pity, mkay?”

“Sounds fair!” You responded.

He didn’t say anything back to you as he started to work. You could see sparks flying as he melded metal together, shaping it into the form of a small creature.

“Pass me my yellow paint, would you?” He asked, pointing in the direction of his paints.

You hummed, grabbing his yellow paint for him and setting it down next to him on the table.

“Oh, and the black paint too” He said.

You huffed, “Couldn’t have told me that while I was getting the yellow?” But you got it for him regardless, wrapping your tail around it and ignoring the cold paint as it splashed on you when you brought it over.

He didn’t respond, too focused on painting it perfectly.

Then, the sparks and painting stopped, he smiled softly at his little creation.

“Here it is,” He said, picking it up with gentle hands, “This is what a duck looks like”

You looked at it in awe. It looked so.. cute. It looked so different from all the life in Hell, like it didn’t pose any threats at all.

You took a moment before nodding, “Alright, that’s uh… All I wanted” you smiled before standing up.

“I’ll lead you back to your room and you won’t have to worry about me for the rest of the week” You continued to speak before he cut you off.

“Actually…” He said, “Stay, I think I might need your help grabbing supplies for me while I make some more of these”

You took a moment to process what he said before your eyes lit up with excitement, “Really?!” You had actually been successful in getting the king to enjoy something!

“Really” He chuckled.

A/N: I hope this lived up to your expectations. I noticed too late that the reader doesn’t really have a gender specified but I guess that just means you can depict them however you want to!

Look at him :)

[matenrou-fan]

Lucifer comforts you after nightmare

soft Lucifer makes me explode yippee yippee yippee

NBreadef, fluff, comfort, just wholesome stuff;; 1352 words;;

Maybe it was a bad idea. But you couldn't keep laying in your bed like that, trembling under a blanket curled up in a ball like a scared small cat. Even fluffy fabric didn't soothe as you continued nervously squeeze soft folds of blanket with your hands.

You couldn't even describe what scared you so much, cause as soon as you wake up from your nightmare you immediately forget what it was about. The only memory was a bright flash and loud thud in the end, that's probably a reason why you wake up with a shrug, almost falling from your bed. But even without any details about your scary dream you still feel so uneasy, your heart was pumping at an almost painful pace when you just woke up and only now slowly start to calm down. Wave of chills keeps running down your spine while your gaze jumps from one thing in your room to another. You can't focus your eyes on something, your head is empty and overfilled with thoughts at the same time so..

Lucifer. His name pops up in your mind absolutely randomly, but for some reason you always feel more relaxed around him and even little thought of his name soothes you down. You wanted to see him so bad right now.. But at the same time you start to worry even more - like, yeah, Lucifer.. Who's probably sleeping in his room right now and it wouldn't be that polite to wake him up just because you see a nightmare.

But hiding in your bed was also not a good idea, as your head starts hurting. Body was still weak and stiff, your organism demanded to go back to sleep when you mind screaming you can't.

You sigh and get up slowly, a little bit dizzy. Even with the closed window, the air was pretty cold at night today, and you immediately shivered. The door was so far away, but at the same time it called you to open it and finally leave the room that was so scary for you now. To leave this nightmare.

Corridor was empty and silent. You didn't even hear any sounds from Levi's room who's always stayed up late watching anime or playing games, just what time is it now? Doesn't matter, you need to find Lucifer's bedro-

"Well well well, I can see someone is still awake?"

For a moment you thought you were gonna have another heart attack. But as soon as you turned around you finally saw him.

Of course it was Lucifer. He's too insightful and powerful for not to notice the crack of the door and these little steps. After all, he caught you several times before when you tried to enter the attic, at the very beginning of your life here, and you always wonder how..

But now he can see on your faces that this time you're not up to something. Even in the dark of the corridor he notices your scared eyes and pale skin and gets closer.

"Is something wrong?" - you close your eyes, hearing this deep voice was so soothing. You can't help but step closer too and suddenly hug him, leaning to his chest. Calm, slow heartbeat and warm skin through the soft fabric of his T-shirt feel so.. calming.

Lucifer gets surprised but hugs you too, his big hands on your back are so warm, and the way he lightly strokes your body..

"I'm sorry.. I can't fall asleep.." - your voice is much weaker than usual when you mumble softly.

Maybe if the atmosphere was different then Lucifer would probably try to be more playful right now, but seeing you so upset and scared hurted his heart a little. Despite the fact that he always gets angry when you mess around with other brothers and get into trouble, he loves this energy of yours. It was hard to see his little star in such a condition now.

"Want to lay down with me?" - he asks gently, holding you closer and when you nod in silence he picks you up and carries to his bedroom. Your arms locked around his neck, it was so comfortable in his arms that you almost immediately start to feel more at ease now.

In his room he carefully lay down you in his bed, still a little bit warm from his body. You pulled a huge blanket up to your nose, drowning in warmness and softness of fabric. It also still has his familiar and pleasant scent..

"Enjoying yourself?" - Lucifer can't help but chuckle. His smile was much softer than his usual smirk as he was still worried about you and wanted to give you some comfort.

"Want to talk about this..? Or about anything else?" - he lay down next to you, embracing your smaller body slowly.

"No.. I don't really remember that dream.. it was just so.. unsettling" - you sigh and look up at his face. Caring and loving gaze that he gives you so rarely and only in private was even more compassionate and tender now, his red eyes in dark look so deep.. You can't look at them for hours. Even if he's a demon now it feels like a piece of his angelic tenderness was still hiding in his eyes, in this gaze that he gives only to you..

"It's okay. Then close your eyes and try to sleep, darling. You're safe now, I'm here.." - Lucifer whispers and kisses your forehead.

"Okay.. Good night.." - you whisper, nuzzling to his chest.

His arms didn't leave your body even for a second now. Slowly stroking your back with his warm hands, caressing your shoulders, patting your head as his fingers play with your locks.. He silently supports you through these light and delicate touches, feeling as your body starts relaxing more and more.

Your face softened and your mind slowly cleared up as you were half asleep now. It was so warm and cozy here, it probably would sound stupid but there's no place in the whole world where you would feel safer than in the hug of this demon. Well maybe because with you he was an angel..?

Lucifer always surprises you with how sweet and caring he can be towards you sometimes, the way he shows you his attention when no one is around can make you melt.

Just like now - you still try to fall asleep when suddenly hear mild humming. Nothing particular, just some simple melody, but soon his voice got a little stronger and Lucifer started singing, in a soft and quiet way, almost whispering you a lullaby.

You don't breath for a moment, as if you was afraid you can stratle him. Maybe he thought that you already fell asleep so you almost didn't move now, hugging him with closed eyes and listening.. You can't say you never heard Lucifer sing before, but this was the first time when he sang just for you. Lyrics were kinda dainty and the whole tone of the song was lofty so you decide that it's probably a cradle song from the Celestial realm.

Wave of goosebumps covered your whole body, running right to your heart. Tickle sensation inside your chest makes you smile a little, as you enjoy Lucifer's gentle voice.

You absolutely forget about all your worries and are completely relaxed now. Even when you tried to stay awake a little bit more just to hear more of his whisper, it was hard to resist the sudden urge to sleep. So you quickly drift off to dreamland, breathing slowly and peacefully, all your body so calm, only your heartbeat was a little bit faster than usual, resonating with an exciting feeling of happiness from Lucifer's attention.

"Mm? Oh, so my angel has finally fallen asleep.." - he chuckled softly, looking at your cute face, so serene.. You trusted him so much and it makes his soul melt, oh how he wished to be that close with you forever..!

"Sweet dreams, my darling.."

In his tight hug, so close to his chest, to his heart.. you were at peace.

[ur-dad-satan]

MC was helping Solomon test some potions for their class when he hands them a bright orange potion in a sciency looking flask and tells them to drink it. Once they do, there are no physical changes, but MC feels strong. Through trial and error, the two find out that MC is now inhumanly strong, and they just had to show the brothers. This is how I think the brothers would react to MC picking them up and putting them on their hip.

