#Yes he cosplays he refuses to take off a costume cape

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Hey Tumblr, for some reason my drawing tablet likes to stop working whenever I type "I'll finish this tm". Several cord exchanges, installation driver updates, and tedious mouse drawing, this is finished and I'm sorry. I let him say it.

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୨୧ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Mammon would do anything (MC) asks of him, even when it ends up with the two of them as in cosplay while his brothers poke fun at them.

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“Come on, don’t be so stubborn! Just try it on.” (MC) sighed a bit, clutching the homemade costume that she made specifically for Mammon.  It took a few weeks for her to perfect it, often having Mammon come over to her room as she took measurements to tailor the suit to fit his physique. But, now that it was finished, Mammon didn’t want it. And after she worked so hard on it! The audacity of this demon she had fallen for! “Mammon, you have to wear it. It’s the counterpart to my cosplay.” 

“Yeah, but I’ll look so dorky. Besides, I’m not even into that anime stuff like Levi.” As much as Mammon refused her gift, she could see the tints of red on the tips of his ears and how his face turned a light shade of pink. Maybe he was trying to keep up his tough-guy act and just need a bit more push. (MC) puffed out her cheeks. 

“But I made this suit specifically for you. Also, you’re a model! You’ll look good in anything.” (MC) smirked quite victoriously when she saw the second eldest begin to stutter and flail around. Ok, her advances were working. I just need a bit more, and he’ll comply. 

“O-Of course the Great Mammon looks good in anything. Ya don’t need ta make me wear a suit ta prove it. But I can’t believe ya made somethin’ only for me.” The last bit was muttered underneath his breath, trying to make sure (MC) wouldn’t hear it but to no avail. Nothing could escape her prying ears. She saw a bit of hesitance, knowing that he appreciated the fact that she made him something. A handmade gift was exactly the thing that would make Mammon instantly melt and go soft. I mean, it showed that someone truly did appreciate him. Plus, (MC) was the one that made it for him. Him!! She could’ve chosen any other brother, but she specifically decided on him. It made Mammon’s heart skip a beat, and a soft smile graced his lips.

“Mammon, please.” It was time to pull out the puppy dog eyes, the ultimate weapon against him. Having to live with Mammon for months, (MC) practically knew every one of his weaknesses. She knew that Mammon craved her attention. He was greedy for it, more so than money it seemed at times, and (MC) would happily give it to him. She knew how harsh his brothers could be on him, and (MC) wanted to make sure that Mammon felt loved. However, this also could be used to her advantage. Since Mammon was greedy for her attention, he also got a bit jealous if she acted the same towards anyone else. So if (MC) begged him enough, Mammon would eventually give in. It was the perfect plan, although it made her feel a bit guilty that she was playing with his feelings. “Everyone will think that we’re a couple, and we’ll have so much fun! But if you really don’t want to, I can just ask Levi.” She pushed out her outer lip to form a pout and played a bit with her hands. It gave a cutesy act, one that reminded her of those shy anime girls that were nervous to confess to their crush. But she also knew that Mammon was weak for anything that made her seem cute, so it was a win in her book. 

His ears immediately perked up, and Mammon’s face was practically red by this time. Ah, she did look utterly adorable when she was pouting like that, especially in her cosplay. (MC) smirked underneath her breath, going unnoticed by Mammon. She had scored the goal. He was for sure to accept it now. 

“S-Since you’re practically begging me, sure. I am the Great Mammon after all, and it is my job to look after ya.” He coughed and covered his mouth with his hand, averting his eyes in an attempt to hide the furious blush that would not go away anytime soon. Mammon had desperately wanted to confess to (MC) but backed away each time he tried. Now here lay a chance for him to look like he was in a relationship with (MC), right in front of his eyes pleading for him to take the opportunity. Of course he would say yes! Anything to get closer with (MC). Maybe they could even hold hands, and if he was lucky, he could kiss her cheek. Ah, just the thought of doing couple things with (MC) made him go so soft. 

“Great! Here, change into this, and I’ll go grab the accessories.” (MC) was practically jumping up and down, unable to withhold her excitement. She had planned this for weeks, and her fantasy was finally going to become a reality. Rather than doing it for fun, it would be the perfect chance to indirectly tell Mammon that she liked him and hoped for a more intimate relationship.  

~

“What are the two of you wearing?” Satan was the first one to come across their couple cosplay as he sat in the living room, deep into a mystery novel that had caught his attention a few days prior. Normally, he would’ve ignored their presence, but it was rather difficult to do that when (MC) and Mammon were dressed rather flashy. 

“It’s a cosplay,” (MC) explained, intertwining her fingers with Mammon who blushed and looked away. 

