#It's Dialuci if anyone cares

[authormars]

I am procrastinating on my Valentine's Day fic that was supposed to be posted on February 12th, then February 14th, and now today

I'm debating whether to post it here

[devildom-moss]

Could you write poly dialuci asking a gn mc out? Maybe how each of them realizes the crush they have on mc and how they’d like to ask mc to join their relationships? I’m fine with just hcs or a full piece, whatever works best for you :>

I wrote you some headcanons, anon. Hopefully they are to your liking. They're a pretty common ship, but I think this is my first time writing anything for them. (Am I going to need a ship and threesome section in my masterlist soon?)

Poly!DiaLuci want MC to join them

(Lucifer x Diavolo x gn!MC)

(Slightly suggestive)

Word Count: +700

Diavolo, as the prince, is more guarded and inaccessible than Lucifer, so it takes him longer to be completely smitten. This works out better because Lucifer would be more prone to jealousy than Diavolo – or, at least, Lucifer's jealousy is more petty and bitter than Diavolo’s.

Lucifer develops feelings through a series of kind acts. Seeing MC take care of his brothers is the first step; someone who treats his brothers well is a prerequisite. As much as he likes to act all tough, and despite how he scolds them for spoiling his brothers and encouraging their poor behavior, he’s actually endeared by it. When they extend that kindness to him afterwards, his heart begins to melt.

Lucifer falls first, but he doesn’t act on it in earnest. (He might flirt and tease a little bit, but he doesn’t truly make an attempt to seduce them.) Diavolo notices, but instead of being jealous, he’s just intrigued. He wants to get to know MC more. Anyone who can capture Lucifer’s attention has Diavolo’s interest.

Lucifer tries to play the long game with Diavolo, believing that it’s only a matter of time before his partner sees MC’s charm as well.

It doesn’t take long for MC to get to Diavolo once he becomes more receptive. Whenever they do something thoughtful, Diavolo melts instantly. It would be something simple, like bringing a limited-edition flavor pudding to Diavolo while he’s working. As chance would have it, there was only one left. Diavolo would offer a bite to MC, and despite Lucifer being in the same room, he would insist on feeding them.

MC’s smile was so sweet that Diavolo would offer another bite, but MC would refuse because they got it for Diavolo. He should eat the rest. With that, MC would be on their way, leaving Diavolo to his pudding and work.

Lucifer saw the way Diavolo looked at MC and decides to confront him. Lucifer already understands how he feels about MC. Now is his chance to bring Diavolo onto his playing field. There was a quiet understanding that they were both crushing based on how they spoke about and looked at MC recently; Lucifer was just waiting for more tangible proof to bring up the topic. (And honestly, I think Diavolo would already be aware of Lucifer’s plan, so he chose to feed MC in front of Lucifer on purpose. He also just wanted to feed them, though.)

“You’re quite fond of them, aren’t you?” “I suppose I am. You can’t blame me, though, can you, Lucifer?” “We’re of the same mind. What should we do about this?”

They would hatch a plan to get MC alone and try to seduce them together. I imagine Lucifer would suggest that they invite them to tea or for a glass of Demonus – ideally at the castle for the sake of privacy. Lucifer just wants somewhere intimate where they could confess. (And let’s face it he’s horny on main. He wants to confess somewhere where they won’t be interrupted after the confession, either.)

Diavolo, on the other hand, would want to show off a bit more – take MC out and spoil them; he wants to prove that it’s a date before they can even confess. He’d want to take them somewhere fancy or beautiful: renting out an entire restaurant, paying for a private room at a club (which honestly gives me so many smut thoughts sorry), or even bringing them on a day trip if he can get the time.

They’re pretty upfront about it and quickly ask about MC’s feelings. “MC, we’ve brought you here today to discuss something in particular.” “How do you feel about us?”

Once they confirm MC’s feelings, they’ll confess properly. (Although, I don’t think they would invite MC on a date if they weren’t certain that MC would return their feelings beforehand.) “I see. Have you entertained any particularly naughty thoughts about us that you’d like to share, MC?” “Lucifer! Don’t tease them so soon. We should at least be honest first. MC, you’ve caught our attention. Neither of us is opposed to sharing if it means getting closer to you.” “Which is to say, if you’re interested, Diavolo and I are not so exclusive that you couldn’t join us: romantically. . . or sexually, if you’re inclined.”

Honestly, I think Diavolo would immediately put the moves on MC, asking them to come over and sit on his lap while they “get to know each other better.” Lucifer will pretend to be more composed, but he’s no better; he’s eager to get his hands on MC too.

A/N: There's only one more day left in to answer the December post poll. I also posted details about what I'll be doing for the 1 year anniversary of this blog. Check that out if you haven't already.

[diavolo-is-babygirl]

Thoughts on DiaLuci and Mammon

I wasn’t even a big DiaLuci shopper until recently. But now it just makes sense.

Diavolo and Lucifer are so friendly and caring towards each other in the games, I’m almost surprised the series hasn’t made the ship canon. To me it’s like they’re so sweet to each other, they’re ALWAYS flirting. And then there’s infinite possibilities for angst, particularly when it comes to OG lore.

Lucifer and Diavolo talk to and about each other in a way that’s COMPLETELY different from the way they interact with MC. I would say if anyone goes perfectly with MC it’s neither of those two.

It’s actually Mammon.

Mammon doesn’t spend an abundance of time talking about hanging out with another character. He doesn’t want to have drinks with/relax with/have two hour long dinners with Mephisto, Simeon or anyone else. When it’s time to be about the MC, he’s diehard all about MC.

Meanwhile Diavolo and Lucifer to each other

[leniisreallycool]

No no keep going. I wanna see where this goes

also Asmo's picture gives me so much anxiety why the fuck is he texting and taking pictures in the tub what if he drops his phone in the water

One of the few occasions bullying Mammon is funny

Sir it was 6 pm in what world is that "staying up until dawn"

I keep being surprised by the number of trees growing in the HOL. Why do they have so many full grown trees inside the building

Literally me playing Mario kart with my siblings

I know I've said it before but letting me bully him is really the only way I would ever consider not disliking him. Canon forces me to get along with him but the chats don't

It had better be a fucking joke

This is such a nerdy younger brother thing to say he's so goofy

Is the prince Barbatos because if so I'll lose my fucking mind I want him to be the prince so bad

Giggling and kicking my feet

Yeah he's totally the prince. The only way back to the real world is for the protagonist (me) to marry the prince (hopefully Barbatos)

Me who can cut a deck of cards one handed (only with my non dominant hand though. haven't figured out why)

I will end your fucking bloodline I swear

I'll die again before I consider telling you anything shitbag

Pathetic.

wait fuck no pathetic men are cute

I still hate him but this is points in his favor

I'd say one of us but no one does that to this extent anymore

That wasn't very wrathy of you Wrathy McWrathface

Gee I sure wonder what the goal of this super secret operation is

They ship Dialuci I'm crying

Oh so it's fine to say ass but it's not fine to say suck? Who's enforcing these censorship rules, a preschooler?

Just look at the concerned expression on Beel's face. He does not want to foot the bill for Mammon's shenanigans

Weird typo

That's a weirdly sustainable system. Consider, you wouldn't get money to buy ingredients from the customer anyway, so turning them into ingredients to use for the kitchen is actually the only way that could work. Highly unethical but I doubt anyone in the Devildom cares about ethical practices

Not him throwing Mammon under the bus

[luckykittysshowerthoughts]

Happy pride, everybody! To commemorate the occasion in typical Kitty fashion: Michael sexuality/identity HCs!

I headcanon him as asexual and demi/panromantic.

He has no sexual attraction to others, and no real interest in sex. However, I also see him as being lowkey very freaky. He may be repulsed by intercourse itself, but fetishes are not off the table and you probably don’t want to see his browsing history. He’ll be into every strange and obscure kink under the sun then completely play dumb about it being a sexual thing at all.

He can develop a romantic interest in any gender, but when it comes to his romantic interests he’s very in the closet. Not because he’s queerphobic, he really doesn’t care what humans do with whatever gender, he just has very regressive ideas on angels specifically having relationships/the existence of inter-species relationships.

