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demonvibez · 1 year ago

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A Midnight Encounter - Part 2

Characters: [Asmodeus / Beelzebub / Belphegor / Diavolo] x F! Reader Word Count: 5.1k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, chest play, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory, possessive demons A/N: Thanks for all of the love on part one! Part two is just a tad more suggestive than part one, due to a couple of the demons involved. Hope you enjoy! ♡

[Part Two of Two - Read Part One Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

Asmodeus is on the way back from an extremely exhausting day with Solomon, having run errands all across the Devildom with him. He pours himself through the front door with a dramatic flair, a loud pouty whine and a sigh escaping his lips before he tosses his jacket onto the coat rack and makes his way towards the kitchen. He knows that what he needs to end such a draining day is to just relax and sink into his night time routine before settling down to get his beauty sleep. As he saunters across the hallway, he pulls his DDD out of his front pocket, opening it up and haphazardly scrolling through it while he mindlessly walks to the kitchen. He just needs to pop by real quick to get a little potion to add to his face mask for the night - he deserves it after the filthy mess that Solomon dragged him through today! How rude of him~!

Solomon had originally invited Asmo out under the guise of going to a "social club" up in the human realm. The pair had originally asked if you wanted to go along with them, to hang out and get some fresh sun on your skin, but you had prior arrangements to bake and have tea with the Angels over at Purgatory Hall. Unfortunately for Asmo you had to decline - and he really wishes you hadn't! Without you there, it was just awful! Turns out it was no social club at all! Asmo was tricked into going to that stuffy Sorcerer's Society where he had to listen to Sol talk to some crusty old men for several hours. After that, the group of sorcerers dragged poor Asmo out to a remote village, where they spent half of their evening hiking around a mountain in search of a hippogryph they wanted him to use his powers to charm. It was absolutely horrible! No place for someone like the Avatar of Lust to be showing his pretty face~!

All in all, it had been a very exhausting day for Asmodeus. He would normally do his quick routine after experiencing a day like today, but he thought tonight he definitely deserves an extra little treat~! Little did he know that once he reaches the kitchen doorway, however, that a different type of treat would be waiting before him. He almost doesn't notice you standing there at first, his attention deep within his own Devilgram feed, but seeing your gentle form gracefully searching around the kitchen in the middle of the night makes him do a double take. His sunset colored eyes begin to sparkle pink with lust as they take in every inch of you, every subtle little curve accentuated by your adorable little pajamas that he would love to see you wearing more often. He watches as you take a pack of Hell Sauce Flavored Instant Noodles from the top of one of the cupboards, your tiny little cotton shorts riding up just so slightly that the curve of your cheeks peek out from beneath them - just enough to toy with his mind.

Asmodeus can't help but to wonder to himself if you know exactly what you're doing to him - if you know how easily you can charm beings from all three realms as if you are the Avatar of Lust, and not him. How you don't even need magic to make Lust itself weak for you, just merely existing near him is enough to make him go feral. Do you even know how much he thinks about you? How he is just utterly obsessed with you? Can he really even be called self-centered if his mind is only filled with you? Asmo never knew he could feel like this - that he could not only have such powerfully passionate feelings for another person, but that he would also see his sin in an entirely new light. Just as he is seeing you in an entirely new light. Don't you know how gorgeous you look right now? The way the light from the fire on the stove illuminates your flawless face, cascading down each of your perfect curves and making your natural beauty glow in the middle of the kitchen. He can't help but to drink you in with his eyes, memorizing every inch of your body left exposed by your little outfit. Oh how he wishes you would dress like this for him more often. You look so good when you show off your body like this, he has about a hundred outfits he'll give you if you want. He'd love to dress you up in them, right before slowly stripping them off of you, worshipping you every step of the way...

Eyes glowing pink and mind full of lust, Asmodeus glides over to you and pulls you into his embrace right as you notice his presence, before you are even able to speak.

"Well, isn't it nice seeing you here, muffin," he says as he squeezes you, leaning down to press light little kisses into your neck. "I would have come home sooner if I knew such a delicious little snack was awaiting me in the kitchen," he whispers as he kisses his way up to your ear, his hands gently teasing and caressing your body as you turn into putty under Asmo's touch. One of his hands snakes it's way up the front of your shirt as the other holds you firmly in place against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he gently plays with your breasts, his plush lips nibbling on your ear. Your eyes flutter shut, your mind eager to let go and let the sensations take you over, when Asmo suddenly pulls away. You let out a small whine and turn around to face him. He grabs you by the hips and chuckles.

"You're too adorable when you pout," he says as his lips finally caress yours, the kiss light at first but building in passion and intensity as the lust continues to build between the two of you. Suddenly Asmo realizes that he has no idea when your tongue entered his mouth - he is just so consumed with you, he didn't even notice. Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, small moans escaping from the both of you. Asmo can't help but to wrap his arms around you and pull you in tighter, pressing his hips into yours as he grabs your ass. There is so much lust built up between the two of you, he can't even tell which of you it belongs to anymore. You run your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, noticing his demon form when your fingers graze one of his horns, and the whimper you elicit from him along with it. You slowly start to stroke it, massaging as you kiss him, low moans rumbling from his throat with each stroke. The pace of your kisses slow down until you finally pull away.

"Aren't you just the most precious little human ever," he said, pulling you up to carry you, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as you frantically grab at securing your hold around his neck and tugging his hair a little. He lets out a light giggle. Everyone always forgets how strong he is!

"Don't worry, honey. I've got you. We can finish up this little party in my room~♡" he says in a sultry tone, carrying you out of the kitchen and up to his room.

Of course Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, would never miss one of his infamous midnight snack raids. Tonight, however, Beelzebub is feeling the effects of his sin a bit harder - he had a particularly rough fangol practice that day, so he feels even more ravenous than he normally does. He usually enjoys his days playing fangol, the extreme workouts coupled with intense competition making it so Beelzebub can really let loose and blow off some steam. Today's practice, though, was no normal scrimmage match. Instead, a few of his teammates had decided to play a prank on the school's rival team, resulting in them being disqualified from District Championships. Of course, the coaches were nothing less than infuriated. Before practice even started, the entirety of RAD had been called to assembly and lectured by their Head Coach on proper student conduct - with a half hour interlude from Lucifer about respect. After that, the coaches took the entire team out to the Colosseum to run laps around it. When the laps were done, they had to do endless drills, and Beelzebub wasn't even given a snack break for any of this. He didn't even partake in the prank! He was out at Madame Scream's with you trying the newest flavor of Blood Macarons! But here he was, doing tackle drills until he drops, without a single little bag of Spicy Newt Chips.

It is far past dinner time when his coaches dismiss his team. Beel makes his way home and through the front door of the House, dropping his duffle bag right inside the door before starting his shuffle towards the kitchen. With each step forward, Beel can't help but to fantasize about Shadow Goose Burgers and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, his mouth starting to water as his stomach rumbles abnormally loudly. He finally arrives in the kitchen, crossing over towards the fridge, ripping the door open with urgency and pulling out the first item he sees. He doesn't care if the food is marked for a later date, whether it's leftovers or ingredients for a recipe - Beel was starving and he was gonna consume every little bit of food in sight. He doesn't usually like to indulge in his sin like this, always feeling immense guilt after his binges are over, but today he feels he deserves it. He restrained himself all day, put up with his coaches' punishments, and didn't fly into a rampage a single time. He earned this midnight binge in his eyes, and he really didn't care if it meant he would have to pay to replace the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hell, even if Lucifer strings him up, it will be worth it if he can satisfy some of this unrelenting hunger.

A few minutes later, you make your way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to see Beelzebub standing in the glow of the refrigerator. The door is ajar as he pulls various food items out, opening them up and tossing them into his mouth without a care in the Devildom. You can't help but to crack a tiny smile as you watch him, finding the sight of him eating an entire Eclipse Mince Pie in one bite too adorable. Anyone else would be mad, seeing as that was supposed to be tomorrow evening's dinner, but you just love seeing that warm smile on the Avatar of Gluttony's face. Beelzebub pulls a Devil Crush Mango Parfait out of the fridge, tearing off the cling wrap and turning up the glass to pour its contents into his mouth, the parfait dribbling down his lips and chin in the process.

You can't help but to let out a small giggle, which causes Beel to stop what he's doing and finally turn to look at you, his eyes widening slightly and his hand losing grip of the parfait when he sees how you're dressed. The sound of glass shattering fills the room and a blush creeps over Beel's face at the realization of the lost dessert. Suddenly, another realization dawns on him - he's not hungry for food anymore. He wipes his face on the back of his jacket sleeve before slamming the refrigerator door shut with one hand, stepping over the shattered parfait to walk over to you. He stops in front of you, his large frame towering above as he looks down at you with his violet eyes and rosy cheeks. Your name escapes his lips in a low, grizzly tone, causing your heart rate to speed up just a little. "You really look beautiful tonight," he says, always being honest with what he thinks and feels about you. His eyes scan you up and down once more before the blush on his cheeks deepen, creeping down onto his neck.

