#Lili's OM Headcanon.

[lilirot]

Tongue and Ear*? headcanons (+ trying to draw the boys w/o reference) Anyone, asides from Mammon, on here has a normal tongue. I forgot to include mammon and I closed the canvas so rip him (he has a gold tongue.) Barbatos: Black, Mid-Forked, Short (Human-length), Glows Blue in the Dark/on command Diavolo: Black, Tip Forked, Long ,has barbs/bumps on it. Levi: Purple, Forked, Long Satan: Green, Short, Beel: Normal Color, Extremely Long, Prehensile, Sticky and Slimy, Perfect for getting anything that's stuck in jars. Belphie: Spotted but normal, Long, Somewhat Prehensile. Maybe the other bros will get weird tongue (doubt) and idk about Mephisto rn maybe when we see his demon form.

[luciferist]

– how the obey me brothers apologize after a fight (pt.2)

> asmodeus

flirting’s in his nature, don’t you know?

and asmo doesn’t mean it! he’s been so good ever since you two become exclusive, he swears... :( and, well, he loves you the most, over anybody else... you should know that by now.

and you do, you really do. but you can’t help but be jealous. how could you not, seeing your EXTREMELY attractive boyfriend unconsciously make everyone he meets fall in love with him?

you decided enough was enough when he had received the sixth love letter of the week and skipped out on your after-school study session to respond to the sender personally. when he finally showed at the library, you were fuming.

“asmo, where have you been? i’ve been waiting for half an hour.” “oh, darling, remember the letter i showed you this morning? i know you told me not to go but i just HAD to personally thank my fan. plus, it’s not like i actually accepted their confession, so it’s fine, right?”

asmo dove in to kiss you on the cheek but you covered his lips and dragged him out of the library. “why don’t you just tell all of your ‘fans’ that we’re dating? they’ll stop and you don’t have to keep showing up to reject them.”

asmo looked perplexed. “what do you mean ‘why’? ‘cause their letters are SO cute! i just love getting them. they’re adorable when they come up to me with red little cheeks and run away all shy. and trust me, i have, but i guess i’m just that irresistible?” he said every word with a smile like nothing he said was wrong. you couldn’t believe him. how could he not get it?

you walked away without a word, when asmo soon followed, chirping “what’s wrong?”s like a little bird. you didn’t respond.

giving him the silent treatment all the way home, you slammed the door on him once you got to your room.

asmo didn’t understand at all, beginning to get irritated that you wouldn’t just TELL him. what did he do wrong? he was just telling the truth, it’s not like he said yes to the person :(

satan passed by and asmo grabbed him, explaining the situation and asking for advice

satan, who quite obviously wanted to leave and Not Listen, tossed out some generic advice: “hm. try imagining yourself in their shoes. how would you feel if _ continuously stood you up to hang out with one of us?”

now alone, he tried that very thing. hmm, well... if _ skipped out on a date to go see mammon or belphie... ugh! that’d make me so mad. i mean, what’s the big deal? they’re mine, not my brothers’, and they should let everyone know. everyone should know by now... i...

and asmo finally understood. it wasn’t a problem of you thinking he was cheating because in the end, you knew he was loyal, but it was a matter of everybody else knowing that he wasn’t available to anyone else, anyone but you. he belonged to you and that was that.

now how could he get mad at you for something so romantic?

knocking on your door, he began to whisper

“honey, i gave it some thought... i belong to you only. oh, well i guess i have a pact with solomon too, but i can break it off if you want me to... and tomorrow i’ll let everyone at school know really clearly that we’re together, so i’m off-limits. i’m sorry for making you feel insecure about our relationship. i’m yours and you’re mine, right? now let me in, i want to give you kisses and show you how much you mean to me.”