“And what exactly are you dressed up as?” Although he didn’t want to admit it, Satan appreciated the immaculate detail (MC) had put into the designs. He could see the amount of time and effort she had poured into the costumes and loved how they turned out. They were rather cute, although he wasn’t into fashion, unlike Asmodeus. 

“Can’t you tell? It’s a rather popular franchise you know. I’m sure Levi probably discussed it some time. Anyway, this was one of my favorite childhood shows and-” Mammon remained quiet, letting (MC) do all the talking. It’s not like he knew anything about the show either, but if (MC) wanted to dress up with him, then so be it. He’ll endure all the comments and teases from his brothers if it meant that (MC) would be happy. Hell, he would even climb to the top of the Devildom and back if it meant he could see (MC) smile at him. He truly was a lovestruck fool for (MC). 

(MC) wore a typical sailor outfit that seems to be a popular high school fit for anime girls, with the addition of a red ribbon both on the chest area and the lower back of the outfit. Her blue skirt, with all the detailed ruffles that she herself made, was a tad bit too short, and if she wasn’t careful, she could accidentally flash the brothers. It was a careless error she had made when measuring the cloth, but it was too late to turn back. Sporting the sailor fit, she wore knee-high boots and put her hair up in two side ponytails, the tips being rolled up into buns. Her gold earrings were in the shape of crescents, and various moon accents were scattered throughout. 

Mammon, on the other hand, wore a simple black tuxedo with black pants and a cape to go along with it. He wasn’t particularly fond of the top hat or white mask, but (MC) insisted that it was needed to look the part, along with a red rose that he held in his free hand. 

“You see, we’re dressed up as-”

“Sailor Moon,” Leviathan cut in, finishing her sentence. He was the second brother to view the two and took a quick picture to post on Devilgram with some silly caption to poke fun at the both of them. He had walked in midway into her explanation, with headphones on and eyes widening ever so slightly when he saw their cosplay. (MC) stuck her tongue out at Leviathan, a bit mad at him for stealing her thunder. “And Mammon is Tuxedo Mask.” He snickered a bit and went back to playing some game on his phone. “I can’t believe you made Mammon cosplay.” It was a rather snide comment, perhaps poking fun at the avatar of greed for looking so unsightly. The second eldest turned his head, instead trying to divert his attention to any little thing in the living room. He felt so embarrassed right now. 

“Come on, it’s his first time cosplaying. Give him a break. Besides, I coerced him using our pact, so it’s not like he had a say in the matter,” (MC) chimed in, protecting Mammon from any comments he may receive. He, on the other hand, felt his heart skip a beat. Ah, this was one of the reasons he fell for her. She never once let his brothers get away with a snide comment as long as she was around. It felt good being protected and cared for, but Mammon would never admit that to anyone. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Leviathan waved her off, opting instead to focus on the game in hand. “I’m so sending this on the group chat though.” 

“Alright, well record this as well.” (MC) cleared her throat, then threw a pose. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you.” She giggled afterwards, and Mammon stared at her in amazement. She was playing with his brothers, taking any comment and joking around with them further, as if she was truly unfazed and unbothered by any of their remarks. He loved that unwavering confidence that she had. It just made her all the more attractive. 

Asmodeus was the next one to walk in, complimenting (MC)’s craftsmanship as she had asked him for some tips beforehand. “Your accessories pair well with your outfit, although it might be a bit too flashy. You seem so adorable though.” He showered her with compliments, being the natural flirt that he was, but completely ignored Mammon in the process.

“Hey! Don’t flirt with (MC),” Mammon said a bit too tensely, pulling (MC) closer to him followed by a soft growl. It was the first time he had spoken since (MC) dragged him to the living room to show off to the brothers. Mammon was simply too embarrassed beforehand, but if anyone so much so makes a move towards (MC), then, by all means, he would be ready to attack. He was her first after all, but most importantly, she was the only one that showered him with love and affection, for the most part. If anyone became rather close with her, then his only means of positive affection would be gone, and Mammon would be left with nothing but insults. He couldn’t have that. No, he was greedy for her love. Money was no longer enough to satisfy his cravings. 

One by one, the remaining brothers filtered into the room, possibly due to the picture Levi took and sent to the family chat. Reluctantly, Mammon followed in (MC)’s steps and played out some scenes to entertain the fact that they were, indeed, dressed up as a couple. He wasn’t exactly the best, however, always stuttering and messing up some lines. His face was all red, and he could hear a few comments on that as well. But he had to keep going, to take in all these remarks, all for (MC). He also couldn’t stand to eye (MC). She just looked too cute in that outfit of hers, especially with that hairstyle. Oh how badly he wanted to hold her cheeks and slowly kiss her underneath the stars. 