His arms reach out and wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body. The look you give him when you look up at him, along with your tiny little hands resting on his chest, are all he needs to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you. The feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips on his tongue, Beel can't help but to think he's in the Celestial Realm all over again. Your lips are sweeter than Celestial Chocolate and he feels himself getting more and more addicted to the taste with each kiss. The Avatar of Gluttony often talks with his mouth full, and just like when he eats, he can't help but to sing your praises as he pours his love for you into every kiss.

"Mmm...ou're so am-zngly 'ewiciousss," he says, refusing to break contact with your lips.

You giggle against his lips, your hands roaming his chest and abs before snaking their way around the back of his neck and up through his fiery orange hair. You can still taste the hints of mango on his tongue when it brushes past your lips to meet yours, and you swear Devil Crush Mango tastes better this way. His hold on you tightens slightly, causing your feet to lift off the ground in his embrace, his kisses as sloppy and ravenous as he previously was for food. After a few more moments, you finally pull away, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. As you catch your breath, Beelzebub looks at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

"I think I'm hungry for you right now...can we continue this in your room? Please?" And before you can finish nodding and telling him your affirmative, Beel is picking you up and carrying you to your room. He doesn't even care about the state of the kitchen or the broken parfait on the floor - he can deal with his brothers yelling tomorrow if he gets to feast on you now.

Belphegor had slept through dinner, hidden away in a crevice of the House of Lamentation where none of his brothers could find him, his DDD on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He had a particularly annoying day today, and he just wanted to snooze it away peacefully and without interruption.

It all started this morning when Lucifer was nagging him at breakfast - the eldest was complaining about the state of the attic, ranting about how the Avatar of Sloth needed to keep it clean if he intended on keeping it as a second room for himself. Then his brothers started arguing over the idea that Belphie has a 'second room' - Asmodeus wanting to expand his closet, Leviathan needing new shelves for all of his various collections, they kept rambling on and on as Belphie tried falling back asleep for a few more minutes, only to be awakened by the shattering of a plate thrown by Satan. He knew it was going to be a long day at that moment.

It was only made worse by the fact that Mammon was being extra greedy with you all day, and Belphie felt like he has barely gotten to see you at all. Every time he would approach you and try to talk to you, even if it was something for class, Mammon would find a way to butt in and steal you. It really pisses Belphegor off thinking about how his brothers always steal you away from him. When he made his pact with you, he meant every single word of what he said. He wants to be closer to you than anyone, and it upsets him when his idiot brothers get in his way of accomplishing that. He'd do anything to constantly bask in the warm sunlight of your attention and affection. He wants nothing more than to just have you all to himself - to steal you away to the attic and lock you both in there, napping away the world and living a beautiful life together in the dream realm.

But of course, he can't do that. You would never be happy just sleeping your life away. And as much as he tried to get your attention today, apparently it just wasn't in the stars for him. His brothers were always going to be in your life, occupying your time and stealing you away from him. Especially Mammon. Which usually, he doesn't generally mind his brothers much. But when it comes to you, everything is different. You're their precious human. The human that made him see the entire world differently. The human that had extinguished the fire of hatred that had been burning inside of him for thousands of years. You mean the world to him - his human, his first love, his starlight, his everything. And when he gets denied access to you - especially from his scummy older brother that he swears still doesn't trust him with you - he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside of him.

The Avatar of Sloth doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is you, and he wants you now. But...sadly, he can't have you now. Because, of course, Stupid Mammon has you roped into helping him with one of his side gigs for the afternoon, and he has no clue what time you'll be back. Sulking off up the stairs with is favorite cow pillow under one arm, Belphie went to go slumber in one of his best kept secret hiding places. He dozes off to the dream realm to see you in his memories, hopeful of seeing the real you when he wakes up.

Hours pass, and Belphegor awakens from his prolonged nap. He pulls his DDD out of his jacket pocket to look at the time, seeing how late it is before putting it back - definitely past dinner time. His stomach grumbles, and he pauses for a moment to observe it, trying to figure out if the feeling is from himself or his twin. His stomach rumbles louder, this time with a certain empty pain, and he decides he must be the one that is hungry. He climbs out of his hiding spot and decides he might as well hit up the kitchen to see if his twin has left him anything. As he makes he way down the hall, pillow in his hold once again, he can't help but to reminisce over the dream he had while he was asleep - it was a memory of the two of you cuddling under the stars on his (and his twin's) birthday. He'll never forget the way you looked under the light of the Devildom moons that night. He wouldn't trade that memory for anything.

Belphie makes quick work of making his way downstairs, turning the corner and making his way straight to the kitchen. 'Maybe I should go see if she's home after I eat' he thought to himself, 'sneak into her bed and cuddle if she's asleep.' He approaches the door, seeing the light cascading from the door frame, assuming his twin is awake and feeling the same pangs of hunger as he is. Right before he walks into the room, he stops himself, his violet eyes widening as he sees you. Instead of approaching you immediately, he slinks back into the shadows, deciding to observe you from afar for a few moments.

He takes in every inch of you with his eyes as you prepare yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Hell Flakes, the memory burning into his mind at the rare sight of you wearing such skimpy little pajamas. He's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's slept in your bed hundreds of times, but you're usually in baggy pajamas or you're wearing your day clothes, caught up in his midday naps. He's never seen you wear anything so tantalizing. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your shorts shape your ass and expose your thighs, tempting him to want to see more...

Do you even know how much of a tease you're being? You don't, do you? Before you can take a single bite of your cereal, he drops his pillow down and sneaks up behind you, wrapping both his arms and tail around you. He buries his face in your shoulder and starts to pepper your skin with kisses, nipping little bites here and there, not wanting to bite down too hard but being sure to leave tiny little marks. The more he breathes in your scent, the more he just wants to possess you. His kisses get a little bit rougher, more frantic as his lips trail their way up your neck. You can't help but to want to give in to Belphegor's touch, dropping your spoon onto the counter as your eyes flutter closed. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hands slide up the front of your shirt, your breath hitching as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name.

"I've been wanting you all day, but you've been busy entertaining my idiot brothers," he said. Suddenly, you feel his tail slide up and around your waist as his hand pulls your chin to look up at him. "You're gonna make it up to me right," he said in a low tone, his lips finally crashing onto yours, his kisses needy, passionate and intense. You match his intensity, pouring just as much passion into the kiss, both of you letting out little moans and wanting more. You break the kiss, turning around in his hold.

"Let's go the the attic," you suggest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Belphegor will be making sure the two of you didn't actually get any sleep for a while tonight.

Lord Diavolo was over at the House of Lamentation late at night. Earlier Barbatos had rushed into his office with an abnormally large stack of paperwork, and an earful of complaints from the Nobles, so he went over to the House to recruit Lucifer’s help and start working on the pressing matter. The three of them had locked themselves away in Lucifer’s private study for the last few hours, toiling away with form after form, eager to reach a solution together that would please everyone. Diavolo can feel himself begin to go a bit stir crazy as time continues to pass like molasses - he needs a break, and he needs it now. Barbatos offers to stop and make the Young Master some of his favorite tea, but he politely declines his butler - Diavolo needs to stretch his legs and get some air. He reassures the other two that he will be fine, they can continue working - he is just going to take a quick stroll around the House and be right back.

Taking his leave from the secret study, Diavolo begins to wander around the halls of the House of Lamentation. He is usually here on business and doesn’t get to just hang out much, so it’s nice for him to be able to see more of the mansion at his own leisure. It’s a shame for him that everyone is asleep at this hour, for he would love to join in on your chaos with the brothers - but he’ll enjoy this rare moment all the same. Speaking of the House’s inhabitants, his mind couldn’t help but to wander to think only of you. As he mindlessly makes his way down the stairs, he can't help but to wonder how you’re faring in his realm. 'Are you happy here? Is there anything you need?' He hopes you know you can always come to him when you need something. Just say the word and he won't hesitate to give you anything you could possibly desire. 'Are you lonely? No...probably not. You have the brothers, after all...'

Diavolo rarely gets to see you alone. Thinking about this, he lets out a small annoyed huff as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms across his chest. It's not lost on him that almost every moment of your waking hours are occupied by one of the Seven Avatars of Sin. As much as he loves his best friend, and his 6 rowdy younger brothers, he couldn't help but to feel a small thorn of envy pierce at his heart when he thinks about the connection you have with the demon brothers. A connection he may never have with you, given the nature of the seven pacts you hold with them. It's as if that shiny, perfect soul you have is intertwined with theirs, and for political reasons, he may never be able to have that with you. You, the adorable human that stumbled into the Devildom and danced your way right to his heart without even trying. The one that charms beings from all three realms so effortlessly. The one that treats him like he can be normal and do "normie things" (as Leviathan calls it), instead of just treating him like some stuffy royal you are forced to associate with. He feels like you really see him, and every time he thinks about you his love for you grows. A twinge of insecurity sneaks into the back of his mind, for he has no idea how you truly feel about him. You're always so busy with the brothers, getting pulled into various shenanigans all across the Devildom with them, he feels like he never gets enough time with you. Sometimes he wishes you would just tell the brothers off and run away to his Castle so that he can make you fully his and pamper you. He wants so badly to make you his princess, he'll do almost anything.

