#but apparently belphie cried or something

[yourlocalgrass]

MC after casually giving Lucifer the most traumatising PTSD ever:

Context: fell after Babel collapsed, MC fell, and you know who also fell hahaha

[qrowsofafeather]

F, Lamb-bae

I had the pleasure of writing for @julia-loves-cupcakes in the @obeymeholidayexchange this year. Best of wishes for 2025~ Also on my AO3!

Luke doesn’t believe weird anime foods actually exist in MC’s world so Barbatos decides their next baking collaboration will be one such dish.

After the fifth “Last photo, no seriously!” they managed to extricate themself with the promise to take and upload photos to their Devilgram the entire time. Not caring if anyone was watching, they carefully tucked the knot of their bundled apron between their teeth and bounded down the hallway on all four hooves.

At first, they had been worried the brothers would judge them for the strange habit, but then they’d seen Belphie charge into furniture like a bull, Satan running up the stairs like a cat, and even Beel clinging to the ceiling to nonchalantly eat in peace.

The doors of the House Of Lamentation swung open without so much as a whisper, seemingly aware - and fond - of the little sheep. They were running so fast, they nearly bowled over the guest waiting at the base of the front steps.

“MC!” the short angel cried, bouncing happily in place, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Luke grabbed the sheep’s forehoof and took off running. MC stumbled after him, laughing.

They’d long-since gotten used to the Devildom, to RAD and its students - something they never would have believed in a million years had someone suggested it just a few years ago. They’d also believed the little angel, who wore his passionate heart on his sleeve, when he constantly professed his disdain and outright contempt for demons - but here he was, a big grin on his face as the two rushed to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

They were greeted by Barbatos at the door, giving them the slight bow he insisted they deserved as honored guests of the Devildom and treasured friends of its Lord. “Welcome MC, Luke. Please, follow me to the kitchen.”

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They looked at the assembled ingredients - thrice-drowned-rice flour, albinic hell ostrich egg, a wide variety of frozen dairy products, and, oddly enough, a box of almonds from the Human World - trying to guess what dessert they would be making today.

Barbatos smiled faintly, “I happened to overhear Levi complaining that you said his anime was full of nonsense of a scene involving the use of a flamethrower in the kitchen.”

“But that’s silly!” Luke protested, “Burning food means you cooked it for too long.”

“I thought it best to demonstrate with ice cream, a dessert from the Human World. It’s called ‘Baked Alaska’, have you perhaps heard of it, MC?”

They were already drooling. “Ice cream…” The sheep had clearly spent too long in the company of Beel. Blotting the corner of their mouth with their apron, MC undid the bundle’s strings and tied their cute custom-ordered apron around their midsection with deft hoof motions. “Can’t wait to try it out!”

Luke’s face was red with a defiant pout as if expecting to be teased for it, reaching into a side cupboard and pulling out his own apron - apparently such a frequent visitor to the Castle’s kitchen to warrant keeping spares there - which was decorated with three small puppies.

Barbatos’ apron had been a gag gift from MC, just as a joke, one that made Diavolo laugh until the towering demon nearly cried, but it had definitely been used and laundered with special care. “The recipe I settled upon calls for multiple layers, and I felt we should each choose a flavor to represent this unity amongst the Realms.”

MC hopped up on the stool reserved specifically for them and drifted their hoof across the labels; they weren’t picky, but what did they feel best represented the Human Realm? Finally, they settled on a pale rainbow swirl - not bubblegum-flavored, sadly.

“I pick… this one!” They turned to see Luke hefting a large tub of tan cake-themed ice cream above his head.

“Then I shall finish with this.” Barbatos held out his own container. “Green tea, for a mild undercurrent.”

Ooh, that did sound good, actually.

“Would you please store them in the fridge for now, while I return the others? Our choices must be soft enough to spread, but not melted entirely.”

The young angel excitedly carried the three containers as directed, too enthusiastic for his usual ‘we should not associate with demons!’ protestations. Food truly could surpass cultural differences, even across gaps as large as those between the Three Realms.

“MC, I will trust you with crushing the almonds and chocolate. Luke, will you handle the meringue, please? The dry ingredients have yet to be measured and your attention to detail will make it extra soft and fluffy.”

The MC had a big grin on their face as they poured the blanched almonds into the blender and hit the start button. Grinding it by hoof in a mortal and pestle would’ve been more fun, but there was still the hellishly dark cacao to break up. Wielding the large knife with a gleeful flourish, they attacked the chunks in their bowl.

Barbatos hid an amused smile as he observed his proteges at work; Luke was so intent on whipping the egg whites that his tongue was poking out of his mouth in concentration. Once the right amount of chocolate had been chopped, he poured it into a pot of melting butter.

Luke handed over most of his mixture after folding in the sugar for Barbatos to finish the cake batter. There was a brief squabble between the younger pair over what order the ice cream layers should be, but it was quickly and amicably resolved.