The way he sees it, as not only an angel but as *the* Archangel Michael, the epitome of what it is to be an angel, he should not be capable of feeling any kind of love asides from platonic/familial. He believes the very ideas of romance and sex are inapplicable to him. As such, he’d also likely be incredibly confused to find out anyone had any sort of interest in him- not in a low self-esteem “I’m too ugly for you to be attracted to me” kind of way, but in a very baffled “why would an angel even cross your mind as an object of attraction” kind of way. It’d be like if a human looked at, say, a lamp, and said you wanted to take it on a date. Just… why? How did that even occur to you? Why are “lamps” and “romance” together in your mind? Go find another human/demon to date; that’s what you’re SUPPOSED to do! He’s definitely never thought himself in that way before, and he’d have a lot of re-evaluating to do.

If he/another angel actually felt anything in return, he’d likely view it less as actual love and more as temptation. He’d be deep in denial about his own crushes for a loooong while.

As a sidenote, he probably feels VERY weird about Dialuci. Not because it’s gay, but because that’s his brother and he used to be an angel and they knew each other back when he was an angel thinking about him doing those kind of things with a demon is just… eugh. Awkward.

To summarize, he has a lot to learn/unlearn about himself and romance/attraction… but once he gets over his hangups, I think he’d be interested in any gender. Man, woman, other, it doesn’t matter; as long as he feels a deep connection with you, you’re on the table. Just… maybe not for boning.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little HC ramble!

[viriborne]

Does anyone even care abt Dialuci anymore tbh

[misc-obeyme]

idk about anyone else but i always love crack ships and ships in general, i can always appreciate other ships, even if they're not my otp. It just means more content to enjoy!

Luci and Solomon would be fun as a pairing i think. If I had a crack ship, it'd be Solomon and Mammon. I don't know if they've had any moments at all together. Maybe one.

But Solomon has been steadily climbing up my favorites list on the ladder since nightbringer. Though he'll never take Mammon's place for number one lol. But I like to imagine them both with my mc.

I can imagine Mammon accidentally getting his hands on a really rare spell book and instead of selling it, gifting it to the two of them with the excuse that he couldn't get any offers for it (he is lying and it's obvious from his blush)

Or Solomon coming across a rare item he forgot about and gifting it to Mammon because he thinks he'd like it. Or digging through his collection for something he's willing to part with to help Mammon with debt, saying something about needing to get rid of it is all.

and after writing these little blurbs i will be thinking about these dummies a lot more, it is no longer an 'if' i think. new ship and new ot3 ig akskfj

okay I'm done rambling LMAO thank you for your time

- ✨ anon

Okay, yes, I absolutely love crackships. I can also appreciate other ships, I have no problem with any of that at all. I say people should ship whoever they like.

While I always write x reader, I actually have quite a few Obey Me ships that I like. DiaLuci of course which I actually did write a little story for per a request I received. Those two are just so obvious, how can you not ship it, right? I'm also fond of SoloSim because I think those two have an interesting dynamic. And of course there's SimeBarb which is also just really cute. I'm down with BarBeel and Solodeus too though to a lesser extent. And while I never really considered it before, apparently there is also Diavolo/Belphie (sorry I don't know their ship name lol), which is not something I thought of, but I don't dislike it!

My favorite crackship is absolutely SoloLuci. I love their relationship already, it's so funny to me, and I just can't help but enjoy the idea of them actually ending up together because it would be even funnier to me. Like I could write whole stories about them.

My other big crackship is Mammon/Barbatos. (BarbMam??) Again, I just find this to be absolutely hilarious. I could write whole stories about them, too, and I'd be laughing the whole time lol.

Okay one last crackship from me that I think would be fun is Diavolo/Asmodeus. Because listen, Asmo would be so into being queen lololol. And I just think it'd make Lucifer so mad, too. I'm sorry I just think it's so funny I can't help myself.

Of course, any and all of these become a little less crazy if MC is involved, but I generally consider these ships without MC. I did write that little blurb about a Solomon/MC/Lucifer threesome, but I generally like to think of them without MC because that just makes it so much funnier to me.

I love your description of a Solomon/MC/Mammon throuple situation, though. I always felt like Mammon didn't like Solomon lol but yo neither does Lucifer so. But I think with an MC that they both love and care for to kind of initiate the necessity of them being in close proximity and getting along... yeah, I could see all of the things you describe happening.

That'd be super adorable, now I'm just imagining them starting a little trio band and calling it MC and the Mons. (I'm so sorry.)

Anyway, I love your new ot3 I hope they bring you much joy!!

[cant-stop-running-to-you]

Brother's react to Diamon

(Mammon x Diavolo)

(MC mentioned)

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Lucifer

Pardon? What is this?

Oh fanficion

Did Levi write this? No? Oh ok.

He find it disgusting and protective brother mode is activated- Don't ship his brother with his boss

Totally not because he likes Diavolo

He tries to forget but it's kinda hard when Asmo is running around trying to get Lord Diavolo and Mammon to fall in love and Mammon screaming about not liking him that way

He thinks it's a crack ship

They have no chemistry and when the romance is written it sounds so fake- (not salty)

He doesn't care for fanfiction

He believes that fanficion isn't true literature

If he wants to read romance he'll read a real book and not this nonsensical diamon

Not a shipper nor would he support it if became reality

MC would never ship this.....

Mammon

Only learned about it from Satan and he was like;

H-h-HUH!?!

HIM AND THE PRINCE?!

Yeah no he's not vibing

He likes MC and doesn't care if MC doesn't exist in that fanficion

He will find a way for MC to exist

He actually gets really awkward around Diavolo when alone

Is it just him or is Asmo always locking them in a room together? Asmo. Asmo!

Doesn't like how Asmo is trying to be the pink baby with the arrow

Asmo trips him and makes him fall on to THE PRINCE! DON'T DO THAT!! ASMOOO!

NOT THAT HE THINKS HE'LL FALL FOR THAT PRINCE PFFT-

He just can't see it happening- he likes MC and Diavolo likes Lucifer

Never read a fanficion by himself (only the first one Satan showed him) because he was traumatized

A note from Mammon:

"Stop writin' that stuff! Ya make meh so OOC because it's outa char'eter for me to like anyone but MC!!'"

Doesn't find it the best at all

He has nightmares about it

Levi

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

MAMMON, THE SCUMBAG AND DIAVOLO THE PRINCE?!?

LMAOOOOOO

What kind of crappy trope is this!? LOLOL

He find it hilariously bad

First off- there is no way in hell that Diavolo could love Mammon who could

Second when have Mammon and Diavolo ever have a conversation one on one?

Third- Isn't Diavolo in love with Lucifer all ready?!? LOLOLOL

If anything it would just be a one sided crush on Mammon's half

He thinks the shippers are stupid and delusional

Like whaaaatttt???? Who thought of this ship? This could never happen!

After reading some fanfiction he thinks still has the same thoughts,

He's a Dialuci shipper because CANON EVIDENCE shows that the prince is in love with Lucifer

Now to go back to writing Dialuci fanficion

"LOLOLOLOLOL"

Satan

More angst

He wants more angst but not on the couple themselves.. but on Lucifer

He wants Lucifer to be in love with Diavolo but it being one-sided because lord Diavolo is in love with his little brother

He wants Lucifer to cry over it and one night having drunk a lot of demonous

So he can have a break down in front of everyone because he was still deeply in love with Diavolo

Because it would be so funny to have that happen

Just imagine himself there with his phone out while Lucifer cried about it

Just thinking about it makes him makes him so ugh!

He does (if he is going to use levi/online terms) ship it but only because of the angst it would bring Lucifer

He also finds it pretty interesting- there is no way it could happen in real life but it's good on paper

He feels like the writers lessen Mammon's tsundere demeator but you gotta do what you gotta do

He showed Mammon a fanfic and laughed when he saw the disgusted and traumatized look on his face

He just goes back to reading other books and eventually forgets about it and thinks about his next scheme against Lucifer

Asmo

The best thing made in creation (other than himself)

It was a fic he was recommend by a fan of his while he was live on devilgram

He thought it was a crack fic and laughed once it took itself so seriously

He does question why someone would make a fic of Mammon when they could be using their time wisely writing about him instead

But he did read it and fell in love ironically

Yass Diamon slayyy

He'd ask Mammon if he could make it real for him and his fans but was disappointed once Mammon denied

He'd then go to the Prince himself and read Diamon fics with him

Again asking Diavolo the same but was again disappointed once he denied

Tries to play cupid by puttting alone in a room or tripping Mammon so he falls into Diavolo's arms

He's thinking it's working!!