Just as the thoughts were swirling around in the Young Prince's mind, he began to hear a clatter coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, Diavolo began to press forward, curious to see what the cause of the noise was. He pauses by your door, seeing it open and turning his head to look inside, quickly scanning to find it empty. He raises an eyebrow, finding it odd that you wouldn't be safely tucked in your bed at such a late hour. Continuing towards his original destination, he stops again in the doorway when he sees you, and in that moment the icy thorn of jealousy and loneliness in his chest starts to melt away into something warmer. Only in his fantasies has he seen you dressed in something like this. Fantasies of the two of you tangled in his silk sheets, sharing the most intimate moments of lust and love together before falling asleep in each other's arms. He had no idea when he left Lucifer's study to take a break that he would get so lucky as to run into you like this. He can't help the dark blush that dusts across his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he takes in your appearance. He unfolds his arms and holds them outwards to you, hoping you will hug him as he says your name.

"I didn't expect to see you up this late." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him, immediately getting engulfed in one of his famous warm hugs. He's so much larger than you are, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as your chest presses against his make you want to melt. His cologne smells so intoxicatingly good that you almost forgot he had said something to you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Dia," you finally reply to him, slightly flustered.

Diavolo's heart starts to beat faster at the sound of you calling him such a cute little nickname. He looks down at you with a fond smile, and he can't help but to seize the moment when he sees the look in your eyes, assuring him you may return some of his feelings. He leans down and finally presses his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his large hands slide down your back, his hold on you growing possessive. Much to his surprise however, you nibble on his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it, asking for entrance. You wanted to deepen the kiss, and of course he would always oblige you. As you feel his tongue massage yours, you can't help but to let out a little moan, causing Diavolo's resolve to weaken that much more. You hear a small growl rumble from his chest, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pick you up, your legs instantly squeezing around his waist as your hands slide into that soft red hair of his. A few moments later and he breaks the kiss, setting you down on the kitchen island's counter while still keeping his hold on you.

"I want nothing more than to take you back to my Castle, take you to my room, and keep you in my bed forever," he says, his golden eyes blazing with lust and love for you. You lean in to crash your lips against his once again, murmuring 'yes' and 'lets go' in between kisses. He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his DDD to call Barbatos and tell him to portal you all home - having you in his bed tonight is far more important than some boring paperwork, Nobles be damned.

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fandoms-x-reader · 6 months ago

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Replay - Part 2

Requested By: @f4gg0t-4-0b3y-m3

Word Count: 6,451

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Please read Part 1 first so that this story makes sense!

Summary: Secrets can only be kept for so long. What happens when everyone finds out that their death may be looming. Obey Me! Demons Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon. Briefly includes: Luke, Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael.

You smiled at Barbatos as he handed you another drink, taking your old one. “Thank you,” you told him sincerely before returning your attention to the conversation you were having with Solomon and Asmo.

They were arguing over something mundane, but with how passionately they were speaking to one another, you would think it was a life-or-death situation - as if the ground would open up and swallow whoever turned out to be wrong in the conversation.

You took a look around the expansive living room of the House of Lamentation and a small smile graced your lips as you looked at everyone you loved.

The demon brothers had wanted to throw a small gathering and asked those closest to them to attend. You were surprised at the amount of work they put into the party and you were glad that they had limited the guests to those you knew. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with them before things started to go awry.

Lucifer and Diavolo were on one side of the room, talking happily with one another as they drank Demonus. For once, they both truly looked relaxed.

Luke and Beel had been in the kitchen but now they seemed to be in a small argument. Apparently, Beel had eaten the entire cake that Luke had baked for this special event and now no one else could enjoy it.

Raphael and Simeon had been discussing things with each other while Simeon tried to help mediate Luke’s argument with the Avatar of Gluttony.

Satan was sitting on one of the couches, reading a book. He didn’t think it was rude because he was surprisingly good at being able to read while also listening to everyone’s conversations.

He also wouldn’t be able to move even if he wanted to because Belphie was lying on top of him. It was rare for Belphie to use one of his brothers as a pillow instead of you, but since Satan had been the only one sitting, he took advantage of the opportunity.

Levi was playing one of his handheld games and managed to catch Thirteen’s attention. Supposedly the game had a ton of traps in it and Thirteen was taking notes as her head filled with ideas of her own traps that she could create.

Even Mephisto had showed up to the party. Though, you noticed he was mostly walking around and taking a look at the decor, trying to find something to point out to Lucifer in a disgraceful way. Luckily, Barbatos helped make the house spotless before everyone’s arrival so he was unable to find anything.

The only one who was unaccounted for was Mammon. But you expected that to happen. You knew that he would probably be using the party as a cover to scour through his brothers’ bedrooms looking for something to sell.

Asmo and Solomon had finally changed subjects and you excused yourself from the conversation. You moved to the kitchen to help Barbatos with passing out the snacks.

“You know, you’re supposed to be a guest at the party as well,” you told Barbatos, coming up behind him. He was slightly surprised by your sudden appearance but regained his composure quickly.

“I’m much better at helping host the party than partaking in it,” he replied, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was one of understanding.

You knew that Barbatos was aware of the secret you were holding. It was impossible to keep anything from him. But he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t need to. If he really wanted answers he could easily find them himself. Still, it was a bit comforting to know that at least one person knew the truth.

“So, what still needs to be done in here?” you asked, changing the subject. Barbatos paused for a moment before giving you instructions on how to properly organize the snack platters.

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Mammon had indeed used the cover of the party to try and snoop through his brothers’ belongings. But he was striking out left and right. It was like he had already sold everything of value!

Slightly disheartened, Mammon made his way to your room. He was usually against stealing from you of all people, but he was desperate. He wouldn’t steal anything really important to you though and he would make sure he replaced whatever he stole before you noticed it was gone!

Mammon rummaged through your closet and finally found a locket of some sort. It looked strangely familiar, but he didn’t think anything of it. He continued looking and stumbled upon a picture. It was a picture of you and everyone else standing in front of a well-known human world destination.

But - you had never taken a trip up to the human world with everyone before. Mammon had only been up there once with you and it was to help with Satan and Lucifer’s body-swapping mishap. He certainly would remember if you had all gone up there together.

Mammon felt like his head was spinning as a hundred questions raced through his mind. He didn’t understand what this picture meant; but, he felt like he had to tell Lucifer. So, that’s exactly what he did next.

Mammon raced to the living room noticing the lack of your presence. The others gave him concerned looks at his appearance but Mammon made a beeline to Lucifer and Diavolo.

“Lucifer, we need to talk,” Mammon told his brother and the unusually serious tone in Mammon’s voice worried the eldest. “Is everything alright?” Diavolo questioned, also picking up on his tone.

The others had managed to gather around the three of them, noticing the situation's intensity. “Where’s Y/N?” Mammon asked, not wanting to speak about it in front of you. “With Barbatos in the kitchen,” Solomon replied.

“What’s going on?” Satan questioned as well, joining the group. Even Belphie had woken up. Mammon let out a sigh before explaining, “I was snooping through everyone’s room lookin’ for something to sell-”

“What?” Asmo asked harshly. “Mammon,” Lucifer said, a little too loudly. “Look that’s not important right now! I was goin’ through Y/N’s stuff and I found this picture,” Mammon continued, holding the picture up for everyone to see.

Everyone’s expression turned to one of confusion as they looked at the image. The same thoughts ran through their mind - they had never taken a trip with you up to the human world.

“How do they have a picture of something that never happened?” Levi questioned. “Magic?” Beel suggested but Solomon shook his head. “I’m not sensing any,” he replied.

Lucifer took the picture in his hand and examined it carefully. It felt like he had been there before but he was positive he hadn’t. Not with you and certainly not with everyone else who was in that picture.

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“Okay, we brought snacks!” you said joyfully as you entered the living room once more with Barbatos, both of you holding snack trays. You stopped in your tracks though when you saw everyone huddled in a group together, looking at you with a panicked look in their eyes.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your expression falling. Lucifer was the one who stepped up. He didn’t have a logical explanation for the picture and although he was positive you wouldn’t hurt anyone, the recent evidence made him falter. He was the big brother so he believed it was his responsibility to bring it up to you.

“What is this?” he asked, holding up the picture so that you could see it. He had a neutral look on his face - almost cold. As if he was desperate to not show any emotion as he spoke to you.

You looked at the picture in his hand and your heart skipped a beat. How did he-.Your question was immediately answered when you saw the guilty look on Mammon’s face.