*.*.*.*.*. (the oldest 4 bros)

Lucifer

Mc walked up to Lucifer in his office and asked him to stand. Questioningly, he did as he was asked; he was completely shocked when MC lifted him up with ease and placed him on their hip as if he was a small child.

His cheeks would tint a light red with blush because of the compromising position.

"MC... what the fuck? How are you able to lift me?"

He would be upset at Solomon for giving MC a potion he didn't know the effects of.

He would ask MC how they feel and if they feel sick in any way.

"Don't ever speak a word of this to anyone."

MC will go to put him down, but he'll tighten his grip just a little bit and say: "Just a bit longer since we're here."

He would wrap his legs around MC and kiss their forehead/face/neck sInCe He'S tHeRe.

Mammon

MC opened their door and saw Mammon just in their room. He wasn't looking through their stuff or trying to hide, he was just there on MC's bed waiting for them. Once asked why he was there, he got up and MC immediately picked him up and placed him on their hip.

Mammon.exe has stopped working.

"AAAHH?!"

He immediately starts blushing.

He would start squirming to get away but end up failing.

MC would ask if he doesn't like it, but he would be quick to set the record straight and kiss their cheek.

"I don't hate it, but ya gotta warn me next time! I was caught off guard." and he would pout again.

Leviathan

MC would go to Levi's room and see him playing a game on the floor. Once asking him if he's comfortable, and receiving a "no, not really" in response, MC picked him up and placed him on their hip.

It takes him a full minute to realize what just happened.

Oh no... our Levi! He's broken!!

He would not be able to look at MC for a while; that boy would stutter and blush like no one's ever blushed or stuttered before.

"M-M-M-MC!?" Way louder that he meant to.

His nose might bleed.

He didn't know he liked this so much...

He would 100% be too flushed to move and end up staying there for a while.

He would look back on it later and realize that he actually really enjoyed that.

Satan

MC would get a text from Satan simply saying "I'm in my room. Help." So, they go to Satan's room and find him struggling under a pile of fallen books. They would help him and instead of offering him their hand, MC would pick Satan up and put him on their hip.

"...MC? Do you really have no regard for your life?"

He would get really upset for a moment but calm down almost as quick as he got mad.

He would detect the magic coming from MC and immediately ask how and why?

Then of course he would threaten Solomon's life.

He would start trying to escape by wiggling and swinging his arms around and pushing himself away from MC.

It won't work and he'll eventually give up.

Will allow it if MC does him a "favor" or two.

He'll actually like it and want more but not tell MC. They have to guess.

15 notes and I'll do 4 more characters <3

[aspiringtrashpanda]

WHOOPS I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH DAY 8 for @obeymetournaments' Obey Me! Month. Here's a little snippet, but read the full fic HERE!

Find the prompt list HERE.

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DAY 8 Prompt: Curse Featuring our favorite demon brothers, gender neutral MC and some good ol' fashioned Truth or Dare

The crackling fireplace was hot at your back, though you knew the sight before you was the source of the warmth in your chest. There were few things more comforting than lounging in the living room, in the presence of all seven of your housemates. The addition of a high stakes party game that even Lucifer and Satan agreed to join swelled your heart to the point of bursting.

“Okay!” Asmodeus clapped, his smile brighter than the fire in the hearth as he made himself comfortable on the carpet. “Does everyone know the rules?”

“What rules are there to know?” Not bothering to lift his head from his pillow, Belphie’s frame a lump breaking the uniformity of the circle in which everyone else sat, he drawled, “It’s truth or dare. You either answer truthfully or do something embarrassing.”

“I’m going to need you to dial up the enthusiasm, hon,” Asmo chirped, Belphie’s attitude failing to dampen his excitement. Beel’s brow creased in concern, and he leaned forward to peer at Belphie’s expression. When Belphie rolled his eyes, Beel offered him a spicy newt chip. 

Belphie accepted with a sigh. You didn’t miss the affection that softened Lucifer’s quiet observation from the armchair they had worked into their circle. 

“Besides, there is one rule,” Asmo held up a perfectly manicured index finger. You nearly flinched as his sunset eyes slammed into yours, a mischievous smirk all faux reassurance. “All seven of us have to go first before we get to ask our darling dove.”

“Huh? Why?” Mammon blinked, his expression mirrored on every other face in the room. You were confused, yourself. The group text message had implied that you would all be playing together. Oh no, was this about to get concerningly competitive? Or were they hosting an intervention about your recent obsession with otome mobile games? You’d been promised party games!

But Asmo eased your worries with a dazzling smile and a simple, “Because I want to ask them everything, which means all of you want to do the same, right?”

Devil crickets could be heard outside the windows. 

“I knew it!” With a wink your way that sent your heart spinning out in surprise, he declared, “It’s only fair that we all go first before we gang up on the cutest exchange student ever~”

Considering his words, you actually felt cool relief trickle down your spine, a delightful contrast to the warmth of the fireplace. “Thank you, Asmo. I think that’s a good plan,” You rolled your shoulders and shot your most innocent smile to the circle, “Now I get to watch all of you suffer for my entertainment.”

Levi squawked, his hands flying up to cover his face. Beel hummed something that sounded like cautious optimism, though perhaps you were confusing it with satisfaction from the freshly opened bag of spicy newt chips in his lap. Lucifer said nothing, appeared as indifferent as ever, which only made Satan straighten his posture and attempt to look just as unperturbed. 

His anxiety near palpable, Levi’s eyes narrowed towards the nondescript empty demonus bottle in the center of the ring. “But the curse is active, right?”

Satan nodded, “Yes, as long as you are touching the bottle.”

“Ain’t the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven?” Mammon scrunched up his nose. “I ain’t kissin’ any of ya.”

The resounding shouts functioned as both violent agreement and protest towards the audacity of the suggestion. You snickered under your hand, trying to hide your amusement. 

Asmo, however, shrugged. “It’s multi-purpose.”

Levi gasped, “A 2-in-one game pack.” 

There was a beat, a moment of hesitation hanging thick in a smog just above your shoulders, and then…

“So, no one can lie?” The reality seemed to hit Mammon all of sudden, fear lancing like lightning through his sapphire eyes. 

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, “That is what a truth curse implies, yes.” 

“No more fussing!” Asmo’s teeth glinted, a dangerous grin cloaked in pink gloss, “It’s time to spill our secrets! Satan, truth or dare!”

The defeat in Satan’s shoulders made you chuckle. He reached forward to grab the bottle, which pulsed a soft blue in his hand. “Truth.”

“How cute do you think I am? ♡”

Satan frowned. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Shifted in his spot, a wildly confused yet simultaneously concentrated expression pinching his face. 

“Asmo, did you break him?” Beel mumbled, pausing his chewing. 

“Oh c’mon! He’s not supposed to be able to lie!” With a pout, Asmo threw his hands up in exasperation. 

You waited, glancing around at the concern sparking throughout the room. Levi was already searching how to break a truth curse on his D.D.D. Lucifer seemed entirely unbothered. Belphie had already fallen asleep. 

Satan finally spoke, “I genuinely do not have an opinion on the matter.”

The bottle shone a brighter shade. He shook it, “See? Not a lie.”

You patted Asmo’s shoulder sympathetically. He crossed his arms and muttered something about the game being rigged. He then gestured for Satan to continue. 

“Hm,” Satan beamed as he made eye contact with Lucifer, “Truth or dare?”

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✨FULL FIC HERE✨where you can KISS THE BROTHER OF YOUR CHOICE!!! OOOOOO!!! EXCITING!!!

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[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Carving away the nightmares- (Hazbin Hotel tickle fanfic)

A/N: How many of these have I written so far? Only 2? Well what can I say, I LOVE THESE TWO! Time for part 3 everyone! ENJOY YOU LOVELY SINNERS!

Summary: Charlie has a bad dream so she rushes to her father's room looking for comfort. She gets more than what she bargained for. (in a good way)

Lucifer groaned when he heard his door burst open from his room. It was past midnight and he had just climbed into bed. After working on the latest duckling, he'd only wanted one thing in the world. To sleep for at least an hour. He knew that another meeting was calling to him really soon and his sleeping schedule was jacked with having to watch Charlie after....Lilith.