Or Mammon's just angry and annoyed

Oh well

Amazing- he ships it (but you better write more about him even if it means writing him with Diavolo- HE WANTS BE WRITTEN MORE)

Beel

Why are people writing about Mammon being in love with the Prince?

Why are people in general writing about them?

Is it because people like them?

...!

Oh he just remembered that humans in the human world write fanfiction about real people all the time... such as Donald Trump x Joe Biden who were presidents of the United States or how people write about how it would be like to date Harry Styles who is a singer or having fights/break up with BTS members (he has no idea who these people are but humans seem to like writing these kinda stuff)

He only knows this information because one day Levi fell down a 'crack rabbit hole' where he read crappy fanficion that humans make on 'tumblr' and 'Wattpad' (whatever those are) of real people and Levi would share what he read to them- it would earn a laugh from everyone (Lucifer included)

Is that what these writers are doing with them?

Oh sorry he got off topic

He doesn't care much because it's fiction- it's cute he guesses

If it were real tho he'd support Mammon with whoever he was with whether it be MC, Diavolo or anyone

He'd feel bad for Lucifer tho

Belphie

He doesn't care about the ship at all!

Stop bugging him about this kinda shit

He read one fic about it and had a little laugh about it

The ship can't happen in real life but if it were to happen he'd support mainly he's to lazy to go against it.

Confused on why people ship it tho

Is it because there are two stupid childish men?

Meh he doesn't care what ever the reason is

He just wants sleep leave him alone

He can't sleep because he hears Asmo trying to play match maker....

....

...

...

He hates the ship now

It rid him of sleep

It's war now

No mercy to diamon

no mercy

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This is crack! And fyi I appreciate Diamon! also not proofread!

This is a first post moment for the obey me fandom and I had it mention Donald Trump and Joe Biden.... what am I doing with my life

[leviathanswingman]

killing me softly (with his song): chapter 4

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 4442

Chapters: 4/? Chapters 1 2 3

ao3

Lucifer awoke feeling calm and relaxed. His lashes were brushing against his cheeks as he furrowed his brows and let out a big yawn. He didn't feel like getting up just yet, the weight of his responsibilities for once nothing more than background noise.

The slightest hint of honey and smoke was filling the room and he breathed it in curiously. It was a familiar scent that surrounded him wholly. There was a warmth in his body that started from the pit of his stomach and spread out accordingly, stretching down to the tips of his toes and up towards the top of his head.

For a moment, Lucifer was able to push the worries that had been plaguing him the past few weeks aside. It was rare for him to get to sleep peacefully. Usually, urgent matters such as going to sleep and staying asleep were a struggle he could not commit to.

For a moment, he considered keeping his eyes closed, but as he adjusted his position, something tickled against his nose. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of familiar skin pressed against his cheek. The warmth he felt was coming from another body pressed intimately against his own. There was no reason to question who it belonged to. After all, he knew only one person who continuously dared to redefine his boundaries in such ways. 

He paused shortly, held his breath, then breathed out slowly. He was calm, he was collected. Sleep was still heavy on his mind and the comfort he felt was too alluring to deny. 

Last night’s memories were still vivid in his mind. Reluctantly, he had come to accept everything that had happened. After all, he couldn't use his illness as an excuse for his actions much longer. 

Amid a Hanahaki attack as intense as last night's, he wouldn't have allowed just anyone to stay by his side. Lucifer had never shied away from kicking people out when needed. His willingness to keep Diavolo by his side was an admittance of weakness that was telling, and he felt like a fool for being so obvious.

Despite everything, Diavolo had stayed and helped, holding him through the worst wave of it. Oh, how he dreaded the thought. Had he not always considered himself a man in no need of reassurance?

Scratch that. As Lucifer raised his head he realized Diavolo was still holding onto him. Diavolo's left hand was resting at the back of his neck, warm and comforting, cradling him as if he were someone in need of shelter.  

He looked at him, considered the way his head was bent towards his chest, almost tucked under Lucifer’s chin. His right hand was pulled against his heart, Lucifer's own safely tucked away beneath it. Their legs were entangled and it was difficult to tell where Lucifer ended and Diavolo began. Suddenly, it felt far too difficult to pull back and reestablish those boundaries he never wanted in the first place. He did not want to stay away any longer. But if life in the Celestial Realm had taught him one thing, then that would be that everything came at its price. Demons like Lucifer did not simply stumble upon happiness.  

He'd never known how frightening it could feel to be cared for by another person. It was a thing of no permanence, he was aware of that. 

So, still caught up in the afterglow, Lucifer allowed himself a moment of selfishness as he let his eyes roam over Diavolo's sleeping form that was pulled so close to his own.

He was still fast asleep, his hair sticking up in strange angles. For a moment, Lucifer just stayed like that, lying on his side, watching the slow rise and fall of Diavolo's chest as he fought the urge to brush the stray strands of hair out of his eyes. Even in his slumber, Diavolo looked content enough, his undeniably handsome features relaxed. Lucifer let out a deep sigh but did not move. 

A daunting thought crossed his mind and he dared to wonder what it would be like to have all of this - no repercussions, no dangers, just the two of them, together in bed. For a moment, he imagined what it would be like to have the right to let his touches linger. If only Diavolo wasn't destined to be their king. If only Lucifer didn't have to carry the weight of his family’s past on his shoulders. 

Right. He shouldn't forget himself, he should know his place. He had been acting quite uncouth these past few days. It was time to stop this foolishness. 

All Lucifer needed were cold hard facts. Diavolo hadn’t helped him because he loved him. How daring of a thing it would be to assume so. He had acted out of a misplaced sense of responsibility. Due to the nature of their relationship and their contract, they were bound to one another. Quite obviously Diavolo needed his right-hand man and wanted to make sure that he was doing okay, so helping out in such a dire situation had come quite naturally to him. 

Suddenly, Lucifer felt a familiar pain in his chest and fidgeted a bit to alleviate the sting. There it was again. Of course, it had never left to begin with, had only stayed dormant to strike in the most unfitting of moments.

Still, Lucifer had a theory he needed to verify. Slowly, he pulled himself closer, his eyes never leaving Diavolo’s resting form, ready to pull back at the slightest stir. He reached out and allowed his fingertips to rest against the slight stubble on his cheek. As expected, he noticed how the vines hurt a little bit less.

This couldn’t be healthy for him in the long run, he was aware of that. His theory had been correct; it seemed like Diavolo's presence was suppressing his aches. But Lucifer knew better. There was no way this pain relief came without a price.

Like your brothers, you are a fool after all, Lucifer found himself thinking as he ruminated over his situation. Still, he was frozen in place, unable to walk away.

He suppressed a groan as another sharp pain ran through his lungs. A few petals were making their way up his throat; bloody and wet. Diavolo was still fast asleep, yet his hand tightened around Lucifer's reassuringly.

Contrary to popular belief, Diavolo was a very heavy sleeper. Once asleep, it was almost impossible to wake him up again. On several occasions, Lucifer had been forced to team up with Barbatos to drag their future king out of his silken sheets. And oh, how kingly he had looked, his hair disheveled and expression surprisingly grim as he ran the palm of his hand across his face. It had taken quite a toll on Lucifer to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upwards at the sight. He would never admit out loud that it had brightened his day to see Diavolo look so unkempt for once.

Now, upon sensing movement, Diavolo instinctively tightened his grip on Lucifer, pulling him flush against his chest. They were close enough for Lucifer to feel his warm breath tingling against his throat. He imagined being allowed to ghost a kiss over the nape of his neck.

Still, no matter how much he longed for it, he wasn't meant to be held by these arms.

These arms were destined to hold greatness, were destined to support someone worthy. After all, it was difficult to deny that one day, Diavolo would have to marry to ensure an even brighter future for the Devildom. Lucifer was prepared to stand by his side once it happened, and his spine would be sturdy and his smile would look a tad bit too agreeable. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and once again, he became too aware of what they must look like to an outsider. They were scandalously close, far too entangled to be pulled apart again. 

To him, the situation was nothing more than that, pure in its intentions, but what it would look like to the visitor waiting patiently for permission to enter, he couldn't fathom. Lucifer had two choices: he could either hide his face in the crook of Diavolo's neck, hoping to stay anonymous, or he could face the visitor, bold and unapologetic. Both options sounded incredibly humiliating. 

Lucifer lifted his head, prepared to face the visitor head-on. After all, he was no coward.