You had been so careful not to let your secret slip. You had done everything you could to protect them from the painful future that awaited them and it was all ruined because of a simple picture you had kept to make yourself feel better.

“Y/N, we’re not angry. Please, just explain,” Diavolo added, giving you a warm smile. Everyone’s eyes were now on you as they awaited an explanation. It was an overwhelming feeling.

You looked to Barbatos who was standing next to you and silently asked him what to do. He gave you a simple nod. One that no one would think twice of yet it gave you all the answers you needed. It was time to come clean.

You sat the snack tray down and didn’t pay attention to the way it practically disappeared into Beel’s arms. He was stress eating.

You let out a small sigh before stating, “That picture isn’t from this timeline.” You waited for them to process the first bit of information, gauging their expressions. You were mostly met with furrowed eyebrows as everyone felt lost.

“What do you mean?” Satan questioned. His gaze wasn’t hard, but one of curiosity. He was simply trying to understand what you were telling him. Just like everyone else.

Barbatos once again gave you a look, encouraging you to continue speaking. Your secret wasn’t doing anyone any good at this point.

“I’ve met you all before,” you continued to speak, a sense of relief washing over you as the burden you had been carrying around for a long time was finally starting to lift off your shoulders.

“I think I would have remembered that,” Belphie replied. You were a pivotal moment for him. You were the one who completely turned his opinion of humans around.

“Why do you think I knew when and how you were going to attack me, Belphie?” you asked and Belphie’s confusion grew. “The first time we met, you killed me in the same way you tried not too long ago. Barbatos brought me back,” you explained.

Belphie was speechless at your words. Did he kill you? Sure, he had tried to when he first escaped from the attic. But you dodged his attacks; and, he was so thankful that you did. He couldn’t imagine a world without you. Yet here you were telling him that he had actually killed you at some point.

Everyone’s eyes gravitated towards Barbatos as if asking him to confirm if what you said was true. He knew it was. He had seen it when he explored for answers about the past after learning your secret. And the look on his face told everyone else what they needed to know.

It explained how you knew so much about them. All of the happy coincidences and educated guesses were really just your life experiences making themselves known.

You noticed that Beel had finished the entire snack tray at this point and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.

“Why exactly are you here? Did you somehow switch timelines?” Solomon asked. He had his questions about you; but, now that he was finally finding the answers, he wasn’t sure he wanted them.

“Not exactly,” you replied, trying to figure out which words to say to explain things the best you could. You didn’t even entirely know how these things worked.

“It’s more like I restarted the timeline,” you answered finally, looking to Barbatos who agreed with your explanation. It was the simplest way to explain things.

“Restarted it?” Mammon asked, doing his best to keep up with things. Was that why you always seemed so familiar to him - even before he came to really know you?

“Something terrible happens and…,” you trailed off but the pain was evident on your face.

“Everyone dies,” Thirteen finished for you. She may not have known that the two of you had met before but as a reaper, she could always tell when someone was talking about death.

The air had gotten much more tense as the attention was once again turned to you. You felt the pain of watching everyone you loved die all over again and a tear slipped down your cheek. They were waiting for you to tell them it wasn’t true but you simply replied with, “Yes.”

“How many times have you restarted the timeline?” Simeon questioned. Surely he wouldn’t forget you more than once.

Another tear escaped as you answered. “I’m not sure - a few times,” you stated and the tension only grew thicker at your response.

Everyone had different reactions to the news, and you didn’t blame them. It was a lot to process.

Lucifer was at a loss for words. He had taken the longest out of his brothers to fall for your charms, but he did fall nonetheless. He felt lied to. Why had you kept this a secret from him? Especially when both his brothers and Diavolo’s safety were at risk.

Mammon was a mix of confused and sympathetic. Why didn’t you tell him from the start? Did you not trust him? Still, you were looking so sad, and Mammon couldn’t bear to see his human looking like that.

Levi was a tad bit jealous. But, could you blame him? He was the Avatar of Envy. And you had entrusted Barbatos with your secret over him - your true friend! Though he supposed he could look past the indiscretion. Barbatos had a way.

Satan could feel the all too familiar feeling of rage building up inside of him. Was he mad at himself though or you? He had noticed the unexplainable coincidences and yet had done nothing about them. At the same time, you could have said something to him. He would have helped.

Asmo was worried about you. You looked so distressed and the tears falling down your cheeks made him want to cry his own tears. He wanted to tell you everything would be okay, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was the truth.

Beel was concerned all around. As the protector of the family, he couldn’t bear to lose another member of his family. He wanted answers. But, you were also a member of that family as well. And seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks, all he wanted to do was hug you.

Belphie was angry. This is why you don’t trust humans - they’re all liars. No. He didn’t actually believe that. He was just lashing out. You had kept a secret from them, yes, but he could see how much you cared about them from the look in your eyes.

Diavolo felt somewhat numb at the news. If everyone around him truly did die then as the future King of the Devildom, he was in the same boat as you. He would lose everything. He wasn’t sure why you had kept this from him but he was determined to prevent the tragedy you spoke of from happening.

Barbatos like Asmo, was worried about you. He understood how painful it must have been to tell the others what had truly transpired, especially because it brought back painful memories for you. With Diavolo’s permission, he would search all of the timelines to find a way to fix everything.

Solomon was somewhat relieved to learn the truth about you. But your reasons for keeping a secret from them were far more devastating than he had anticipated. He’ll search his grimoires to find a way to prevent the future you had seen from happening again.

Simeon had known there had been something different about you, but he never expected it to be something like this. Humans weren’t meant to go through such experiences, and as such he can’t help but feel sorrow for you. You were so pure and innocent - you didn’t deserve to go through this.

Luke was trying to understand the situation at hand. He was only a young angel and this was a lot for him to handle. You were such a pure and innocent person, how had you been hiding this secret? On that note - were he and Simeon really going to die? He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either you or Simeon.

Thirteen didn’t know how she hadn’t picked up on this already. It was her job as a reaper to know when someone had died, so how did she miss the fact that everyone around her had not only died once but multiple times?

Mephisto had a duty to Diavolo. If you were telling the truth, then that meant that Diavolo had died. He couldn’t imagine that happening. His family had a long history of serving the Royal family. He didn’t care about the costs - he would ensure Diavolo’s safety.

Raphael was torn between staying and reporting to Michael. He felt as though this was news that Michael should know. But, at the same time, maybe he could wait. Just for a bit. Just long enough to help figure out how to keep everyone alive.

Once they got past their initial reactions, everyone could see how broken up you were over the events that had taken place. They knew deep down that you had only been trying to protect them, even if they didn’t agree with you keeping a secret from them.

Diavolo was the first to approach you, gently wiping a tear from your eyes. “Y/N, please, tell me what happens,” he pleaded. He needed to know so that he could figure out how to stop it.

So, you explained everything in detail about the rise and fall of the Devildom. You told them how everyone died and what you had already done to try and prevent it. It was a long conversation but a necessary one.

This was a method you hadn’t tried before. The first time it happened, nobody knew it was coming so it couldn’t be stopped. And the times after that, you had tried so hard to protect them from knowing the inevitable that you didn’t include anyone in the decision-making.

But, now that everyone was brainstorming, you could see that this was what you were missing. The key to surviving was the love everyone had for each other. You didn’t need to solve the whole piece of the puzzle. You just needed the help of the ones you cared about to solve the puzzle bit by bit. Sixteen people having 7% of the solution was more than enough to solve the problem 100%.

Everyone contributed an insight that no one else thought of to help work around the problem. And in the end, you were left feeling confident that the cycle would finally break. You would finally save them.

But there was still a chance - a chance that things didn’t go your way. And on that off chance, no one wanted any regrets. And one person in particular wanted to spend the night with you, in case they didn’t have the occasion to do so later.

Lucifer usually remained so composed. He didn’t want anyone else to know the thoughts that were running through his head. But when he found out that his time with you may be limited, his composure faltered.

For a moment, he didn’t care if others knew the emotions he was feeling. He didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to spend the night with you. The opportunity to confess the emotions that you made him feel.

He had whisked you away to his bedroom to have some alone time with you and at first, the only thing he could do was admire you. You looked so perfect all of the time.

You gently cupped his cheek with one of your hands and he leaned into the touch, looking into your eyes that were filled with so much love for the man before you.

“Tell me that tonight isn’t the last time we’ll see each other,” Lucifer stated, his eyes full of sadness. For once, his poise was crumbling in front of you and he didn’t care one bit.

He would remain forever vulnerable in front of you if it meant he didn’t have to lose you.

“We’ll get through this,” you replied, sitting down next to him. You were the only one who got to see this side of him and you appreciated it every single time.

You knew that no matter how cold Lucifer acted he had a genuine side to him. A side that cared more than he let on.

Lucifer gently tilted your head up so that the two of you made eye contact and then he gently placed his lips on yours. He wouldn’t lose you without knowing what this felt like.

You immediately responded to the kiss, pulling him closer. It didn’t matter how many times you had been through this storyline, kissing Lucifer always felt unreal.

