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[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl you Like)

[Stream 5]

The announcement is made.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Lucifer, Asmodeus, Beelzebub

Relationships: Delphi x Asmo, Delphi x Beel, Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 1276

Warnings: None, general angst

Notes: Hey y'all! I am back from vacation and have been working on things again! I was trying and trying to make this chapter longer, but it just didn't want to be. So, a bit shorter than usual. I'm not gonna make any promises about chapter length going forward, lol. They'll be as long or as short as they want to be. I can't guarantee s normal posting schedule, but I will say that I'm working on the next chapter now. Hope you enjoy!

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Saturday - Evening

OracleDelphi is online

“Asmo, I don’t want to do this,” Delphi sighs, folding up in her moon chair and wrapping her robe around herself. “I just want to announce the collab and be done.”

Asmo smiles at her pityingly from her bed, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. “We could do that, hon. If you aren’t feeling up to streaming tonight. Just pop on, give the announcement, and then we can have a movie night.”

She groans, “No we can’t…”

“What’s stopping us, kitten?” He has a point. She doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a very valid point. She’s only ever missed one stream before and that was because she had to study for exams. If she took a mental health day, her followers would understand.                

Delphi flounders for an excuse. Finally, she shrugs. “Nothing? I guess?”

Asmo sighs, “Buuut?”

“But after my Wednesday stream I talked to Wolf…” she admits with a groan, burying her face in her hands.

Asmo sits straight up, scrambling for the edge of the bed. “Tell me everything,” he demands. She groans again, curling even further into herself, but he grabs her ankle and pulls on it. Off-balance, Delphi slides down in her chair with a yelp.

“Asmo!” she snaps, swatting at his hand on her leg. She huffs, "It wasn't that big a deal.”

“Then tell me!” Asmo insists.

She realizes that she isn’t getting out of this and sighs. She readjusts her robe, sitting up cross-legged in the chair.

“You were watching the chat, right?” she asks, playing with the hem of her robe. At his nod, she continues, “Well, after I went dark, I messaged him.”

Delphi hands over her D.D.D. with the chat open, staring down at her feet while Asmo reads. It doesn’t take him long, and when hands the device back, he sighs, “I’m proud of you for telling him how you feel, hon. But why didn’t you stick around to talk to him?”

“What else was I supposed to say?” Delphi cries. “’I’ve fallen in love with the idea of you and I don’t want you to leave in case you’re actually the demon of my dreams?’”

Asmo grimaces. “Maybe not quite that…”

Lucifer gets the notification that she’s online just as he’s about to lecture Levi and Mammon for destroying RAD property again. Mammon owed Levi money and Levi demanded it back so that he could order some new figure from one of his countless anime. Mammon refused, of course, because he doesn’t have a single Grimm to his name and Levi had summoned Lotan in the middle of the RAD cafeteria.

Both of them hang from their ankles in the stairwell, whining about how it’s the other’s fault and they shouldn’t be punished. Lucifer checks his notifications and sighs. As much as he wants to just leave them both here and go to his room to watch Delphi’s stream, he knows that they likely won’t be here when he gets back.

He should have let Barbatos have them.

Delphi sits in her chair in her robe, the red light on her camera blinking to show that she’s live. She sighs and puts on a smile.

“Hello, my loves,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather the past couple of days, so I just have a quick announcement for you before I go offline. I know I’ve talked about my channel manager before, but we’ve been doing some talking and we have a special treat planned for y’all.”

She waves Asmo over from his seat on her bed and he floats into frame. He’s wearing a matching robe and slides into the chair beside her, resting his head on her shoulder with a seductive smile at the camera. Delphi grins.

“Everyone, meet my channel manager, Asmo. Y’all may know him as AsmoBaby.”

“Hi kittens!” Asmo jumps in, waving.

Giggling, Delphi continues, “This time next week, Asmo and I will be doing a special collab stream!”

“We’ll be streaming from both of our accounts, so make sure to join us!” Asmo adds with a wink.

Delphi smiles and finishes, “That’s all I have for you today, loves. I’m going to go get some rest and hopefully feel better soon. I love you all and we’ll see you next week!”

OracleDelphi is offline

Lucifer gets to his office after two hours of lecturing, sinking into his chair with a sigh. He runs his hand through his hair and checks his D.D.D. Ten minutes after the first notification, he received a second saying she was offline. He opens his laptop and checks her uploaded videos, realizing there’s nothing there from today. Or Wednesday, for that matter.

He closes the laptop with a growl and leans back in his chair. As hungry as he is for the little human, he doesn’t feel like going through old videos for the hundredth time. Instead, he pulls out his D.D.D. and types out a text.

L: Delphi, are you feeling alright?

He erases the message, rolling his eyes. Of course she isn’t, that’s a stupid question.

L: I know you’re busy tomorrow, but I’d like to speak with you after breakfast.

He erases again. She’ll think she’s in trouble.

L: Would you like to go to Hell’s Kitchen with me for dinner Monday evening? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.

That could work.

His thumb hovers over the ‘send’ icon for what feels like an eternity. What is he supposed to say to her? That he’s her secret admirer on DevilFans and he’s actually deeply, madly, desperately in love with her? That every time he sees her in those fishnet tights of hers he wants to fuck her on every surface in the House plus a few at RAD? That he doesn’t care if he isn’t the demon she’s been dreaming of this whole time, he just wants to be the only demon she ever needs for the rest of her life?

He erases the message and tosses his D.D.D. onto his desk, groaning. Damn his stupid pride.

There’s a knock on her door that startles Delphi out of her conversation with Asmo.

“Delphi?” a familiar voice calls from the hall and she grins.

“Come on in,” she replies.

A head of bright ginger hair appears from behind the door, peeking around the room before Beel enters. He closes the door behind him and moves to sit on the bed, a granola bar half into his mouth by the time he gets there.

“Hey, Bub,” Delphi sighs, holding out her free hand to him. Asmo has her other in a vice-like grip.

“Hi,” he greets her with a warm grin. Beel takes her hand and squeezes it lightly. “Your chat blew up before you went offline. Everyone seems really excited for the stream next week.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “That’s great! I was a bit worried that it would be too much, but I’m glad everyone seems excited.”

Asmo smiles, nuzzling into her neck. He murmurs into her skin, “I told you it’d be okay, hon.”

“I know, but I still worry,” Delphi giggles, shying away from his warm breath on her skin. It sends a shiver down her spine and makes her hips jerk involuntarily. She clutches Beel’s hand tighter as she tries to move.

“You shouldn't,” Beel tells her, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Even if a few people leave, you still have a lot of fans.”

“Thank you both,” she sighs, relaxing into Asmo's hold and smiling up at Beel. “I love you guys so much.”

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @consolationblog @rensphilia @flemmingbamse

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Five}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~3.5k CW: mentions of blood, swearing, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

"Whattaya mean, like someone cast a protection spell on us or somethin'? Couldn't they have at least made it so we didn't turn inta this?" Mammon huffed in frustration.

Solomon grinned, casting another sly glance toward Storm. "Well, I don't think it would have been that easy. Besides, I'm sure you'll figure out who the kind soul who decided your lives were worth protecting is soon enough."

"Regardless, we should keep the idle chit-chat to a minimum and continue going through the levels." Lucifer sighed, looking around the room for another message.

The others shrugged, breaking off into groups to search the room they now found themselves in. Beel, Lucifer, Mammon, and Storm began wandering off to where the room began to narrow, while the others remained in the larger open area. It was eerily quiet for a moment, before Asmo broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Solomon, tell us more about the reaper. I mean, living in a place like this and coming up with all these rules...The longer we stay here, the more curious I am!"

"Hmm..." Solomon shrugged, turning from the bookshelf he had been analyzing closely. "Well, In a nutshell, I'd say that my reaper friend is a little on the unusual side."

"Even more than these idiots?" Vivi tilted her head in a gesture toward where a few of the brothers searched under some furniture.

"Hahaha! Well, we've known each other for over a thousand years now, but there's still so many things about them that I don't know."

"Whoa whoa...wait a minute..." Heart snapped his attention toward the sorcerer. "Did you just say a thousand??"

"Yeah, how old are you, Solomon?" Sarah asked pointedly, eyeing him up and down.

"Easy now, haha! Long ago, there was a time when I devoted myself to researching new forms of magic, but one day I made a...small error, I suppose. And as a result, I can never grow old or die naturally." Solomon shrugged. "So, I've lived for thousands of years looking exactly as I do now."

"Hold up, so you're actually just some crusty old man!?" Fern scrunched up their face. "What the fuck, dude!"

"An old man?!" Solomon winced, insulted by their words. "I'd like to think I keep myself appearing very young..."

"Well all of this isn't news to us. I mean, me and Solomon have known each other for so long now, You should have realized that he wasn't just some ordinary human!" Asmo giggled, strolling over to Solomon and gripping his arm tightly. "But I guess it makes sense why y'all didn't know all this stuff. You just met him a few weeks ago."

"I would say Solomon is more than just an unusual human." Belphie shrugged. "He's much different than any of you guys, or Storm. And he has so many pacts that he's probably closer to a demon than a human at this point."

"Hey now." Solomon's eye twitched in what appeared to be annoyance. "I'm just as human as any of them. I'm just...unique."

"Will you all quit fooling around?" Lucifer's sudden harsh tone caused nearly everyone to jump.

"Yeah, we found the doorway to the next level, so if y'all're done gabbin' ya can come this way!" Mammon added, crossing hims arm's triumphantly.

"Alright, alright. We're coming." Heart rolled their eyes, taking Asmo's hands and following Mammon out of the room. Vivi knelt down briefly, noticing her shoes had been unlaced during the ruckus of the previous rooms. As she finished tightly tying the strings, she noticed Solomon also lagging behind the others. Quickly, he grabbed a book off of the shelf he had been hovering near and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket.

"Hey, what did you just take?" Vivi stood, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Who, me?" Solomon smiled, shaking his head. "I didn't take anything. Maybe it just looked like I did from where you were standing."

Vivi sighed. "Whatever it was, it better not get us into any more trouble, or I'll be joining your 'friend' in beating your ass."

Solomon chuckled, walking straight past Vivi to catch up with the others. Vivi scoffed, following behind him to get though to the next room. She bumped into Fern as she walked through the door, already annoyed at the congested pileup at the entrance.

In large letters on the wall, scrawled out in blood, read "NO TALKING." The group looked amongst each other uncertainly, not knowing what the challenge of this room to try to get them to talk would be. The place they found themselves now appeared to be a long hallway, lined with suits of armor. Each figure held a long pole axe, as if in warning to those entering. Many doors lined the hall, and it would take hours to try to figure which lead out of this level and into the next.

Storm narrowed her eyes, assessing each of the doors in her field of vision. Each of them had a mark on them that almost looked like a scratch. Each was unique in color, size, and angle, but they all shared the same semi-straight formation. Well, all but one. Storm's eyes zeroed in on the distinguished door- one that had no markings at all near the end of the hall of doors. After a moment of pause, Storm turned to the puzzled group, gesturing with a tilt of her head to follow. The others hesitated for a moment, but followed after her to see what it was she was confidently chasing after.

"You know, I've been thinking..." Satan wondered aloud, glancing up to the cathedral-like ceiling above them. Before he could continue his statement, Levi wrapped his tail around Satan's pudgy head, muffling his words against the thick scales of his tail. Annoyed, Satan bit down, causing Levi to yelp loudly in pain.

"You realize the three of us have already been punished for breaking the rules, right? Even if we break another, we wont be penalized any more than we already have."

"So...that means we can talk?" Levi squeaked the words out, glancing around to the suits of armor nervously.

"I've already done it and nothing happened, so...yes."

"WOOOHOOO!" Mammon screeched loudly, barreling down the hallway past Storm.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. They seem to never shut up, even under consequences like this.

Mammon grinned as he began walking backwards, now facing Storm. "I bet your jealous, huh?"

Storm raised an eyebrow before shaking her head.

"I mean, I'd rather have the option to be quiet and stay looking like I did before than be a little D." Levi sighed, prancing up next to Storm's side. "So, are you thinking you know the way to the next level?"

Storm nodded with a smile, pointing to the unmarked door she was heading toward.

"Nah, that's clearly wrong." Mammon shook his head, bounding to a door just a few feet away from them. "Look at this one! The mark on it is big and yellow and more scraggly than the others! Clearly this is the right way to go!"

Before Storm could react, Mammon pushed the door open aggressively, revealing a ginormous boutique-looking room, covered wall-to-wall in clothing, bags, and accessories.

Satan's eyes widened. "Hey! Someone cover Asmo's mouth before he-"

"EEEEEEEEEEEE! Look at all these cute clothes!" Asmo squealed, stars in his eyes as he looked around the room.

"...Looks like I was too late."

"Oh my gosh, there's so much here that I like!!!" Asmo squawked, immediately shoving past Vivi to get to the clothing, sending her careening toward the ground.

"Asmo, You're gonna pay for that!!" Vivi roared, immediately rolling to her feet and bolting toward him. Before she could get to him, a bright light flashed from where both of them stood, blinding everyone else.

"Uh..oh..." Mammon gulped, backing out of the room slowly as the light dimmed and the figures that used to be Asmo and Vivi came into focus.

"Oh, this dress is so adorable!" The small pudgy demon gleefully smoothed the fabric between his spindly fingers. "It would look so cute on- AGUGh!"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you limb from limb, you narcissistic bimbo!" the small beast- who they all assumed to be Vivi- screamed, now having Asmo pinned against them in a headlock. Unlike the brothers, Vivi hadn't turned into a small, pudgy demon. Instead, they turned into a tiny purple and black sheep of the same size. Curled horns peaked out from her spongey coat, and the small muscles in her arms twitched as she tightened her hold on Asmo's neck.

"L-let go! My precious skin will be ruined if you sq-squeeze too tight!" Asmo choked, trying to wriggle his way out of her grip.

Satan pressed his lips together to try to stifle a laugh, but couldnt help the snort that released through his mouth. Vivi snapped her attention toward him, dropping Asmo to the ground instantly. She ran towards him, sliding backwards on the ground. With a buck of her back legs, she kicked him full-force with her hooves. Satan's tiny body flew out of the room with the force of her kick, causing the others to duck out of the way to avoid being hit.

Beel frowned, picking at his fingers nervously. As if able to hear his thoughts, Belphie came up beside him and patted his back in an attempt to comfort him. Vivi huffed, storming out of the room to diffuse her anger.

Storm glanced uncertainly toward Solomon, who covered his mouth to keep from laughing. She made a mental note to ask later about the cure for these curses, but now returned her focus to opening the correct door. The others followed as Lucifer attempted to wrangle Vivi, who was kicking around suits of armor and yelling at Satan.

As Storm predicted, the door lead to the next level. They all stepped into a hall with hundreds of stools sitting tucked under long tables. Another large message lined the walls above tapped barrels, which Storm assumed to be some sort of alcohol. The message was even larger than the last, and seemed to be more haphazardly scrawled out than the other messages they've seen:

DO NOT EAT.