> beelzebub (tw: slight physical violence)

beel and you never fight. honest to diavolo, beel is the sweetest boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and has never started a fight with you

if you have a problem or you’re irritated with him, he’ll immediately sit down with you and fix it. will never go to bed with you angry with him. he just can’t stand it :(

well, unless he gets into THAT mood, that is... usually he’s good at not letting it get to that point and staying away until it was resolved

but this time was just bad.

beel saw you waiting for him after fangol practice. you began walking towards him with a big smile but he swerved immediately. he didn’t want to risk anything, especially since he was already irritated

see, usually midway through practice, beel had a small snack (a meal about the size of two people’s lunches) to keep his energy up for the rest of the session. but when he went to go eat it, it wasn’t there... because of that, he fumbled the rest of practice

after this, he was fixated on finding the culprit and making sure they never did it again. little did he know that you secretly took it out during class so he’d be extra hungry. it was friday and you wanted to treat him to a big meal at hell’s kitchen. rookie mistake, really, but you only had him in mind.

you knew he why he seemed a little angry and, thinking you were immune to his food mood swings (IDIOT), caught up to him quickly despite being avoided. “beel! okay, i’ll admit, i was the one who took your food, but-”

you should not have said that before letting him see you.

beel immediately turned around and grabbed your wrist with his eyes blazing, easily shifting to his demon form. he didn’t seem to notice it was you even though he was staring straight into your eyes. “where is it? the food you took, no, stole from me, where is it?”

you tugged and tugged, trying to take your wrist back, but to no avail, until belphie ran up, most likely called by one of beel’s teammates

“BEEL! what are you doing?!” hearing his twin, beel’s trance of fury seemed to dissipate into thin air. “huh?”

finally being able to pull away in beel’s moment of weakness, you quickly drop to the ground in fear. your wrist was aching from being squeezed so hard. you were lucky it wasn’t broken, just beginning to bruise a bit.

beel saw your face and had never felt regret so deeply in his heart ever before this very moment. i... i’m a monster. i can’t believe myself. out of fear of what you might say, he fled the scene, running all the way home and shutting himself in his room.

after that were days of awkward encounters and no speaking at all. truth be told, neither of you were actually angry at each other, but you were frightened of what the other would say, thinking THEY were mad

and so beel’s days of going to sleep thinking you were angry began.

until one night during dinner, you dropped your fork because of your bandaged wrist. beel, being the first to notice, saw you wince in pain too. seeing you in pain was something he’d never been able to stand, so out of pure instinct, he got up and ran around the table to you, gently picking your wrist up in his large hand

with the possibility that you might be angry at him now tossed out of his mind, he picked you up bridal style, excusing you and him and bringing you to his and belphie’s room, placing you gently on the bed

“ah, beel, it’s not that serious...” “no, let me wrap it up again for you. it’s... it’s my fault, after all.” moments of silence passed between you two like air while he carefully wrapped your wrist

suddenly, simultaneously, the same words came out of both your mouths: “i’m sor-” “i’m really so-” you both shut up quickly.

you spoke again first. “beel, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. it was stupid of me to take your food when i should’ve known you’d get mad. it’s my fault i got hurt, so don’t worry. i won’t do it again, i promise.” you tried to smile so he wouldn’t worry

he started shaking his head immediately once you began to speak. kneeling in front of you, beel placed the gentlest kiss onto your padded wrist.

“no, i shouldn’t have reacted like that... i need to work on it but i couldn’t help it. i’m really sorry. i would never want to hurt you. i promise i’ll never hurt you ever again.”

> belphegor

belphie would vehemently deny it with all of his soul, but in many ways, he’s similar to his dear eldest brother lucifer

ESPECIALLY in the way that he’s stubborn as heaven

it got really annoying in the way that he still held onto old beliefs and made jokes about killing off the entire human race

like c’mon man. yeah humans aren’t GREAT but they’re still your people :/

one thing led to another and the next thing you knew, you were yelling “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I JUST KILLED EVERYONE IN THE DEVILDOM DIPSHIT??????” and he was yelling “WELL I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY!!!!!”

out of utter frustration, you stormed out of the room. you though he changed, you really did, but maybe humans were still a joke to him. you thought that maybe, after falling in love with you, he would see that humans aren’t too bad

and you thought he was sorry for the... unfortunate things he did to you, but maybe that was nothing too.

and on belphie’s side, he didn’t understand either

laying on his bed, he huffed out a big sigh

what’s wrong with them? it was just a joke...

beel walked in munching on a granola bar, just coming back from a workout

“what’s up, belphie? are you okay? you’re in bed but you’re not sleeping.”

belphie sat up, looking very serious. “beel, hypothetically, if _ and i were fighting because i told them all humans except them should die... what would you say?”

beel frowned, shaking his head. “that’s so mean, belphie. why would you say that?”