Lucifer pulled you on top of him and you let him guide you to where he wanted you. There was no guarantee that the plan would work and you weren’t going to waste what time you had with Lucifer.

Mammon was a bit possessive when it came to you. So when he found out he may not have enough time with you, he immediately stole you away from the others.

You were his human and that phrase went layers beyond what you could even comprehend.

You were sitting with Mammon for a bit, the two of you staring at each other and not knowing what to say.

He was torn between letting go of the tsundere act he put on and remaining strong.

He had so much love in his heart for you and he couldn’t imagine dying without giving you at least some of it.

He was in an exhausting inner turmoil and after a moment, he finally let his head fall in defeat, his forehead resting against yours.

“I don’t want to lose ya’,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. But you had heard it and it had broken your heart. Because you had lost him multiple times now.

You closed your eyes as you tried not to fall apart. “You won’t,” you promised him as you gently placed your lips on his.

You didn’t know if it was the truth, and you didn’t care. You would restart the timeline a hundred times if it meant coming back to Mammon.

Mammon immediately leaned into the kiss, relishing in the way your lips felt. It was just like he imagined since the moment he saw you.

He pulled you so that you were straddling him and when you moved back for a breath of air, he looked into your eyes.

Eyes that he would commit to his memory. It didn’t matter if he died and the timeline restarted, he knew that the two of you would always find your way back to each other.

Levi was going to die and he couldn’t process the information. He had faith that Lucifer would do everything in his power to protect him. But what if he failed - what if he died?

Levi was a shy person, but the idea of dying could give someone all of the confidence in the world.

You were the only person to get Levi to come out of his room. The only one who managed to convince him that he was so much more than a “yucky otaku.”

And he admired you every day for it. He wanted to admire you every day for it. But his days were possibly limited and the thought scared Levi.

He wasn’t good at being pressured into intimate moments, but at the same time, he couldn’t lose you without ever having you.

He had taken you to his room and you were staring at him with big eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“You’re my player two,” Levi stated and your face fell slightly. You knew that you were Levi’s player two. That much was obvious.

It had meant more to him in his mind. He had a message that he wanted to convey to you, he just wasn’t sure how to get it across.

Levi saw the disheartened look on your face and tried to change his approach. “I mean, there’s no one else I would want as my player two,” Levi reiterated and you still looked at him with a blank expression.

This was going to be harder than Levi thought.

He began to panic slightly as he tried to figure out what to say next. He couldn’t just tell you his feelings outright. That would be asking for humiliation.

You placed your lips on Levi’s and his body immediately went into shock. He wasn’t sure how to react.

When you pulled away, you gave Levi a smile before telling him, “You’ll always be my player two.”

Levi had never felt such a strong love in his life.

Satan was a hopeless romantic and he truly believed that he had finally found his partner in crime.

So when he learned that his death may be coming up sooner than he realized, he was devastated. There were so many things he wanted to do with you - so many ways he wanted to court you, just like the characters in his books would do.

But he didn’t have a month to plan your first date, for all he knew, he would be dead in that time. So, he had to express his feelings to you now.

He had taken you away from the others before anyone could even say anything. He needed to spend what little time he may have left with you.

He held you close to him as you sat in his lap. The two of you were in his room, reading a book, and he swore he couldn’t ask for a more perfect evening.

Except his thoughts of you were completely overtaking his mind, preoccupying him from getting any actual reading done.

You felt so warm in his arms and Satan had wished he had asked you to do this sooner. If he had known the way he would have felt about you, he wouldn’t have wasted a single moment.

You had changed so many things in his life, and all he wanted was the opportunity to show you how much you meant to him.

He looked down at you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead causing you to look up at him.

His green eyes shone brightly as they met yours and he placed another kiss on your lips before telling you, “Our story doesn’t end here.”

You looked up at him with loving eyes as you placed another kiss on his lips. You knew his words were true.

It didn’t matter how many times you had to restart, you and Satan always came to this point.

He was your love story and you were his.

It didn’t matter if it was the first time meeting him or the fourth time meeting him. Asmo had always been one of the most accepting of you.

He was immediately drawn to you because of how attractive you were and when he got to know you, he was a goner.

It made sense that Asmo would want to spend the night with you. He was willing to take things slow and give you the space that you needed.

He didn’t want to push you or pressure you because he wanted you to fall for him just as deeply as he had fallen for you.

But he didn’t want to leave the world without telling you how much he loved you.

Not in the way he claimed to love others; but, in a way that was unique to you. An emotion that only you brought out in him.

He couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as he held you close. This couldn’t be it.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Asmo confessed, gently running his hands over your back.

He had only ever wanted a love that was true. A love that didn’t depend on him being the Avatar of Lust. You were that love for him.

You moved away slightly, only to pull Asmo into a kiss. Your hands ran through his hair as you pulled him closer. He meant so much more to you than his sin. So much more than the act that he put on for others.

And you wanted to convey every bit of that emotion through the kiss that you gave him.

Asmo leaned into your touch, never wanting to separate.

When you finally did pull away to breathe, Asmo saw the look in your eyes and he knew that your feelings for him were real.

You loved him unconditionally and that would never change.

Beel’s greatest love was food. At least, that’s what he thought until he met you.

You were a surprise to Beel. He had never expected to feel so strongly about a human. But you weren’t just an ordinary human and he knew that from the start.

You meant so much to him and he especially felt that way now when you were in his arms.

He had taken you to the room he shared with Belphie and was just sitting on the bed, engulfing you in a large hug.

It was something he had always wanted to do with you but he had never asked. Now, everything was different though.

The idea of the two of you losing each other hurt him and he didn’t want to think about it.

He just wanted to spend the night holding you, hoping his actions conveyed the words that he didn’t know how to say.

You hugged him back just as tightly already knowing the message he was hoping to get across.

Beel had always been everyone’s protector, but he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the job. He was scared that he would lose his life before he was able to protect his brothers.

You gently stroked his hair as he thought about Lilith. He didn’t want to lose anyone else he loved. You were on that list - just in a different way.

Beel looked into your eyes intimately before telling you, “I’ll always protect you.” You believed him. You knew it was what he cared about most.

But, in all honesty, you were more worried about him protecting himself. You and him had so much more to give in your relationship. You didn’t want to lose him again.

You gently placed a kiss on Beel’s lips. You trusted him completely and you hoped he knew that.

After that kiss, it was hard to deny the feelings the two of you had for each other. Beel just hoped he’d have the chance to expand on them.

The second Belphie found out about the secret you were holding, he was in distress. He knew that humans' lifespans were short, but still, he thought he would have more time with you.

More time to make up for him trying to attack you. He still dreamt about it. He had nightmares about you hating him because of it.

And now that he found out he had actually killed you at some point, he needed twice the amount of time.

He had so many things to apologize for - so many things to tell you. But with his now possibly limited time, he didn’t know where to start.

He had taken you up to the attic to hold you in the bed, but as he lay there he couldn’t help but feel unworthy. Unworthy of your love.

He had hurt you - he had killed you - and yet he wanted to be selfish with you. He wanted to hold you until he couldn’t hold you anymore.

He looked up at you and hugged you even tighter. You would never know how much you meant to him. How much you had changed his entire outlook on life.

For once, he truly understood the pain his sister had been in. Lilith had fallen in love with a human and Belphie caught her crying one night because she knew that a human’s life was exceptionally shorter than an angel’s or a demon’s.

But it seems it wasn’t the human’s life that was at risk here. He would die a hundred times over to ensure your safety. But, at the end of the day, no matter which of you died, the two of you would be separated and Belphie hated the idea of that.

“I’ll never forget you again,” Belphie promised and a tear escaped your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

You wanted it to be true. You prayed it would be true. But only time would tell if it actually would be.

You were only a human, yet you had managed to change Diavolo’s entire perspective.

Before he met you, his only obligation was to the throne. He had to do anything and everything he could to ensure others would support him when he took over.

But, knowing that he may die at any moment, he couldn’t help but wonder what the point of it all was.

He had maintained his professional stance and had denied his feelings for you in favor of being a good ruler. But if he was going to lose his life, he didn’t want to lose it in denial.

He took you back to the castle, gently pulling you closer as he worked up to courage to express his feelings for you.

You already knew them, you had already experienced them. Still, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you thought about it.

Diavolo led you to his balcony that overlooked the Devildom, the lights of the kingdom setting the perfect scene.

Diavolo gently cupped your cheeks as he told you, “I would make you my Queen if I could.”

You smiled up at the prince before closing the distance between the two of you. You held so much love for Diavolo and it was proved between your shared kiss.

It didn’t matter if he died and was brought back, he had made a promise to himself. He would make you his Queen one day. No matter what it took.

Barbatos had known your secret and yet he had done nothing about it. Maybe because he was scared.

Scared to admit the feelings you had elicited from him. Scared to admit that a human had made him fall head over heels.