"If we make it through level 4, we'll be at the chamber with the candles. Just a little further!"

Just as the words left Solomon's mouth, the room went dark. When the light to the room returned, the tables became lined with a plethora of different foods and drinks. It was as if the reaper was enticing the tired and hungry group to partake of the feast, though they all knew what the consequences of eating this food would be.

"Oh my lord...I can't believe we have to deal with this now!" Fern groaned as their stomach grumbled. "After we've come all this way!"

"Do not eat...it says Do not eat...that's what it says..." Beel stared between the message and the feast, drool forming heavily behind his lips.

"Beel...You can do this!" Storm tried to reassure him, rubbing his arm gently. He just stared on, completely transfixed on the buffet before him that he was being told to ignore.

"It's no use..." Belphie groaned.

"Hey, this reaper friend of yours...they don't have a cerberus-sized pet, right? I keep hearing this...growling?" Asmo glanced around, hopping to try to see over the tables.

"I'd say it sounds more like thunder." Heart looked toward the ceiling, trying to see if the chandeliers were shaking with the force of the noise.

"Nah, that's Beel's stomach growlin'..." Mammon shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "I have a bad feelin' about what's about to happen..."

Beel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. After a short moment, he opened his eyes and turned away from the food. "Lets go."

Belphie blinked in utter disbelief. "wha- huh?"

"We're almost to the chamber with the candles, right?" Beel swallowed his saliva, trying to quell the growing hunger pains in his stomach. "So...lets get moving."

"I...I don't believe it..." Belphie's eyes were wide as he stared at his twin. "Beel...Y-you're actually resisting the temptation to eat...How..."

"He probably cant resist it for long, so lets go already!" Mammon pushed past them, moving in the direction of an archway in the back of the room. The others followed behind quickly, each glancing toward Beel nervously as they walked through the winding dining halls- each one displaying a more elaborate feast than the last.

Beel mumbled to himself as they moved, listing off the various foods he saw displayed on the plates before him. Storm and Belphie stood on either side of him, squeezing his hands to reassure him they were here.

"We need to get his mind off the food." Belphie nervously glanced toward Beel's line of sight, seeing his second favorite dish piled on top of a serving platter. Droll pooled out of his mouth as Beel tried to breathe deeply, dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.

"Uh...I...I'm pretty sure Solomon made all this food, Beel!" Sarah shouted suddenly, causing Belphie to feel a shudder run up his spine.

"Yeah, and I betcha Fern helped!" Mammon added with a snort.

"Hey! Fuck you!" Fern knitted their brows together as they kicked Mammon hard, square in the ass. He yelped and ran toward Storm's legs. He turned and scowled at them as he held onto her pant leg, trying to stay as far away from Fern as possible.

"Hey, look! There's a door!" Heart pointed to the right, where a large double door was situated. A big red arrow was painted on the door, as if to signal they were headed in the right direction.

Belphie sighed in relief and ran toward the door. "I bet the candles are right through-"

His words died on his tongue when the doors creaked open, displaying another dining room. This time though, the tables were lined with various types of burgers- what they all knew to be Beel's favorite food. They all turned to the second youngest, nervous to see how he would respond.

"B-beel, the color has drained from your face..." Storm commented, squeezing his overly-sweating hand to try to get him to look at her. "Are you okay?"

Beel stayed silent, eyes wide and staring at the steaming plates before him.

"I don't think I've ever seen Beel fight off the urge to eat like this before..." Belphie shook his head, squeezing Beel's other hand. "I have no idea how he's able to do this..."

"Well, if ya ask me, it's about damn time he learned to keep that stomach of his in check." Mammon rolled his eyes. "I mean, he's always eatin'. Like a giant pig!"

"Shut up, Mammon." Vivi hissed, mimicking a punch of one fist to an open palm with her hooves. Mammon gulped, now skirting his way between Storm's legs for extra protection.

"Pig...pig...pig roast." Beel moaned, suddenly snatching Mammon up into his hands.

"Whoa...What- HEY! OW!!" Mammon yelled as Beelzebub bit into his back. "Quit bitin' me! I ain't food, dammit!"

"Beel! Stop trying to eat Mammon!" Storm gasped, moving to pry Mammon out of Beel's hands.

Lucifer's eyes widened in fear and he quickly snatched Storm's arms away, just before Beel snapped his jaws toward her. "Don't try to get your hands in there, Storm."

She nodded nervously, watching Mammon writhe in Beels hands.

"D'AAAH! He's gonn a eat me alive!!! Do something!" Mammon screamed

"Actually, he's just gnawing on him a little. As long as he doesn't bite off actual chunks, it should be okay." Belphie shrugged.

"And it might help keep his mind off of eating the food here." Sarah added, giggling as Beel bit down harder on Mammon's pudgy back.

"AHHH! IT'S NOT OKAY!!" Mammon shouted, finally freeing himself from Beel's grasp and leaping into Storm's arms. She caught him roughly, only being held up by Lucifer's support. She felt him stumble slightly as her body backed into his, thankful that he was there to keep her from falling. Lucifer grunted as he tried to straighten himself, clearly in pain from the impact.

"I can't take this anymore!" Beel whimpered, clutching his stomach hard. "If I try to hold back any more, I might hurt one of you!"

"Might!?" Mammon whined, rubbing the spots on his back where Beel's fangs punctured the skin. "We're already there, pal!"

Beel squeezed his eyes shut, growling loudly. "I'm sorry, I have to-"

Suddenly, a bright flash of light erupted from behind him, causing everyone to freeze in shock. After the light faded, a small little D with a spiney tail with fluff-like tip, curled ram horns, and glistening violet eyes blinked at them from a chair near one of the tables. In his hand, he held a half-eaten burger.

"Huh...so this is what it feels like to be a little D?" Belphie shrugged, tossing the burger aside. "You know, it's not really as bad as I thought."

"Exactly! Now you're one of us, Belphie!" Levi laughed.

Belphie scrunched up his face. "Ugh. No thanks. I don't mind being a little D, but I've got no interest in being 'one of you,' Levi."

Levi let out a yell, mimicking the action of a sword being thrust through his chest. "Belphie scores a critical hit, Leviathan takes 4500 damage!"

"Cringy." Heart giggled, shaking their head.

"Bel...Belphie?" Beel blinked back his surprise, his lips down-turned in an intense frown. "Wh...why would you...This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault, Beel." Belphie hopped down off of the chair, stretching his back.

"You only ate that because it looked like I was about to give into the temptation and eat it myself though."

"Yeah, well...I understand how hard that is...Believe me. Which is why I didn't want to watch you having to endure it. Like, if I had to stave off the urge to sleep, I'm sure I would have felt the same."

"You hung in really well, Beel." Storm smiled sympathetically, patting his arm.

"Plus, the reaper already has an axe to grind with you. If you were to break one of the rules, who knows what would happen to you?" Fern shuddered, not wanting to think of the other potential outcomes.

"So...It's no big deal at all if I turn into a little D. We can figure out a fix for this later." Belphie hugged Beel's leg, smiling up at him.

Beel sniffled as tears began running down his face. He snatched Belphie up, hugging him as tight as he physically could.

"Ack! Beel...I-I appreciate the hug, but not so t-tight! You're suffocating me!" Belphie choked, trying hard to wriggle his way loose to get some air into his lungs.

"Something wrong, Lucifer?" Solomon tilted his head at the oldest brother, who seemed to be holding his balance against one of the chairs. "You're looking...well, you're looking sort of pale?"

"It's..." Lucifer's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he sighed. "My head hurts."

Storm turned to him, concern painted all over her face. She set Mammon down gently and reached up toward Lucifer's brow, carefully smoothing over his temple. "Another migraine? They seem to be getting worse lately."

"They're usually triggered by the stress of dealing with the problems your brothers though, right?" Solomon smirked as Lucifer ceased waving away Storm's concerned doting, glaring at the sorcerer.

"How did you know that?"

"Well, what do you expect?" Solomon chuckled. "When there's a demon I'm hoping to make a pact with, I make an point to observe him at all times."

Lucifer grimaced. "Well, stop it."

Solomon smirked in response to Lucifers annoyance as he again swatted Storm's hands away.

"In any case, yes...this headache seems to be worse than the ones I usually have...but it's nothing to be concerned about since we're almost at the fifth level. I will just rest when we get home and all will be well. Let's just keep going."

"Are you sure?" Storm stared at him, eyes shimmering with worry. "Maybe you should sit down for-"

"I said I'm fine." Lucifer snapped, shaking his head and moving past her.

"Well, the candle room will hopefully be right through that door." Solomon shrugged at Storm, though the look on his face seemed satisfied with Lucifer's current state. "Lets continue on, shall we?"

[astaroth1357]

Locker Room Talk- A Beelzebub Fanfic (BeelxGN MC)

(I’m not much of a whole-ass fic writer, so I don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, but I just had a scenario play out too perfectly not to give it an upgrade. I would hope this goes without saying, but harassment is not okay, I do not condone it, and if you are experiencing it you should look into what legal options you have available to report it. Please don’t try the Beel method. You’ll go to jail.)

Warnings: Sexual harassment, unwanted innuendo, implied possibility of sexual assault, vulgarity

"Locker Room Talk” isn't really Beel's thing. In all honesty, he’s never understood the appeal since saying gross stuff where only your friends can hear doesn’t make what you’re saying any better. Because he’s been playing sports for nearly all the time he's been in the Devildom, he’s been around his fair share of these kinds of conversations. Most of the time he just keeps to himself and tries to tune out whatever the other guys have to say. It gives him a bit of a reputation as the “innocent” one sure, but he just prefers not to play along with their pervy antics. If they wanted that, they could talk to Asmo for all he cared.

That’s not to say he didn’t like his teammates or anything. Most of them were pretty good people on the court and got their acts together off of it. And Beel really loved playing sports. He needed the physical outlet as a distraction from his hunger… If he had to put up with a little vulgarity from time to time, it seemed like a fair enough trade… Or. At least it was at first.

When MC came to the Devildom, they turned his whole world upside-down. Things between his brother had always been tense before and even Belphie had grown more distant with him after what happened to Lilith, but it felt like in only a couple of short months they were able to soothe everything over. His family has never been happier and neither has he… Plus, it helped that they were a good, and eager, cook.

His teammates sniffed out his crush for the little human fairly quickly. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly hiding it very well. The first time they ever came by one of their practices, a pouch of homemade cookies in hand, he could have kissed them on the spot. No one, not even Belphie, makes the time to go check on him during practice like that... He must have made his happiness pretty obvious because the human started making it a regular habit. At least two, sometimes three, times a week they would drop in with some kind of food for him. Store-bought, homemade, a small snack, or packed meal, it honestly didn’t matter to him. Anything that came from their hands felt three times more filling than it should have. 

He’s a little embarrassed to admit that after a few weeks the anticipation would start to show in his performance… If they were on their way he could usually smell whatever they had packed heading his direction and he’d play extra aggressively just to get to a break faster. He'd mow everybody else over just to have an excuse to go meet them at the gate. He’s been more than a little reckless before and thinking back on it can make him wince, but he usually forgets all about those little mishaps as soon as he’s met by their smiling face. 

“Hey, Beel! How is practice going?” They’d ask him. And no matter how he answers, all he’d think would be, “Never as good as right now…”

It was around the time that his teammates put it together that the teasing started. It was innocent enough at first. They’d pick on him for having a little crush on the exchange student but it was always lighthearted. Nothing worse than maybe the occasional,

“Oi Beel? Did you get yourself a housewife/husband? Good for you.” or “They’ll cook for you?? What a steal!” Nothing that bad. At least, nowhere near as bad as it would get.

As the weeks passed it seemed like his teammates were expecting something out of him... Like, was he supposed to make a move on them? Though Beel really did want to be with the MC, there were a lot of complications… His brothers being a big one. Most have made no secret that they’re also pretty fond of them too, Mammon especially, and it felt wrong to make another rift in the family right after it took so long to patch the first one… Of course, his teammates didn’t know that. And they didn’t care. All they wanted to do was amp up the pressure…

“Hey, Beel, did you see what your honey was wearing today? I think they’re sending signals. You should probably jump on that, you know?” When it first started, he couldn’t actually believe what he was hearing. Sure, their little jokes sounded like innuendo but they kept things just veiled enough that he could have been reading into it. He’d get uncomfortable, but brush it off easy enough. However, it only ever got worse from there.

“Yo Beel, you boning that human yet? What? No?? What the hell are you waiting for? We see you like them so just do it!” It would grate on his nerves...

“Beel, how’s your sweetheart been doing? Still not fucking, right? Bet they’re getting lonely…” He’d tell them to stop. At first politely, then more forcefully.

“Look, man, if you don’t start taking charge then they’re going to get antsy. Plenty of other guys are here looking to get their dicks wet… Just look at your brothers, am I right?” After a while, he started shouting. But his aggravation only seemed to fuel the fire.

“I bet someone will have them bent over and forgetting all about you by the end of the week.” Eventually, he went to the coach but he didn’t care. “It’s just ‘Locker Room Talk.’ Grow up,” is all he got in response. It didn’t feel like it was just that anymore, but he started to doubt himself anyway... Was he overreacting? Every bone in his body wanted to go on a rampage whenever they started to pester him but wasn’t it all just words? He could endure words, couldn’t he? Besides, RAD has a strict no-violence on school grounds policy on its athletes. Even if he did get a good slug in, then he’d been thrown out of future games for the rest of the season.

Their words were just words. Gross, awful words, but words nonetheless. Sure. Whatever. He could endure that… but only that.

On the day he nearly lost it completely, it was right after their last practice before a big game the next night. The whole team was amped to go, but Beel was trying to keep to himself. Get in, get out, and go back to the House where MC was probably waiting. He’s long since stopped sticking around for socializing with the others. He had just finished changing when one of his teammates cornered him by his locker, the slimiest grin already plastered on his face.

“Look, Beel… We’re going to do you a favor, alright? Since you’re taking so long with this… The guys and I have decided to invite your little human to an “after-game party” tomorrow. To celebrate our victory and all that. Bet they’re dying for some action since you’re not giving any. You’re free to come if you want. Though… they might not be paying much attention to you.” Beel could feel his eye twitch as he watched the scumbag’s snickering face. That face. That fucking face. He'd never seen or heard anything so revolting in his life and-

For a few seconds, all he could see was red.

When he came back to his senses, he already had the sleazebag pinned against the lockers by the windpipe, fingers gripping his neck so tightly that his nails drew blood. At some point, he must have slipped into his demon form because the vibrations of his wings behind him made a sound not unlike a warning growl. His expression must have been ferocious because in the guy's eyes he saw nothing but pure terror. He’d never felt this much rage and hatred together before. Surely, at this moment, he ought to look more like Satan or Lucifer on a rampage than he does himself.