As for the reactions of the other brothers, they were more or less similar to the others. Lucifer just looked down at them in disappointment. Had he really chosen a human that was similar to his beloved brother? He also seemed to find it a bit, well, cringy, but more or less admired the effort. He also could tell that Mammon seemed to enjoy himself, even if it was a little. He was happy to see that Mammon had found someone who loved and supported him, even if it meant forcing Mammon into endeavors he wasn’t too fond of. Belphegor’s face seemed to say “you woke me up for this?” and immediately went back to napping whereas Beelzebub didn’t seem to care all that much. 

Everyone eventually dispersed and went their own separate ways with (MC) and Mammon walking hand-in-hand back to her room on the first floor. (MC) seemed rather ecstatic as there was a slight skip to her step. Mammon remained quiet, instead focusing on how adorable (MC) looked when she was happy and trying to enjoy the moment before the two of them would part ways for the night. Oh what he wouldn’t give to have this moment last forever. That didn’t last long, however, as they soon arrived at (MC)’s door. 

“Mammon, thank you for doing this for me.” She turned to look at him, a tiny sparkle in her eyes. “I know that it’s a bit tough with your brothers and all, but I sincerely appreciate the fact that you’d do this when I asked you too, even if I practically begged you at the beginning.” 

“O-Of course. Who wouldn’t wanna spend time with me? I just did ya a big favor, so be grateful.” She giggled at his typical tsundere response and quickly kissed him on the cheek, which shut him up for good. 

“Ok, well, goodnight my dear prince,” she teased, walking into her room. “Oh, and you can keep the costume.” The last thing he saw before she closed her bedroom door was (MC)’s precious smile, the one that made his heart beat faster each time he saw it. 

Mammon’s brain was currently malfunctioning, trying to process what just happened as he stood still outside her bedroom door. Did she just call him her sweet prince? And did they just hold hands like a couple the whole time? Ah, Mammon was losing his mind over the fact that he had been so intimate with his crush today. If only he could build up confidence and make things official. But for now, this would suffice. 

Unconsciously, he brought a hand to his cheek, touching the area that (MC) had kissed. He blushed as he recounted the memory, stupidly smiling to himself in the process. Quietly, he muttered something under his breath, making sure no prying ears were in reach to hear him. “Tch, that’s my human.”

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Sneaking Out

Summary: Fictober prompt 7) “No, and that’s final” or Patton sneaks out to go to a party. Word Count: 1533 Warnings: Panic attack kinda? He has a medical attack which presents as very anxiety-like

“Please, Dad? I’ll do the dishes for a month and I’ll take out the trash and I’ll walk to school and I won’t ask for a puppy again, please let me go?” Patton pleads, following his father through the house as he cleans up. 

“No, and that’s final.” He turns to look at his son, lips drawn into a stern line and eyes hard over his half-circle glasses.

“But dad-”

“No Patton, you’re not going to that party. You have no idea who or what could be there and I’m not letting you get hurt. You will stay home and you will stop asking.” Emile huffs, dropping the washing basket on the kitchen table and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Patton, I love you, you know I do, that’s why I can’t let you go. You could have an attack and no one will know how to help. Maybe next year, if things are looking better, you can go. But for now, it’s too dangerous.” 

“I get it, dad. I’m sorry for bugging you.” Patton runs up the stairs before his father can stop him, slamming his door and falling onto his bed with a loud sigh. 

PATstel: sorry v, pops said I cant go

Virgie: But it’s the biggest party EVER and we actually got invited this year! We don’t get invited to anything. You have to come!!! PATstel: Tell that to dad, he said I'm still too sick

Virgie:  …            So we sneak you out.

PATstel: What? No!

Virgie: Yes. Be ready at 9.

Virgil’s right, the Crowne Twins’ Halloween party is the school district’s biggest event and it’s by invitation only, you have to be important to get in. The fact that Virgil, the quiet nerd at the front of the class, and Patton, the sick artist, got invited at all is huge. He can’t pass that up, no matter what his father says. 

Patton turns on his radio, blasting his art playlist and starts to gather his things, stuffing medication and supplies into a book bag as he finds his costume. He was going as Peter Pan both because costumes were required and because it was one he already owned after cosplaying him a year prior. 

He pinned his hair with bobby pins and wrapped vines through the metal, lining his eyes and drawing leafy patterns along his cheekbones. That was effort enough, with his shaking hands, so he pulls on the outfit and laces his shoes, sitting in the window as he watches the clock tick down. 

At exactly 9 pm a small ping hits the window, shocking Patton out of his music-induced stupor. Patton turns to see Virgil standing beneath the big tree, waving excitedly in his vampire outfit. Taking a deep breath, the smaller teen opens the window, throwing his bag into Virgil’s arms and climbing onto the window sill. With a lot of shimmying and a few loud squeaks, he successfully closes the window again and climbs down the old fire escape ladder that really should have been taken down by now. 