No. He wasn't gonna think like that. If Lilith wanted to leave, that's fine. He just hated that she left without a trace or the fact that he was left to pick up the peaces with his daughter. Not that she ever cared to check on them.

Now, Lucifer was taking care of Charlie himself. He didn't mind. He loved his daughter. However, there were times that he'd have to put his foot down with her. He didn't want this time to be one of them, but his grumpiness combined with his tired head was making it difficult. The fallen angel already knew that Charlie was the one that stormed into his room. No other servant dared to do it without permission.

"Charlie, I love you my little apple, but if you don't go back to bed this instant-Oof!" Lucifer was cut off as he felt his daughter wrapping her arms around his neck and felt silent sniffles along his blazer that he unfortunately slept in.

All the anger that threaten to take form had disappeared, his daughter's sadness completely taking over his parental vision. "Woah woah, hey Charlie-lee-lee. What's wrong honey apple?" he asked as Charlie cried in his blazer. "I-I had a b-b-bad dream!"

"You did?! Oh, baby c'mere." Lucifer replied, his arms now cradling his little princess. The King of Hell began slowly rock his daughter, saying comforting words to stop her crying. It wasn't until he finished singing a soft lullaby that the crying had finally stopped. Lucifer expected the song to put her to sleep, but Charlie was still very much awake. Though, her tears have dried. "You wanna talk about it, LeeLee?" he asked softly, using his little nickname for her.

Charlie sniffed and rubbed her nose. "A-Angels were c-coming to get us." Lucifer felt a chill down his spine but allowed his daughter to continue. "You were fighting them. You told me to hide and said that you'd find me....b-but you n-never did!" Lucifer could sense that his daughter's cries were about to continue, so he gently shushed her while giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Sweetie, that is never going to happen. You know why?"

"W-Why?" Charlie asked as Lucifer wiped away her tears. "Cause no matter what happens, I'm always gonna be there for you." Charlie gave him a tiny smile at his words. Lucifer raised his brow at that, wanting his daughter to not feel any more pain for that horrible nightmare. "Plus," he started before surprising Charlie by tossing her in the air and catching her with ease. Charlie squealed and giggled once her father's hands reconnected with her petit body. "It's gonna take a lot more than an army of angels to take daddy out." Charlie giggled more, her tiny hands covering her mouth. "Really?"

"Uh, like duh." Lucifer replied earning another giggle from his daughter. "I would blast those angels to oblivion. Going all 'pow pow pow ka-boom'!" Lucifer said, mimicking sound effects while also wiggling his fingers along Charlie's sides every time he said a sound effect. The princess laughed trying to swat away her father's sneaky hands.

"Oh oh and then one angels swoops in and I go, 'Hey betcha didn't see this coming.' And then I..." Lucifer purposely trailed off for a dramatic effect before swooping down to plant love bites all over Charlie's neck. Charlie balked as she felt her father's love bites. "Dahahahahahahahaddy!"

"And then, the real fun begins." Lucifer says as he booped Charlie's nose and summoned all 6 of his wings and engulfed both him and Charlie inside a little bubble. Lucifer smirked giving Charlie a kiss on her cheek before he covered up his eyes. "Just when the angels think they've won, daddy's gonna hide in plain sight and pull off a super scary face to scare them back to Heaven." Charlie couldn't respond because on of Lucifer's wings was tickling her feet. Only the sound of Charlie's giggling allowed Lucifer to know that Charlie was still there. "And it looks like...this!"

Lucifer uncovered his face, crossing his eyes, making a fake pouty face, and sticking his tongue out as the cherry on top. Charlie's laughter went up an octave as she stared at her father's silly face. "Thahahahahahahahat's silly ehehehehehehehe daddy ehehehehehehehehehe!!" Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle himself but he wasn't done yet. The fallen angel covered his face again. "Where's daddy Charlie? Where is he?" he didn't get answer for Charlie was still giggling her head off, the wing now making it way to her toes. "Peekaboo!" The fallen angel declared, uncovering his face to find his happy bubbly daughter still giggling her head off.

This gesture went on for a while until the King of Hell covered his eyes once more. "Where's daddy?" Again he asked but this time, he didn't immediately reveal himself just yet. He unlashed the wing that was tickling Charlie's toes and allowed her to breathe for a moment. Charlie rolled over and crawled her way over to her father, even going as far as climbing on him so she was at eye level with him. "Daddy, come out!" she giggled as she pulled on one of his fingers. A moment later, noting happened until- "Peekaboo!"

"AH!" Charlie let out a cute squeak as Lucifer lashed onto her and toss her in the air again. "I gotcha, I gotcha!" he chanted as he watched his daughter completely lose it in his grasp. Lucifer held his daughter in a tight embrace as he gave her a kiss on her forehead. Charlie unexpected repeated the gesture, kissing her father under his chin. Lucifer blushed at his daughter's affection but before he could thank her, his little apple gave out a very tired yawn. Lucifer chuckled. "Bed time Charlie."

"Daddy." Charlie said before Lucifer could get up to take her to her room. "Can I sleep with you? Please?" Charlie gave him her please eyes. Lucifer's blush refused to falter upon seeing this. He gave her a smile before saying, "You never have to ask for that." With that, the King of Hell snuggle up against his daughter and went to turn off a lamp that he accidentally left on. The two Morningstar's snuggles together throughout the night, neither of them wanting to separate from the other.

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Reaction to you disliking his ownership proposal(lesson 20)

Angst / hurt/comfort

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 As soon as he Saw your face, he knew he had gone too far. Being a perceptive person and just being with you for so long, he has learned to pick up on your more subtle tells. Being a demon of pride, he can never just straight up admit that he had feelings for you, that he'll miss you, and that he wants to have a connection with you in the form of a pact, nope. Like the peacock, he represents, he has to puff out his chest in Pride and show off.

Maybe internally, he's scared that his brothers may surpass him in importance in your eyes? Or that you might never return one day. Mortals care about their short life far more than demons do. Whatever those fears may be, Lucifer was never one to open up about them. Nope, he had to grab you and declare his ownership of your being with you clearly said no, too, before having a pact with you.

Instead of becoming vulnerable, sharing his grievances, and making not just a pact but a promise, he had to show you who was 'the one in charge.' Lucifer would curse at himself feeling his heart sink when you left the room, a sinking feeling in his chest of regret for what he had just done. You are far more important than his pride. And to forget that was foolish.

two of you sat together in his study, with a glass of Demonus hoping to ease his nerves and perhaps yours as well. You shared your concerns eyes red from crying. he swallowed his pride "Thats…"... "I could never Own you."

Lucifer sighs ,trying to find the best way to put it into words. "The way I went about this conveyed something different to how I truly felt. I am sorry, i don't want to own you. I don't want to lose you."

Although Reckless, much too Reckless for Lucifer's liking. he does admire the way you did things in your own way hell what you did fixed his brother's lives ,something that he couldn't do for hundreds of years. 

I feel like that's when he tell you. Lucifer very rarely gets vulnerable but you're one of the very few people he would show this vulnerable side to. Feelings of you potentially leaving him for someone you deserve that's far greater than himself, (the root of Pride is deep insecurities after all)

That someone in the human world will sweep you off your feet and you won't come back. No matter how much the thought scared him it wouldn't be unusual for a human to continue with their own life before it was uprooted when they were essentially teleported to the Devildom.

What Lucifer really wants is not for you to blindly obey him; he wants to know if you'll be by his side and continue to be there for not only him but for his brothers as well. He wants your relationship to be more than just a pact.

He knows that you don't care about pacts at all. Maybe that's why he trusts nobody else but you to be in a pact with. Because Lucifer hates being Owned and controlled as well, he couldn't think of anyone else to entrust his well-being with. Even if you use his pact, he would know it'd be for his good. As well as for you to call upon him when you're in danger.

That independence he loves so much is the Independence that terrifies him, that unpredictability that he fears might lead to his demise one day, that reckless behavior of standing in the face of demons that have the strength of 1,000 men baring their teeth snarling threats in your face, and still march to your goal. Lucifer would never want for you to stop being you.