After two precise knocks, a man entered the room, his body sharp like a knife in the room’s low light. Barbatos, holding a candelabra in his left hand, had stopped a few steps away from the bed as the candle illuminated the scene in front of him.

“Good morning,” he said quietly. “Lucifer, how have you been faring?” 

Diavolo continued to snore peacefully and Lucifer found himself unable to move. The best he could do to preserve his dignity was sit up slightly. Diavolo let go of him, only to lock his arms around his waist instead. Lucifer carefully avoided Barbatos’s gaze, not wanting to know what he would find there. “You knew I would be here?”

“I never took note of you leaving, so I took an educated guess.” He fixed Lucifer with his ever-knowing gaze and he felt his cheeks redden beneath it. 

“Is there anything you wanted?” Lucifer asked, embarrassment hot on his cheeks.

“I came to wake the Young Master, but seeing the situation you're in, I suppose there is no need for that just yet,” Barbatos answered smoothly. “Since you are already here I would like to inquire about the state of things. I take it you haven't made a decision just yet?”

“Don't be ridiculous. What decision is there to be made? Have I not explained thoroughly enough why I cannot do that? Who am I to jeopardize his future with my truth.”

Barbatos observed them for a moment, one eyebrow raised ever so slightly. It was quite the sight: Diavolo, still fast asleep, holding onto Lucifer’s waist with a firm grip; Lucifer, propped up on both arms, looking positively disheveled.

Barbatos let out a short sigh. “It is tiring, is it not?” he asked, holding eye contact with him. “How much longer do you plan to keep up this charade?”

“I don't know what you could possibly be getting at. We both know Diavolo will eventually have to get married. What right do I have to selfishly pursue a relationship that is doomed to end? I am unwilling to pursue any other choice. Staying his loyal subject is the only viable option,” Lucifer growled, not caring about keeping his voice down. 

Barbatos fixed the two figures on the bed with a solemn gaze. “And how has that been working out for you? I am the Young Lord’s servant in the same regard, yet it has never crossed my mind to share a bed with him as you do right now.” Barbatos cleared his throat and turned away, facing the door. “A decision needs to be made. We will have to be able to rely on your aid with the preparations. It is undeniable that your constitution has been unpredictable. If you still plan on doing your job, I would urge you to sort yourself out. I know he,” he waved in Diavolo's direction, “ would not care. If it was up to him he'd keep you by his side like this forever, but to me it seems like you are sending mixed signals.”

Diavolo's hand suddenly clenched around the fabric of Lucifer's shirt. Quickly, Lucifer checked whether the demon prince was still asleep. His eyes remained closed and his chest continued to rise with the calmness of sleep.

He let out a deep breath and felt a petal flutter past his lips, landing near Diavolo's face. The demon prince scrunched up his nose in irritation.

Barbatos opened the door and turned back around one last time. “I understand you are not in the mood for more idle chatter. Alas, I shall leave you to your thoughts. Allow me to give you one last piece of advice. That petal… it has quite the curious color. Perhaps you would benefit from studying its meaning.” Barbatos’s hand was already on the doorknob. “When Lord Diavolo awakes would you be so kind as to tell him to come see me? There are certain issues to be discussed.” With one last courteous nod, he left the room, quietly closing the door. 

Concerned by Barbatos' last comment, Lucifer quietly glanced down at the petal that was still lying on top of the sheets. He picked it up, turned it this way and that way as he inspected it. Although it still had to have come from a rose, its color was different. The petal wasn't white, but blue instead. Lucifer had no explanation for the sudden change. The only thing he knew for certain was that new petals could only mean more misery for him to bear. 

Quickly, Lucifer slid his hand across the bed in search of his DDD. As soon as he found it, he researched the meaning of those petals.

Blue rose petals rarely occurred naturally in the human world. They often represented secrecy, the impossible, or the unattainable. In the Devildom, most people associated them with Lucifer, their color the very representation of Pride. He almost had to laugh. It couldn't get any worse than this.

When he put the phone down in exasperation, he dared another look down at Diavolo's sleeping form and was met with golden eyes mustering him curiously.

How long had he been awake?

Diavolo fixed Lucifer with an intense stare. He still hadn't eased up on his death hold, so they were still mere inches apart.

“What do they mean?” Diavolo asked suddenly, his voice still heavy with sleep. “The blue petals, I know I haven’t seen them before.”

“It should hardly matter,” Lucifer replied quickly.

He averted his gaze, focusing on the swirly pattern of the wallpaper to calm his breathing and collect himself again instead. “How long have you been awake for?“ he asked carefully, dreading the worst. “If that was all it took to rouse you, Barbatos and I must have been doing the wrong thing for decades.“

“I did not want to disturb your conversation.”

“So you decided to eavesdrop?”

“I would hardly call it eavesdropping when both of you were aware of my presence. Lucifer, about your topic of discussion…”

Lucifer swallowed harshly, feeling his defenses going up. “What about it?”

“I had hoped Barbatos’s words of wisdom would be enough to sway you.” Diavolo sat up as he spoke, finally untangling himself from Lucifer. “Yet it sounds as if you have made up your mind. How long do you think you can keep up this charade? There must be a way to convince you.”

There were more pressing questions Lucifer wanted to ask.

What were you thinking? What are we doing?

Still, they were questions he couldn't ask without offering a piece of the truth he feared Diavolo had already figured out. He pressed his lips together so he wouldn't voice them.

Apparently, Diavolo had lost all willingness to keep up a playful front. There was a calculating expression on his face, almost as if he were searching for the last piece of the puzzle that would finally make him understand Lucifer's uncharacteristic defiance.

“I will be just fine,“ he grumbled in response, his expression stoic. 

Diavolo grabbed his hands, holding them between his own. Lucifer despised that he didn’t want to push them off.

“Out of nothing but spite? Not even you can do that. Hell, not even I would be able to!” His tone was turning heated. “Forgive my selfishness, but will it truly be worth it if it means losing you?! I need you. Your brothers need you.”

For a split second, a rare look of hurt slipped through the cracks of Lucifer's poker face. He shook off Diavolo's hands, reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Holding the tissue to his mouth, he coughed multiple blue petals into it before letting it disappear into the pocket of his pants.

He threw Diavolo one last, indecipherable look. “I will make sure to eradicate these pesky feelings. Not much longer and they will be nothing but a fleeting afterthought. Thank you for your hospitality. From now on, I won't inconvenience you anymore,” he stated coldly as he slipped on his dress shoes, distinctly avoiding Diavolo's confused gaze.

“Lucifer, that is not what I was…”

Lucifer smoothed down his clothes before turning towards the door.

“I would like to return to the House of Lamentation now.” With one last look at Diavolo, he pressed down the handle.

“Barbatos asked to see you. But you heard him just fine, so I suppose there's no need for me to tell you twice. If you'll excuse me now.” The door fell shut behind him.

Lucifer was walking down the hallway at a hurried pace, feeling distinctly like he had done something wrong. Remembering Diavolo’s hurt expression did not help the guilt he was feeling. His way back to the House of Lamentation was one without rest. 

He had been an utter fool. Of course, Diavolo would have overheard his conversation with Barbatos. It was uncertain when he had started listening in, but it wouldn’t be too difficult to figure out the truth one way or the other. Though he sometimes had his dense moments, Diavolo certainly wasn't dumb. Perhaps he had known all along.

Lucifer felt all his composure, all that control he knew to lean on, slipping through his fingers like sand. His lungs weighed heavily under that truth, spores and roots choking him much more violently than before. The warm Devildom wind hit his cheeks and he didn’t dare breathe in. 

As soon as he set foot in his home, Lucifer made his way to the next bathroom he could find. The flowers in his chest had been teasing and taunting him the entire walk and it was time to get rid of them.

The bathroom looked empty enough. Luckily, the House of Lamentation had plenty of them. Due to the sheer amount of inhabitants, the downstairs bathroom now had multiple stalls built in.

As soon as Lucifer locked the door he leaned over the toilet, one hand braced against the stall to steady himself until he managed to flush all things unsaid down the pipes. He used a wad of toilet paper to clean up the trail of saliva and blood that had dripped down his chin. Thankfully, it hadn’t sullied his clothes.