“HYPOTHETICALLY.”

“okay, well... humans other than _ can’t be that bad. i mean, two of them literally CREATED _. and some of them kept _ company until they met us. humans kept them alive and there are probably a lot of humans that _ loves or admires. so you can’t blame them for being mad when you joked about eradicating them.”

belphie thought and thought about this.

hey... wait a minute. you’re onto something.

out of nowhere, without even responding, belphie rose and speed-walked (he doesn’t run, it’s not cool and it’s tiring) to your room immediately

after knocking on the door, you opened it with your hands on your hips

“what do YOU want?”

belphie cleared his throat, obviously not expecting you to have opened the door so quickly.

“ah, um... sorry for what i said earlier. i didn’t mean it and i won’t say it again. but hey, i was thinking... i don’t know a lot of humans besides you. so what if we took a trip to the human world together? i can meet your family and friends and get a better feel for humans so i know better. how about that?”

part 2 done!! sorry for the delay, anon, please enjoy!! and whoops, these got longer than pt.1 >____<

[bbnibini]

Ode to a Lily

MASTERLIST🌼

Summary:

“Long long ago, in memories forgotten by time itself, there lived a beast who fell in love with a maiden…” 

Pairings:

Lilith x Christopher Peugeot, Lilith x Samael, "Author" x Reader

~main chapters~

one: when darkness grew a heart

two: monster

three: lilith

four: accountability

five: please call me by my name

six: dearest leviathan

seven: secrets

eight: smoke and mirrors

nine: the beginning of it all

ten: war

eleven: what it means to be one (samael)

twelve: becoming human

thirteen: christopher and lilith

fourteen: til death do us part

- main story end -

~side stories/memoria~

nothing like an angel

the first sign of blighting

the destroyer of nations and the angel of death

a brother's sacrifice

**unpublished chapters have tentative titles. Titles are subject to change

This is a canon divergent fic. The Brothers and Lilith are not compliant to their "canon birth order"/order of power. Also, due to certain headcanons established as early as OG season 1(the time this was drafted), some characters aren't exactly who they are in the game.

Hopefully with the introduction of this series, readers of PSISLY would come to understand why "Simeon" prefers calling himself as "Christopher Peugeot", and why Author, Prince and the dimensional witches also call him by this name instead of "Simeon". This series also serves as an alternative way of beginning to read the Hamartia series for those who haven't yet.

This is heavily inspired by the tragic story of Devildom's Pool of Abyss constellation in Simeon's 2021 Birthday Devilgram. If you need context of that story and you don't have the card to read it, please go here for a few screenshots.

I enjoy lore and make a lot of references to biblical lore, apocryphal lore, canon OM lore and put my own twists on them. If you're interested in in-depth explanations of my writing process and the references itself, please refer to the end notes and the references I used. I love the Fate series/Nasuverse. Being a lore enjoyer is in my blood. I assure you though that context to these lores isn't needed to enjoy this story! It just enhances it c: 

This is a standalone spinoff with fourteen drafted chapters. Context to PSISLY and the Hamartia series is not needed! The plot to this is all whole/complete even without reading the CYOA. ^^

I originally planned to release this around the time Lucifer's 'route' is finished, but AO3 couldn't hold drafts for more than a month and I lost many drafts already thru this system and can't be bothered to remake what I already started lol so please have this soft release for now!

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Hanahaki Disease + Flowers for Demon Brothers & Diavolo (Part 2)

Scenario: Which flowers would the demon brothers be inflicted with when they develop Hanahaki Disease falling in love with you? +  Headcanons to how they would deal with it. 

(includes pictures of flowers 🌻🌺)

[PART 1] INCLUDES: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

PART 2 INCLUDES: Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + BONUS: Diavolo

Note: BIG PINING ENERGY + Unrequited Love aka ANGST; aesthetic coughing up bouquets i feel like writing this out just made me fall in love with diavolo lol 

Asmodeus

Narcissus = stay as sweet at you are; unrequited love

Asmo knows as soon as he makes the pact with you that you are different, and it is only confirmed when he yearns to be around you more. The warmth in his chest is leagues different from the embers of desire-- and more painful, when he cannot seem to stop coughing out bright yellow narcissus petals. He glares at them as they’re scattered onto his pink bedsheet as if he could will them away. They’re only reminders of what he already knows to be unrequited love-- he’s seen the way your eyes stray to his other brothers over him, and yet he cannot seem to be angry at you, sweet as you are. He gathers the petals into his hand, wishing you could look at him instead.