'Then why did he say it in the first place?' Lucifer is never one for vulnerability. Even if it's with the person he trusts the most, he never wants them to see him in this light. But he completely understands why you reacted the way you did. So he would essentially take back what he said. And effectively apologize and ask for a redo taking your hands in his and making something akin to a promise, maybe even a vow? to be at each other's sides. To support and be in each other's lives to your grave.

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pen thread music flame and comet? (@snowpuffclovers)

i can finally essay about takaharaa :DDD yayyy

🖋️ pen: say a fact about your self insert, it can be absolutely anything! short or long winded!

(hehehe angst)

when takahara absorbed the magic from the forbidden door, he obtained inhuman powers, among a few other things. one of the 'other things' could be read as somewhat of a curse? because ever since absorbing that magic, people have started to forget him

people he knew well and were close with weren't quite affected, of course. but acquaintances would find that his face, name, and voice have blurred in their memory. if an old classmate hadn't talked to him in a few months, there's a good chance they're right on the cusp of forgetting him altogether

he and solomon made a talisman to give to people that's charmed to help them remember. and to ease takahara's nerves a little. it's hard to go through life everyday having to remind everyone who you are. especially as someone in diavolo's inner circle

but he supposes it helps a bit during investigations, that people do not remember his face. but it keeps him up at night sometimes, wondering if he'll wake up the next morning only to find that his entire family had forgotten him

🧵thread: what would your self insert wear in the source your f/o is from? it can be multiple outfits or just one!

ooooh takahara has a lot of outfits lmao. i have yet to make better refs though 😭 so ill take the time and ramble about it instead im so sorry about how long this is HDDJFFJ

in s1 and 2, takahara's casual outfit is his signature red hoodie, grey pants, red sneakers (very random but important design note: after lesson 6, he always keeps the hood up because he feels like it better protects his neck :) ) it's very unassuming and comfortable, as that's how he hoped to be perceived

god wait that is so strange to say lmao not to tangent but 🥹 wow character development 🥹🥹 "oh no! guy who used to try and fade into the background and avoid attention realizes that he likes attention and has been deprived of it his entire life! he begins to work on himself and become confident so he never has to hide anymore and- oh fuck he's been cursed to be forgotten by everyone" like wow okay 😭

i haven't thought about it much before (just a little hehe) but takahara's wardrobe changes actually kind of do reflect his character huh 🥺 yay. go me im so good at this

his rad uniform is very standard. as i said, bland and unassuming. the most customized thing in there his how he uses the red sash as a scarf (also to cover his neck). as time goes on, the scarf becomes a staple part of his design. and i like it a lot because it's still takahara signature color red (more vibrant than his hoodie though 👀), but unlike the hood, it doesn't quite hide his face. takahara in rad uniform is like. almost foreshadowing for how he feels at home in the devildom. how well he fits in there without even realizing

(extra: in s2, takahara very briefly has a white and blue outfit when he and lucifer visits takahara's family in the human world. it's meant to directly contrast his usual color palette AND emphasize the demeanor change/masking takahara does in his old life as a human compared to how he's grown to be like in the devildom

in s3, takahara's outfit is somewhat similar as s1, but he has a black shirt, red hoodie (it's a slightly brighter red and has a zipper left open this time), and a denim jacket. i don't think about s3 much but ive contemplated whether or not takahara should put down his hood this season

now s4 and onwards is the outfit i usually draw takahara in now :D which is the light brown trench coat, signature scarf, boots, and rad emblem! these are his work clothes essentially. since by this time, he's joined diavolo's inner circle 👍

EXTRA BONUS: his nightbringer outfit, which i do have a reference for hehe. takahara has like a million more outfits for different events, but these show up the most in the main story :)

bonus: do you have a weapon? if so, describe it or show it!

hmmmm i wouldn't call it takahara's weapon exactly, but he had a rapier during nightbringer. which plays a um. somewhat significant role, let's say 😁

🎵music: if you/your self insert had a theme song, what would it be?

THIIIIIIIS!!!! THIS ONEE!!!!!

hate me sometimes - stand atlantic is The takahara song and it has been his theme song since the moment i made him 🙏 amen. i will be talking for actual days if i was told to do lyric analysis about this song so that's all i will say

bonus: an extra song that fits your self insert and your f/o!

if you ask me to lyrically analyze easy to hate - waterparks i might actually kick your door and talk for a million years but just know. that this is THE ARIFER SONG. it is SO their song. and i adore it with my entire being

i viscerally remember when i was first writing up their story and making the playlist and being so stuck because i couldn't find a single song that fit them well enough. AND THEN THIS SONG JUST. RAN ME OVER 😭 all the lyrics about them source trust me

🔥flame: does self insert have an enemy? if so, who is it and why are they so hated? what was a particularly heated moment between you two?

my enemy is lucifer. i hate him because he exists and for a heated moment there was- (is shot)

um. serious answer idk 😔 like to be very frank takahara hasnt hated anyone more than lucifer HDSHHSG like seriously 😭 he's not. an emotional guy. there are people that annoy him or people that inconvenience him but they don't really matter to him i think. he just calls annoying people worms,,,

and like the question is so funny to me, you can't say HEATED MOMENT and ENEMY around takahara 😭 that's the fucking enemies to lovers guy 😭😭

☄️comet: what was a moment where your self insert really shined? this can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

takahara mattering to the plot? 😭 lmao since when /j

i think the first things that came to mind are all instances of takahara trying to protect his siblings (the grimoire incident in lesson 6, distracting lucifer so they can sneak up to the attic unnoticed, all the times he steps in front of them when he senses danger) 🤔 hm. yeah i genuinely find it hard to find a very specific moment where he "shines", as the question put it. it's just that a lot of his more important moments involve his relationships with others

the only moment i think he really has for himself is absorbing magic from the forbidden door but god that is so trauma heavy i don't know if im allowed to call that badass lmaoo 😭

maybe, i'll consider that bit in nightbringer when lucifer loses control in cocytus so takahara (no longer powerless) gets to magic fistfight him :) HDDHFSGH

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Thirty-Two}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~6.7k CW: heavy allusion to past trauma, body horror, blood mentions, graphic physical violence, lots of angst, lots of hurt/comfort, mentions of vomit, flashback to past lessons where Lucifer is violent, vague self-harm implication, swearing, refernce to The Labyrinth, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

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Storm snapped awake, her head pounding from the migraine that had rendered her unconscious at Lucifer's desk. The room was dark, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the blackness that surrounded her. She groaned, rubbing her temples to try to ease the ache. Tending to the amount of tasks Lucifer usually handled himself day in and day out was proving to be way more stressful than she anticipated, even with the help from Beel and Fern. She sighed, pushing the documents that she had caught up on aside and stretched out her back, squinting to try to find the outline of the eldest brother in the dark.

Lucifer appeared to have left when she was asleep. She wondered for a minute where he had gone, when the handle of the office door rustled slightly. The door slowly creaked open, spilling a crack of light into the room before shutting quickly behind the individual who entered. Before she could part her lips to greet who she thought was Lucifer returning from somewhere else in the house, she heard Mammon's conniving snicker from the darkness. A beam of light from the 2nd eldest's phone penetrated the darkness, shifting along Lucifer's book shelves in search for something.

"Heh heh heh...With Lucifer's memory gone I'm sure he wont miss some of these expensive treasures..." He quipped to himself, reaching toward a gilded statue on the top shelf. "...Can't wait to see how much this baby sells for."

"Just what do you think you doing, Mammon?"

He shrieked in response, the light from the phone strobing around the room as it clamored to the floor. The statue wobbled, threatening to drop from the shelf as Mammon tried to reign in his pounding heartbeat. Storm sighed, reaching for the lamp behind her and pulling the cord gently. The room became washed in an amber light, and she could now see Mammon, who tried to scramble up from the floor and hide his mischief.

"Hey! What'cha doin' sittin' in the god damn dark!" He huffed, doing his best to yank off the black rubber gloves before she could spot them on his hands. "And why're'ya all alone? This is Lucifer's study, ain't it?!"

Storm rolled her eyes. "I was getting ahead on some work for the next week and I had fallen asleep. Lucifer probably didn't want to wake me, so he shut the light off before he left...But more importantly, what are you doing here?"