For a few more moments he stared at the rose petals that were left over, almost clogging up the pipes. Lucifer mustered the blue-white mess, his chest void of emotion. As he was still bent over, his bangs fell into his eyes. He tried to brush them away with his forearm, only for them to fall back into his eyes again. A staticky sort of frustration ran through his bones and suddenly, Lucifer smashed the hand that'd been holding him up against the stall. With a loud cracking noise, the wall gave in, shaking violently as bits and pieces dropped to the ground, leaving the ragged edges of a huge hole behind.

His breathing was uncontrolled and labored. Lucifer mustered his hand, noticed the little cuts that quickly changed from open-white to red gashes. His bangs were still obscuring his vision, but at least the throbbing pain was distracting enough to clear his mind a little. 

Suddenly, a loud shriek emerged from the neighboring stall Lucifer had just punched a hole through. As he looked through it, at first he couldn't make out anything that could've caused such an ear-piercing sound.

Irritated, Lucifer stuck his head through the hole to get a better look. He looked around more carefully before peering down.

Below the hole cowered one of his brothers, shielding his head with both of his arms as he reluctantly looked up. Dust and wood chippings fluttered down his head.

Lucifer cursed inwardly, pushed his hair back, and quickly schooled his expression into something more appropriate. 

“Leviathan. What are you doing here?” he asked calmly. 

Leviathan stared at his older brother for a moment, his big orange eyes never wavering. That wandering gaze of his made Lucifer shiver. He was quite aware of how considerably unhinged he must look at the moment. It would be foolish to assume Leviathan hadn’t taken notice of his uncharacteristically unkempt appearance. 

“Uhm, this is a toilet, so… Wait, are we supposed to act like that just didn't happen?” When he didn’t receive an answer, Levi quickly nodded his head. “ Okay, uhm… So, Lucifer! Crazy to see you here! Is there anything you wanted from me?” His hands were moving at a rapid pace and sweat was pearling down his temple. Levi straightened his spine and finally propped himself up. Quickly, he tried to dust off his pants but failed miserably in doing so. He took a few steps back to lean against the wall opposite the hole.

“Why would I seek you out so I could talk to you in the bathroom?” Lucifer asked quizzically as he leaned forward, resting one arm on the frayed edges of the newly formed hole. 

Levi cleared his throat. “Well, in the graphic novel 'My Heart Keeps Racing Whenever I Look At You But We Are Childhood Friends Who Are Cursed to Stay Five Feet Apart From Each Other So I Couldn't Possibly Love You!' the main character and his best friend always meet up in the bathroom during their lunch break so they can discuss their-”

Lucifer interrupted him before he could end up stuck with another one of Levi’s infamous rants.

“Leviathan-” He had to pause as a coughing fit shook his body. 

His little brother immediately stopped talking. Hearing Lucifer use his full name never promised much good. ”Y-yeah?” he asked, but then remembered the situation he had somehow gotten himself into, a situation so peculiar that it almost reeked of dramatic potential. For a moment, he mustered his surroundings in confusion. 

“There's a hole in the wall,” he mumbled, barely suppressing the unyielding urge to meddle. He raised his head again and faced his older brother. Based on the evidence he had gathered, there was only one conclusion to this mystery. “There's an almost comically large hole in the wall, the only suspects in this case are me and Lucifer. There's no way I'm the perpetrator, except if you consider the possibility of an unreliable narrator, which I don't think I am, so there's only one possibility left,” Levi mumbled as he pointed at Lucifer. “You're the only one!” For a moment, he felt quite cool and accomplished until he was faced with Lucifer’s blank, unblinking stare. They were both quiet until Lucifer cleared his throat.

“Now that we have established that it was indeed me who put the hole in the wall, I would suggest you forget what you just saw.” He wasn't in the mood to deal with his brother's shenanigans. 

Levi took a small step towards the hole and stuck his neck through it, peering past Lucifer. “Yeah, sure, I mean… wait, what’s that?” he asked, pointing towards the toilet overflowing with petals and rose buds. “Huh?”

His eyes dashed from the toilet to Lucifer and back again, traveling back and forth over and over again. He looked short from hyperventilating. “Huh?! Those petals… it can't be! It makes no sense, but it has to be…”

All of a sudden, Lucifer slammed his hand flat against the stall and put his head through the hole he had created minutes prior, forcing Levi to retreat. “I hate to repeat myself. You saw nothing. If you did, I will not hesitate to burn your whole Ruri-chan collection to a crisp,” he threatened, his eyes gleaming dangerously in the sub-par bathroom lighting.

With a loud bang, Levi’s back hit the stall as he took several steps back. He clenched his shirt and panted heavily. “You wouldn't!” he exclaimed, eyes desperate.

Instead of giving an answer Lucifer simply stared at him, a small smile slowly starting to spread over his face. “Oh? I wouldn't, are you certain?”

“You're smiling. Why are you smiling like that, this can't be good. Don't look at me like that, Lucifer! Please spare my Ruri-chan collection, she's the only one I have left! Okay, maybe I also have Azuki-tan and Rachel-chan and Henry! Still, you wouldn't want to be the reason for your own brother's demise now, would you-”

Lucifer grabbed the edges of the hole with both hands, ignoring the way the sharp edges were digging into the palms of his hands. “Stop it. Come here,” he growled, staring at his brother intensely.

Levi didn't move one bit.

“Come. Here.“

“Only if you promise to keep my collection safe!” Levi exclaimed bravely, making Lucifer sigh. 

He forced himself to visibly relax. Perhaps he had acted too harshly. After all, it wasn't Leviathan who had wronged him. “Calm yourself. As long as you keep your mouth shut, neither you nor your characters will be in trouble.” When Leviathan’s shoulders sagged in relief, Lucifer continued. “As your older brother, I am asking you to keep this private affair between the two of us. Surely, I can depend on you?” He reached through the hole and put his hand on his brother's shoulder. All in all, it was a peculiar and somewhat awkward situation. Neither of them knew how to react. Lucifer squeezed his shoulder with too much force and the look in his eyes was too harsh to be considered friendly.

Levi avoided his gaze and worried his lips. 

Another moment passed and Lucifer finally pulled back again. With one hand, he began to massage his temple. “Now leave. The next few days, I will be very busy. Tell the others that it would be in their best interest to stay out of my way for once.”

“And Leviathan? Remember our agreement. No word of this.”

Levi mumbled a quick goodbye while he was already in the process of actively fleeing the scene, too startled to remind his brother that technically, he hadn’t agreed to his request just yet.

Quickly, Leviathan made his way towards the music room. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be the last to arrive. After all, everyone except for Lucifer was going to be there. 

[localartnerd]

DiaLuci Accidental Confessions

It wasn’t everyday that the eldest brother of the seven was hurt, but upon stumbling into the House of Lamentation on the verge of passing out with several cuts and bruises littering his body, his brothers rightfully panicked upon seeing the sight of him. Lucifer, being too delirious to even process that his brothers had seen him in such a state, attempted to walk past them, which Mammon stopped him, telling him to wait and explain what happened. Upon not receiving an answer from his brother, Mammon looked over his shoulder.

“Satan, do ya know what to do about this?” He asked his younger brother, who simply sighed and shook his head. Mammon bit the inside of his cheek, looking back at their older brother. “Okay, Lucifer, sit down.” The eldest– too out of it to argue with his brother– simply sat down on the floor, his eyes half-lidded in an attempt to stay conscious. His wounds didn’t look all that great, and he likely wouldn’t let his brother’s touch him to get them patched up, however, Beel did try, only to receive a glare from the eldest, while Lucifer may have been too out of it to argue, that wouldn’t stop him from refusing help from his brothers, or anyone for that matter. Satan stepped out of the room for a moment, returning a few minutes later and whispering something to his other brothers, while Lucifer blankly stared at them. He couldn’t hear what he said, nor could he bring himself to care, however that didn’t stop the younger brothers from getting nervous. Lucifer was bleeding from several of the cuts on his body, there were numerous scrapes and scratches, he looked like he was thrown into the ground with the amount of dirt that was smeared across several of the wounds, his hair was messed up. Over all he looked like he had been absolutely battered, from whatever hurt him, which he was awfully tight lipped about whatever it was. However, his brothers were worried for him, he needed help, he can’t patch himself up, not in the condition he’s in currently.

“Lucifer, let us help–” Asmo started, before he was cut off by the eldest

“No. I do not need help.” Lucifer said, glaring at the fifth born, who promptly went silent, looking at the other brothers for assistance. Mammon looked away towards the front door as it opened, revealing Lord Diavolo, who’s gaze was immediately stuck on the eldest brother sitting on the floor in the foyer, multiple injuries of various degrees covering his body, some of which having been visible from the tears in his clothes. Diavolo’s eyes glanced at the brothers before he walked over to the eldest, kneeling down beside him. 