Still, when you had finally confessed your secret to the others, the severity of the situation finally sank in with Barbatos.

He didn’t have eternity to tell you how he felt about you - his life was possibly being measured in minutes.

He took you to the garden outside the House of Lamentation. It was nothing compared to the one outside of the Demon Lord’s Castle, but it would suffice.

It could be the lowliest of places and Barbatos wouldn’t mind - as long as he got to spend some time with you.

He didn’t expect to fall for you the way the others had, and yet, here was - longing for you.

He pulled you into him, your scent overwhelming him as his hands found their way to your hair.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Barbatos promised, enjoying the intimacy between the two of you.

You both hoped that the timeline wouldn’t restart once more, but if it did, you had faith in Barbatos.

His powers guaranteed that no matter how many times you had to go through the same scenario, you would always have at least one person to depend on.

Solomon was surprised when you had spoken the words of his death. He had cheated it so many times that he almost believed he would never truly come to an end.

But he knew by the look in your eyes that it was true. Sooner or later, he would die.

And, suddenly, mortality hit him like a ton of bricks.

Of all the things he had done in his long life, love was one thing that he couldn’t cross off his list.

But, he had hope that he would have been able to if only he had more time with you. If only he had time to help you develop the same feelings he held for you.

But, you already had those feelings. You had already developed them multiple times.

So, when Solomon had invited you to the planetarium, you gladly accepted. The two of you weren’t doing much stargazing, but it did provide a beautiful background.

Solomon pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips as yours rested on his shoulders, the two of you maintaining eye contact.

“I could love you forever,” Solomon stated and a small blush rose to your cheeks. He was practically immortal, so the idea of loving you forever wasn’t far-fetched.

You leaned forward and Solomon met you halfway, placing his lips on yours. It was a feeling he had craved. A feeling that told him you were the one he was meant to be with.

When you pulled away, Solomon looked into your eyes and he knew. He would never leave you again.

Simeon was an angel, and therefore, he was never meant to fall for a being such as a human.

But, he couldn’t help it. He had such an amazing attraction to you. He couldn’t stay away from you even if he wanted to.

You were the most perfect thing in his eyes and he was determined to never let you go.

But fate had a funny way of controlling things and even if he planned to never let you go, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have to let go of him.

He hated the idea of it. He didn’t want you to experience any more pain, but it was out of his hands.

That didn’t stop him from spending tonight with you though.

He gently pulled you into his arms and committed your scent to memory. If he was to die, he wanted to be able to remember everything about you on his deathbed.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes. “I promise, I will always find my back to you,” he told you and your heart swelled.

You leaned forward connecting your lips with his and he immediately responded to the kiss, wanting this moment to last forever.

You prayed for his safety. You prayed that Simeon wouldn’t be taken away from you again.

But, it wasn’t your decision to make. The only thing you could do was wait and let the future play out.

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irishmammonagenda · 5 months ago

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hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?

i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!

hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊

i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee

no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh

dividers by @/ioveartfilm

grma for requesting <3!!!!

Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader

He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack

You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)

You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.

The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.

You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.

Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.

like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.

Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.

Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.

Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.

"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.

And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.

You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"

"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"

You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.

You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"

"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.

"No."

The demon blinks, astounded.

"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"

"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.

You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.

Which falls.

All the way down to the ground.

The bells on the hat jingle.

Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.

The noble's eyes widen.

"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.

Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.

"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.

You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.

"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.

"Sup."

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.

You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.

"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."

You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"

"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"

"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.

The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"

Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."

You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."

"Sir yes sir!"

At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.

"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."

The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.

^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.

can you tell im a merlin fan.

gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise

#gang i cant write men in second person is that misandry #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me x male reader

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byte-your-tongue · 5 months ago

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Showing The Obey Me! Brothers My Little Pony

(Romantic, GN Reader)

AN: this is also an older post i touched up and decided to throw on here cuz i like this one a lot :3

Lucifer:

Refuses to watch it at first and is the last one of the brothers to see it

He thinks it's just some dumb kids show and he does not have enough time to be watching that with his busy schedule

Won't insult/question you for watching it as long as you are happy and getting all your tasks done, but still finds it a bit childish.

He likes seeing you happy so he’ll listen when you talk about it even if he doesn't have a single idea what you're talking about it.

As all the other brothers start watching it he does feel out of the loop.

He also finds himself humming songs from it because you, Asmo, and Mammon will often break out into songs from the show

Eventually the curiosity gets to him and he wants to see it. He wants to see it for…. research. I mean even Diavolo is watching it now! It's his duty to understand these sorts of things. That's all it is. It's not like he WANTS to watch it

.His pride won’t let him seem too interested in it so he instead hints to you that y'all should watch it together in the most roundabout way ever. Because you know, it wouldn’t be terrible if you forced him… Please drag this man to watch it he won’t watch it on his own but he wants to

Because of Luci’s busy schedule the two of you set up a plan to watch an episode or two whenever he’s free

After about a season of the show Lucifer is absolutely hooked and finds himself watching the show on his own

Is embarrassed to have gotten so engrossed in the show that he watched ahead so he instead just watches from where him and you were when the two get together

But after a while he grows impatient of having to rewatch episodes he’d already seen when he could be watching from where he actually is. After all, he just NEEDS to know what happens to the mane six next. Will they defeat Chrysalis??

Eventually you catch on that he has more info then he should and tease him for having watched ahead. He denies it adamantly but the next time they go to watch he mysteriously puts on an episode about 10 ahead of where they were last time. Don’t mention it to him or you’re never allowed back in his room again. >:(

He doesn’t have a favorite character in particular, but may end up liking whichever one reminds him most of you. He also respects Celestia for how she handles the stress of her position without ever growing angry and feels close to her because he also had to make a hard choice with a younger sibling in the past. Don’t show him Lullaby for a Princess, he WILL cry

Mammon:

Is the second one to start watching

Originally he may tease you for liking a kids show but if it makes you upset he will immediately backpedal and sputter about how he was just joking and please don't get mad at him-

After he sees you and Levi talking about it he wants to be in on the convo. After all, Levi can’t be getting all that time alone with HIS human just because Levi knows more about some stupid colorful horses!

So Mammon goes and binges the whole show. It takes a couple weeks of all nighters and his grades may be doing worse than usual but now he’ll be able to talk about the show with you >:)

Mammon definitely becomes totally invested in the show

He is sobbing over the emotional parts and laughing at the funny ones

When Beel first hears the sobbing from Mammons room one night while he’s getting snacks he’s immediately concerned. Beel barges into the room to check on his older brother but when it turns out Mammon is just watching some show he relaxes. After all, Beel is more than used to hearing Levi up late at night watching anime.

The next time he sees you and Levi talking about the show he casually jumps in the convo with a bunch of info. Levi is angry because rude, Mammon can’t just interrupt him hypothesizing the economical value of a bit with you! But, you are absolutely delighted to hear Mammon actually watched the show!!!! :D

The praise and attention from you was absolutely what Mammon was looking for, and even though he may try and play it off it’s obvious that he’s melting from your beaming smile

Meanwhile Satan and Asmo are off to the side, pouting because they too want attention from you too!

Mammon, Levi, and you can often be heard loudly singing songs from the show and talking about who the best character is

Mammon of course adores Rainbow Dash, she’s clearly the coolest!

Mammon buys a little figure of her to put on his nightstand and talks to her when he’s scheming

Will sometimes take her with him to the casino for luck :)

Levi:

He’s the first one to watch the show with you

At first he doesn’t want to because ew normie show

But you can easily get him to watch it by either just hugging him or pointing out how y'all are always watching things Levi picks

Is one of the only brothers to not try and hide his first impressions of the show and is hooked pretty early on

He’s an expert on binging shows with you so you both manage to get through the whole thing pretty fast

He adores Fluttershy to bits and will take any opportunity to rave about her. Of course she isn’t as great as Ruri-chan, but who is in Levi’s eyes?

He thinks Fluttershy is very impressive with how she is so shy and anxious, but still stands up for what she believes in and even learns to stand up for herself as well!

He is absolutely cheering her on every step of her journey to be less anxious and really admires how hard she seems to work on it

Levi sees how her friends want her to improve but also don’t try to force her too far out of her comfort zone and is reminded of how you treat a yucky otaku such as himself. He is suddenly even more grateful to you and may give you more presents out of nowhere with no explanation

He starts to use Flutters as a way to motivate himself when he is apprehensive about something, he is constantly thinking to himself “Fluttershy would try her best in this situation and I should too!”