“If you say one more thing about that human, I will kill you. Touch them once and I will eat you. Are we clear?" His hand clenches further, making him receive a gargled cough in response. At this point, he could have probably flicked his wrist and snapped his neck in two. "Then pass it on." He tossed the man back into the metal lockers and watched him sink to the floor, clawing at his own throat and gasping for air. Oh yeah, his sporting days for this semester are over. But if it keeps him away from this trash? He’ll take it.

Of course, he made sure that he doesn’t stick around much longer. He left the scumbag to sort himself out, grabbing his gym bag quickly. He barely remembered to hide his demon form again before walking out of there, his nerves are practically shot already. Thankfully, though, he didn’t make it three steps out the door before a familiar face stopped him in his tracks. MC, who must have been waiting patiently for him this entire time, is leaned next to the bleachers with a backpack in one hand and a deli sandwich in the other. The perfect smile they got when they saw him signaling their blissful ignorance of all that just went down before.

“Hey Beel! How was pr-Oomf!” His body colliding with theirs cuts off their question. Beel’s gym bag lies already forgotten in the dirt, ditched so his arms could embrace them fully. It’s just a hug, a tight hug, but there’s a certain desperation to it. Though he knew it was ridiculous, a part of him was terrified that his teammates may just come up and try to snatch them if he let go…. After some time to process, he felt their head settle against his chest. He worried that they can hear his raging heartbeat... Would they pick up on how pissed he was just a moment ago?

“Ah… Not that great then, huh…?” His arms tense, pressing them closer against the fabric of his shirt. Should he tell them what he's been putting up with…? Does he even have the stomach for it? Letting out a sigh through his nose, he simply grunted out, “No…” 

“Well, what’s wrong then?” So many things… He just wanted to pick them up and fly them away from all this crap. He wanted to rip the tongues out from anyone who's said a bad word about them. He wanted to keep holding them in his arms, shielding them from anything and everything that could possibly take that perfect smile away… But they probably don’t know that, do they?

“Beel? Are you okay...?” He let a slow sigh draw out from his nose, resting his head atop theirs. All too soon, he'd have to let them go. But, for the moment, he could just hold them and wish this feeling would never end...

“Only if you are…”

[dear-departed]

Sweet heat (Lucifer)

Because y'all liked the previous smut with Beel, I thought I would do myself the ultimate self-service and make smut of Lucifer (aka my fav brother) so you're welcome, hope you enjoyed writing this as much as I did.

Warnings: Smut, obviously, wax play, ice play, overstimulation(?), MC sheds a few tears, talk of safewords, but none are used, Lucifer being a sadist, but not letting his sadism show a whole lot, also aftercare, MC is afab but no pronouns are mentioned

Word count: 3.4k

Lucifer does not do things recklessly, no, he plans everything down, and the same applies to your sex life. He’s not opposed to short sessions, designed to relieve both you and him of any pent-up stress. That being said, though, he would do just about anything to have you to himself all night, hours on end, drawing endless streams of pleasure from deep within you with his magic touch. 

On nights where he has the pleasure to be with you during his free time, he prefers to go over every little nitty gritty detail before the two of you start. Your aftercare preferences, safe word, and how you would like him to talk to you.  

“Safe word, are we still using umbrella for immediate stop and blue for ease up?” He asked, idly lighting up a candle and placing it on a shelf near the bed, adding to the ambient and romantic orangish-red glow to the room. After that, he adjusted the horn of demonus and the bottle of wine in the bucket of ice on the bedside tables, shifting them deeper into the ice cubes.  

“Yes, that sounds good.” You squirmed in your seat, currently sitting crisscross on Lucifer’s large and plush bed. At this point, you’d actually started to not mind the skeleton in his room. After all, it was kind of like having a mini audience, one that wouldn’t judge you. You must admit, though, it definitely was freaky the first time you saw it.  

“Tell me if I say something wrong to you, understand?” He sat across from you once more, gauging your expression. 

“Of course, Lucifer, and you’ll tell me the same?”  

“Yes.” He scooted a little closer, sitting up on his knees and leaning in. Softly, he cupped your cheek in his hand, pulling you into a tender kiss; soft sparks of passion snapping just beneath the surface of his façade. He rested his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down onto the mattress, slowly allowing his palms to slide down your body, admiring every curve that lay under your clothes. He lovingly played with the hem of your shirt, looking up to meet your flustered expression.  

“Look at me, dear. Hold my gaze with those eyes of yours.” He commanded. He maintained eye contact with you as he scooted back a little, his face hovering between the waistband of your pants and your shirt. “May I proceed, Dove?”  

You eagerly nodded, gnawing on your lower lip. 

“Ah, but I need to hear your voice before I can continue. Won’t you talk to me?” A seductive smirk played at the corner of his mouth, his narrow eyes glaring holes into your very being. 

“Yes, Lucifer! Dammit, keep going!” With anxiety building up in your mind and the pounding of your heart, you were eager to get out of these hot clothes and into his arms instead.  

“My, my. How positively enthusiastic, MC.” He let out a breathy laugh. He slid one hand up your shirt and around to your back, cupping the curve of your spine as he lifted you up off the mattress just a tad so that he could pull that bothersome shirt from your body. He cast it aside to the floor the bed, making quick work of your bra, tossing it in the same spot as your shirt. He wanted to keep going, to take your pants and underwear off and admire you in your full glory, but his restraint fled him as he stared down at you, topless and at his mercy. 

He kissed around the waistband of your pants, running his slightly cool tongue along the center of your stomach, transitioning to soft kisses when he reached the valley between your breasts. His nimble fingers rubbed against your waist, following the curve of your back as he slid them further down. He nipped and suckled on your clavicle while he slid your pants and underwear together off your hips. Once he got them down far enough, he hooked them with his foot and pulled them the rest of the way down, kicking them off behind him. 

“Such perfection, infallible and...” He pressed his lips into where your jaw and neck met, finishing his sentence in the form of a soft murmur against your plush skin. “...And all mine...” He breathed softly at the sensitive skin at the front of your throat, sending chills running up your spine. 

“Lucifer...” You whined out softly, eyeing at the buttons on his shirt, “I can’t help but notice you’re still fully clothed, don’t you think you should change that?” 

“Not yet, Love. You’re wearing my resolve quite thin, don’t tempt me to rush things.” He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, his gaze lingering on your eyes for a few seconds.  

He rubbed his hands together, popping his knuckles and his wrists, shaking them out briefly after. He rolled the sleeves on his simple button-down black shirt up to elbows, moving to sit on his knees beside you. He dragged two of his fingers down from your belly button and down to your vulva, spreading your labia apart, robbing both of his fingers in between the folds.  

He brushed his index finger with feather-light pressure over your clit. Which at this point, the little bit of contact left your hips bucking a little, thighs jolting inward.  

He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he soaked in your reaction. “I see I’m doing a good job, hm?” He eased his middle finger into your entrance, his eyes trained on your face and his ears listening closely to your sweet sounds. He slid his thumb upward, rubbing against your clit as he moved his middle finger around in slow, circular motions. 

He continued this for a minute or two before sliding in his ring finger. “Is this alright?” He asked, still caressing your swollen clit with his thumb.  

Seeing you eagerly not, your eyes bugging out as you bucked your hips up into his hand made his stomach do flips, something about seeing you so eager to feel his touch had him sweating. 

Inside of you, his hand was beckoning you toward in in a ‘come here’ motion. He used his unoccupied hand to gently apply pressure between your pelvis and belly button, pressing down firmly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Just enough to max out the growing knot in your abdomen. 

He felt you twitch, your muscles contracting and clenching around his two fingers. His thumb rubbed just a little faster, speeding up until your legs began to tremble, obscenities and incoherent screams of his name fell from your lips. Your legs instinctively tried to shut, your whole body shaking. He used one of his legs to gently pull your leg closer to him, keeping your legs spread.  

He kept exactly at that pace until he could feel the twitching around his fingers come to a stop, your breathing slowing down and becoming heavier. “You got off that much from just my hands? I’m flattered MC, but that simply isn’t the main course.” His thumb slowed, never coming to a complete stop.  

Your broken gasps and trained screams were music to his ears. “L-Luci... Lucifer! Lucifer! So much-!” He laughed, thunderous and taunting, as he leaned in toward your face, his hand leaving your stomach and coming to gently rest on your face. His breath was damp and cool against your ear, his deep voice dropping to but a whisper. “I know you can take a little more. You can handle it, I know you can.” He let out an incomprehensible noise, something between words, a grumble, and a purr. He grabbed ahold of your hand, which had been white-knuckling the sheets without even realizing. He brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss onto your knuckles. He then dropped your hand, allowing you to grab ahold of his still-clothed thigh.  

“Is that alright, darling?” He stared down at your face, the look of pure love and admiration clouding over his lusted expression.  

“Yes!” As torturous this much pleasure at one time felt like, your entire body craved it, you knew that no matter how damp your eyes became, they wouldn’t be tears of sadness with Lucifer, as he was far from disappointing in bed.  

There’s something different between love you’ve ever experienced and love from the Avatar of Pride.  

He started his same song and dance, going at the exact same pace that pushed you over the edge the last time. It worked just as a charm as it had before, but faster. He had you thrashing and screaming just from the lightest touch, warm tears of pure ecstasy dripping from the sides of your face and onto the pillow your head was on. He pulled his fingers out, looking at your flushed face, your eyes that were fuzzy and not quite focused on anything, the way your tongue was lolled out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you took deep breaths. 

He gently stroked your head “you looked so irresistible like this... how about we do something else while you take a nice, relaxing, break from that?” He smiled, yet it was far from innocent. 

He kissed your forehead, standing up off the bed. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” As if you would, what a joke. 

He waltzed into his closet with an unfamiliar pep in his step. You heard the heavy clunking of metal, which could only be identified as the Mammon-proof safe he kept in his closet. He emerged a few minutes later, holding a small cardboard box of different candles, marked specifically as “unscented, skin-safe candles”. 

Damn well now you’ve got me interested 

You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, opening the box and pulling out three candles. A white candle, a red candle, and an ultramarine one. “May I?” He mimed out dipping the candle over your body, nodding his head over toward the lighter on his bedside table.  

“Yes...” Your throat went dry, excitement building up in your stomach again.  

He reached for the lighter, setting it beside himself. “Which color?” He fanned out the three colors in his hand.  

“Um, blue. Yeah, let’s go with blue.”  

“Good choice.” he lit the candle, holding it out to you. “Hold this for a moment, please.” You did as he said, watching him unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. He rolled his shoulders in circles, popping his neck with his hands as he took the candle once more. He appraised your body with his eyes, skimming his eyes across your exposed skin, waiting for the wax to melt a little more.  

He stuck his wrist out and dripped a little onto the underside, just below his palm, squinting a little. “Hold out your wrist, I don’t think testing on my skin is accurate. It doesn’t feel that hot, though.” 

You did just that, sticking out the underside of your wrist. He tipped the candle over your skin, watching as the dark blue wax fell upon your skin. It was just enough to provide a subtle sting, but not much else.  

“Is that alright?” He made eye contact with you, your face morphing to one of pure desperation. You eagerly nodded, responding with yet another “yes”. 

He did another experimental drip of wax onto your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk when he saw you jerk your head back, whimpering softly. “That’s perfect!” In all honesty, you weren’t expecting the burning sensation to feel so... sweet. It both relaxed you and kept you more on edge. 

He dripped a little more on both of your thighs, eventually moving his other hand to toy with your clit again. Dexterous hands working wonders between your legs as he continues to drip hot wax onto your thighs.  

Slowly, he moved up, dripping a little bit just below your stomach, his gaze held captive with the way your hips bucked up, causing the wax to encroach onto the sensitive flesh of your stomach. The smell of the other candles burning in the room perfumed the air, clouding your brain with the smell of jasmine and lavender, the gentle undertones of citrus sneaking up on your senses. 

He let out a soft groan, something about watching the way your body move was intoxicating to him, his ironclad restraint slipping through the same fingers that were buried inside you.  

He drew his fingers out from the space between your thighs, skillfully unbuttoning his pants with one hand, tugging down his underwear just enough to free his excited length. He quickly returned his hand to its previous place, as if drawn to it.  

“I never thought I would get to see you like this, all vulnerable for me. he dripped more wax onto your abdomen, fully aware that you were only half-listening to his words. He didn’t expect you to understand fully, with the state you were in, but he continued to speak regardless. “Humans are thought to be easily intimidated, and perhaps some are. But I’ve tried countless times to get you to submit to me by demonstrating my power, and yet you hardly ever faltered. Being with you has taught me that persuading and treating you or those below me with respect gets me further. After all, coaxing you to open up to me got me an amazing friend, yet an even better lover. And for that-” he leaned down, planting a passionate kiss on your lips, which were still agape.  

He savored the warm puff of air in the form of a moan that escaped your mouth. The gentle buzzing of your lips against his made his heart flutter in his chest.  

All of this, his words that barely registered through your mind, his lips against yours, the burning of the wax; it sent another orgasm racking your body, your thighs trembling in its wake.  

He continued, letting you ride it out on his hand. He had you seeing nothing but white, but also stars, all at the same time. He rubbed his index finger and thumb together, using your arousal to pinch out the flame of the candle, dripping the remainder of the melted wax onto your chest.  

“Are you alright?” He set the candle onto the bedside table. 

Your chest heaved as you breathed in heavily, the wax slowly cooling down and crackling on your skin. “Y-yes...” he immediately got to work on peeling the wax off your body, using a small mahogany scraper to get the smaller pieces off.  

Once he got all of the wax into a little pile on the bedside, he smirked a little. “I have something that will cool you off a little, if you don’t mind.”  

“Yes, please.” Your breathing began to regulate as you laid there, the sheets wrinkled where your hands were holding onto them.  

“Understood.” he reached behind him, withdrawing one of the cubes of ice from the bucket that held the demonus and wine. He held it up proudly, watching as a bead of liquid fell from his hand as it melted in his grasp. He looked at your closed eyes, letting out a breathy laugh as he placed the ice on your thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp that you let out.  

“It feels nice, does it not?” He dragged the ice around your skin, slowly working his way up to your chest. He delicately circled it around your areola, admiring the goosebumps that began to litter your skin.  

“S-so cold...” You groaned out, gripping the sheets again.  

“Of course, it is, Dove, it’s frozen.”  

He continued his cold torture until the ice melted, grazing his eyes over the little droplets of water on your skin, your hair standing on end.  

“Now then.” He flicked the water off his hands and onto your shivering body, shifting to position himself between your legs. He rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating the head in your arousal. And with that, he pushed it in, throwing his head back and letting out a throaty groan as you sucked him in.  

Hypersensitive from the last two orgasms, you began to twitch and tremble right off the bat, even as he stood still. He grabbed ahold of your legs and leaned down, coaxing them over his shoulders. The angle at which was positioned made you emit a whine from your throat. He took both of your hands in his, beginning to thrust as he intertwined fingers with you, pressing your arms down onto the mattress.  