His feet safely touch the ground again and Virgil hands him his bag, letting him catch his breath before they set off for the Crowne’s house. It was only a five-minute walk for any normal person, but Virgil’s in heels and Patton is sick so it ends up being more like a 20 minutes walk with a two minute stop for Pat to take his meds. 

“Okay, we stick together the whole time, no alcohol, no drugs, if it’s too much or you feel an episode we leave immediately,” Virgil instructs, pulling his cape hood down so he can see as they near the house, already accosted by the loud music and yells of various party-goers. 

Virgil gives the invitations to the bouncer, there’s a bouncer omg virge, and they enter the mansion, both overwhelmed by the bright lights and multitude of bodies. Virgil grabs Patton’s hand and pulls him to where he can see the makeshift bar. 

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Patton mumbles, taking a cup of juice and leaning next to his friend as they scan the crowd for anyone they recognise. Everyone is in costume, from creepy to cute to ‘are you even in clothes?’ and it's incredible to see so much creativity in one place. 

“Oh hey, you made it!” A voice shouts from beside Virgil, sending the boy into Patton’s arms in fright. Beside him stands a teen made up to look like a decomposing body, complete with exposed cheekbones and peeling flesh. Remus Crowne, the school’s golden boy, complete with his football jersey and classic smirk. 

“Yeah, uh, we did. I love the-the costume.” Virgil stammers, righting himself and brushing imaginary dirt off his blouse. Remus was the one to invite the pair after he and Virgil had been paired up for a history project and found that they actually got along rather well. 

“Thanks, man. Oh hey, you gotta check this out. Deck did this sick snake makeup and I think you’d love it.” Before Patton can say anything, Remus grabs Virgil’s hand and drags him away, leaving the teen alone in a crowd of strangers. 

The music got louder, the lights got brighter and soon Patton found himself unable to breathe and shaking harder than ever. 

Two figures enter the house through the backdoor, both dressed in ripped black denim and studded jackets, both with fixed glares and craving alcohol. They part the crowd as they make their way to the makeshift bar, neither glancing at the various looks they gain from fellow students. 

The first, a teen dressed in a blood-red shirt with studded knee-high boots, reaches the bar first, taking a swig of vodka straight from the bottle before handing it to his friend. The second teen, wearing a blue jacket so dark it’s almost black and thick sunglasses takes his own drink before sitting atop the counter, looking around the room and making various comments to the other. 

A crash next to them catches their attention, the teen in red pushing past a couple with their tongues in each other's mouths to find a boy curled up on the floor, grasping at his chest and gasping for air. 

“Logan!” He shouts, dropping to his knees in front of the boy and trying to get his attention. “Hey, kid, I’m gonna put my hand on your shoulders and sit you up okay?” He waits for what he assumes is a nod of agreement before moving the boy to lean against the bar;’s front. 

“Roman, here.” Logan passes an ice cube to the denim-clad teen, who in turn puts it in the boy’s hand and waits for him to snap out of his own mind. 

“Hey, we just wanna help. Are you having a panic attack?” Roman asks slowly, locking eyes with him and keeping his hands loose on his shoulders. The boy shakes his head repeatedly, left hand flexing its grasp on his shirt before jerkily letting go to point at his bag which had fallen on the floor next to him. 

Logan opens the bag, finding the pile of medication inside and quickly sifting through it all. 

“Patton?” The boy nodded, struggling to breathe, “okay, you will need to point at what you require, I do not know what half of these do and I do not want to give you the wrong thing.” 

“Wait, Patton? Sinclair?” Roman asks, before looking back to his friend, “he needs the blue one and the inhaler.” Logan obliges hesitantly, watching as Roman takes one of the pills and helps Patton swallow it with a glass of water before helping him with the inhaler, rubbing his shoulder lightly as it kicks in, oxygen finally entering his lungs normally. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles, hands finally go of his shirt and dropping into his lap. “How did you know?” 

“I’m in your math class. I don’t normally turn up but I was there a couple of months ago when you had an episode and the teacher gave you those. You looked the same as back then so I figured it was the same sort of thing.” He shrugs, helping the boy stand again as Logan gives him his bag. 

“You know, you’re pretty nice for a punk.” Patton smiles, looking between the two teens who easily stand at a foot taller than he does. 

“Punk is about fucking with the law, not the innocent people it fucked with.” Roman smirks, leaning back against the bar. “And possibly fucking the people by that look, Logan what the fuck?” Patton turns to see Logan staring across the room at Virgil who has now stripped off his cloak and is in a torn blouse and mini-shorts with fishnet tights. 

“Apologies, it appears I was distracted for a moment.” he coughs lightly, a blush rising to his cheeks. 

“That's my friend Virgil, he got kidnapped by Remus earlier, that's why I was alone. I could introduce you? As a thank you for helping me.” Logan stammers at the offer, unable to refuse as Patton takes his hand, grabbing Roman’s as well and dragging them over to his friend.