You better believe this man has every piece of merch with Fluttershy on it. He actually keeps his favorite figure of her next to his favorite figure of Ruri-chan and he looks over at them about 10 million times a day

He’d also get you anything from the show they wanted. You mentioned there was a limited edition toy you couldn’t find/afford as a kid? You better bet Levi is hunting it down and spending any amount of money to get it for you <3

Satan:

Satan may appear highly sophisticated and whatnot with his charming words and seemingly limitless pool of knowledge, but he actually enjoys many things that others may consider childish

He’s never been one for judging other too severely thanks to how many lifestyles he’s grown accustomed to by reading, and he’s learned to be even more open minded since you came along

So while he may understand the social repercussions for doing childish things and therefore avoid them while in more close minded company, he has no problem with goofing around in private or with you

So when Satan hears that some of his other brothers were so invested in a show from the Human Realm, he can’t help but ask you about it

Once he hears more about it from you he is more than willing to watch the show

He watches some of it with you and some on his own, really it’s just something he has on a lot of the time and you join in watching whenever they are hanging out

Satan of course takes a liking to Twilight and he seriously laments the destruction of The Golden Oak Library

He's the type of person to think up complex theories. You would probably be pretty amused hearing him somehow come up with the exact same theories you remember from fans during the shows run.

He would try his best to figure out how magic in the show works and gets very invested in his theories. He might try to recreate spells from the show in real life.

Probably likes Twilight the most out of the characters.

Asmo:

Asmo is at first a little reluctant to watch the show, but who is he to say no to MC?

He also sees Mammon being praised for watching it and is instantly jealous

They put the show on in the background while he does MCs nails and he isn’t really paying attention until a certain purple maned fashionista is introduced

Falls in love with Rarity at first sight. Now THAT is one fabulous mare!

Absolutely adores all episodes focusing on Rarity, especially the ones focused on her boutique

Asmo is quite good at understanding others and their motivations so he ends up breaking own each character and analyzing them unintentionally and even makes some points that not even Satan or Levi would have been able to notice

He also uses his designing skills to make some of the outfits that Rarity makes in the show, just modified to fit a humanoid form of course

Out of all the ones he makes he ends up liking the Grand Galloping Gala dresses the most. He wears all of them and posts plenty of pictures to Devilgram. Even if most of his followers have no idea what the dresses are from they still support Asmo in everything he does

Asmo also ends up asking Solomon to grab him some Rarity related merch next time he’s in the human realm

Beel:

When Beel comes home from the gym one day to see you and Belphie cuddling in the twin’s room and watching the show Beel doesn’t question it

He just plops down on the other side of you and joins in

Beel often ends up watching the episodes infrequently and out of order, but he still enjoys what he does see

Might watch the show while at lunch at RAD

Now THAT makes for an interesting sight, the avatar of gluttony surrounded by a mountain of food with his usually RBF and just watching some brightly colored kids show with his headphones on

Beel never once judges you for it being a “kid’s show”, in fact the thought never even crosses Beel’s mind. To him it’s a good show and that’s all you need

Beel actually ends up liking it a lot and you show him some more cartoons from your childhood for him to watch

He of course loves Pinkie Pie and The Cakes for their sweet creations

But his actual favorite character is Applejack

He loves her hardworking nature and honesty

He really just adores the whole Apple Family, they all seem to love each other so much

His favorite episode is probably the one where Pinkie goes on a roadtrip with them to see if she’s really an Apple or not

#✧byte writes✧#x reader #platonic x reader #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year ago

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Wow! As the header says, my blog just went past 5k followers - I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who hopped on for this journey; I'm having the time of my life sharing my writing with you all.

In celebration and as a way to have a little fun - I'll be opening my inbox for a day and letting those who want to send in something fill it up!

Now, I know you're probably asking yourself 'Hal, I thought you said requests are going to be closed so you can finish the ones you have and work on the AUs?' And you'd be correct - I did say that. I'm not going to be writing full-length works for this event.

To anyone who sends something in (and follows the rules I have in place on my Request Form (be sure to check it even if you've already read it, I added some more characters and other stuff)) I'll be writing one-to-two page drabbles!

All this being said, after this post is uploaded I'll be opening my inbox up to anyone who would want to participate and closing it exactly one day after!

Thank you again for being the best community ever - I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by kind and respectful individuals as well as mutuals who are mind-numbingly sweet. I could not have achieved all of this without you; I think that's beautiful.

This post will also serve as the Masterlist for all of the expected drabbles, so if you'd like to keep updated on what's going to be happening/being written soon, this would be a good place to hang out!

ALL COMPLETED AS OF 11/5/2023

IMAGES USED: A black retriever in an extensive mountainous landscape by Maud Earl & L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo by Roberto Ferri || TOTAL: 5

➣The Perfect One

╰┈➤ ❝ [He stares at the rings under the glass with an acute narrowness to his eyes. He inspects every one as if a bomb might go off at any second, not missing a single detail in the metal.] ❞

➣Get In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Coming home with bruises and stitched wounds, you drag him into the bathroom to wash away the memories.] ❞

➣Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

➣Here Now

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

➣Burst Veins

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Fallen Angel by Roberto Ferri & Nature of Fear by Nicola Samori || TOTAL: 5

➣Nervous Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

➣Blood Like Obsidian

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

➣Supposed To Happen

╰┈➤ ❝ [You died and left him a child he had no idea existed. How can he even begin to try and understand?] ❞

➣Digging Gaze

╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

➣Sole Survivor

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

IMAGES USED: White and Black by Vadim Gorbatov & Saint Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne || TOTAL: 7

➣Didn't Mean It

╰┈➤ ❝ [Arguments are rare, certainly ones that leave you in tears.] ❞

➣Him, Her, and the Dog

╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

➣Drunken Sappiness

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

➣How Do You Listen To That?

╰┈➤ ❝ [It was three a.m. when you all got the call to load up, but what's the best way to wake both yourself and the Sergeant up?] ❞

➣Finally Broken

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

➣Don't Look At Her

╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞

➣In His Head

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of his SFW and NSFW quirks.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Scene from the Great Flood by Joseph-Désiré Court & Saint Jerome in Prayer by Carlo Dolci || TOTAL: 7

➣Life Snaps By In Flashes

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

➣Heart-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.] ❞

➣From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

➣Find Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode.] ❞

➣Still The Same Fools

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

➣Is This Why?

╰┈➤ ❝ [He finally sees why you never introduced him to your parents.] ❞

➣Oblivious Pining

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

IMAGES USED: King Gustav III of Sweden and His Brothers by Alexander Roslin & Geography lesson by Eduard Karl Gustav Lebrecht Pistorius || TOTAL: 6

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

➣Paint The Dawn; Paint My Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [In the midst of war and death, there's little time for pleasure. All you had was a ripped-up sketchbook to call your own, its contents littered with the rough face of your comrade.] ❞

➣Hold Her Close

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

➣When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

➣Movies and Stale Popcorn

╰┈➤ ❝ [Oak and Keegan finally get to watch that movie.] ❞

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER:

➣To The Boy of My Childhood

╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

➣Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio & Amor Vincit Omnia by Caravaggio || TOTAL: 17

CAPTAIN JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH:

➣New Paint

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

➣A Song of Gnashing Teeth

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

➣Listen To My Voice

╰┈➤ ❝ [He orders you to focus on him as the sounds outside the cell get closer. He promises nothing will happen to you. You know he's lying.] ❞

➣Look At The Stars; Look At Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stargazing in the middle of an overgrown and wild glade.] ❞

➣Alive and Breathing

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

➣I Can See It In Your Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

➣A Green-Eyed Monster

╰┈➤ ❝ [You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.] ❞

SERGEANT GARY 'ROACH' SANDERSON:

➣Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

➣Raining Cats and Dogs

╰┈➤ ❝ [Roach has a deep love of storms.] ❞

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KELLER:

➣Bright-Eyed History Lesson

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS:

➣Hold Me Longer

╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO 'RUDY' PARRA:

➣A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES:

➣Sleeping On The Porch

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

➣Love Echoes In Silence

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can feel him watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile. Humming to yourself, you listen to the birds outside the window.] ❞

SEBASTIAN JOSEF KRUEGER:

➣Ain't Giving Up My Pride

╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

ALL 141 INCLUDED (SEPARATE):

➣Count The Hours

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

➣Wide-Eyed Panic

╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

#halcyone updates #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod x female reader #5k celebration #cod masterlist

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temis-de-leon · 8 months ago

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Day 8 - Unwanted kiss

Characters: Diavolo x fem!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

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CW: non consensual kiss, implied other types of sexual harassment (not from Diavolo's nor MC's part), MC defends herself, pre-established relationship

There were a dozen reasons that could explain MC’s presence in his office. Did she miss him? It wouldn’t be the first time she visited him out of the blue with a wide smile, hands locked behind her back with a certain innocence that made him put his paperwork aside in order to pay her attention.

Sometimes she'd need his help for homework and in what universe would he say no? Of course, there were also the official meetings, but having part, if not all, of the brothers and his butler there made bonding time with her barely impossible.

No, Diavolo perfectly knew he very much preferred their private meetings, the ones where he could ask about her daily life without an audience and where her eyes were fixed exclusively on him.

So when he heard a knock and the one to enter was MC, he couldn’t help but smile immediately. However, her sour expression made him stop in his tracks. She was pulling the hem of her pleaded skirt down and her hair looked messier than ever.