“Did you really call Lord Diavolo?” Levi asked, looking at Satan with an odd look.

“Yes, I did. Who else would Lucifer listen to?” Satan said, gesturing to Lucifer, who was now staring blankly at the demon prince. Lucifer attempted to sit up straight, but only groaned in pain and continued to slouch, which didn’t feel much better– but better nonetheless. 

“Lucifer, what happened?” Diavolo asked the Avatar of Pride, gazing at him with a concerned look in his eyes. 

“I..” Lucifer trailed off, blinking a couple times, who was he looking at? 

“Lucifer?” Diavolo spoke, eyebrows furrowed, sudden guilt flowed through Diavolo as he realized that this was directly his own fault. He sent Lucifer on that mission, he caused Lucifer to get this hurt, and who knows what could’ve happened to him should’ve he stayed any longer.. He felt so terrible. This truly was his fault. Satan walked over and silently handed Diavolo some bandages and cleaning solution.

“He’ll let you help.” Satan said, Diavolo looked at Satan, then to Lucifer, then to the medical supplies in the blonde’s hands. Diavolo took them, sitting on his knees and looking at Lucifer. His movements were slow as he tended to each wound, while Lucifer just stared at him as he worked. The demon prince glanced up to meet Lucifer’s eyes.

“I am, so terribly sorry, Lucifer– had I known that this task would injure you I would have never sent you to do it.” He spoke, his tone just barely above a whisper as he looked back to the injury he was wrapping. 

“Do not apologize. You do not speak for him.” Lucifer stated, which confused everyone in the room. 

“Lucifer, I–”

“No. Shut up.” Lucifer spoke, closing his eyes. Diavolo stared at the Avatar of Pride with a dumbfounded look. It was clear that he wasn’t not expecting that. Lucifer grimaced as he went to sit up further. He lazily looked at Diavolo, it was clear he was not in his right mind, nor in a fully conscious state.

“You are not him, I would be able to recognize the very man I am in love with” He slurred out, this admittance of feelings made everyone in the room but Lucifer pause for a moment.

“What..?” Diavolo mumbled, staring at Lucifer. 

“Did.. did he just say that? out loud? In front of everyone?” Mammon asked, looking to each one of his brothers to see if they heard the same thing he did.

“I believe he did.” Satan said, the slightest bit of a smug look on his face. Personally, Satan had been wanting to hear Lucifer admit it that he was in love with Diavolo and it wasn’t just his proclaimed loyalty to him that made him act the way he did towards him. 

“I can’t believe he actually admitted it!” Levi exclaimed, looking up from his D.D.D in shock, he looked from each one of his brothers, who shared the same look he wore across his face– Complete and utter shock. Who knew the way to get Lucifer to admit his love for Lord Diavolo was to have him become delirious? Certainly not anyone in the room currently. 

“...Let’s get you to your room, you need to rest.” Diavolo spoke finally, helping Lucifer stand on his feet and guiding him to his room. The brothers only silently watched the two disappear into Lucifer’s room, where Diavolo gently laid the other demon in his bed, sitting on the edge. There were so many thoughts running through his head– Yes, he was in love with Lucifer, but was Lucifer truly in love with him too? Diavolo watched as Lucifer closed his eyes and finally began to rest now that he was in his bed. He was unsure of himself– it was rare that Diavolo found himself in such a position. He was now faced with the weight that the demon who he loved dearly, who he held so close to his heart, was also in love with him. What would others say to him being in such a relationship? One with a demon who once used to be an angel? He was sure there would be outrage, but would he really risk his happiness for the sake of others’ opinions? 

He didn’t want to think about that. Not right now. His priorities lie with Lucifer’s physical wellbeing right now.

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 6

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

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The two men were left in low spirits for the next few days. Neither man was left with much hope that they could spare the child from his upcoming pain, but did the best they could to comfort each other. The atmosphere at the castle was heavy during this time. Barbatos did his best to raise the despondent men's spirits, but there was only so much the butler could do with amazing food and comforting words.

During these days, the depressed pride demon allowed himself to cling to his boyfriend and the redhead clung back with just as much love and comfort.

The idea of Lucifer clinging to anyone would have been considered an outrageous thought not long ago, but now...this man didn't know how he'd survive this without Diavolo by his side.

If nothing more, this difficult period really broke down most of the pride demon's barriers. Very little was off the table for what could be said and done with him. As long as he felt Dia's love through it, that's all that mattered to him at this time.

Despite this low period, the two men stuck their usual routine. Breakfast, a stroll through the garden, tea time, listening to Lucifer's favorite (non-cursed) records on the couch as they cuddled, spending time outside with Cerberus to make sure he gets his exercise (it became increasingly clear that his brothers could not properly take care of him on their own so Diavolo had the three-headed furbaby stay at the castle with them, which became a huge comfort to his pregnant boyfriend), all of those sort of activities.

This also included the bedtime ritual of Diavolo massaging the salve on Lucifer's belly in order to give the man some relief from the abused skin.

It always and I mean always ended with Diavolo kissing Lucifer's belly slowly and lovingly as the pride demon stared down at him with this tired, but soft and loving look in his eyes.

It was during such times where an important moment happened with the couple.

"You really love this child, don't you?" Lucifer asked, a soft look in his eyes.

"Of course." Dia kissed his belly once more. "No matter how this happened, this child is a blessing and such things are so rare for demons. I will always love your baby."

"...our baby."

The prince's head snapped up toward his boyfriend.

"Repeat that, please."

Lucifer sighed but gave a small smile.

"Our baby. This child is...ours."

Oh the prince couldn't help it! He launched his arms around around his boyfriend, accidentally pushing him down to the bed.

"D-Diavolo!"

The redhead quickly broke away before smiling sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, my Light. I was just too happy." He told Luce before giving a gentle rub to his belly as an apology to their son.

After a moment of silence, the two men burst out laughing. Yes. Lucifer. Laughing. This was probably the first time in...well, the last century that he's done this. Getting the pride demon to laugh was no easy feat.

Lilith used to be one of the few who could manage it, but since her exit from her big brother's life, the only one to bring Lucifer to this state occasionally was Dia himself.

Once their laughter died down, Dia joined his boyfriend on the bed and leaned over him as he went in for a kiss.

The two stayed like this for a while, kissing and staring at each other lovingly.

Eventually, their son started giving little jabs up at the men, which the prince felt against his abs since he was pressed against his boyfriend's body.

Lucifer's breath hitched before he lowered a hand to rub the sore spot on his overly stretched belly.

"Looks like our child is happy too." Dia grinned.

"Now if only he could show it in a gentler way..." The pregnant man complained, but still gave a small smile when his boyfriend kissed his cheek.

"He's just excited. This is the first time he's heard your laugh after all." The redhead nuzzled his cheek before adding with a whisper. "I know I enjoyed the sound very much as well~."

Oh this man...he was truly the Avatar of Pride's ultimate weakness. Just in the less than two weeks that he's spent with the prince, the pregnant man had forgotten how it felt to not welcome his kisses or his honeyed words.

Even when he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, this man couldn't help but be insanely grateful for the man before him.

Things have been hard lately, yes, but at least he had his boyfriend by his side. Devil knows he'd never be able to handle this on his own.

Diavolo's smile suddenly fell a bit.

"My Light...you do know that, regardless of what happens from this point on, that you deserve to be happy?"

Lucifer's eyes darken. Almost nothing could have killed the mood quicker than the prince's question.

"Diavolo just...not now, please." The pride demon tried to roll over to face away from the other man, but his belly kept him pinned down.

"You don't have to torture yourself over this. Regardless of how our son is born, it will not make him any happier to grow up knowing you are suffering--"

"But I need this. I deserve this, Diavolo." The pregnant man couldn't bring himself to look at his boyfriend. The prince couldn't have found a more sensitive nerve to hit if he tried. "If not for what I'm doing to this child then certainly for what I did to Satan."

"This suffering is needless and helps no one." The prince tried to persuade him. "My Light, despite what your angelic inclinations tell you, suffering needlessly is not a noble--"

"I am not an angel anymore." Lucifer spewed out, anger rising at just the insinuation.