Aster = symbol of love, daintiness

There is a softness in love that makes Asmo hurt every time he looks at you and smiles. He’s tried to avoid you, resentfully flushing the petals down into the drain so they would stop reminding him that he’s not loved back, but it doesn’t work. The asters come in bouquets, choking him in his love for you. He doesn’t hate them, painful as they are, because they are as beautiful as you are-- a manifestation of his feelings for you. The tightness in his chest lessens when he showers you with his affection like this was what he was always meant to do.

(Purple) Stock = “You’ll always be beautiful to me”

Asmo knows what colors suit you best, what best brings out the shine in your eyes, and what complements the tone of your skin and smile. He remembers coughing out soft lavender petals of stock and thinking how lovely you would look holding these in your hands. The pain of the flowers does not lessen, but he finds that he can appreciate how light you make him feel, how you can distract him and indulge him. He imagines what you would look like on your wedding, dressed in white and decorated with the most beautiful flowers and realizes that no matter how you change, you will always be beautiful to him, whether you love him back or not-- and perhaps that is the biggest expression of love he could ever give anyone.

When you leave the Devildom, he does not tell you his feelings if he has the slightest hint that you like one of his other brothers

Holds onto the feeling of loving you as long as he can until his brothers force him to remove it for his own sake

He feels empty without it-- without his love for him consuming him, and he searches to fill that void elsewhere

Beelzebub

(White) Sweet Alyssum = beauty, protection

The night after Beel makes a pact with you, he hides away the small buds of sweet alyssum before you can see them. He hesitates to wake you, how scared you must have been to stand up against Lucifer for him and Luke and how sweet you were to have held his hands during his nightmare. But he knows, vividly well, that humans are weak-- in body, though not in mind, and he does not want you to get a cold or hurt yourself, sleeping like that. Beel carries your small and warm body into his arms gently, putting you into his bed and tucking the blanket up to your chin. He doesn’t realize it then, but the pact he has made was a promise to protect you, just as you have done for him. He brushes your hair away from your sleeping face, careful not to wake you, and wonders if you have always been this beautiful. 

Lily of the Valley = sweetness, purity, pure love, humility; “You’ve made my life complete.”

Your presence fills him up to the point that he no longer feels hungry. It is a different fullness from being stuffed with food, and it is a more pleasant feeling than being suffocated by the flowers that his lungs choke on. He is looking wherever you are, whether he knows it or not, guiding you where he can and staying by your side if you allow it. He is proud to be by your side, humbled by your ability to mend the fraying bonds of his family, and in love with the way you never stray from who you are. The pain of flowers is nothing compared to the joy he feels when he is around his family that now includes you. 

Bellflower = unwavering love

“You should tell them how you feel,” Belphie tells him quietly when he sees the wild bellflowers tumble from Beel’s mouth. “They’re leaving soon.” 

Beel nods, gathering the petals and tossing them into the trash like clockwork. His hands tremble and he wishes he weren’t so scared to hear your answer. He knows his feelings for you will not change, regardless of whether you return them, but he yearns-- he hopes you do love him back. That you want to stay by his side whatever the cost, that you want to wipe away his tears and protect him just like he wanted to do for you. Come what may, he holds this feeling in his heart, hoping it does not forget its imprint even when he must cut it away.

He does confess to you and cannot hide his disappointment when you do not return his feelings

He takes his due time to mourn before cutting the feelings away before he worries his brothers, and never tells them that he feels like he feels like he’s been carved open and left empty

Belphegor

(Purple) Hyacinth = “Please forgive me”; protection from harm; love and happiness

The purple hyacinths taste of lingering regret and the new sweetness of a budding love. Bephie grimaces at the texture of petals on his tongue but says nothing else. It seems fitting that he would come with the Hanahaki disease, because whatever he cannot apologize for in words, he can make it up through action. He vows to protect you from harm, wish you love and happiness, and beg for your forgiveness by making a pact with you. If this suffocating feeling is what he must go through to gain your trust again and receive a little bit of your grace that he knows he does not yet deserve, then he will stay quiet until his lungs run out of flowers. 