“MC?” he called, but she wouldn’t raise her head.

Diavolo was in the middle of getting up to console her when she handed him a slip of paper showing a familiar signature and RAD’s official stamp. He grabbed it and read it, his face unpleasantly serious and stomach churning in worry. The signature belonged to one of the professors and his message described, amongst a myriad of insults to the human race, how MC had been seen punching a fellow classmate.

He gasped in surprise, instantly setting his gaze on her. MC still didn’t seem able to look at him.

“Is this true, MC? You punched another student?”

She sighed heavily, crossing her arms before finally locking eyes with him and nodding in silence. In a subtle movement that didn’t escape his notice, she pulled her skirt down again. It didn’t take him too long to put two and two together, and when it did, nausea hit him like a train.

Then anger.

He forced himself to stay calm, not wanting to aggravate her further, and the teacher’s notice, which he’d make sure to revise later, slipped through his fingers and fell to the carpeted floor. MC’s hands met his and he felt the primal, dark and visceral, need to keep her close.

“I’m afraid you will have to explain to me exactly what happened, MC. What did he do…?”

“He kissed me” she interrupted him, but would not let go of his hands. Not that he minded it. The sickening tendrils of jealousy filled his guts for just a second before he pushed them down. It was not what she needed at the moment.

“He’s part of my fanclub and has been asking me out for days, but I always said no. He asked again today, but I had a test and I was tired and I wasn’t in the mood to be nice and he had the brilliant thought of kissing me as a way to finally get me to accept his proposal… So I punched him. And the teacher saw, I guess, so now I’m grounded”

Diavolo listened carefully at her nervous monologue, discreetly caressing her knuckles while walking towards the sofa and sitting down next to her. She didn’t seem to be afraid, just frustrated and profoundly disgusted.

“I’m deeply sorry, MC”

“You don’t need to apologize...”

“Allow me to do it still”

He felt his cheeks heating up, the warmth only increasing when he bent down to kiss the back of her hands and her fingers let go of his to cradle his face and scratch the back of his neck.

There was nothing he wanted more in the three realms than stay next to her and enjoy her touch, but it wasn’t the moment.

“Wait for me here”

He got up, straightening his uniform.

“Where are you going?”

MC stayed on the couch and the distance between them felt impossibly long. He bent down, constraining himself to kiss her on the lips as to not remind her of the recent experience, and spoke in a whisper.

“I’m going to personally take care of them”

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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Could you do Barbatos and a crybaby mc please?😊

BARBATOS x gn!Reader (platonic or developing feelings/pre-relationship) 1.3k words | SFW | Minor Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff A/N: I'm weak for soft!Barbatos, I can't help it. obey me m.list

Lavish parties at the Demon Lord’s castle require the utmost care and attention to detail. Barbatos might be exceedingly efficient, but he can’t possibly handle all tasks himself. Little Ds and other castle staff assist him so that trays of Demonus and hors d'oeuvres circle the room; guests never need to go far for refreshments.

With the mundane chores assigned to others, Barbatos focuses his energy on serving Lord Diavolo. He follows the young prince like a shadow, observing all the demons that approach him and make polite small talk. Barbatos pays even more attention to the hushed gossip of the other guests around them. Sometimes attendees with loose lips are foolish enough to think they can share secrets here; they don’t realize Barbatos is always listening.

Barbatos is at his master’s side when a conversation nearby draws his attention. It doesn’t take long to pinpoint where the suspicious whispering is coming from. One of tonight’s out-of-realm guests - a witch with a particularly nasty streak - is gossiping about you to her acquaintances. It’s not unusual for visitors in attendance at these events - demons, humans or even angels - to talk about you quietly. Your presence in the Devildom and the feats you’ve accomplished draw a lot of admiration.

For a smaller group of guests at these events, your achievements makes you a target for scorn and envy. They try to sully your accomplishments with back-handed compliments and barbed insults. The fools that choose to insult you in such a public gathering are usually smart enough to do so discreetly. They should know better than to bully you when they risk being overheard by those that adore you.

Barbatos fixes his gaze on the group of witches and demons not too far from him. The demons can lie and blame their behaviour on the Demonus in their glasses; the human witch has no excuse Barbatos will accept.

He can ignore the petty, jealous remarks she makes that he knows have no merit. However, the witch’s scathing criticisms of you become uncomfortably personal. She laughs about the way you style your hair, your choice of attire for the evening and how foolish you look trying to blend in amongst the Devildom elite like you belong here. She makes a tasteless joke about the special perks you must experience being in a pact with so many demons, and she cackles loudly enough to be heard over the crowd.

Not too far behind them, Barbatos sees you - your eyes water and he realizes you’ve heard her too. He frowns when he watches you back away from the witch and her friends, eyes shimmering as tears threaten to spill over your lashes and down your cheeks. You turn around and head towards the back of the room, disappearing through a doorway that leads to the gardens.

Barbatos spares a glance over his shoulder. Diavolo is speaking to a group of demons nearby, but their eyes meet. Years of working together allows them to communicate with the slightest gestures; Diavolo nods his permission for whatever it is Barbatos has asked; if the demon needs to step away, it must be for good reason.

Barbatos weaves through the crowds smoothly and heads towards the doors you fled through not too long ago. His jaw clenches when he hears the witch laughing again; he reminds himself that it would be rude to interrupt his young master’s party with bloodshed. His tail flicks anxiously behind him.

One of the little Ds floats by with a tray and makes a beeline for Barbatos. He declines the offered beverage, but he whispers something to the small demon before exiting to the gardens to find you.

It’s not difficult to figure out which part of the dark garden you’ve taken refuge in. Barbatos follows the sounds of your poorly-concealed sobs to a small marble bench surrounded by a beautiful assortment of Devildom roses. The ground around you is littered with used tissues and you whimper pitifully when your small package of tissues is emptied.

You don’t hear Barbatos approach, and it’s only when he sits on the bench next to you that you gasp unexpectedly at his presence. You’re overwhelmed with embarrassment - from the witch’s hurtful words and Barbatos finding you like this - and you look away in shame as more tears threaten to fall.

Barbatos places his hand on your tear-stained cheek and turns your face back towards his. He’s not smiling when he wipes away a stray tear. “Come here,” he murmurs when he reaches for you and you let yourself relax into his embrace. He rubs your back when you hide your face in his chest. He can feel your tears start to soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. He cradles you through another wave of sobs and he whispers words of comfort.

He waits until the crying subsides before he leans back enough so he can tilt your face up and look at you properly. He pulls out a handkerchief and dabs gently at your cheeks before he hands it to you should you need it again.

Your lips twitch into a small smile, and his eyes track the movement when your lips part and your tongue wets the dry, slightly chapped skin. When his gaze meets yours again, there’s something questioning in your expression, and he can see his reflection in your eyes when he moves closer to you—

A terrible, high pitched shriek coming from inside the castle surprises you, and you scramble away from him. “What was that?!” you ask in a panicked voice.

Barbatos smirks at the sound of ruckus in the distance. “The Little Ds are evicting an unruly guest. They’ll be leaving shortly.”

He pushes away the disappointment that the moment between you is over and he stands. He offers you his hand and pulls you to your feet. You link your arm with his and lean against him. As you walk towards the castle together, you hear the Little Ds giggling maniacally over the sound of dishware crashing on the ballroom floor.

“What exactly are they doing in there?” you ask Barbatos questioningly.

Before he can answer, the soft splat of cake against the glass doors makes Barbatos sigh. “It looks like they’ve started another food fight. Again.”

He suggested that one of the Little Ds spill a tray of drinks onto the awful witch that would hopefully expedite her departure. He’s not sure what the witch said or did in retaliation that caused the Little Ds to start a brawl. He can see dishes and food flying from within the castle doors. The party has come to an abrupt end, and he hears his young master bidding the guests farewell with barely-concealed amusement.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo is thrilled by these developments, but he’s never had to scrape buttercream from gold filigree before—“ Barbatos starts to complain, but he looks over when he hears you make a muffled noise. You’re stifling laughter behind your hand, your eyes bright and teary for a happier reason now. The annoyance he felt starts to fade, and he can’t help but smile too.

Barbatos reaches for his D.D.D. when it pings in his pocket. He stops walking to check his messages, but he motions for you to continue without him.

Diavolo: Number 5 and Number 6 had to drag the witch out of the castle. Everyone else left quietly. Diavolo: Your little stunt worked - too well, perhaps. You should see the state of the chandelier. Diavolo: I hope the clean-up is worth it.

Barbatos glances at the door where Number 2 has floated outside to see you. He’s telling you about his noble deeds as he mimics the action of throwing something. The little demon has smears of food on him, and you use Barbatos’s handkerchief to wipe away some of the mess. Barbatos feels warmth spread through him when your eyes meet and your smile is so bright it leaves him breathless.

Barbatos: Indeed it is.

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