"Yet the Celestial realm still has its claws in you, tearing you up to this very day."

Lucifer covered his face with both hands, hiding the tears in his eyes.

There was truth to his boyfriend's words. After all, the man may have left the Celestial realm, but the Celestial realm hasn't truly left him. He still aches and grieves and fights what it left him.

The pride demon felt a hand lovingly stroke his dark, messy hair. He lowered his hands to see Dia staring down at him with every ounce of love and care that this man held for him.

"Just know that I love you." Dia told him before stroking his belly and receiving a kick from their son within. "That we love you and want nothing more than for you to be happy."

Lucifer was now more vulnerable and depressed than he's ever been. No matter what his boyfriend says...he doesn't believe that he could ever forgive himself. He was about inflict the greatest pain possible on a second child...and for that, he deserves to suffer.

[authormars]

Trauma

This is a Lucifer trauma post. Trigger warnings include: SA, Abuse of Authority, Abuse in general, Manipulation, Grooming, and if I'm missing any, please tell me

I'm a firm believer in don't like, don't read/ignore

I'm making one big post about this, because it's much easier. I'm focusing on the two I mention a lot in my fics or possibly posts here.

I do want to prefice this with that I do not condone or defend any of this behavior. These are real experiences some people may go through, and if you have, please seek help from a trusted friend, adult, or medical professional.

I will put trigger warning per section. None of this is canon, it all pertains to my headcanon/my au

Michael

Trigger warnings for this portion include: Grooming, Abuse of Authority, Abuse, SA(?)

Michael is an archangel. He was part of an experiment created by the father to see what DNA made the perfect angel. Three were created from this. Gabriel, with half human, half angel DNA, Uriel, with full angel DNA, and Michael, with half demon, half angel DNA. Michael proved to be an interesting case, with strength above any other angel. However, the demon in his blood came with some not so good tendencies to enjoy others pain.

When Lucifer was created as the "perfect angel," Michael began to train him in swordfighting. Michael took an interest in him and became his only mentor.

As Lucifer grew older, Michael began to be more harsh on him. Anytime he failed to defeat him in a match, Lucifer would receive a punishment such as being whipped. It slowly drove him to become better (though, the other archangels didn't approve of his methods)

Lucifer had a habit of sticking his whole self-esteem on Michael's opinion. This meant he was constantly asking Michael how he did or whether he looked good or anything to get praise. If Michael didn't respond with "Perfect" then Lucifer was sent down a spiral (something that stuck with him when he fell)

At a celebration for another angel, Lucifer and Michael we're about to leave and Lucifer happened to ask "Do I still look good?" Because he was desperate for his idol's approval. In response, Michael kissed him and said "Absolutely perfect"

Afterward, Michael insisted Lucifer didn't tell a soul what had happened. They were friends, weren't they? Friends can keep secrets, right? Manipulations such as that. Eventually, these exchanges got more common and Lucifer became more paranoid they would be found out. He thought the world of Michael and would never sell him out, but he was always worried someone else knew.

But then, the war began and Michael refused to side with Lucifer.

"But you said we were friends."

"Friends don't rebell against the Father, Lucifer"

"She's my sister!"

"She made her choice. You must make yours"

"Then I suppose we'll meet again on the battle field"

Michael's section is finished here!

Diavolo

Trigger warnings include: Abuse of Authority, implied/mentioned SA, Abuse

If anyone recognizes me off my AO3, then you'll probably know of my Kiss Me, Son of God series. This is a series in which Diavolo abuses his authority and Lucifer's pact with him to sleep with him.

That's the first incident in which Diavolo isn't the greatest person.

Diavolo has rampages, just like the brothers. However, unlike the brothers, his don't stick to a particular sin. Diavolo is a royal demon, meaning he is representative of all sins. This means that he can have rampages for all sins.

The most common would be Lust or Wrath. During these rampages, he has a tendency to hurt Lucifer. In Lust, because he subconsciously sees Lucifer as his future queen (tagged as Dialuci for a reason) and in Wrath because he sees Lucifer as an angel, therefore a threat in his realm.

However, unlike Michael, Diavolo almost never remembers doing these things to Lucifer. When he realizes his best friend is slowly becoming afraid of him, he makes the move to improve. As time moves forward, Diavolo becomes more caring and cautious around Lucifer, leading to the relationship we see in game.

Final thoughts

I give a lot of trauma to Lucifer, mainly as a coping mechanism. I am an angst writer, so the things I headcanon/have in my au are going to be heavy topics. I recognize that this behavior is not okay and I don't defend it at all.

These things happen to real people, and I feel like these topics aren't discussed enough in fandom culture. That's the reason I write it and incorporate it. If we remain ignorant, we won't recognize the signs of it happening in our own lives or in the lives of the people we love.

If you've read to the end, thank you! I know this is mainly just me dumping stuff, but thanks for reading it

[inactiveobeymeblog]

Genuinely have no idea if I should or not. I’m certainly almost positive that no one actually cares, but decided to give anyone the choice before I officially decide forever not to.

And if anyone’s wondering, my MC is male :)

(Leaving the poll up for one week bc I know this ain’t gonna reach a decently-numbered audience in just one or two days. Hell, I don’t even know if this is gonna reach anyone lmfao—💀)

[diavolo-is-babygirl]

If I were to ship Diavolo with anyone other than the MC, it would be: Lucifer (DARN BOXBUSINESS COMICS), Mephisto

There's also tons of Diavolo x Satan shipping fuel too lmao (they sure love their cats)

Curious about these Dia rarepairs: Dia x Mammon, Dia x Simeon

Not really sold on DiaBarb but I'm also not against it, and I'm open to it. If anyone has any DiaBarb fanfics, accounts, etc to throw at me, send them to me!

I also didn't care about DiaLuci until I saw a certain artist's account with DiaLuci comics

- Courtney

[friendlylifecherry]

I posted 9,273 times in 2022

That's 6,997 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (1%)

9,210 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@goddessofroyalty

@featherfur

@crazynekochan

@egberts

@the-irken-pony

I tagged 352 of my posts in 2022

#obey me - 200 posts

#obey me lucifer - 62 posts

#dialuci - 49 posts

#obey me diavolo - 38 posts

#danganronpa - 29 posts

#obey me shall we date - 19 posts

#obey me mammon - 15 posts

#obey me satan - 12 posts

#kiyotaka ishimaru - 11 posts

#obey me mephistopheles - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#and i had to spend the whole time with my jacket wrapped around my waist because my jeggings looked like a murder scene the whole day

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hamefura AU where Maria ends up unlocking her past-life memories of being a Fortune Lover fan who just absolutely adored og!Katarina (to an unhealthy degree) and makes it a mission to make herself a Katarina route, because Katarina deserves to be with someone who genuinely cares about her, not that dirt bag Prince Geordo! If all works out, awesome! If it doesn't, well, she knows the secret route, she knows where to find a good basement

110 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

You know, it's kinda weird, but even though the brothers definitely deserve to get called the fuck out about how they treat Mammon, I don't think I've seen much of Mammon getting mad at whoever was doing the callout. Both because it makes him feel bad to hurt his brothers, and also in a "fuck you, you don't know me/us, this is private family shit" kinda way. Even if it's by MC, Mammon seems like he would still be pissed at them acting like they speak for him and for hurting his brothers (even if they deserve it), like most people in pretty toxic situations when that toxic person gets called the hell out and the person stuck in it gets mad at the caller

150 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

So according to Wikipedia, Melinoë was born at the mouth of the river Cocytus, where Hermes is stationed as a psychopomp just on the border of the living world and the underworld, which is just a hilarious image of a heavily pregnant Persephone taking a break over by the river when she heads into labor. None of the House of Hades is going to get there in time, thus leaving poor Hermes to play midwife in between bouts of trying to get literally anyone else to help

155 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#2

Lucifer has just enough characters with history with him to feasibly be the main character of an otome game himself. For example:

Diavolo is the clear simp and lonely rich boy with more to him than meets the eye and a very complicated relationship with Lucifer

Simeon as the former childhood friend/first ex who would like to reconcile despite how badly the break-up went [I see them more like brothers in how monks are brothers, don't @ me]

Mephistopheles is the poncy vain jerk who resents Lucifer for past slights but has a nice side to him that he gets super embarrassed about

Solomon is the mysterious weirdo trying to prove to Lucifer that he means no harm and trying to get past all his abandonment issues.