(White) Gardenia = secret love; you’re lovely

Belphie catches himself looking at you when he thinks you can’t see him more often. He feigns waking up from a nap whenever you do notice him, hoping that you don’t put together the pieces that spell out his love for you. The white gardenia petals fall from his lips a little easier when he knows he’s resigned himself from loving you from afar, in secret. He knows he has no right to confess to you, not yet, when he cannot seem to find enough time to spend with you, to make up for lost time when he was in the attic and when he walked on eggshells around you. 

Violets = loyalty, devotion, faithfulness, modesty; “I’ll always be true”

As much as he feels that he does not deserve your love, Belphie yearns for it anyways. He wants to ask you to stay, if not for him, then at least for Beel-- he knows the flowers’ roots will not dig as deeply if you chose Beel over his other brothers, including himself. He wonders if he compensated the desire to be close to you by distancing himself so you don’t notice how hard he has fallen for you, but finds that he does not mind, in the end. He’ll come when you need him, but if not-- he is content with loving you anyways. 

He doesn’t dare confess to you, and he finds that it was a good decision when you can say farewell to him in good terms

He does very well in hiding his affliction from his brothers up to the point the flowers threaten to kill him; probably has to be forced to get his feelings cut away, convinced only when Beel tells him he cannot bear to live without him after losing Lilith

Belphie cannot say no to his twin

Bonus:

Diavolo

(Purple) Heather = admiration, solitude

Diavolo knows that allowing a human with no magical powers into the Devildom was a risk, knowing very well that things could go wrong. He’s pleasantly surprised when not only do you do well in RAD but you excel in making connections with demons and angels alike, creating the bonds that he believes will be a cornerstone for the success of the exchange program. When you arrive at his doorsteps with his six council members in tow, he is again blown away by your courage and your strength of character. He feels that he should be more surprised that not a week later, tufts of purple heather fall from his lips onto his hands, manifesting his admiration for you in physical form. Ah, but he knows what he feels is not as simple as admiration. Jealousy, perhaps? Or even the feeling of solitude, watching you act freely and love as you please with the demons you now call your family. (He wonders if he is more envious of you or the demon brothers.)

Rue = Grace, clear vision 

You continue to surprise him time and time again with the grace you handle difficult situations and the clarity in which you see the situations around you. You would make a formidable queen by his side, he thinks when he sees the soft rue petals fall onto the floor from his lips. He finds himself frustrated at himself at times; for the Prince of Hell to be afflicted with the flowers of yearning is foolish of him. But yet at the same time, how could he possibly help it? You are a novelty in his life as you are lovely, treating him as you would everyone else with dignity, kindness, and a softness he has begun to fall for. 

(White) Zinnia = lasting love, goodness, constancy

The plights of royalty have no bounds it seems, when Diavolo knows that he cannot even ask you to stay in the Devildom without making his words seem to have underlying meaning and significance. Yes, he admits that your role as the exchange student and human ambassador would certainly make for a beneficial treaty between the two realms, but he knows too well that he cannot ask you to leave your life behind when you have already done so much. And he does not want to taint his feelings for you with politics-- the white zinnias that appear from his lungs tell him of your goodness and the constancy in which he relies on you-- a love that will last until he is forced to give it up once the illness becomes too much to bear. 

He cannot tell Lucifer, despite how much he desperately wants to confide in his closest friend-- what would he think? The Prince of Hell falling for a human who has the hearts of all of his council members

Only Barbatos knows-- as he does, and he reminds Diavolo when the time has come to remove his flowers before he falls ill beyond repair

[ggkobold]

Sirius and Lily Friendship Headcanons

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Sirius and Lily didn’t like each other for years because of James. Sirius was jealous of all the attention James payed to Lily, and also was very offended on James’ behalf that she kept rejecting him. Lily didn’t like Sirius because he was obnoxious, and also always around James (W/om she didn’t want to be around). After years of being in forced proximity of each other (because of James) they had an unspoken truce, to not be rude but also not be friendly. They had conversations out of obligation, and then more and more and more and eventually they had to step back and recognize that at some point they became best friends. They weren’t sure when the stopped hating each other, but they were best friends.