He ducked down further to press his lips against yours, the loud sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, overpowering the sound of both you and Lucifer’s moans and groans. He let out a muffled grunt into your mouth, pulling away to ravage your neck again, the deep red marks from before were sure to result in dark purplish green hickeys, but he was prepared for that.  

Who would the avatar of pride be if he weren’t prepared for absolutely anything and everything?  

Your orgasm creeped up faster this time, once again making you shake and convulse with pure, unrestrained pleasure.  

“Good...” He muttered against your skin. “Just hold it out a little longer, I’m closer...”  

With a few more powerful thrusts that were perhaps a little rougher than they needed to be, he pulled out, your legs still resting on his shoulders as he released onto your stomach.  

He panted softly, slowly releasing your hands from his grasp. “I’ll get us both cleaned up just... give me a minute.” He then let out a satisfied sigh, feasting on your body, his masterpiece; with his eyes, soaking up every aspect of you. The sweat lining your forehead, the little bit of drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth, your scarlet red neck, the white lines on your stomach, the small crumbs of leftover wax still sticking to your skin.  

He moved from sitting on his knees to his butt, placing a loving hand on your thigh and gently rubbing at your slightly red flesh, shocked from both the heat of the wax and the chilling coldness of the ice.  

He sent you a drowsy smile, one that makes your heart melt. He was always so much more vulnerable, so much rawer after sex.  

After a few minutes, he clambered off the bed and picked you up with ease, carrying you off to his bathroom. He nudged open the door with his hip and set you on the counter, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he waltzed over to the tub. He turned on the water, grabbing a washcloth and dunking it in the cold water. He came back over to you, gently wiping off the white liquid from your stomach with the washcloth.  

“I know it’s cold, but it will come off easier this way.” he whispered to you, making quick work of cleaning you off.  

Once he was sure the water was heated up enough and the bath was filled, he picked you back up and set you on the edge of the tub. “Care to get in?” 

You brushed your fingers across the thick bubbles on top. Does... 

Does Lucifer own bubble bath?... 

The Avatar of Pride takes bubble baths 

Amazing.  

You slid into the warm water, letting it work its magic against your tense muscles. The bubbles reached your chin, and smelled very faintly of lavender and roses.  

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to put out the candles, Love.” He left the room, leaving you to your thoughts briefly.  

What did you do to deserve him? To deserve being treated like royalty from someone you assumed hated you from the very beginning? 

He came back, wasting no time getting into the bath with you, which was more than big enough to hold two people. He scooted up closer to you, slumping against the edge of the tub.  

Lucifer kissed your cheek, sighing softly in your ear, the taste of salt strong on his lips.  

“I love you, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride.” 

“I know.” 

He laughed, the noise vibrating deep from within his chest. A true, hearty, laugh, that was a rare sound from him, even between the two of you. “And I love you, too.” 

[dotster001]

Temporary Transfiguration: Chapter three of the Sheep Saga

Summary: You are met with a surprise on your short visit to the human world.

You had been in the Devildom for a little while now. You had four pacts, and had made many friends along the way. Unfortunately, one of the demons you needed to make a pact with had touched an enchanted book that made him and Lucifer switch bodies. Now, you were going to the human world to get the witch who gave Satan said book to switch them back.

Mammon has been excited for the trip, but Lucifer and Satan had sat you down and given you a talk. And that talk had been to remind you that you were a sheep. Not that you needed to be reminded, but they had suggested that Mammon carry you around (which he always did anyway) and you would pretend to be a stuffed animal if anyone asked. It was the perfect plan.

However, as Mammon picked you up, and cuddled you up in his arms, and walked through the portal, you immediately felt heavier than you had in months. Mammon hadn't seemed to notice, but as you looked down at yourself, you saw your human body all cuddled up in Mammon's arms. Without a mirror, you couldn't tell much, but you could see you were wearing the last outfit you remembered wearing. Your hair also was longer, as you hadn't had a chance to cut it, and apparently trimming wool didn't count.

While you were in shock over being a human again, Mammon was acting like a little kid in a candy store.

"Y/N! We're in the human world! I wanna," it was then that he looked down at you. He let out an inhuman screech and then dropped you on the ground.

Lucifer, who had walked in the portal after you, looked at you seemingly unfazed. 

"Ah, so in the human world you are a human again. Interesting."

Mammon shook himself out of his shock and stared at you. The longer he stared the bigger his smile grew.

"Oh my God! Y/N, yer so hot!" He pulled out his D.D.D and snapped a photo. "Everyone's gotta see this picture!"

"Mammon, I don't think that is a good idea…" but Satan's thoughts were interrupted by the notification on his D.D.D. You pulled out your own, and you noticed not only had the picture gone through, but everyone had already responded.

Mammon: Y'all Y/N's actually a human! And I got to see them first.

Levi: No way! It's not fair why do you get to see them first.

Mammon: Because I'm their first man! 

Asmo:Oooh! Y/N, you're gorgeous! Please come pick me up, I wanna be on this trip!

Lucifer:The plan has not changed. You are all remaining in the Devildom.

Asmo:Nooooooooooooooo!

Levi:hfidhekdjdjdjdbdkdhjdn

Beel: Don't forget to bring me some food.

For the first half of the trip Mammon took pictures with you everywhere. The outrage in the group chat, and constant barrage of messages, made Lucifer confiscate Mammon's phone, and then yours after Mammon stole it so that he could take more photos. 

Both Mammon and Satan were much more cuddly with you as a human. Or maybe they weren't and it was just hard to tell when you were a sheep.ammon was constantly holding your hand and placing his head on your shoulder, and Satan had fallen asleep on your shoulder many times.

When you walked back through the portal, you were a sheep again. But that didn't stop the barrage of demons that were on you the second you came through the portal.

[moemoemammon]

Petty Things The Bros Do

(Feat. The Demon Bros and GN!MC)

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Lucifer

You look like you have a lot of free time, and since you're not doing anything productive, he calls you to his office

That's code for: "I am lonely but I'll never admit it and I'm mad that you're not noticing this so come into my office so I can get my MC fix for the day"

Literally puts you to work just so he can keep seeing you as often as possible. Now please finish helping him seal that stack of letters over there, and when you're done do you mind brewing him some coffee?

Mammon

The goddamn KING of petty. Y'all already know he's everywhere you are, growing and snapping at everyone that comes near you like some kind of guard dog

You were talking to another demon after class? Now you get to hang out in his room for an hour. Someone offered to help you study? Nah, study with him. You're hungry? Good thing he's got some snack for you. Don't ask anyone else.

Bold of you to assume he's gonna let you so much as breathe near someone else. Keep your eyes on the Great Mammon, ya hear?!

Satan

Anytime Lucifer gets on your nerves, he's the first one to swoop in to the rescue. Takes you away like he's the Romeo to your Juliette (just a metaphor for my enby pals)

Yeah, isn't Lucifer the worst? Aren't you tired of being nice?? Don't you just wanna go apeshit???

Takes you to his room to help you de-stress with some tea and quality literature, while you both talk shit about Lucifer. You know he's gonna give big bro a smug ass smirk when he passes him in the hall later-

Levi

Hides something of yours, most often something that's important to you/you've been paying a lot of attention to. Jealous much-

THEN he offers to help you find it because not only does he get to spend time with you, but you'll also be happy that he keeps magically knowing where to look.

Thank him by coming to his room for karaoke later, okay? He's got a great mix for tonight!

Asmo

Hugs you before you go out, SPECIFICALLY when he just put on a ton of custom-made perfume

Why? So you smell like him. And since you're in a rush, there's no way you can think about changing! Good luck getting the smell off~

Now everywhere you go, people will know he's left his mark. They'll be sure to keep their distance!

Beel

ALWAYS makes sure he's the one that gives you your food when it's time to eat. He makes your plate, regardless of whether he was the one cooking or not.

And it's funny because he doesn't care much for appearances, but the brothers swear you've always got the prettiest set up (even if you have a mountain of food)

Anyone else, especially Mammon, wants to serve you? Nope. He'll eat the food they just played before it can make it to your place at the table.

Belphie

Oh, you have plans somewhere and you won't be home until late? And you can't stay home, and he also can't come with you? Cool cool.

Proceeds to change or turn off your alarms so you're late ❤️

Aw man, you messed up your alarms again? You're so clumsy like that lmao. Anyway since you're already late, just stay in bed with him all day.

[ethereal-writes]

An Angel's Revenge (Ft. Luke, Demon Brothers and GN! MC)

Warnings: One swear, very sad angel bby :(

Length: 0.6k words

Genre: Angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, chaotic

Based off this post from @renomonarch5058 . I had fun writing this, so I hope y'all like it! I don't think this post calls for many warnings, but if I should add some please let me know!

-Ethereal ♪(^∇^*)

You hurried through the RAD halls, haphazardly throwing your bag over your shoulder. You’d stopped to talk to one of your friends after class, and time had gotten away from you. You’d told the brothers you’d meet them at the front doors five minutes ago. Odds are slim they’d walk home without you, but you still felt bad.

You rounded the corner, then stopped dead.

“Luke?”

The angel’s head snapped up, and your heart broke. His eyes were red, puffy, and full of tears.

“Hey, what happened?” you asked softly, coming to sit beside him. He didn’t answer, scooting closer to you instead. You put your arm around him, and he leaned into you. You felt your shirt slowly getting wet, but you didn’t really care.

He started to speak, but cut himself off with a sob instead, crawling into your lap. You leaned back to accommodate him without protest. You wrapped him in a hug, gently rubbing his back as he cried into your shoulder.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” you whispered. You could ask him what happened later. Right then, he needed your comfort.

You sat like that for a while, until his cries eventually turned into hiccups, then the occasional sniffle. He pulled back to look at you, dragging his sleeve across his face.

“Luke, what happ-“

“Oi, where the hell are ya?” You heard Mammon call. A moment later, he came into view along with the rest of his brothers.

Luke sniffled again, then pointed at them. “T-they were being mean to me!” he whined, burying his face in your neck again.

Your eyes narrowed, glaring at the brothers. “You were being what now?”

“What? We didn’t do a damn- darn thing!” Lucifer protested.

“Are you sure about that?” You asked rhetorically, gesturing to the crying angel in your lap.

“Oh, come on!” Asmo rolled his eyes. “You really think someone as beautiful as me could cause something like that?”

“I know for a fact that you can all be pretty nasty when you’ve got a mind to,” you answered. “Now tell me, what did you idiots do?”

“I’m telling you, we didn’t-“ you raised your hand, and Belphie shut up almost instantly.

“You know what? I don’t even want to hear it right now.” You grabbed Luke’s shoulders, essentially peeling him off of you so you could see him. “Luke, did you want to go get some ice cream?”

He sniffled, nodding.

“You guys are going for ice cream?” Beel asked, looking a little sad.

“Yes, we are. You can get as many scoops as you want,” you told Luke.

He nodded, finally cracking a smile. “Thanks.” He climbed off of you, and you stood up. You started down the hallway, looking back to see that Luke hadn’t moved.

“Just…give me a second, okay?” He glanced at the brothers, then back to you.

“Alright.” You shot the brothers a final glare. “I’ll talk to you boys later.” The tone of your voice indicated that it was both a promise and a threat. Then you left.

Luke looked at them for a moment, then grinned, wiping away the tears. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on your faces.”

“Huh?” Levi summarized everyone’s thoughts pretty well.

Luke giggled, picking his bag up off the ground. “ Now they’re going to spend the rest of the day with me,” he boasted. “And you lot are going to be in trouble.”

“For something we didn’t even do!” Asmo protested.

 “Maybe you’ll think twice before calling me a chihuahua next time,” he suggested, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

He sniffled again for good measure, flashing the brothers a final smile before running after you.

[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.2

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE ***Good Golly!! Y'all really like the angst, huh? Here you guys go. Cry your hearts out and enjoy! - B*** Beelzebub woke up the rest of his brothers early the next morning. While most of them attempted to flip him off or threaten him at the initial disturbance, all it took was him saying that they needed to talk about you for them to shoot out of bed. In a matter of minutes, all of them, except Levi, were seated around the breakfast table. "If we're talking about MC, why aren't they here?" Satan asked while poking at a piece of fruit. "I don't know about you, but I personally don't feel right talking about them behind their back." Belphie scoffed and laid his head in his arms. "It's not like we're gossiping about them or anything. They were acting off last night, and Beel thought we should discuss what we're gonna do about it." Beel nodded, "They pulled into themself halfway through the night, and was upset but kept brushing me off whenever I tried to talk to them about it." Mammon huffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe they just didn't feel like they could talk to ya about it," he rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. "I'm the first! I'm sure I can get it out of them, easy peasy! I'll just head in there and-" "Mammon, sit down!" Lucifer hissed. Mammon grumbled under his breath but did as told. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've talked about this. Stop bringing up the whole 'first man' thing. MC is in a relationship with all of us. Not just you." The second-born pouted and stabbed an egg with his fork.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and looked back at Beel. "Something clearly happened during the date. Do you have any ideas at all at what it could've been?" Asmodeus stirred a swirly straw around in his drink. "I mean, I would be pretty upset if I spent three hours of my evening at a barbaric sporting event too," Asmo chuckled and smirked. "The only good thing about sports is that you get to see all those rippling muscles of the athletes in action." Beel scowled at his brother took a bite out of the omelet that was on his plate. "It wasn't because of the game. MC loves coming to my Fangol games and was having a blast with me until halftime. Something had to have happened while I was gone." Asmodeus opened his mouth to counter the statement when Leviathan came rushing into the room carrying his laptop. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the sight, "What have I told you about devices at the table?" Leviathan shot him an annoyed look as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "This isn't about table etiquette. This is about MC," he looked over at Beel and Belphie. "I think I have an idea on what may have caused them to start distancing themselves." Everyone perked up in interest at the news; each one of them eager to know what was distressing their loved one so much that they felt like they couldn't talk to them. "Well are you going to tell us, or are you just going to sit there?" Satan quipped, his anger beginning to get the better of him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Levi gave him a flat look before he typed a few things on his keyboard. "I was doing a raid last night trying to keep my mind off of what might've happened with MC and decided to ask my party members about it," Leviathan's expression darkened as he began to explain. It was clear to everyone that whatever was said, wasn't taken lightly by the otaku. Rather than reading the conversation out loud, he turned his laptop screen for all his brothers to see. Leviachan: Gaaah! I just can't focus on the game tonight. My partner came back from a date tonight and has been acting kind of sus. There's definitely something bothering them, but they refuse to tell anyone. Ruri-Chans-Husbando: Dude, you're talking about that stupid human right? Why are you even with them? You shouldn't give a Normie like them the time of day. Waifu-Addict: Exactly! Listen, we've all been talking and you need to drop that whore. They're totally just using you and your brothers for your titles and power. The demons read in horror and rage as the chat room filled with messages from the members of Leviathan's party all saying similar garbage about you and degrading you in every way they could think of. Satan stood up and began to pace near the table as he used every inch of his self-control to keep himself from lashing out. "I want names, Levi. Who are they and why do they seem to think it's okay to talk about MC like- like that?!" Satan snarled as he curled his hands into fists. Levi tsked and crossed his arms, as Lucifer took the laptop to look more closely at the messages. "You say that as if I haven't already used my 'title and power' as Grand Admiral to have my men collect and imprison them. They're at the navy base waiting for us to get our hands on them as soon as we sort this whole mess out." Belphie growled, now sitting up and wide awake. "Get our hands on them is right. No one gets away with this shit," Asmodeus glared at the computer as though it had just dyed all of his clothing brown. "Rotten brats. They're all just jealous of stunning MC. Ugh, Diavolo, haters are the worst." Beel pushed his plate away from himself as he frowned deeply. "As disgusting and horrible as this is, what does it have to do with MC getting all quiet during our date?" A low rumble came from Lucifer as he handed the laptop back to Levi. A fiery hatred was burning brightly in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "If a bunch of anti-social shut-ins are going around talking about our dearest MC like this, I believe Leviathan's point is that others probably are."