MC is the brand new exchange student that Lucifer warms up to a lot and ends up getting super attached to, despite just how dumb they can be

And for the secret character, Michael, who is a fucking weird dude (I say this with love) and fellow former bestie trying to get close to Lucifer in secret so that Lucifer doesn't push him away again

Add in the brothers and the other characters as a supporting cast and write up some bad endings and you have yourself a good base for a dating sim!

326 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fic idea based on this where the RAD newspaper club is going to the Mausoleum of the demon kings for some fluff piece when one gets the bright idea to head inside and do some stuff for the Demon King, pay some respect and maybe some funny pictures. So as one of the members goes in, the others record for a combination of posterity and a desperate attempt to explain it to the authorities if they get caught where they aren't supposed to be.

But as the little leader gets close to where the Demon King lies, they notice something off; the king should be in eternal sleep but he doesn't seem to be breathing. Not like they would know about how the Demon King sleeps, but it's still weird, isn't it?

Then they get close enough and there's definitely something wrong. They haven't seen the King in millennia at this point, but he has this unnatural grey-ish pallor and his body looks limp, not unlike a corpse.

The leader gets a bright idea: approach and touch the King, just to check if he's alive. This is risking getting eaten and their club members all tell them so, but still, gotta try, right?

A gentle poke, nothing.

A soft shove, nothing.

A whisper in the ear, nothing.

A semi-distant shout from an irate Mephistopheles (he must have called the other members at some point about why they went inside), nothing.

That's when the leader decides to check something; touching his chest to see if he's still alive, checking for a heartbeat. So they use their wings to fly up and reach a careful hand to push onto his chest. Only that it sinks upon their touch, like the Demon King's flesh is mattress foam instead of muscle over bone. But what their fingers sink into is the worst part.

It's a stab wound to the center of his chest, with stagnant black blood leaking out onto their hand and coating their fingers with a revolting sheen.

-----

Mephistopheles can barely tell what's going on between all of the screaming, even as he tries to get back order and get some semblance of an explanation. But then he gets the worst news that he had ever heard in his life.

The Demon King is dead, stabbed in the chest who-knows how long ago.

-----

The news is all over the Devildom within hours. It's understandable, their sovereign had been killed at some point and no one had known. The video evidence of the RAD newspaper club finding out is all over social media within minutes, and it's a mass panic for everyone that sees it. Mourning, fear, furious blaming the angels or the humans or just anyone because this can't be real, this can't be happening. The Demon King is dead, murdered.

Diavolo was the first to find out, Mephistopheles calling him in tears. It felt like the world had frozen in place, he was trapped in shock.

Not because his father was dead.

Diavolo was the one who killed him.

It's that people had found out.

371 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

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[darkleysgarden]

It Will Be Okay

Originally posted June 12th 2022 (Now November 11th)

I am posting all of my old fics onto here so that I can make an official masterlist

Requested by Scratchingmyass (She wanted it first person, so it is.)

Warnings: Self-harm (scratching), Night terror/nightmare, past major character death (Lilith), slight gore

Ship: Dialuci

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1168

Summary: Lucifer has been having bad nightmares ever since his sister passed away.

Luckily Diavolo is here to help.

I woke up with my heart beating impossibly fast.

Every chance at breath became a futile attempt, no air officially entering or leaving my exhausted form.

I didn't feel like I was at home. I wasn't in my room anymore.

Lilith was right in front of me.

Lilith was falling. Her hair flew around her in wild waves. Bright blonde contrasing the dark skies behind her.

Lilith was wounded. Blood bubbled and oozed out of her stomach, far too much was seeping out of her for anything to be alright.

Lilith was dying.

.

.

.

I fell

I was falling just as she had been.

I wasn't fast enough. My wings weren't moving fast enough to catch up with her dead weight. They gave up trying, pain becoming too unbelievable.

I land beside her.

I hold her delicate form in my arms, wondering where I went wrong. Her long hair was perfectly framing her face. And she was smiling. Why was she smiling? Couldn't she see she was dying? Tears ran down my face. She was becoming blurry. Tears ran down her face too. But she was smiling.

How could she be smiling at a moment like this!? I placed my hand against her cheek. She was becoming cold. Why was it so cold out? Her skin was icy to the touch. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. It trailed slowly down the outline of her jaw. Dripping onto her sleevless shoulders. Her state was terrible. Arrows were shot through her stomach. One shot in a very vital organ. Her wings were drenched in blood and agony. The war had been hard for everybody. I was worried everyone wouldn't make it out alive. Whether it be Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, or God forbid Lilith.

Someone wasn't going to make it.

It was inevitable. Why did it have to be Lilith? The beautiful young girl who fell into the worst kind of forbidden love. The same girl who could put a smile on anyone's face. Cheering up all her older brother's whenever the day's got too rough. The girl who had shiny long hair the ran down to her feet. It would glisten in rain and sun. Making everyone around her curious as to how she kept it so nice. Even if she could be a handful, a troublemaker like Mammon and Belphie had, she was still my sister. My only sister.

Her hand reached up to my face, tremors ran through her body. This only reminded me of her sad state. My tears ran harder. Sobs choking the words I wouldn't have been able to say either way. She brushed my hair out of my face. Most of it fell back into place. But it didn't matter.

"Thank you"

Her eyes were beginning to shut.

"Lilith please don't do this! Think of your family! Think about Beelzebub, Belphegor, your brothers!" "Think about me."

I was sobbing hard, making it difficult not to choke over my own tears.

"You can't leave us Lilith! Please...."

Her eyes were now fully shut.

A hand was placed on my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden action.

"WAKE UP LILITH WAKE UP! YOU CANT- YOU CANT DIE!"

"I won't let you die like this. That's not what he would have wanted Lilith... Please... Think about the sweet human you saved. You're a great angel Lilith. You helped so many people. Please."

"She's far too gone to be saved," A man said behind me.

I look back to see the Prince of Devildom, Diavolo. Next to him was standing another man with teal hair. I vaguely recognized him as the butler that would tend to him whenever the two of us would meet.

"Diavolo, I will do whatever it takes I don't care! Make sure she gets to live on! Gets to find love and grow old with whoever it may be! Gets to live!" I begged him with everything I had.

"Diavolo I pledge my allegiance to you if that's what it takes!" I yell, probably very loudly.

He smiles.

.

.

.

I'm in a cold sweat, laying in my massive bed. That was a couple years ago. Lilith has been dead for years. I could feel my nails digging into my arms. I couldn't save Lilith.

I couldn't save anyone.

Now me and my brothers are stuck in Devildom because of me. Lilith isn't around because of me. Our lives are ruined because of me She's out there in the human world, living life with no knowledge of us. The family that continued grieving for her. She has no knowledge that even after all that I am still sleeping in the same bed as the demon prince.

Speaking of, he had woken up, evidently noticing my loud crying. I was now scratching my arms, looking for some sort of relief from the pain I was feeling. I had failed her.

Diavolo noticed me and softly grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," He said quietly.

I tried to reach his eyes but found my own dashing around the room.

I was disappointed in myself but I could also sense Diavolo was disappointed in me. After all I hadn't scratched or further in months. Hadn't had a bad nightmare like that in months. All the progress I made felt useless as it all washed away. The angry red marks evidence of yet another one of my failures. I tried to focus on the man in front of me. I was here with Diavolo. The man I loved, dearly. Lilith has been dead for years. It's time to move on. Everything is okay.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He asked, warmly.

I slowly nodded my head. He carefully embraced me.

"It's okay, Lilith wasn't your fault, neither was it your brother's, only those fighting for the worst side can be blamed," He whispered.

"I want you to know that I am very proud of you, relapse or not," He comforted.

"Thank you Diavolo, for everything," I whispered into his shoulder.

"Of course," He smiled as he loosened the hug so we could look each other in the eyes.

He brushed the hair out of my face. If it reminded me of Lilith, I chose to ignore it. It didn't matter, because he wasn't Lilith. All that matters is that I'm here right now with my loving boyfriend. My brother's are at The House Of Lamentation, doing perfectly fine.

Lilith is in the human world doing fine.

And most importantly, I'm doing fine, and Diavolos doing fine.

It will be okay. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but in due time. Lilith will always be painful memory. But, one day maybe I will be able to think of bittersweet memories without bursting out into tears. To stop the urge of scratching my arms until they are bleeding the same way Lilith's were when she died at the slightest thought of her.

Not today, but it will be okay.