Lily taught Sirius how to do his eyeliner

They bonded over crappy families

[luciferist]

Hi u and ur blog are so cute !! can i request hc for how the brothers apologize after a fight (where they realize they're wrong)? Tysm! good luck to ur blog and i'll keep supporting u 💖

hi lovely, thank u so so much !! this is my first request so thank you for that too <3 i hope you enjoy it! also, i assumed you were talking about the obey me brothers, but lmk if you meant something else! i’m gonna split this into two posts, too, since it’s a lot.

– how the obey me brothers apologize after a fight (pt.1)

> lucifer

it’s going to take him a lot of thinking and missing you to get him to apologize.

this guy is the proudest demon in the devildom. apologizing, unfortunately, has never come easily to him.

lucifer will always think he’s right, so get ready for a long session of pretending the other doesn’t exist :/

and even if lucifer finds out he was wrong, he won’t admit it. not immediately, at least.

eventually, lucifer will begin to miss the warmth next to him in bed. he’ll find himself thinking about the things he said to you. he begins to think that MAYBE... it wouldn’t hurt to ask for forgiveness every once in a while.

what a human you are, he thinks. nobody has ever made me reflect on my actions like this.

you’ll find your dear lucifer calling you to come early before a meeting one day. immediately, you think he’s going to demand you to apologize for the other day, and stand in front of him with strong eyes, not ready to back down

instead, he goes behind the judge’s table, taking out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“i’m sorry for the accusations i made against you last week. i was... i was wrong. will you forgive me, my love?”

> mammon

you’re mammon’s treasure. his precious human. you’re worth more than all the diamonds in the world, and in his eyes, you shine brighter too.

but the raw greed he’d always felt in his bones was never going to go away, would it? even with you in his life, he’d still always want more.

it was the third time he had blew a date off to attend to another “jackpot opportunity”... that ended up making him blow all his money instead

when mammon got home, in low spirits from his latest fail, he found lucifer waiting for him. “where’s _? it’s late and they haven’t come home yet. the rain tonight is extremely heavy too.”

“hell if i know. why don’tcha ca- wait. wait a minute.”

oh shit. mammon turns on his heel, running back out the door. he ran and ran until he reached majolish, where the two of you were supposed to meet four hours ago.

and there you were, crouched in front of the store, sopping wet and shivering. the scary thing was that you didn’t look angry, just sad. tired.

“you finally showed up. thanks, asshole.”

you stood up, walking right past him.

i’m so uncool... mammon couldn’t believe he did that to you, his only one. you deserve so much better than him. maybe i really am scum after all.

but what mattered more than what he did was what he could do now. with that thought, his body moved like it was on auto-pilot.

and right there in the rain, as if he was the male lead of some cheesy romance movie, he turned around, running after you. grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his embrace.

“dammit, i’m so stupid and i’m sorry, baby. give me one more chance and i swear on diavolo’s name that i won’t ever let myself treat ya like this ever again. please.”

> leviathan

envy is a difficult thing to be accustomed to.

levi knows you love him and more than he’d like to admit, he knows he loves you too. that’s all he should need, right?

but envy is an evil thing, really.

so evil that it pushed him to accuse you of never loving him, just using him to get to his brothers.

(which, in blatant truth, is an insane accusation. why would you use him to date his brothers? you literally LIVE with all of them???)

and when levi felt your hand connect with his cheek, he knew he messed up big time.

“leviathan, i have NEVER taken advantage of you. you’ve been my best friend since the beginning of this exchange and not long after that, my boyfriend. and you know that. how dare you accuse me of thinking about anybody else when it’s only ever been you?”

after seeing you walk out of his room, levi slumped down in defeat. he knew what he said couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

he’ll have trouble figuring out how to apologize, leading you two to not talk for a few days

a text message? no, not sincere enough. should i order a cloud-writing thing? no, too grand...

eventually, he realizes the perfect way to show how sorry he was

you’ll find him knocking at your door one night, when the newest episode of “the magical ruri hanai: demon girl” is airing. you only knew because he was always so excited to watch it with you every week. cutie.