"Ouch. I wasn't going to say it l-like that, but yes," Levi winced and continued, "MC probably overheard people saying something about them. I mean, if people said that crap about me I'd probably hide in my room and not come out for months!" Mammon, who had been surprisingly quiet during all of this, had a very serious expression on his face. "Right, and we don't want MC to go through that. For Diavolo's sake, they've left alone to overthink this enough," Mammon stood up and headed towards the door again, Satan hot on his trail. "I'm going up to there to talk with them. Ya'll are welcome to come with, but you ain't stoppin' me." "Actually, Mammon, you're not. We should wait until MC comes to us," Lucifer interrupted. An animalistic snarl tore its way from Satan's throat as what little self-control he had snapped. Wrath incarnate lunged himself at Lucifer, grabbing his older brother by the collar of his cloak. "Are you serious, Lucifer?! You're seriously putting your stupid pride first, now?!? MC needs us!" Lucifer growled and pushed Satan off of him as he stood to size him up. "No. What they need is to not feel pressured to open up when they aren't ready! We can't make them feel like they can't come to us!" Mammon scoffed from where he stood in the back. "Oh, cause that's perfect logic! News flash, oh wise one, They ain't gonna come to us if they're thinkin' they're a burden! But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?!" Lucifer's eyes widen and he took a step back in shock at the statement. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mammon and Satan both opened their mouths to put Lucifer in his place when Beel all of sudden cleared his throat loudly. All three of the angry demons turned to snap at him but froze as they saw you standing in the room behind them. They instantly straightened themselves up gave you their full attention. The air seemed to lay still between you as everyone waited for the other to make the first move. As with almost every situation, it was Mammon who broke the silence. He took a step towards you. "MC, I was just coming to get you actually. There's somethin' we all wanna talk to you about." They could hear your breath catch in your throat as you took a step back. Panic filled your eyes the moment the words left his mouth. "O-Oh. I, um, I was actually just going to grab an apple and then head off to RAD for class. M-Maybe we can talk afterwards?" Satan frowned as you walked past him towards the fruit bowl. "MC, it's the weekend." You stopped mid-step. An uncomfortable tension filled the room as the obvious excuse was exposed. The brothers waited for you to move, to speak, to do something to give them any sort of sign for what you wanted them to do, but you just stood there, still like a statue except for the tremors in your hand. "Come on, Darling," Asmodeus spoke softly. His face clearly showed the hurt and concern that was coursing through him. "Everything's alright, I promise. We just need to talk about a few things." The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. ***Apparently this is now going to be a three-part series. This part was interesting to write. I fully believe that if the brothers were in a poly relationship with the MC they would definitely bicker and argue about

who knows MC best and who had the better date whenever MC isn't around. Honestly, they probably have a score chart 😅 I hope you guys liked part 2! Keep an eye out for part 3, where MC finally opens up to the boys and we have some hurt/comfort times \uwu/ ***

[ruewrites]

Kinktober 2022 Day 5: Gags

AO3

Ship: Barbatos/Beelzebub

Word Count: 1071

Warning: smut, gags, a tiny bit of food play

A/N: Gags featuring a lil tiny bit of food play. It is Beelzebub after all.

I'm a lot happier with how this came out than I thought I'd be! I meant to write them all at least a day in advance, but here I am falling behind :,)

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy! Comments are appreciated!

Barbatos continued to stir the contents of the bowl before him. It would be a fluffy meringue, perfect for decorating. A grunt resounded behind him, making his prisoner known. 

Barbatos hummed, acting if he was paying no mind as he turned around.

Beelzebub was stationed on a wooden chair, hands bound and mouth gagged. Barbatos charmed the bindings himself to make sure the other demon couldn't escape by breaking through them. The  gag was wet with saliva, it had almost become translucent. Honestly Barbatos was impressed. He moved the bowl up, down, to his left, and to his right. No matter where it went, Beel's eyes followed.

“My my, is there something you want?” Barbatos asked, dragging his finger through the meringue. 

Muffled words came from Beelzebub’s mouth as he jostled his restraints. 

“Shame, I can’t seem to hear what you’re saying.”

Barbatos then proceeded to slowly lick the treat off of his finger, watching closely as Beel’s eyes stayed on him, intently. 

“I’ll tell you what, you behave and I’ll let you have a little taste.”

With a single finger, Barbatos undid the front of the other demon’s shirt and folded it nicely so his entire front was on display. Beelzebub was quite the specimen, and he was perfect for what Barbatos had in mind.  He took some more of the meringue and placed a dollop on each of Beel’s nipples. Barbatos swore that saliva was about to start dripping from the gag he’d placed in his mouth. Maybe he should use leather next time, or perhaps a soft velvet. He’d need to think about it carefully, he wouldn’t want Beel to ruin whatever it would be. Perhaps he could find something metallic.

Barbatos continued to paint on him, trailing his finger along his toned abdomen and down to his waistband. The entire time Beelzebub watched him, desperately chewing on the gag in his mouth. If the threads started to snap, Barbatos would have no choice but to punish him.

“Now these simply won’t do,” he said, snapping the waistband of his boxers against his skin, “They must go, they simply can’t stay.”

No sooner had he started shimmying his pants down, did the demon’s large cock spring forward. He was ready, and eager and Barbatos was having fun with him. He placed a generous pile and top of the beast, and watched with delight as little bits slid down the underside. Perfect, now he was ready. 

“I bet you’d love to taste this wouldn’t you?” he waited for the muffled response and then continued, “But I have to have my turn first. It would be terrible if I didn’t try it first just to make sure that it’s up to standard. I couldn’t possibly have a guest consume something of poor quality.”

What type of butler would he be if he did?

He decided he would start with the left nipple first, licking around the areola to the bud where he latched on. He made sure there wasn’t a trace of cream left behind before he moved on to the next one, giving it the exact same treatment. With every flick and maneuver of his skilled tongue, Beel groaned about him. Despite the gag still situated firmly in his mouth, his noises were almost crystal clear. His eyes were lidded and a blush crept across his face. 

The trail continued to be followed with little kisses and playful licks before Barbatos finally came to his cock.  The journey was borderline torture for the massive demon he had at his mercy, and Barbatos was going to make it last. 

He stared at his prize for a moment. It never once crossed his mind if he’d be able to take it all on his mouth, he knew he’d be able to. A soft whimper reached his ears from behind Beel’s gag, and that was what made him decide he should be kind. He’d put the poor thing through enough. He’d been gagged and unable to taste him or the sweet little treat he’d made. He deserved a little release for being such a good boy. 

He put his hands on Beel’s thighs and, without a second thought, took him into his mouth. He sucked on his tip for a while, making sure to get every ounce of his meringue  before working his way down. He could feel Beel attempting in vain to thrust up into his mouth as he made his way to the base. Once he did so, he worked his way back up again and  replaced the meringue he’d removed. The mix of salty and sweet was heavy on his tongue as he worked. Above him,  Beel was grunting and groaning, biting down hard on the gag in his mouth. He had no ounce of composure left in his body and Barbatos loved the feeling of him coming undone. 

He knew that Beel would not last much longer and that was perfectly fine with him. He had made his way all the way back down to the bottom of his cock when he came. The saltiness of his cum mixed in an interesting way with the sweetness of the meringue, it was also slightly heavier as well but only by a hair. He slowly pulled off of Beel’s cock, licking the rest of his concoction as he made his way back up. He gave the head one last suck before taking a napkin and wiping his lips off. 

Now it would be his turn to undress. 

Off came the gloves first, then his overcoat.

“I think I should give you a little treat for being so good. Of course you will be given a similar treat that I have just given you, as I can see how desperately you want it,” he grinned, straddling Beelzebub’s lap, “But you’ve been so good for me, that I believe I should give you a preview.”

He hooked his finger under the moist gag and grinned, “Would you like that?”

Beel nodded eagerly.

No sooner did he remove the gag did Beelzebub make a move to devour him. Their mouths clashed together. Beel’s tongue was exploring every corner of his mouth now that he was finally free of his confines. 

Barbatos couldn’t help but smile.

There was nothing like a little restraint when it came to enjoying a wonderful treat. 

And it appeared that Beelzebub wouldn’t be the only one enjoying his treat.

[symphonicmetal101]

Over-Tired OM Boys HCs

Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-

Lucifer

- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done

- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts

- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset

- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor

- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across

- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed

- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.

- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers

Mammon

- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back

- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.

- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.

- Gaming is a priority

Levi

- Sleeping is not

- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-

- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?

- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted

- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room

Satan

- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room

- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts

- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave

- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between

Asmo

- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like

- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos

- but he is a chaotic little fucker

- dear god

- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-

- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-

-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious

- you will go on an adventure probably

Beel

- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it

- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do

- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis

- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand

- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual

- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this

Belphie

- out like a bulb immediately

- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-

- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep

- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning

- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it

- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back

- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often

Barbatos

- You will see him stifle yawns

- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving

- he cannot be bribed

- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?

- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-

- no he will not sleep

- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work

- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you

Diavolo

- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule

- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future

- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters

- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him

- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours

Simeon

- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired

- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes

- Not that Luke would let him

- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again

Luke

- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-

- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression

- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence

- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before

Solomon

- hah

- he has spells

- who needs sleep?

- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you

- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more

- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-

Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue

Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~

Love ya!!

Masterlist

[meenah-chan]

Brothers and a Broken Bone

An OM! GN! MC fanfiction (OM! Brothers & Now-dateables + Luke)

2.42k words

Genre: flangst probably

Trigger Warning: blood, broken bone, violence (probably) Self depreciation? Still, read at your own discretion.

A chaotic family. A fight broke out and then... "Snap!"

They were on the way to the Demon Lord's Castle. Being like their usual selves, seven demons of varying personalities is chaotic.

"I'll definitely kill you Mammon if you're not able to get my platinum Seraphim figurine back!"

"Stop fussin' around already! It's just a figurine—"

"Just a figurine?! That's the last limited edition platinum Seraphim figurine released during the final episode of Seraphim of the End! There are only 5 of it ever produced in the whole three realms!" ...extremely chaotic.

"Shut it, you're so so damn loud."

"Loud?! Then let me rip that useless ears off you!" Whilst just a few blocks away from the castle, the purple demon suddenly transformed and spring towards his scummy brother.

"Stop it already. You're making a scene—" Before Satan could finish his sentence, the book he's holding was hit by Mammon's stray hand and flew, knocking Beelzebub's burger off his hands.

"My... Burger..." Losing concentration he lost grip of Belphegor, who is on his back.

On his fall, Belphegor squash Asmodeus to the ground, who then broke a nail.

"My book..."

"My beautiful nails..."

"Mngh... the hell..."

A burger splattered on the floor. A dented book coated with mayo and ketchup. A broken nail. An interrupted sleep.

... Extremely chaotic indeed.

Simultaneously the demon brothers transformed, ready to join the brawl.

"Stop this, you fools!" A riot is the last thing Lucifer wants a few blocks away from Diavolo's abode. Yet, his words falls on deaf ears, causing a set of horns and wings to sprout from him.

And the eldest joins the battle.

Then there's MC, a mere human. "Hey! No fighting guys!!" ...with no one who want to listen to.

"Don't hurt each other!!" Still nothing.

They move closer and took a deep breath, but this time, they're eager to use a bit of force through their pacts. "CUT IT—Aww." yet before they could, they fail miserably. Knocked by whoever the brother is, MC lost their balance.

They twist to hopefully resist their fall. Still, MC's footing failed and instead fall face first.

Snap!

As if a twig cracks, Leviathan and Mammon's attention was drawn to the unsettling sound. And as if on cue— Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor's eyes followed.

A few feet away from them sits MC, blood profusely dripping off their nose.

MC rose on their feet but in a second, "Ahh..." They glanced on their lower right and lift their arm, as if nothing is bleeding.

Following the human's line of vision, blood suddenly drained from everyone's face. Well, except for the human themself.

"AHHHH!!" A shriek from Mammon and Asmodeus.

"Y/N!?" A shocked yell from Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan.

"..." And a choked silence from Leviathan and Belphegor.

"...It broke." at the end of their arm limply dangles their forearm from the elbows. MC just looked at it as if nothing's out of place. They then glance to the stiff brothers a few feet away from them. "So, y'all cool down a bit?"

The brothers are anything but cooled down. They are so terrified they couldn't even move on their s spot.

And as if to trigger the demon brothers alot more, they swish their arm a little bit, the dangling forearm swinging like pendulum.

The first one to return to his composure is Lucifer, pulling out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding of Y/N's nose.

Satan followed, removing his blue jacket and sling their right arm around their neck. "I can't find anything hard to support your arm so please make do with this for now... damn, that fucking hardbound book's useless..." He mumbled the last phrase gritting his teeth.

"... Let's head to the Demon Lord's Castle first." Lucifer may looked he is composed outside but inside, he is a total mess. Everytime he loosens the pressure of his hand on their nose, blood will come dripping off with no sign of clotting at all. Just a bit more of ant stimuli and he will certainly be panicking like his brothers.

Noticing it, MC took the handkerchief from Lucifer and hold it in place themself.

Beel on the other hand towers over them and carry them.

"Does it hurt? Am I the one who hit you?" A crying Mammon hovers over them, hesitant of touching a single strand of his human.

"O-Of course it hurts, you idiot! We just broke MC's arms!" Leviathan is also a crying mess, standing beside Mammon.

"Not really. It is throbbing but numb." They reeled their arm once more, alerting everyone.

"DON'T DO THAT!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hahahahahaha!! Looked at that priceless faces. Are you in a choir?"

"Hey, no fooling around! You're injuries are serious!" Asmodeus snaps.

"What if you worsen it?! You want to lose your arm, huh?!" Belphegor added.

"Why would I listen to any of you?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Stop being childish and unreasonable. We're just thinking about you."

"Ohoh~? Did I heard it right? Childish and unreasonable? Aren't you describing yourselves awhile ago before injuring me with your bickering?" Condescending laugh. They received an insulting laugh from a mere human, yet no one utter a single word for defense.