"Aw, c'mon now...don't be like that." Mammon whined, strolling toward the desk. He hopped up on the edge, swinging one of his legs dismissively. "With Lucifer's memory gone, that means we can do whatever we want now, without any sorta punishment! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, don'cha see?"

Storm crossed her arms, staring flatly at him with an eyebrow raised. Clearly she wasn't amused.

"This is the perfect time to try to get in on some of Lucifer's secret treasures, and find where he hid my precious Goldie!" Mammon grinned widely. "Don'cha want me to treat you to a special dinner, Lucifer's treat?!"

"Don't press your luck, Mams." Storm sighed again, standing from the office chair.

"Tch, whatever...You're starting to sound a lot like Lucifer." Mammon pouted, reluctantly following behind Storm as she fixed one of the chairs Mammon had toppled over. He snatched up his DDD, snapping the flashlight off.

"Someone's gotta keep you guys in line." She flashed a smirk at him, straightening the bookshelves that he had fumbled into when she startled him.

"Well...anyways..." Mammon nonchalantly turned, snatching a box off of Lucifer's liquor cabinet without her noticing. He quickly shoved it into his jacket pocket before she turned to face him. "Tonight we're gamin' in Levi's room. You're comin' along, right?"

Storm sighed, dropping her gaze. "I wish I could, Mams, but there's still a lot that needs to be done and-"

"Seriously!? I ain't barely seen ya since this whole shit with Lucifer's memory started. We used to game every week, but for the past 2 weeks ya find some excuse not to play with us." Mammon threw his hands up, before shoving them back into his pockets. His frown reached deep within his eyes, the sadness of having not been able to properly hang out with Storm like usual clearly getting to him. "If we ain't gonna have our pact for much longer, I wanna get the most out of it while we still can, y'know?"

Storm's expression softened. "It wont be like we can't game after this is all over with, you know."

"Yeah, but..." Mammon shifted his jaw uneasily. "...It'll still be different..."

She sighed, knowing it was useless resisting such an adorable puppy-dog expression when Mammon looked at her like that. "Alright, fine. I'll come."

"Yahoo!" Mammon exclaimed, grabbing Storm by the wrist and dragging her out of Lucifer's office. "If we play Devil Cart, I want ya on my team!!"

Storm giggled, trying to keep up with Mammon's hurried pace as he pulled her up the stairs. His gate slowed when they reached the top, seeing a familiar, black-haired demon standing cross-armed in front of Leviathan's door.

"Lucifer?" Mammon blinked in surprise. "What'cha doin'?"

Lucifer bashfully turned toward the two as they approached. "...I can't get in."

Mammon furrowed his brow in confusion. "Huh?"

"He says I need to say a code, otherwise he won't let me in." Lucifer sighed.

Storm shook her head with a smile. "Even when his brother loses his memory, Levi is still strict about his room rules."

"Oi! Levi!" Mammon pounded on the door. "Open up, will ya!?"

"Sorry, this door doesn't open unless you say the secret phrase." Levi snapped from behind the door, seemingly pleased with himself. A soft giggle from Sarah could also be heard beyond the threshold.

"Uhh...Lets see..." Mammon scratched the back of his neck, seemingly trying to remember Levi's code. "The Lord of Fools is rich and good looking....and lives a super lavish life."

"BZZZT! Wrong!" Levi barked, followed by a cackling laugh from Sarah.

Storm rolled her eyes, pushing Mammon aside. In as soft of a voice as she could muster, she uttered the phrase: "The second Lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having Incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for his misdeed-"

"It was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed 'The Lord of Fools'." Levi opened the door as he finished the phrase for her, smiling widely. "Secret phrase verified. You and your party may enter."

"Why'd'ya gotta make such a long password for your room anyways?" Mammon grumbled as Fern (who seemingly came out of nowhere) rushed past him, eagerly flopping down on the beanbag across from Sarah.

"Do you actually submit yourself to that every time you come here?" Lucifer leaned down as they walked through into Levi's room, murmuring in her ear. "That's...quite impressive."

"Impressive..?" Fern snapped their head back in laughter. "This weenie will open the door for Storm even if she got it wrong. He changes it every damn day! Everyone else just needs to tag along with her so they can get in too."

"Hey..." Levi flushed. "Storm gets special permissions if it's urgent enough..."

"Yeah, 'cuz ya got a crush on her." Mammon snickered, flopping backwards onto the same beanbag Fern sat on. They shrieked, squirming to get more room by pushing him off.

"W-what!?" Levi's face reddened further. He brought his arm up to shield it from view, trying not to let Sarah see that he did, in fact, have a mild school-girl like crush on the red-headed human.

"Ha! Don't we all though?" Sarah cooed, batting her eyelashes at Storm. "She's hard to resist."

"Oi, enough'a that!" Mammon grumbled, kicking Sarah in the shin. She yelped, casting him a scowl.

"Anyway..." Heart interjected, pulling Levi toward his shelf of games. "What should we play?"

"What about Demonopoly?" Mammon smiled cheekily. "We got plenty of players to make it interestin'."

"Not after you wiped the floor with us last time." Sarah scoffed, trying to see around Heart for other games. "We could play Wheel of Misfortune?"

"That's really only good for 3 players though." Levi noted.

"We could take turns?" Heart shrugged. "It sounds fun!"

"I want everyone to get a chance to play together though." Levi frowned, tapping along the spines of his games. "....Here! Let's all play Super Smash Devils!"

The others excitedly bickered over which controller was whos as Storm settled cross-legged on Levi's floor. Lucifer handed her a pillow, deciding to sit next to her. Their legs almost touched given the limited space of the 3rd eldest's bedroom.

"...So, do you often gather at this hour to play games?" He asked, smiling warmly at Storm as she adjusted the pillow so both of them could lean on it.

"Yeah, mostly. It's not always the same crowd though..." Heart turned, counting the amount of people in the room to ensure they had enough controllers between the 4 humans, Levi, and Mammon.

"Yeah, sometimes Beel and Belphie join us. Vivi and Satan came once too." Mammon added, snatching the yellow and black controller out of Fern's hands. They hissed at him, smacking his arm to try to get him to give it back.

"I see..." Lucifer mused, watching Levi nervously hand Storm a sparkly teal controller with the name "Henry" written on the side in cursive script. He smiled as he watched her relax, finding himself intrigued as to how something so simple could make her feel calm. "Then, I'd like to play too."

Everyone in the room dropped what they were doing, snapping their attention to Lucifer.

"...What?!" Fern gaped, as if they couldn't believe those words had just left his mouth. "Grumpy McTight-Wad wants to what?!"

Levi used his pinky to pretend he was cleaning out his ear. "I'm sorry...y-you want to play games with us?? Really?!"

Lucifer swallowed anxiously. "That's not a problem, is it? If it's too many players we can just-"

"N-no! No, it's not a problem!" Levi shook his head, digging in one of his cubbies for another controller. "I just...didn't expect you to want to, is all..."

"Well, I do." Lucifer smiled as Levi handed him a black controller. "So, how do I play?"

Levi turned on the game, skipping through the intro sequences and moving on to the character selections screen. "Well, you start by choosing one of the characters you see here."

"Hmm. Alright...I'll go with this one." Lucifer smiled, selecting a the character that most reminded him of Storm. She was an archer dressed in white and green, with bright orange and yellow hair. She gave a hearty phrase of encouragement and confident pose as he selected her, causing his lips to turn up into a smile.

"Bahaha! You picked a total throw-away character!" Mammon cackled, picking a large, cartoonish demon with twisted horns and a long, spiked tail. He laughed menacingly as Mammon picked him, cracking his knuckles.

"Wait, Lucifer!" Levi frantically tried to get him to pay attention as he nervously watched Fern, Storm, Heart, and Sarah pick over his the characters he was best at. "Each character has attributes that make them more beneficial that others...The Fallen Archer isn't the best one for beginners, so-"

"Nah, let him learn the hard way!" Fern grinned evilly. "We'll wipe the floor with him!"