“i-i know this may not seem like a lot, but instead of watching today’s episode, i wanted to just... just talk to you. and apologize. um. is that okay?”

> satan

satan didn’t mean to yell, he swears. not ever at you, at least.

and it’s the worst excuse, really, but he was just filled with so much anger after mammon sold one of his less easily-obtainable books that he couldn’t help but raise his voice.

you sweet thing... you had only come to him to tell him that you loved the book he recommended to you, but he had shouted out of irritation, wanting to be alone

and satan regretted it the moment you turned away from him. no, before that. when he saw your eyes gloss over? when he saw you flinch from the sheer volume of his voice? well, it didn’t matter anymore, did it?

i’m the worst. making them cry like that.

after taking a few minutes to calm down, he went looking for you. satan found you in your room, sniffling into your pillow. you must’ve not even heard him walk in.

he’ll sit on the bedside, whispering your name softly. you stiffen immediately.

you’ll feel a hand on the small of your back, one so warm, so full of love, so familiar, that you almost want to turn to him, but you don’t

he’ll smooth out your hair and rub between your shoulder blades until your sniffling stops and he finds the right words to say to you.

“please look at me, darling. i’m so sorry for what i said. it’s no excuse, but i was angry at something else, not you. never you. let me make it up to you.”

hope u liked it !! part two coming soon! :D sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted :(

[luciferist]

Ooh could you do something on an MC who always dresses really casually (no makeup, baggy clothes etc) and Lucifer's reaction to Asmo getting her all dressed up for a party at Diavolo's castle

HIII this is such a cute request !! enjoy 🥰

– lucifer + an mc who got dressed up

whenever you weren’t wearing your RAD uniform, you could usually be found in a hoodie, sweatpants, a t-shirt – nothing fancy

the brothers certainly didn’t mind – belphie actually thought it made you all the more comfy

they thought you were cute no matter what you wore 🥺

it only really bothered lucifer sometimes, who wished you presented yourself better, ESPECIALLY when you occasionally accompanied him to diavolo’s castle

he truly adores you but he was CRAZY embarrassed when you showed up in sweats and an old t-shirt to dinner with diavolo. he didn’t care, simply laughed and called the way humans dress “interesting”, but lucifer was screaming in his mind.

he really didn’t want a repeat of that,,,

lucifer really thought you would shine if you put a bit more effort into your appearance and wished you understood that but he didn’t want to offend you

you and the brothers were invited to diavolo’s castle for a ball. the entire academy was going to be there

to make sure you threw on something nice, lucifer discreetly asked asmo to help you out

“asmo, could you help _ choose something to wear for saturday night? i’d like to make sure they look well-dressed for the event. you don’t have to go crazy, just make sure they fit the dress code.”

oh lucifer, you dear fool. how did you not realize after all this time? asmo takes everything he does to the extreme.

lucifer hadn’t seen you all day saturday. he thought you were just in your room until it was time for the party

he walked by asmo’s room a few times to check up on his progress but decided not to

when it was finally time for everyone to head out to the castle together, the boys were gathered in the entrance hall, only waiting for you and asmo

everyone was chattering until they heard asmo say “everyone, we’re ready~!”

lucifer isn’t usually stunted by anything but he swears time went in slow motion when you stepped out and onto the stairs

you were... breathtaking

asmo had curled your hair and let it down in contrast to the ponytail you usually had it in. he put you in an off-the-shoulder puff ball gown with white tulle and pink flowers littered around it.

he did your makeup too, a glossy liquid adorning your lips and gold dusting your eyelids

if you had still resided in the celestial realm, he would have sworn you were an angel

when you finally made it down the stairs in what had seemed to be an eternity, lucifer was starstruck but all of his brothers rushed up to you to tell you how pretty you looked

meanwhile, lucifer stood back with what seemed to look like a blank face

you were shy, not used to being so dressed up and getting so much attention for your looks

the two of you met eyes and you looked away with a blush (the blush asmo put on you only brightened your cheeks). lucifer had a small smile, walking towards you

taking your hand and bringing it to his lips tenderly, looking up to you. “_, you look absolutely marvelous. may i have the pleasure of escorting you tonight?“

his brothers were bugged out, being all like “oi! we’re ALL escorting them, ya jerk!!” and “yeah, don’t leave us out.”

but you could only see him and he could only see you.

after this, he’s definitely going to bug asmo about bringing you out shopping for some new clothes and teach you how to dress a little (queer eye style 🤩)

if it makes you uncomfortable, he won’t pry, but he’d love to show you off wherever and whenever

thank u for requesting !! enjoy and come again <3

[luciferist]

first time holding hands with lucifer hcs please

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST !! i hope i could do it justice, tysm for requesting!!