Amidst the chaos, three forms appears opposite to their destination. "Hey guys, aren't you going to the Demon Lord's Castle too? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" As Simeon, Luke and Solomon approached the frozen brothers, MC jump off Beel's grasp and went to them.

"MC, what's with that jacket?" Luke held the hem of their shirt with a concerned look.

"It's nothing, just broke my arm. Come on, let's go to Diavolo and leave that matured and reasonable bunch." MC is smiling but the three could hear the spite in their voice.

"Wait—You WHAT?!" The eyes of the three almost bulged out of their skulls in surprise.

"Don't worry, I can't feel it. Let's go before the numbness disappears."

Through Solomon's magic, they manage to stop the bleeding and hold the arm from swinging. The four arrived at the the Demon Lord's Castle safely, leaving the brothers behind.

"MC, what happened?" As soon as he sees their state, Diavolo react fast and guide them to the nearest sofa.

"It was an accident. Is it possible to fix this?" Barbatos entered the room from a door different from what they used. He is carrying with him a first aid. Their guess is either— he left the room as he saw them or, he already predicted this will happen and came prepared. Either way, he didn't questioned them and instead act calm and efficiently as ever. Though when MC look closely, they can see an ever subtle crease between his brows.

Shortly after Barbatos appeared, the seven brothers arrived to the room, silently stayed in the corner.

"Solomon, I believe you have knowledge of healing spells, don't you?" Barbatos asked, wrapping the injured arm carefully yet fast.

"Yes, but it will take a few days to completely heal a torn ligament."

"I also have some speeding-up spells under my sleeves. I think combining it will heal MC's arm by daybreak." After Barbatos patch them up, Luke approach MC, with Simeon a step behind him.

"Are you o–okay? Does it hurt?" Teary-eyed he hold their knee, looking into their eyes.

With their uninjured hand they caress Luke's cheek, wiping the tears off his eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all. I will be alright in no time. A sweet little angel is blessing me after all."

"That's right Luke. Solomon and Barbatos are also forming a spell to return MC's arm to normal."

"Now, listen everyone." Diavolo stood in the middle of the room, calling everyone's attention. "I believe MC and the brothers have something to discuss in private. While Barbatos and Solomon are constructing a spell in the next room, I hope Simeon and Luke to come with me to give them privacy."

"I bet they are the one who caused MC's injuries! I don't want to leave MC alone with them!"

"It'll be okay Luke. They will be careful and won't do it the second time. Am I right, guys?" Simeon spoke calmly to soothe Luke but a hint of distaste still managed to reach the ears of the brothers. "Now come, let's leave them for a while." A reassuring smile from MC to Luke, and a thankful nod from Lucifer, to Diavolo and Simeon are passed before the others left the room.

"MC..." Approaching them, the brothers line up in row a meter away from them, Lucifer speaking in the middle of the line. "We would like to apologize for our... foolishness. Won't you forgive us? We're ready to do anything to earn you again."

"... I'm not really angry with you guys. Just upset and disappointed, with myself. Well, maybe I'm also sad because of you."

"MC..."

"Quarrels are normal with siblings. But it hurts to see you guys on each other's neck, ready to kill each other any moment. I mean, we're family. I should be able to stop you guys from doing something you'll definitely regret later. Yet here I am, a mere weak human who couldn't even do anything about it."

"It was like you guys calling me a family is nothing but a title. That without the pact, I am but a useless design that would crumble at a slight flick. I'm so weak and useless it's so upsetting."

"You're not weak nor useless!!" Mammon yelled.

"Yes I am. Look at this arm that snapped like a flimsy twig." MC slightly raised the arm with broken bone, which is starting to throb in pain. Pain that will definitely cause their tears anytime soon. Yet despite the pain still not surfacing completely, a greater pain within their chest caused tears to fall anyways.

"Look at me MC," Lucifer knelt in front of them, wiping the tears away from their eyes, "You, by any means, are not a weak person."

"Staying by our side after everything that happened, shows that you're a strong person." Satan strokes their head, smiling.

"That's because I really love you all. Because I want to be with you."

"We love you too, MC." Asmodeus also knelt beside Lucifer, taking their hand to his lips for a kiss.

"You're the most precious person to us, MC. We don't want you sad so please smile."

"Y–You know you're the Henry of my life! I vow I won't cause you pain. No–I'll protect you from all the sufferings in this world the best that I can!" Standing behind Lucifer, Leviathan fist-pumped.

"You're the best cuddle partner for me. Get well soon so we can take a nap without any problems." hugged MC from behind, burrying his face on the crook of their neck.

Mammon had enough. "Let go, you pricks! No touching to my human! What if you worsen their injury, huh?!" He especially tried peeling the fifth and seventh born from their intimate touch with MC.

"You're just jealous you couldn't hug them."

"Or kiss their hand." Asmodeus planted another peck onto their palm.

"N–No, of c–course not!" Mammon blushed profusedly while he held his hands over Asmodeus to stop him the third time.

"Pfft—Hahahahahahaha!" Being able to lift the pain off themself and hearing the brothers cheer them up, MC laughed with light heart, also lifting the veil of sadness and guilt from the brothers' chests.

The room was filled with smiles and laugh, fortifying the bonds of the big family they have.

"I'm sorry for interrupting everyone,"

"GWAAAHHHH!!" Leviathan and Mammon screamed in surprise as Barbatos appeared in the room with neither warning nor sound. Not only the purple and whitehead was taken aback. Everyone went stiff for a second except MC who is facing the door directly and saw Barbatos enter.

"The spell is done in the other room. If you may allow me, I would like to take MC."

On the doorway stood Solomon, holding back his laughter from the scene, engraving the comical shocked faces of everyone to the back of his mind.

"You could've knocked before entering you know..." Satan sighed.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I would like to bring them as soon a possible." Barbatos slightly bowed with his usual formal smile.

"... I see. Please do." Lucifer held his temple for a second before rising on his feet and giving way to the butler. If he knew, the butler definitely did it intentionally as a payback.

"If you'll excuse me." Barbatos took MC's other hand and in a snap, sling it to his nape, carrying MC in his arms like a princess.

"Oi! Let go! I'll carry them myself!" Mammon yelled at Barbatos' action. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Yeah, you might drop MC from being too flustered." Asmodeus agreed, squealing at the thrilling sight before him.

"Beel, you carry MC." Belphegor nudged his twin. "Okay, I will."

"No, I don't think that's possible." Diavolo entered the room, interrupting any more attempt of the demon brothers of taking MC. Simeon is with him, while Luke made a beeline to his baking teacher and MC.

"Now that you settled everything with MC, we will now discuss your punishment for the incident."

"...What?" Belphegor and Satan raised an eyebrow from the Crown Prince's statement.

"Yes. Punishment. I entrusted MC in your care thinking you can protect them. Instead you caused them pain. I'll be lying if I said I'm not disappointed."

Although Lucifer thought of the possibility of punishment but to hear the word disappointed from Diavolo's lips, directed at him, his loyal prospect hits him hard.

"...Yes. I understand, Diavolo."

The stunned faces of the brothers, including Lucifer pulled the last string of composure within Solomon, freeing the dam of his loud laughter. Simeon also chuckled with him.

"Okay, let's start. Barbatos, Solomon, proceed to the other room to tend MC's injuries. Simeon will also help with the discussion."

"As you wish, Young Master." "Okay." Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon replied simultaneously.

"Will do. How about you, Luke?"

"I'll go with MC."

"W–Wait! Can't we just settle this without any punishment? MC did say they're fine already. Right, MC?" Mammon held Barbatos halfway to the exit.

"As much as I want that, I can't really oppose Diavolo's decision. And you did dig what you sow, so... Condolence, I guess?"

"You heard her." Diavolo added.

"B–But, BUT—"

"MAMMOOOON..."

"EEK—!"

And thus, the trial begins.

I dunno why I wrote this seriously 😂🤣 I just thought I want to write a comedy fanfic with all the characters but I just noticed my plot is a bit dark to make this a comedy at all. So I made it a fluffy angst instead sksksksk 😆😆✌️

Also posting A Smear of Blood soon after.

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Everything Undesired chapter 12

chapter 11

Warning: kidnapping

A/N: I hope y'all are ready for a very heavy chapter because toward the end our Greed boi is going to go to a very dark place with his real thoughts on Cyrus.

“Do you think he does?” Belphie asked as he watched his older brother feed the baby.

“It would make sense.” The second-born shrugs. “I think Lucifer realized it too ‘n that’s why he was in such a big hurry for Beel and him to leave.”

The seventh-born only nods in response. “Hey I heard you three are going up to the mortal world after the term... Is that true?”

“Yeah... ‘Rella says she wants to go back to her home in York. I like the idea- been there a couple times with her after Solomon taught her to summon us. It’s nice. Hardly anybody stops by so it should be relaxin’ ‘n maybe it’ll do the baby some good to get away from the house for a bit.”

“More power to you, since we don’t know a whole lot about what kind of nutrients cambions need to begin with, it’ll probably be good for him to get some sunlight, I guess. Hey, why’re you holding the bottle that way? Doesn't it make more sense to hold it higher so he finishes eating faster?”

“Nah, any higher and he could take too much and inhale it while he’s eating. Learned that out the hard way with Satan. Plus, lowers your chances of gettin' spat up on.”

“It’s crazy that you stepped up like that for him... How did you do it?” The Avatar of Sloth leans his head against Mammon’s shoulder.

“Lots of sleepless nights and lots of coffee- I swear, m’blood probly consisted of just coffee back then,” Mammon pulls the bottle away from Cyrus after he had finished eating and started to burp him, “at least for those first few months anyway.”

“I’m not surprised,” Belphie hums.

“S'why our rooms are right next to each other. That way I wasn’t having to risk poppin’ my stitches runnin’ through the halls just t’get to him before he could wake any of y’all up. Man, that thing took forever t’heal. Not t’mention it kept getting infected since between watchin’ out for the lil’ ball of wrath that was our brother ‘n school, ‘n plannin’ Lilith’s service, I only had the time t’really take care of it when I showered save for the rare moments I had to change my bandages...” Mammon is silent for a moment, “I don’t regret it though. Gettin' to see him grow up to become a strong demon and knowing I made that possible, makes it all the reward itself.”

The younger brother only nods as he notices the infant’s eyes were glued to him- more specifically at his face. “What’re you staring at, kid? Do I have something on my face?”

“Nah, it’s just a thing babies do around this age. Its more about learning faces and facial expressions right now,” The older brother explains.

“Considering what you went through, you seem awfully calm now when you deal with him.”

“It's parental instinct and nothing more right now. Think of it as your body moving on its own. If I’m being honest with you, it’s still kind of hard- especially when he gets clingy like this but I think I’m gettin' better with him- acceptin' reality for what it is and learning to bond with him. Believe me, Belphie this isn’t how I wanted to have my first kid, but,” Mammon lets out a depressed sigh, “I’m a father now... and that means I have to suck it up and get my shit together. It’s what he deserves at the very least.”

“Wow, I guess what they say is true, huh? You really do change your ways once you have a kid.”

“Whatcha mean by that? I feel like I should feel insulted...”

“Sorry, it wasn’t meant to come out that way, Mams... It’s just that it feels like you’ve changed. Before all this, there wasn’t a single day where you went without thinking of easy ways to make a quick grimm, not a day where we didn’t have to take inventory of our stuff in fear that you had stolen something valuable of ours, went on massive shopping sprees whenever you could, but now... now, you don’t do any of that. It’s like you grew up somehow... like you’re back to how you were when we were angels and how you were way back when we had just fallen and your sin hadn’t quite settled in yet, you know?”

“Let’s just say priorities have changed...”

“Well, whatever the reason, it’s a nice change. I’m going to head to bed now. See you around.” Belphie smiled as he got up and left.

“See ya, Belphie.”

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He doesn’t remember how long he sat with Cyrus until the little one fell asleep against his chest, but once he placed the infant in the crib, he just stood there, lost in dark thoughts.

“It’s funny...” The white-haired demon’s voice was hardly above a whisper, “I should resent your presence in my life- wish you were never born, hate you. The worst part of me- the scummy part of me- does. You took everything that I was reserving for my child with Arella and you’re a representation of everything your birth mother did to me but... I can’t- and that’s what I hate most about you. Maybe my reason for keepin’ you comes from a fear that I won’t have the guts to risk my mate’s life that way so I just took the closest alternative I could ever get to that... I know... I know I’m being selfish by keeping her for myself as long as I can and not giving her that family with me she wants so badly and it makes me angry to watch her give a child that’s not even hers so much love when you shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place... Now it's far too late to get rid of you without hurting her.... I made the wrong choice for me even though I know ultimately it was the right one for you.”

He bit his tongue as a snarl formed on his face. Here, with no one to hear him, Mammon would let out his true feelings as wrong as it was. As if letting them out would somehow change his feelings for this child.

“For now, I’ll lie and pretend for your sake and everyone else’s. No one will ever know the way I wish Lucifer just would have done away with ya and part of me wonders... if a lower demon were to attack you and none of my brothers or Arella were there to spur me to action, would I even bother to protect you or would I dare to act selfishly and just let you die? Let the problem resolve itself? Ya better prove that you were ever worth what I’ve been putting myself through in the first pla-”

A sudden bout of clarity strikes the demon, the weight of what he had just said hit him like a stack of bricks and suddenly he can’t breathe. Oh devils, he can’t breathe under the weight of it all. Was he really that messed up in the head that he would do this to his own child? That he would force Cyrus to earn his love when he knows he should just give it to him unconditionally? What happened to all that progress he thought he’d been making? What kind of father would that make him? His eyes widened in horror at the thought as he broke down in silent tears.

How unfit of a father am I? He thought, He’s my son and I can’t even bring myself to love him? I really am the worst scum of the devildom. I’ve been holding some kind of grudge against a baby for crying out loud! Is this how I would act if Arella and I had a kid and they killed her?! The thought terrifies him. He wanted so badly to be a father and now that he was, this is the way he reacted to it? Unforgivable. Mammon remembered how it felt to fight for his father’s love and how he felt when Arella told him about her horrible mother and he felt so disgusted with it but wasn’t he just the same?

As he sank down to his knees, he felt a tiny hand grasp one of his fingers and his head snapped up. There was his son who had managed to wiggle his way closer to the edge of the crib, watching him with eyes full of what appeared to be fear. It froze his blood to see that look on anyone, let alone his own child. Without thinking, the Avatar of Greed rushes forward, scoops the child up and holds his son close to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as fresh tears begin to fall. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Apologies tumble from his mouth in between choked sobs. “I said all those terrible things to ya. I don’t mean them. I don’t.” He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince more at this point. Was it himself or his son? “I love ya. I love ya. I love ya. I’ll change. I’ll do anything I can for you- give you everything ya deserve.”

The baby only cooed softly, trying so hard to lift his head up, but with the way his father was held his head to his chest left no other option but for Cyrus to pat his hands against his father’s chest.