The battle began, each character frantically thrashing their weapons and using their magic abilities to try to knock each other off the map. The first one out of the game was Storm, followed by Sarah, then Fern, then Heart. Fern shouted at Mammon to kick Lucifer out of the map, but by some stroke of pure luck (and random button mashing) Lucifer managed to avoid his attacks. Then, he somehow used a move that nearly sent Levi flying off the ledge of the map as he tried to catch a power-up. Finally thought, Mammon managed to jump out of the way as Lucifer's character rushed at him, sending him careening off the side of the map.

"HAHAAA! YESSSS! That's a Second place finish for the great Mammon!" Mammon cheered, throwing his hands in Fern's face. "Take that, Booger Head!"

"I'll beat your fuck, you wiener!" Fern snarled loudly, trying desperately to push Mammon off of their beanbag once more.

A few more games came and went, Lucifer picking a majority of the characters that were left abandoned by the individuals who had more experience with the game. Along with his choices came lots of teasing and ridicule for his choices. Despite the poor decisions in character selection, Lucifer still managed to end up in either second or third place with each round.

"BOO ya! Eat my shit, Sarah!" Fern cawed as they smacked her her clear across the map with a giant hammer, sending her into oblivion.

"Hey, no fair!" She pouted. "I wanted the special hammer!"

"Ya snooze ya loose!" Fern cackled, now turning their attention to Lucifer. "You're next, grandpa!"

Lucifer scrunched his brow as he tried to focus, managing to dodge their attacks. Eventually they caught up to him, but they were both taken out by Levi's super attack.

"Damn! I lost again!" Lucifer huffed, setting his controller aside.

"At least you didn't get last like Storm." Heart snickered, pointing out that Storm was the first out of every round.

"hehheh, I'm just not very good at this game," She blushed coyly, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's still fun though!"

"Yeah. And still, I'm super impressed, Lucifer." Levi nodded toward him. "I wasn't sure if you'd be able to keep up, but you've gotten the hang of this in no time at all."

"Psh, yeah. Despite his poo brain, he's still the same stinky old Lucifer." Fern grumbled.

"Whatever, let's just move on to the next game. I wont quit playing until I manage to beat you at least once at one of these games, Levi." Lucifer smirked confidently, causing Fern, Sarah and Heart to erupt into a fit of laughter.

"You, beat Levi?" Sarah wheezed, trying to cease her laughter. "I'll believe it when hell freezes over."

Levi frantically hid his excitement behind his arm, hardly able to contain how happy he was that Lucifer showed some interest in something he did for once. It made him gleeful to think Lucifer would choose to play games with them, let alone actually enjoy the competition.

"Lets play Devil Cart! I call playing First!" Sarah giggled gleefully, hopping over to the game system and switching the cartage.

"This one is only 4 players, so we'll have to take turns." Storm commented to Lucifer, who eagerly snatched a place in the game before Mammon could select a character. "Each cart has different stats and-"

"Oi! I wanna go first too!" He grumbled toward Fern, who smiled wickedly back at him.

"Calm down, there'll be plenty of time to wipe the floor with you later."

"Why you!" Mammon captured Fern in a headlock, giving them a rough noogie as they screeched. Sarah and Heart began the race while they were distracted, giving both of them and Lucifer a head start.

Levi leaned back, tapping Storm on the shoulder. "Pst...Hey...Storm..."

She smiled, turning toward him behind Lucifer's back. "What's up?"

"Well...I...I just want you to know that...even if we're not bound by a pact, I still want you to come play video games with me here as much as you can." He blushed, averting his eyes. "You're still gonna be my Henry...okay?"

"Oh, of course." She smiled. "I love playing games with you, Levi!"

Levi shrieked eagerly, causing Lucifer to veer his car to the left.

"AHH! Give me a warning before you shout at the top of your lungs, Levi! You made me fall off the level!" Lucifer huffed as the floating Demon placed his cart back on the track and Fern blew past him, leaving banana peels in their wake.

Vivi's breath was sharp as they stared at their reflection in the mirror. Their bloodied fingers gripped the edges of the sink, desperately clinging for something to ground them back to reality. Normally, fights wouldn't phase them much- some of these demons really just needed to be put in their place and learn that humans weren't all weak willed fools who they could take advantage of. This one though...this one was different.

Vivi had been going about their normal routine, feeding the cats in the RAD courtyard with Satan before attending their first class together. He had done wonders to get her back into the habit of going to class, and they even found themselves wanting to impress him with their grades, so they actually started paying attention. Afterwards, they parted ways to head to their next class, but it was only a brief separation. The student who they had gotten into a fight with a few days prior had their sights on the grungy human, seeking them out like a predator stalking its prey amongst a sea of by-standing demons. They approached quickly, catching Vivi off guard as they stopped to fill their water bottle.

One rough yank of their long hair was all it took.

Vivi was torn away from the fountain, and immediately pressed into a headlock. The demon's hot breath on their neck made them want to vomit. It was as if all of their fighting instinct had faded away, and the only thing on their mind was fleeing. The tension on their scalp wasn't unbearable in the physical sense, but each tightening of tension pushed them further and further down into abhorrent memories that were previously buried in the recesses of her mind. They slashed their nails into the demons arm, pawing in desperation for him to release them. A window-shattering scream from her vocal cords, followed by the sound of crushing bones was all she remembered after that.

They weren't sure how they got out of the demon's hold, but the minute they were free, they ran. Their lungs burned as their long legs maneuvered them threw the amassed crowd, some yelling at her to watch where she was going as she plowed through them. Somehow, she ended up here- locking herself in the bathroom next to the council chambers, shakily trying to bring her mind back from the horrid memories that swam through her head and fogged her vision.

Her knuckles were nearly translucent as she gripped the sink. Her stomach turned; vomit threatening to surge up through her esophagus. She tried to catch their breath, cursing themselves over and over again for being so weak in comparison to the other demon. No...not the other demon...the other human who had caused all of this in the first place.

Vivi jerked their gaze down, as if seeing the memories playing out on a TV in front of her. No longer was she the strong human who few others dared to trifle with, who felt empowered by her many piercings and dark makeup. She was now the frightened child who had been meek and soft-spoken, doing her best to be friendly and loving despite the callousness she received in return. Before she decided she wouldn't let anyone push or pull her around anymore. Before her mind was plagued with memories of violence, the likes of which no child should have ever had to go through. Her scalp ached with burned physical memory that resulted in her keeping her hair short for years. She cut it off repeatedly until no more tendrils that the loathsome person who harmed her had touched were there. until she was rejuvenated; a new person....He skin unscathed. The same urge to rid herself of the burdensome locks returned, her brain crying at her to chop them off, to get rid of the thing that could render her immobile at the hands of another again.

A pounding on the bathroom door jolted her from her thoughts. the knock was frantic, desperate even. She couldn't comprehend what the voice on the other side said, but she recognized the tone instantly.

"Vivi? Vivi, are you in there!?" Storm called out, almost entirely out of breath. "Are you hurt!? Talk to me!"

Vivi sucked in a breath, trying to form words to ensure the other human she was fine, that she didn't need help. But nothing came out. Only a shaky, muted whine; a sound that Vivi didn't think she'd ever made before. Beyond the door, there was a slight murmuring, as if Storm was giving someone directions. Vivi tried to focus on her voice, thinking maybe it would get her mind off of the images passing through her brain.

"Stay right there, I'm getting help!" The sound of Storm's short heels clacking away on the marble floors getting father and father away did little to ease their anxiety.

Vivi took a shallow breath, digging in her satchel to fish out a multi-tool. Using the knife, she shakily held it up to about half-way up a segment of her hair. In one swift movement, she sliced through the tendrils, causing the black, violet, and purple locks to fall haphazardly to the ground. She stared at the hairs as their chest heaved, finding the action to be cathartic. She held her breath, repeating the action several times until her hair was about ear length, though the fashion it was cut in made it uneven. She didn't know when her tears started freely cascading down her face, but as she looked in the mirror once more, she saw the red blotchiness on her damp cheeks, some loose hairs adhered to the tears that wet her face. She didn't know how long the process took, but it felt like an eternity before Someone called to her again from beyond the bathroom door.