– first time holding hands with lucifer

it was a long, long time ago, back in the first few months of your first year in the devildom

there wasn’t much real love between you two yet, just mild curiosity and stolen glances at one another

some day after school, you went exploring on your own since nobody could go home with you

mammon was going to accompany you but he bailed as soon as he got a text from the witches :/

levi didn’t come to school, beel was at practice, satan had been absorbed in some book, asmo went to a get-together, and lucifer was busy with student council paperwork

and then there was one. human. wandering alone in a foreign land. which was populated by demons.

okay, maybe not the BEST idea, now that you look back on the occasion, but what did it matter now??? it happened and you’re still alive, so it’s fine,,

after walking around majolish and getting a snack, you headed to the forest to explore the landscapes of the devildom. it was getting late but you didn’t know. seriously, it always looked like it was 10pm. how were you supposed to tell?

walking on the forest path, you took pictures of weird mushrooms and pretty flowers while chomping on a granola bar, passing the time as swiftly as it came

alright, time to head back. i’m hungry. you turned around to go back to the house of lamentation until...?

where’d the path go? 

you began to panic. maps wasn’t gonna work here – you were in the middle of the forest!!! fuck fuck fuck where am i!!!!

no matter how far you walked, you couldn’t find a single sign or the path again

so this is how i die, huh? surrounded by poisonous mushrooms and acid berries, getting peed on by two headed raccoons.

you sat down for a little, tired of wandering without results

all of a sudden, the bushes in front of you began to shake and out came a giant four-armed, three-eyed bear. its claws were out and it was slowly approaching you with obviously ill intentions

getting up, you began to back up and held one of your textbooks in front of you

“stay away, i swear i’ll throw this at you. I WON’T HESITATE B-”

the bear suddenly looked up, its eyes shaking with fear, and fled without hesitation

you slowly lowered the book. woah, i’m so cool. i can’t believe it actually worked.

turns out, it didn’t.

much to your surprise, lucifer lowered himself in front of you, coming out from the sky with a boom

“is it your intention to constantly cause trouble for me? do you even know what time it is right now?” “no, lucifer, lis-” “do you know how worried my brothers were? how worried i was, thinking you were kidnapped or even eaten by now? because that could very well have been the case. it’s midnight and all of us are out looking for you.”

he... was worried about you? really? you could only hang your head in shame. you didn’t mean to cause so much trouble. you were just bored.

with a resigned sigh, lucifer turned around. “let’s go home. i’ll reprimand you further later, but it’s better if we leave first.” he held his hand out, as if he wanted you to... hold it?

you stared at it in confusion. lucifer’s irritation was only becoming more and more clear as seconds passed

“what are you doing? take my hand, _. after all this trouble i went through to find you, i can’t have you wandering off. i won’t say it again.”

you take it hesitantly but as soon as your fingers touch his glove, lucifer grabbed your hand tight. and he didn’t let it go until the both of you had walked through the doors of home.

the trip home was silent and had only consisted of you trailing behind him while he led you home, his hand warmer than anything you had ever felt before. was it your own body heat or his natural warmth?

you would never know.

(you also would have never thought that you’d hold his hand many many more times after.)

bonus!

a year and a half later, you were cuddling with lucifer, your head cradled against his chest. you played with his hand in front of you as he read papers in the other.

“luci, now that i think about it, how did you even find me back when i got lost in the forest that first year? the forest is gigantic. did you really just look through every acre from above?”

he looked at you, perplexed. “of course not, darling, it’s because of the tracking device. you know, the one that was sewed into your old backpack.”

“...................the what?”

EEK okay i feel like this was kinda booty but i hope you enjoyed reading it !! feel free to request again 🥰