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Over the coming years, Mammon held true to his word on that dark night. He embraced his son fully and finally formed a deep bond with him. There were some good days, some bad, but never once had the demon let his mind wander back to that dark place of hate and malice. At some point, the Avatar of Greed was even able to move past the rape all together and he felt completely at peace with everything that had happened to bring his son into his life. He and Arella had even decided to take the chance to bring a new life into this world and were now expecting a set of twins. Everything felt right. But peace is never lasting for demons and Mammon has always been unlucky.

It was five minutes. Five. Damn. Minutes. Mammon should have known better. Cyrus had gone with his father to one of his photoshoots. Typically, he kept the boy in his sights at all times but this time he allowed his director to turn his attention elsewhere for a better shot from a different angle. When the demon turned back to check on his child, Cyrus was nowhere to be seen and the Avatar of Greed panicked. It was only five minutes but he was gone. He hoped the little one had just gone off to use the bathroom and would be back shortly, but after a few minutes of nervous waiting, Cyrus never reappeared.

The whole set went into a frenzy searching for the child but he was nowhere to be found in the building. Mammon wanted to scream. How could he have let this happen? His child was taken. The white-haired demon couldn’t even finish the photoshoot as he dashed out the door searching- looking for any possible trail that would lead him to Cyrus, but there was nothing. Not even a scent trail to follow. He feels his heart break as horrible thoughts ran rampant through his head. That crushing weight from five years earlier was back.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his D.D.D. from his pocket and called his older brother. Told him everything that happened. How he let his child be abducted because he got careless, how he’s searched every conceivable place he could think of. After that, the entire family mobilized. Levi ordered his Navy to search for the boy, other smaller search parties were formed as well but nothing ever came of them. They even asked Solomon to search the mortal world and there were some leads but that too led to dead ends.

Mammon, Arella and the rest of the Avatars were left heartbroken by the loss. Not even with the birth of their twins were the parents able to find peace. Six months went by, then a year, then three- after five, the searches were called off. His body was never found, which left everyone with hope. It was hope that Mammon would hold onto until he was left with no other choice.

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AGGSKSGSKDGSJGAJSGSJ OK SO I GOT THIS IDEAD RANDOMLY- i was thinking about Luke and the teen mc bonding over the fact that they were the youngest in the Devildom (and the bbiez of the group 😚) and i imagined this:

MC and Luke: *sitting at the kids table thinking of a plan to get their revenge*

MC: *turning to Lucifer* oi, why can't we sit with y'all?

Lucifer: because you're children, children stay at the children table.

Mammon: *teasing them* yes MC, ya pipsqueaks stay at the kids table!

Lucifer: *sigh* Mammon, go sit with them. NOW.

And like somehow Mammon, Asmo, Levi, Satan Beel and Belphie and Solomon end up sitting at the kids table ten minutes later.

Simeon: MC and Luke are really well behaved.

Barbatos: indeed, shall they join us at the adults table?

Diavolo: of course they can! *motions them to sit at the table with them* come on kids!

Luke and MC: *getting up and sitting with the adults all smug*

The brothers and Solomon in the meantime are an absolute disaster, Beel is eating everyone's food, Belphie fell asleep ON HIS PLATE, Satan Is trying to throw food at Lucifer, Asmo Is whining bc the food is getting in his hair and Solomon is just being... Solomon.

This is 100% canon i swear, i'm friends with the devs😻😎

GSKSHSKS I'M SORRY BUT IT WAS TOO FUNNY AND I WANTED TO SHARE WITH SOMEONE HSJSHSKBDSKBDKDHDKSJ😭

Im so glad you did share!

"I'm friends with the Devs" HAHAHAHA, oh my goodness that is - just brilliant.

Yesss little kids sneak to the adult table! Bring chaos to the table and blame it on Lucifer for being a bad guardian!

I can just imagine Lucifer Getting annoyed at the MC and Luke and just snapping

Lucifer: why can't you be mature??!!

MC: well I'm 16 and Luke is literally 10, unless you plan on giving us truama we ain't maturing Anytime soon

Lucifer: *sighs and grumbles* I regret letting you stay here

MC: and I regret looking at your face everyday, get use to it

Luke:

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Jealous:

*the MC is chatting in the Common Room with Levi, Asmo, Belphie, and Mammon when Satan walks in. He looks slightly irritated... which is usually not a good sign*

Asmo: *glances at his brother* Oh my, look at that frown! You're going to give yourself wrinkles, Satan.

Satan: *growls slightly* Not now, Asmo! *he steps into the room and has a seat, leaning back to rub his temples*

Satan: Solomon approached me today to try and make a pact again... I'm getting sick of telling him I'm not interested...

MC: *blinks, frowning* Again? What do you mean "again?"

Satan: *groans* He's been hounding me all week...

Belphie: *stirs on the couch and rolls onto his back* I think he's... *yaaawn* ...desperate to make a new pact or something...

Belphie: He's woken me up twice....

Levi: *hums, glancing up from his phone* He just messaged me an offer for another TSL marathon.

Satan: 😑 Don't do it. You'll encourage him...

Asmo: *sighs, shrugging his shoulders* Well that's how he is... I think he gets a little lonely if he's not making new “friends...”

Satan: Are pacts really even friendship, though? 🤨

MC: *presses their lips together tightly and nods at the new information* I... see. That's interesting...

*they seem like they're about to change the subject, but Levi's head tilts to the side like he just heard something*

Levi: MC...? Are you...? You sound...

*the MC stiffens and looks away while the brothers seem confused*

Mammon: Sound like what? Spit it out already!

Levi: *takes the MC's avoidance as confirmation and grins devilishly* Jealous. They sound jealous to me!

*there's a pause in the room as it all sinks in and now everyone is grinning as much as Levi, even Belphie sits up to give this his full attention*

Asmo: Oh really~?

Satan: MC, are you jealous of Solomon?

MC: *huffs and quickly stutters out* N-no, I'm not!

Levi: You can't fool me, MC. I can feel it all over you!!

Asmo: Awww, they love us!! That's adorable~!

Mammon: *grins, crossing his arms proudly* 'Course our human wants us to themselves! That's the Greed talkin’!

MC: *gets up quickly, stamping their foot* No!! I'm not jealous! *they huff again and cross their arms right back at him*

MC: You guys are grown demons. Your own men. You can make pacts with whoever you want to and I'm fine with that. I don't care.

*the brothers quietly consider the MC's claim but Belphie just rolls off the couch and gets to his feet*

Satan:🤨 Belphie? Where are you going?

Belphie: *stretches* I'm making a pact with Solomon...

*there's a collective gasp in the room as Belphie smiles over his shoulder*

Belphie: I'm a free demon. I can pact with whoever I want. Right, MC?

*he flashes them a shit-eating grin as the MC hugs their chest tighter, avoiding his eyes*

MC: That's... That's right. You can...

*Satan watches their reaction, then seems to pick up on what Belphie's doing. He smiles to his brother then gets up as well*

Satan: You know, now that you mention it... You're right. I can make more pacts if I wish. I think I'll go tell Solomon that I’ve changed my mind.

*the MC flashes a look of shock and opens their mouth to respond, but gets cut off*

Levi: Count me in, too! *get to his feet* Marathon nights will be a lot easier if he can just summon me there, you know?

Asmo: *looks a little disappointed* Well Solomon and I already have a pact... Oh! I can grab Beel!! I'm sure he'd be willing to do it if Belphie's going to!

*when Asmo gets up to join the others, they all turn back to Mammon*

Levi: You want in on this too, Mammon? *he smiles like nothing is wrong, but Mammon looks conflicted... clearly still missing the point*

Mammon: I dunno... *he mulls it over a moment, glancing at the MC who's still trying to act composed*

Mammon: I mean... If y'all are doing it and the MC's cool with it then I gue-

MC: *almost physically snaps, dropping their façade instantly* OH HELL NO!! Mammon you're MY first! STAY!!!

*Mammon literally freezes up in his chair, unable to move while the other brothers just gawk*

Satan: ... Seriously?

Levi: MAMMON was what broke you?? Solomon doesn't want him anyway!!

Belphie: *whistles, shaking his head* Bad call, MC...

MC: Yeah? Well I don't care. *they ignore the happy Mammon noises coming from behind them and point at the other brothers*

MC: I see your stunt and fine! I'm... jealous... And I don't want any of you to make a pact with Solomon. Happy now?

Levi: *grins triumphantly* YoOoOou love us!!

Asmo: *giggles* It's okay to be honest with us, MC...~

Satan: Of course it is. *walks back over to them and pats the MC on the head, smiling* We wouldn't just leave you...

Belphie: *comes up next to him* Yet.

Asmo: *smacks Belphie’s arm playfully* Belphie!

Belphie: *shrugs apathetically, but smiles* I’m joking... Probably.

MC: *pouts softly, but they’re clearly relieved and content* You guys are assholes... But I love you anyway. Hug?

*they lift up their arms and the brothers all file in to give them a good squeeze... except for...*

Mammon: Uh, MC....? Helllooooo?? I’m still stuck here!! .... MC!!! 😫

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Asmo's Faux Pas

This story was inspired by a daily chat with Asmo. The chat, for those of you who haven't seen it, is just Asmo desperately apologizing for something. So it got me thinking, what could Asmo have done that would have the MC so pissed? This story also features my genderfluid MC.

What happens when Asmo tries to get the MC to do something they really don't wanna do?

Hoshiko threw the front door to the House of Lamentation open and then slammed it closed behind them.

"Why are we slamming doors?" Lucifer asked them, his tone vaguely admonishing. He was walking down the stairs as he did so.

Hoshiko stopped briefly to look and point at him. "Fuck you." They immediately turned and headed towards their room.

Lucifer was so taken aback that he couldn't immediately respond; but before he could follow after Hoshiko, Asmo ran into the house, also slamming the door open.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him. "Again, with the door slamming?"

Asmo looked up at him, looking panicked. "Sorry, sorry! Did you see which way Hoshiko went?"

"I believe they were going to their room."

"Okay!" He ran off in that direction.

"Hey!" Lucifer called after him and followed him quickly. "What did you do?"

Asmo chuckled nervously. "What makes you think I did anything?"

"Asmodeus," Lucifer's tone was icy, similar to when he was scolding Mammon.

Asmo shivered. "Okay, I upset Hoshiko but I'm trying to apologize, I swear!"

"You better fix this, if they run around pissed all week, I will be pissed."

"Yeah, yeah I get it!"

They ran into Hoshiko and Mammon talking in the hallway right in front of Hoshiko's room.

Hoshiko glanced at them when they walked up.

"Hey Mammon, do you wanna take a bath with me?" Hoshiko asked him loudly.

Mammon blushed. "Oh... uh..."

Asmo pouted. "Don't do that, you're just trying to make me jealous."

Hoshiko snapped their head towards Asmo. "You know what they say about assuming things, Asmodeus," their tone was cold as they said his full name.

Asmo shivered and pouted. "Please don't be like this," he pleaded as he walked over to them. 

"Like what? Righteously furious at your audacity?! Your insensitivity?! Your crass and crude behavior?!"

Asmo gasped. "I am never crude!"

Then Beelzebub walked in from the kitchen with a bag of chips. "Why are we yelling?" He asked in between mouthfuls of chips.

"Because Asmo tried to get me to have an orgy in the club!" Hoshiko revealed, still staring Asmo down.

Beel choked briefly on the chips he was eating.

Mammon's jaw dropped and his head snapped to Asmo.

"Asmodeus," Lucifer's tone was deadly.

Asmo blushed, now embarrassed. "Come on, it was just a misunderstanding..."

"No! A misunderstanding is ordering me the wrong drink, not intentionally luring other demons to our private room with the promise of sex with the Avatar of Lust and a human sorcerer... and Solomon wasn't there!"

"But you said-"

Hoshiko interrupted him. "Whatever I said, it wasn't "I want to engage in an orgy with you!" Much less in a public place!"

"We had a private room!"

"You're missing the point!"

Hoshiko had let themself get so worked up that an magical aura was oozing from their body and it could be felt throughout the whole house.

The other three brothers had come downstairs to investigate.

Mammon nudged Hoshiko when he noticed his other brothers.

"What?" They snapped at him.

Mammon flinched but then nodded towards his other brothers at the end of the hall. "Don't you think you're kinda worked up?"

Hoshiko looked at everyone and then took stock of themself. "Oh," they took a deep breath and the aura disappeared. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize..."

Asmo stepped towards Hoshiko but they stepped back.

Asmo frowned.

"Asmodeus," Hoshiko's voice was cold and commanding. "Go to your room and think about what you've done."

Asmo whimpered but did as he was told, not as though he had a choice.

Hoshiko waited until he was out of sight before grabbing onto Mammon's arm.

He looked at them.

"I'm gonna collapse..." They told him shakily.

"What?" He was barely able to register what they said before their legs gave out from under them.

Beel swiftly scooped up Hoshiko before they had a chance to touch the ground.

The brothers all rushed to Hoshiko's side.

"What was all that?" Satan asked Hoshiko.

Hoshiko sighed and shook their head. "I got out of control... I was just so angry..."

Satan chuckled softly. "I understand that."

Hoshiko started to cry.

"Hey, don't cry. Asmo, totally deserved you yellin' at him," Mammon told them.

"But I yelled at him in the club too, in front of all those other people... he may be an idiot but he's still one of the seven rulers of hell, what if I ruined his reputation? He's supposed to be really powerful and me, some little nobody human brought him to his knees... I might've ruined him..." Hoshiko sniffled and wiped away their tears, though they kept coming.

"You're not nobody..." Mammon told them as he gripped their hand.

"You're too good," Beel told them as he squeezed them comfortingly.

Lucifer walked over to Hoshiko and wiped their tears with a handkerchief that he pulled from his breast pocket. "I appreciate your concern for Asmodeus, for my brother, but I assure you that he will be fine."

Hoshiko nodded and sniffed.

"I think it's best if you just rest and calm down for now."

"Yeah... can I have ice cream first?"

Lucifer chuckled. "Of course."

"Can I also have ice cream?" Beel asked.

Lucifer sighed. "Yes."

"Me too?" Mammon asked.

"Yes, everyone can have ice cream! Don't ask me again."

Hoshiko laughed.

They all headed into the kitchen to get some ice cream.

Beel set Hoshiko down on a stool when they got in there.

"You didn't have to carry me all the way in here, " Hoshiko told him.

Beel shrugged. "I was already holding you."

Lucifer got the ice cream out of the freezer, but he seemed to pull out way more than could fit in the freezer.

"... is there a pocket dimension the freezer?" Hoshiko asked jokingly.

"Yes, " Lucifer replied seriously.

"Oh..."

"Only I can open it, so someone doesn't eat all the ice cream."

Hoshiko looked at Beel but he was already digging into a carton of cookie dough ice cream.

Hoshiko chuckled and shook their head.

"Everyone has their own ice cream, so this also prevents anyone from eating anyone else's."