"Vi?" Satan's voice echoed through the bathroom. She remained deathly still as he jiggled the handle of the door, their gaze remaining on her reflection in the mirror.

After another few minutes of silence, followed by slight murmurs, the door jostled open. In the threshold stood Satan and Storm, and beyond them hovered Barbatos, a master key-ring dangled on his fingers, and a confused Lucifer, who had yet to have any meaningful interactions with Vivi. Storm and Satan shared a small gasp at the sight before them, nearly tripping over each other to come to Vivi's side.

Storm gently took the tool from their hands, not wanting them to suddenly lash out in fear. After securing the blade and putting it into her jacket pocket, she curled her fingers around Vivi's arm. "Hey...It's okay. We're...We're here..."

When she didn't answer, Storm looked uneasily to Satan, who curled his fingers around hers.

"Why don't we go home?" He murmured quietly, finally earning a slight head turn and blink from Vivi.

"Home..?" She repeated, her gaze now on her hair that was scattered around the floor.

Satan smiled weakly and nodded. "Yep, lets just ditch school for the rest of the day. I'm sure Diavolo wont mind."

Storm gave a pleading glance to Barbatos, who closed his eyes for a moment. After a short pause, he sighed, and gave a single nod. "I shall alert the young master of what happened here today, though I expect there to be consequences from you using your magic in such an aggressive way, Storm."

"We'll deal with that later." She said flatly, turning her attention back to Vivi. "Right now we just need to make sure they get home and get cleaned up."

Barbatos sighed once more, stepping aside so Storm and Satan could lead Vivi home. They took her hand, and Storm draped her coat over her, so they could lead her home with little interference from other demons.

Lucifer followed behind them curiously, not knowing what to make of the situation. He wasn't really aware of the clear power Storm held before now. It was if he was stupefied when Storm siphoned some of his magic, the pact mark on her chest glowing a bright cerulean when she uttered the incantation. What was more mesmerizing, was how hard she yanked the demon's arms off of the other human, bending them in such odd directions that the bones practically snapped under her touch. Given how soft and gentile she was toward...well...everyone, Lucifer had not expected to see such a frightening display of physical aggression. Though, as the memory of the action replayed in his brain, a fragment of a different memory passed him by.

She stood before him, arms outstretched. Behind her stood his younger brother, Beelzebub, and the smaller angel who's name he hadn't yet committed to memory. She had fear in her eyes as she stared him down, but he also saw determination and a plead for him to understand behind them. She shook her head, stating plainly that she would not allow him to hurt either individual she was protecting. He hadn't the faintest idea why he felt so fearful in that moment, but his body shook with terror and rage, but some part of him also felt admiration. He tried to hone in on that feeling, but the memory blocked his will. He gasped, snapping his eyes shut and pausing his footfalls. The memory of him grabbing Storm by the collar and casting her aside with a strong bout of magic rippled through his mind, along with her pained whimpers. The sound that seemed to stay glued to his ears as her body hit the wall made his heart pound deafeningly in his ears, not knowing what this random recollection meant at all.

"Lucifer..?"

The eldest brother snapped his eyes open, darting his gaze around the hall at RAD. Before him stood the small red-head, concern swimming in her eyes and knitted onto her brows. She touched his arm so gently, rubbing her thumb along the seam of his uniform. His breath was heavy, and it was now that he noticed that Vivi and Satan were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey..." Storm cooed, reaching her other hand toward his cheek. She cradled it delicately, moving his jaw so that his eyes stayed focused on her, rather that the whispers all around them. "Is everything alright?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, shaking his head. "I...I'm not so sure."

She nodded sadly, taking his hand in hers. "Lets get you home too. I'll make us all some tea."

Lucifer nodded his mind feeling hazy as she lead him down the rest of the corridor. They caught up with Satan and Vivi on their walk back, noticing that the two had stopped to pet a cat on the sidewalk just outside RAD. Something in her heart told her that things would be okay, but the anxiety about such intense reactions happening one right after another, and to individuals who she considered herself so close to, frightened her to no end.

Satan held Vivi's hand firmly, taking Storm's encouragement to go on ahead while she dealt with whatever was wrong with Lucifer that made him stop in the middle of the hallway. He kept his peripherals on her, making note of every slight wince, shuttered breath, and deep swallow that she performed. His pace was quick, wanting to get her to the safety of the house of Lamentation as soon as physically possible. He was so focused on the task at hand that he barely noticed one of the regular cats patter up to them from behind, meowing incessantly for attention. It wasnt until Vivi's yank on his hand, requesting him to slow down, that he gave the animal some thought.

They bent down, scritching it's favorite spot underneath its chin that it liked the most. Satan watched at first, noticing the slight smile that developed on their lips as they pet the cat. He joined them, trying to make conversation that would distract them from whatever awful feelings caused them to chop off all their hair.

"You know...now that Lucifer's lost his memory, we may be able to convince him to let us bring one of these guys home." He smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "I think it'd be nice, don't you?"

Vivi didn't say anything in response, only nodded. Satan tried to maintain his smile, but couldn't help the anguish he felt at her silence. He knew it wasn't uncommon for Vivi to be relatively quiet, choosing to bask in their own silent company, and occasionally his. But this silence felt different. It was as if she wanted to speak, but couldnt find the strength or ability to.

Satan sighed, tossing a glance over his shoulder. Both Storm and Lucifer finally exited RAD, and Storm's face was paled with concern- even more than before. Lucifer had a look of anxiety about him, one that Satan didn't think he'd ever seen. He gave a sigh, turning back to Vivi and motioning for her to keep walking. Satan smiled as the cat followed on their heels, purring loudly, which helped make the silence between the four of them a teeny bit more comfortable...though a tense anxiety remained, hovering over them like a storm cloud.

Solomon and Diavolo were waiting for them on the stoop when they returned, having heard about the situation from Barbatos. They tried to corral them all, but Satan had other priorities. Storm decided to meet with them alone after brewing some tea and ensuring Vivi and Lucifer were attended to, while Satan took Vivi directly up to his room and set her in his bed amongst the softest blankets he could find scattered around the room. She put up no fuss, which Satan felt relieved by. He half suspected her to immediately shut herself away from him and Storm, which was usual for her. But something about the grip she had on his hand as he stated he would go bring her up some tea and snacks made him hesitate.

"Don't leave..." The first words she spoke since they found her in the bathroom hit his ears like an avalanche, despite being barely audible. He frowned, kneeling in front of her. His fingers smoothed over her cracked knuckles, dried blood still painting the underside of her nail beds and the pads of her fingers.

"Okay. I wont." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. He watched as she nodded, then dropped her gaze to the floor. He would focus on cleaning her up later. For now, she needed some rest and support.

Using his magic, Satan called over a few of the floating books that spun lazily around the room. He cast them aside until he found one that was easily digestible in Vivi's state, landing on a novel that was relatively popular in the human world around the 1980s.

Satan settled in next to Vivi, who instinctively leaned into his arm, shifting from holding his hand to clutching his bicept. He began to read, filling the awkward silence with a story about a young girl who found herself in a grand adventure to save her younger brother after he was stolen by a goblin king. Vivi listened, but her expression was mostly unwavering. He occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, ensuring she wasn't under any duress. It was awhile before there was a gentle knock at the door, and Storm appeared from the threshold, carrying a tray of tea cups and sweets.

"I brought some milk tea and raspberry jam squares." She said softly, carefully stepping around the books that were strewn about haphazardly around Satan's room. She set the tray down on a short, stable stack of books, asking Satan if she needed anything else from her.

"Perhaps later." He nodded in thanks, giving Storm a warm smile. "I can take care of things for now."

She returned his nod, sparing a concerned glance toward Vivi. Pressing a hand softly to her shoulder, she gave her her best attempt at a smile, given how anxious she was. "Vivi...I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you want to talk, we can. If not, that's fine too. Satan and I are here for you, okay?" She paused, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Don't hesitate to ask me if you need something. I'll do or get whatever you need in a heartbeat."

Vivi glanced up to her compassionate gaze, finding Storm's warmth spread through her veins like a heated blanket. "Thank you, mom."