"Oh, well I don't-"

Lucifer handed them a carton of rocky road. "You don't what?"

Hoshiko grinned as they took it. "I love you."

Lucifer smirked. "I know."

Satan handed them a spoon.

"Thank you." They took it and started eating. "... I appreciate y'all. I hope you know that."

The brothers all looked at Hoshiko.

"We appreciate you too. You've done a lot for this family," Lucifer told them.

"You are family," Belphie corrected him.

Lucifer nodded. "That's right."

Hoshiko smiled at them and put the lid back on their ice cream. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower, I feel gross."

Lucifer took the ice cream from them and put it away. "Go relax, let us know if you need anything."

Hoshiko nodded and went to their room and showered. They were laying on their bed trying to relax when they got a text message from Asmo.

- Hoshiko! There's no need to ignore me is there?-

Hoshiko sighed and just stared at their phone.

-I really do regret what I did. I swear, you can take me at my word.-

Hoshiko scoffed and thought about how they should respond. 

Asmo texted them again before they could reply.

- Please, I can't stand being neglected.-

- You haven't blocked me have you???-

- Because I'd cry my own eyes out if you did that. Drown in my own tears.-

Hoshiko was trying to respond to him but couldn't do it faster than he was texting them.

- but not before storming into your room to... have a chat of course.-

- my door is locked- Hoshiko finally got a chance to respond.

- That's nothing that Beel can't handle for me-

-I don't think he'll help you right now.-

- Either way, it's a load off my mind that you hadn't blocked me! It's as if color has come flooding back into my once drab and sullen world!-

- I'm hungry now, would you like to go get something to eat with me?-

- I'm not hungry- Hoshiko replied.

-I know that's not true because we didn't eat dinner.-

Hoshiko scowled at their stomach when it growled, betraying how they really felt.

Hoshiko was surprised when they didn't get another text message from Asmo. They started to text him first until there was knock at their door.

"Hoshiko?" Asmo's voice came from the other side of the door.

Hoshiko got up from the bed and walked over to the door, but didn't respond.

"I really am sorry. I took advantage of your kindness and didn't take your feelings into account before making a decision. I really realized that once you blew up on me. I just want you to know that from the bottom of my heart, I apologize... is there any way you can forgive me? I don't think I could handle butting heads with you for the rest of my life... why, it'd be a fate worse than death!" He chuckled but he still sounded sad.

Hoshiko started to cry quietly.

"So what do ya say? Can I take you out to eat to apologize? I want to go back to the way things were..."

"Asmo..." Hoshiko sobbed.

"Can I have one more chance? Please? I swear, I only need one."

Hoshiko opened the door to look at him, tears in their eyes.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you in the club."

Asmo chuckled and wiped the tears from his own eyes. "You're sorry? I'm the one at fault here."

"I felt bad about yelling at you in front of people and all your brothers said I was too nice," Hoshiko laughed but was still crying.

Asmo moved to wipe Hoshiko's tears. "Are you hiding a halo and wings somewhere? Because you're an angel."

Hoshiko hugged him. "I forgive you."

Asmo hugged back and squeezed them. "I'm truly glad that you've decided to give me another chance."

"... my life would be dull without you in it as well," Hoshiko told him.

"Oh you're so sweet, I could just eat you up!" Asmo kissed their forehead.

Hoshiko chuckled. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Hoshiko," Asmo told them as he stroked their cheek.

"... you really wanna treat me to dinner?" Hoshiko asked.

"Yes. Whatever it takes to get back on your good side," Asmo told them.

"I just wanna go to Hell's Kitchen, is that cool?"

Asmo nodded. "Sounds perfect."

Hoshiko grinned and kissed his chin.

Asmo smiled and kissed Hoshiko.

They kissed back as they gripped Asmo's blouse.

"I think you were only mad at me for a couple hours but I would've thought it was a lifetime..." Asmo told Hoshiko.

Hoshiko chuckled. "It's all water under the bridge now."

Asmo nodded with a radiant smile. "Come on, let's go eat."

Hoshiko nodded and held his hand.

Asmo kissed their hand before leading them out of the house.

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killing me softly, chapter 10: the intervention

„Lord Diavolo, this is an intervention.“

The words were echoing through the music room as everyone kept quiet for several moments.

Then, Diavolo crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head. „An intervention, you say? You should have told me beforehand, I would have prepared a bit more. Who is it for?“

Satan stared at the demon prince intensely. „You have got to be kidding me,“ he murmured as he turned around to Yuuta, who was sitting next to him on the couch. „It's useless, they're both complete idiots.“ He shook his head in disbelief and Yuuta shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

Barbatos shushed them with a vague hand gesture as he approached Diavolo.

„Which is exactly why we are forced to do this,“ he added to Satan's statement. He pushed his pointer a little too hard for comfort against Diavolo's chest as he invaded his space. „We're doing this for both your and Lucifer's sake, since neither of you seem reasonable enough to put an end to this nonsense. This intervention today is for you, my lord.“

Diavolo stared at him and blinked in confusion. „Oh? And what exactly would this be about? Did I do anything that would warrant an intervention?“

Belphegor, leaning against Beelzebub's shoulder, yawned. „It's about the obvious boner you have for Luci-“ he drawled lazily, yet loud enough for the whole room to hear before Beel quickly slapped his hand over Belphie's mouth.

„Belphie!“

Belphegor pulled his brother's hand away from his mouth. „What, I'm just saying what everyone was thinking.“

Asmodeus grinned as he watched his younger brothers. „I couldn't have said it better myself!“

Mammon smacked the back of Asmo's head. „Oi, stop playing around!“

„Ow! I didn't do anything! You could've ruined my beautiful hair, you could've given me a concussion with that! Do you really want to see your cute baby brother dead so badly, you brute?!“

„Guys, now is not the time. As much as I hate to say it, we're here to help that bastard Lucifer,“ Yuuta chimed in.

Diavolo watched their conversation with cautious eyes. „You all know,“ he said, more of a statement rather than a question.

All eight pairs of eyes went straight back to Diavolo.

Asmo's head snapped back to Barbatos. „He knows?!“ he cried in disbelief.

„Yes, he knows. I caught him and Lucifer, as you would put it, in flagrante.“

„You did what?!“

„Ya caught them doing what?! Didn't think Lord Diavolo had game like that. I mean, to seduce Lucifer of all people, ya gotta have some damn good skills.“

Diavolo raised his hands in defence. „I might not know what you're trying to suggest with 'in flagrante', but I get the feeling that there's a big misunderstanding here. It is true though that I am aware of Lucifer's hanahaki. I was with him when he suddenly collapsed and started to vomit flowers. I was really worried so I carried him to my private chambers and tended to his needs.“

Levi's eyes shot up and he twiddled with the zipper of his hoodie as he approached Lord Diavolo. „I've watched a lot of anime about the hanahaki disease, so I guess you could say I'm somewhat of an expert in that department. So you were with him when it happened? Are you sure about that? I mean you could be making a mistake. Are you 100-  no, are you 1000% positive about that?“ he urged, his words picking up in both pace and volume the more he talked.

Mammon, straddling a chair as he had his arms crossed over the backrest, shook his head. „Whaddaya mean 'are ya sure'? How can ya not be sure of something like that. Ya wanna get popped too, Levi?“

“I'm asking if he was the only one present when it happened, you moron!” Levi now mustered Lord Diavolo more intensely. “No matter what I've read or watched about hanahaki, the person present during most of the attacks generally turned out to most likely be the cause for the disease,” he muttered and leaned a bit closer towards Diavolo. “It doesn't seem too impossible if you really think about it, right?”

Mammon stood up and walked over to his brother, plopping down on the couch next to him, bent over with his forearms resting on his thighs.

“Are ya implying what I think ya are? Lucifer has that damn disease because of Lord Diavolo? It's Lucifer we're talking about! Lucifer! I can't even wrap my head around the idea of him having any lovey dovey feelings for anyone to begin with!”

“Precisely. Which is why this is the only plausible conclusion, right Barbatos?” Satan questioned.

With that, Beel walked over to Diavolo and placed his hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him down onto another chair. “Maybe it's better if you sit down for this.”

Diavolo didn't protest and simply sat down, interlocking his hands as he let his elbows rest on the arm leans, a now thoughtful expression on his face. For a moment, he was quiet before turning around to Barbatos.

“I see your concern,” he started, “but I am not the solution to this problem. I want to help Lucifer just as much as every single one of you do, but even I can't just save him like that.” His eyes darkened considerably as he redirected his gaze to the ground. “No matter how much I want to,” he mumbled, barely audible.

Barbatos crossed his arms as he took in the sorry sight of his sulking lord. A sigh escaped his lips. “You are not listening, my lord. There is quite literally no other person who would come even remotely close to being a possible suspect. I found out about Lucifer's disease even before you did.  It was the night of our return to RAD, right after Lucifer welcomed us back.” As he continued talking he slowly made his way towards Diavolo's chair. “Don't you remember his strange behaviour? The way he had suddenly disappeared?”

“Well-”

“Excuse my rude interruption, but I will fill you in as to what happened. I followed him and caught him as he had a severe hanahaki attack and lost consciousness. I confronted him after he woke up again. Although I will not reveal what exactly it was that Lucifer told me, I can say as much: I was very blunt with him and he did not deny anything I accused him of. Yet also, he once again proved to be incredibly stubborn. I urged him to confess to that person, but he vehemently refused to do so.”

Diavolo sighed as he rubbed his temples. “Him and that stupid pride of his. Why didn't he say anything? If I hadn't caught him that day, I would still be none the wiser now.”

Now Asmodeus chimed in as well. “I also tried to give him advice, but all he did was rudely choke me and then later throw a flower pot after me. Point taken, I did overdo it and teased him a bit too much, but now that I think of it, he didn't correct any of my assumptions either, did he, Yuuta?”

For a moment Yuuta kept quiet as he went back to their conversation in Lucifer's study. “Yeah, he threw you around like a rag doll and yelled at us to mind our own business, but he didn't say anything else. He definitely didn't deny anything.”

Asmodeus sighed as he threw his arms around Yuuta. “And I thought him and Diavolo had already talked it out! Lord Diavolo, after you asked little old me to call Lucifer to distract him I was so certain that everything would be alright and we'd have another power couple at RAD soon! Is romance really dead nowadays?” he sulked and Yuuta petted his head.

“Speaking of,” Satan added, “when I came to talk to him, I saw a peculiar thing. I expected him to be alone but when I opened the door, I walked in on him and Diavolo sleeping together in the same bed. This really doesn't help your case now, does it Diavolo?”

The whole room filled with murmurs.

“Asleep in the same bed?? How dirty! I really didn't take you for the casanova type, Lord Diavolo!”

“Asmo, now is not the-”

Levi quickly sprung up. “I just saw him in the bathroom! For some reason he had punched a hole in the stall wall, which really reminded me of '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', which is a-”

Voices kept overlapping until the room was filled with a crescendo of chaos. Diavolo still sat on his chair, troubled, as the demon brothers came up with instance after instance, irrefutable evidence filling his ears bit by bit, instance after instance.

“Jesus fuck, y'all make me want to take up smoking again,” Yuuta muttered as he threw an annoyed gaze at Barbatos. “Was this really a good idea?”

For the shortest of moments Barbatos was wondering the same thing. After all, Lucifer had been this secretive to not get anyone else involved, especially not his brothers.

Then, Barbatos remembered his plan, any former doubt crushed again.

“Do not fret, everything is going according to plan,” he told Yuuta confidently.

As Lucifer's brothers were still talking over each other, Barbatos rounded the chair and faced Diavolo. “My Lord, is this finally enough proof to you?”

Finally, Diavolo lifted his head and faced Barbatos, the expression on his face unreadable. After a short moment he sighed, running his hands over his thighs in an agitated fashion.

“Silence!” his voice suddenly boomed and everyone went quiet. He stood up and started to pace the room. “I know Lucifer does not love me. I have known for a long time,” he growled. There was no use hiding his feelings anymore, after all, they had never been much of a secret to begin with.

“But-” Levi began to butt in, but was quickly shushed by Barbatos.

Diavolo continued. “As I said before, I am aware of the difference between my love for Lucifer and his devotion to me. I respect your brother, which is why I am content with the loyalty he gives me.” He stopped in his tracks and turned around to Lucifer's brothers again. “But I see your concern and I see the points you've made, which is why I will humour you this once. After all, we all have the same goal. We all want to see Lucifer get better.” He clenched his fists. “Still, I am not the culprit you are looking for. Whatever it takes, I will find them and make them take responsibility. Even if it means giving Lucifer away to someone who clearly doesn't deserve him.” Even if it means losing a little part of him, Diavolo added in his thoughts. He unclenched his fists and let out a deep breath. “Leave me alone now, I need to think.”

One after another, the brothers left, stunned by Diavolo's sudden outburst. They could still feel the pressure of Diavolo's undeniable power lingering in the air.

Eventually, everyone except for Barbatos and Diavolo had left. Quietly, Diavolo pulled on Barbatos' sleeve, trying to catch his attention.

“Yes, my lord?”

“How much time do we have left? To sort this out, I mean?” he asked and Barbatos watched him carefully. He hadn't witnessed Lord Diavolo this upset in a long time. Although outwardly, the demon prince still looked rather collected, inwardly, he was clearly upset and worried. For a moment, Barbatos saw the child in him again, saw the boy he used to tend after in an empty, lonely palace, saw a boy eagerly waiting for the return of a father who had left, only to be disappointed over and over again. That boy who used to cover his pain with boisterous laughter and bright expressions was standing before him again, just as he had been back then.

Barbatos smiled sadly. “You have three days at most. I would recommend you talk to him after the celebration as he is quite busy now. Three days are the most I can give you. I have always been one to be frank with you, Lord Diavolo. He will not make it to day four.”

Diavolo let go of Barbatos' sleeve and straightened his posture, a certain sadness in his eyes. “Thank you. I'm glad I can always count on you, Barbatos.”

“Of course, my lord.”

With that, Diavolo left the music room, making his way towards his chambers, lost in thought. Memories of Lucifer flashed through his mind, unwavering and unforgiving.

The first time they met, the undeniable pull he had felt towards him the moment those deep red eyes had focused on only him, a disgusted expression sullying Lucifer's angelic features. He had looked so different back then. Clad in white, baby blue and gold, dark locks framing his face, falling down his back, down his back to where innocent white, magnificent wings were softly swaying with the breeze.

Then there was the time after Lucifer's fall from heaven. Barbatos and him had gathered Lucifer up, had picked up all the angry pieces, offering a deal. It was a deal Lucifer had taken with such fury and passion, a deal Lucifer had made with such pride. Under Lucifer's bitter gaze, Diavolo had known, he was in trouble.

And oh, in how much trouble he was now.

No matter what it would take, no matter how much it would hurt him, Diavolo was fully committed to saving Lucifer. After all, he was his one and only, his perfect morning star.

His Lucifer.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

*nsfw chapter

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