Storm blinked rapidly in surprise at first, sparing a glance toward Satan, who quirked his brow in confusion. Vivi's face turned beet red, realizing what she had said.

"Storm. T-that's what I meant..." She grumbled, swallowing hard and averting her eyes.

She smiled, giving a soft chuckle before saying her goodbye and leaving the two alone for the evening, making due on her promise to meet with Solomon and Diavolo after the two panicked individuals were properly taken care of.

The rest of the afternoon, Satan read to Vivi from the book he had selected. She stared off in the distance, snapping herself awake when sleep threatened to take her over. She was afraid of what would haunt her dreams if she dared close her eyes, but having Satan's voice and touch ground her to the present was helpful, and while she couldn't express it yet, She was grateful that he took the time to make her feel comforted without expecting her to talk about what had happened with the demon, or why she had decided to rid herself of the burdensome locks.

She sighed, taking slow sips of the sweet tea as he read to her. It was as if she was finally getting used to being cared for by others, and while it was comforting, a part of her was angry that it took so long for anyone to find value in her. Obviously their calloused demeanor and tendency to shut others out didn't help matters, but after all it held the purpose of keeping them safe. Despite the fact that others still made them nervous and resulted in their walls being firmly set up, the 5th born brother and gentle red-head did wonders at making her feel loved for the first time in her life.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my lord." Storm bowed in apology after closing the doors to the common room, isolating themselves from the others in the house. It took nearly an hour to ensure that Vivi and Lucifer had what they needed, and she felt bad for making the two wait with little explanation.

"Not to worry, my dear." Diavolo grinned. "I'm glad that you have fallen in line with Lucifer's former duties so effortlessly. It has made his amnesia much easier to deal with."

"I appreciate that, but..." Storm sighed, easing down into an armchair. Her head throbbed as she massaged her temple. "It definitely hasn't been easy."

Diavolo chuckled. "I can imagine. I'm sure getting a taste of what Lucifer deals with daily has aged you by a millennia. I expect your hair to be as silver as Solomon's in no time."

Solomon shared in Diavolo's laughter, and Storm did her best to give a polite chuckle, but the exhaustion from the past week had significantly worn on her.

After their laughter faded, it was silent between the three individuals for a moment. Solomon shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing between the two individuals before him. Storm finally cleared her throat after being unable to take the tension in the room anymore.

"So what's so urgent that we need to talk about?"

Solomon sighed. "Well...I figured it would be easier to tell you both at once...I have run into a slight problem."

Storm swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it appears as if the night dagger- based on my research and observations- has been previously used, and barely has any magic affinity. We will need to have a significant bout of magic within it in order to perform the ritual."

Storm shot her gaze to the floor, her hands starting to tremble.

Diavolo frowned. "Is there any way to 'charge it,' so to speak?"

"I'm not sure." Solomon sighed. "Based on my research, it seems possible, but I still am not sure how, or what that process looks like."

"Hmm...This certainly is a dilemma..." Diavolo glanced pitifully toward Storm. "Especially considering the fact that Storm's magic is becoming more unstable with each cast. The effects are becoming more immediate than before, I'm afraid."

Storm slowly lifted her eyes to meet the prince's. "What..?"

Diavolo sighed. "Even before Barbatos told me, I knew you had used your magic at RAD, Storm. Numerous 8-Eyed Sparrows dropped dead from the sky in the gardens at the castle earlier this afternoon. I have also been getting reports that the phenomena has happened within a 12 mile radius of RAD- at the very least. Based on the timeline that Barbatos gave me, it happened within mere minutes of you using your magic on the demon who was attacking Vivi."

Storm's face paled. Shakily, she grabbed her seat for support so she didn't heave onto the floor right in front of them. "I-I'm sorry...I just panicked...H-h-he was hurting her...and I...I..."

"There's no need to apologize...I know you wouldn't have done so if there was another option available." Diavolo gave her a slight smile, reaching across the coffee table to rest his hand on her knee. "But given this incident, it appears as though we are running short on time. Solomon, how long will it take for you to learn what will need to be done to power the blade?"

Solomon shifted his jaw, letting a puff of air out through pursed lips. "I will do what digging I can. Hopefully no more than a couple days."

"Very well. Until then, Storm- please do not use any more magic." Diavolo warned, squeezing her knee firmly. "We don't need to expedite the horrible impacts this power has on the three worlds, and cause more harm in the process."

"Understood..." Storm nodded frantically.

Diavolo and Solomon shared an uncertain glance before they finally stood, saying their goodbyes and exiting the House of Lamentation almost as quickly as they entered. Once they were gone, Storm dropped her head in her hands, soft cries expelling from her throat. She felt so terribly guilty for the harm she had caused, now convincing herself that she had caused an entire species of Devildom birds to go extinct because of her recklessness. Thoughts of Lucifer being permanently kept in a state of amnesia also flooded her brain, followed by the potential fate of the brothers, angels, humans, and other species she had come to love. The intrusive imagery and accusations came endlessly, causing her to cry harder.

Just beyond a crack in the door to the common room, Lucifer stood watching. Malice whined quietly at his side, trying to determine which individual needed more comfort from him at the time. Lucifer swallowed hard, hating seeing Storm in such a fragile state, but figured his presence would only cause her embarrassment. He sighed, silently closing the door and returning to his study, the large dog following uneasily at his heels.

He poured himself a drink before sitting on the plush sofa, wrapping the blanket Storm had given him around his shoulders. He breathed deeply. It smelled just like her.

Malice laid on his feet, curled into a large, protective ball. Lucifer gave another deep sigh, deciding that he would wait until Storm came to him like she said she would. It hurt to leave her alone like that, but he knew it was for the best. Additionally, he needed to formulate his thoughts surrounding the flash of memory he obtained a couple hours earlier. He needed to ask her about it- and he needed to find out how many times he had lashed out at her in such a way. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to atone for the actions, but he wanted to at least try.

[leviathism]

Hello! Hope ur doing well! May I humbly request some very sweet soft sleepy comfort cuddles with Lucifer? With a gn mc (love your writings btw c:)

Late in the night—so late that you couldn’t even find Lucifer in his study—you wandered the desolate halls of the House of Lamentation. It sounded like the beginning of a horror story, but with seven pacts tying you to seven powerful demon lords, you were scared of very few things now.

You crept towards Lucifer’s room, making sure your footsteps were super light. These demons could be very light sleepers on rare occasions and you weren’t in the mood for a cuddle fest right now.

Right now, you just wanted to curl up along Lucifer’s back. With that image painting itself in your mind, you picked up your pace, reaching his door in no time.

You quietly eased the door open, wincing at each and every creak it made. It was as if Lucifer had put a spell on it to make it this way. You actually wouldn’t doubt it.

You would have smiled at the sight if not for your abysmal mood.

The minimal light from the hallway showed you a good glimpse of Lucifer in his silken pajamas, asleep on his side. He was slightly curled up, legs bent slightly showing his true relaxation as he rested.

You quietly shut the door behind you and stepped quietly over to his bed. Finding your spot next to him was never hard and you soon buried your face into the back of his neck, arms wrapping around him.

You must’ve somehow woken him up, despite all your careful and slow actions. There was a deep, long inhale and you froze, feeling how Lucifer shifted as he woke up. With his exhale, you tensed, already predicting his next actions.

He slowly turned around, taking you into his arms. After a few still moments of you holding your breath, his hand found your cheek and he dutifully wiped your damp cheeks dry. He paused. “I know you’re awake,” he murmured, sleepily sighing.

“Just—pretend,” you choked out, refusing to cry anymore. Crying took up too much energy and you didn’t have any left from the shit day you had just escaped. Lucifer hummed, his hand leaving your cheek. He slid it under your shirt and up your back to pull you more snug against him.

His hand left and soon the cover was over you, further encasing you in warmth. You hummed appreciatively, digging your head into his chest. Your arms wrapped around him and you pulled him even closer to you. You chose to ignore his amused yet fond chuckle.

“We will talk tomorrow.” His voice left no room for argument, but you always knew how to weasel yourself out of a hard situation. It also helped that he knew when to stop.

You didn’t reply, only smiled when his hand rubbed soothingly up and down your back.