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“Are you ready?” the butler asked, holding a bottle of cooking Demonus over the assembled dessert, ready to pour into the half-shell nestled atop a colossal mound of eggy goodness.

MC looked at the blowtorch in Luke’s eager hand with some alarm and quickly hopped down from their stool. “I’ll start putting things away, don’t worry!” What if their wool caught on fire and they had to run in panicked circles around the room until someone could put it out!? As they hustled out of flamesreach, a loosened apron string caught under one hoof and they fell over with a startled bleat, sending a mixed cloud of superfine sugar and flours into the air.

At that exact moment fire shot out to ignite the alcoholic spirits dripping down the dish’s sides, suddenly jumping to the ultra-combustible particulates that filled the room.

There was a loud silence, followed by a single “Oh, dear,” from Barbatos, who really should have seen that coming.

Luke scrambled over to a very singed-looking sheep, who made a pathetic sooty cough. “Oh no, are you alright?”

MC nodded, being lifted to their hooves and giving a full-body shake with several sneezes, revealing that their pretty pastel wool was mostly unburnt. “Sorry,” they apologized, wrinkling their snout as Barbatos delicately wiped first Luke’s and then MC’s face clean with a handkerchief he pulled out of seemingly nowhere; a good butler was prepared for everything.

“Is the Baked Alaska okay?”

“MC, is that really the most imp-”

“I’m certain it will be fine,” Barbatos reassured the sheep, knowing how much they detested conflict. They also didn’t like other people worrying over them, so he had to redirect Luke’s concern before his dearest MC grew upset. “Mistakes happen all the time, and many delicious discoveries are the result of either accidents or simple curiosity.”

Nobody said a word, but they were in complete agreement that Solomon’s dishes had never been - nor would they ever be - a part of that esteemed group.

[shootingstarrfish]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

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I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

[unnecessaryshenanigan]

A Glory of A Fallen Angel

A Glory Of a Fallen Angel

First part of Mammon Trilogy ; (2) Up Above , Down Below  (3) -

Summary : An angel once renowned turned into a disdained demon. Yet somehow, Mammon was given a chance to lift himself from shame.

A/N : First and last post this month because I’ll be taking a good hiatus and our research defense is next week basically means my death putanginang SSC tulungan nyo koh sa manuscript myghad so enjoy! By the way, I know Mammon have this accent but I’m really lazy to emphasize that point im so sorry–

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It was too bad. Too harsh. Too much. 

Mammon tried to imagine his life if he didn’t follow Lucifer- if only he had chosen Michael’s side. If he listened to Raphael, if he gave in in Simeon’s plea and he didn’t go against his father, would he be happy? Would he be Luke’s brother figure? Would he still have his golden halo around his head instead of his pointy black horns? Would he still have his big, comforting and bright wings instead of his dark bat-like ones? Would he still have the same overflowing grace instead of the aura of greed and death? Would he still be the same angel who was cherished, looked up upon and loved by many instead of the downgrade, good-for-nothing avatar demon?

Mammon let out a sigh while staring at the fireplace. It was just him in this cold empty house- as his brothers went outside for dinner. He was invited by Beel but he refused. Lucifer tried again but he refused once again so the brothers decided to accept his refusal and eat tonight without the Greed.

There was only silence- crack of the woods and the gentle whistle of wind surrounding Mammon. He doesn’t know why there’s a big part in his heart that regrets his choice of siding with Lucifer and his brothers for their sister’s faith. A big regret he can’t understand that he wasn’t supposed to feel. He knows there’s nothing to regret about. He’s happy in his life right now.. Isn’t he?

Mammon is not happy yet not sad either. He can’t understand the feeling of regret from his strip of glory yet he feels the regret of calling out and helping Lucifer. He can’t understand why he feels that he wanted to go back to the home he used to call, Celestia. He doesn’t know why he badly wants to see Michael despite the things the seraphim did to him and his brothers. He doesn’t know why he wants his father to forgive him.

He doesn’t know why he badly wants to go back to his glory.

It has been two weeks.. Two weeks full of loud and regretful chaos. Mammon being the stupid second born he is caused yet again a big ruckus. Apparently, this little excuse of a demon tried to steal the demon king’s ancient golden glass- something that was passed to each king that rules Devildom- something more sacred than the crown itself. 

“Mammon.” As soon as the house’s door closed, Lucifer called out the white hair demon who stopped in his tracks. He turned around to meet with six different gazes, gazes that tell him he is nothing but disappointment. 

Mammon knows where this is going. He faced his brothers, not making any eye contact. 

“W-What?” He asked, staring at his shoes as if it’s something valuable or just something that will save him from Lucifer’s wrath tonight.

“Dang guess we’ll be hearing cries tonight” Leviathan said trying to hide his smirk. C’mon, it’s Mammon we’re talking about! Leviathan hates him from the Celestia and back at least what they both believe. 

“Geez, Mammon can’t you hold yourself back for a bit?” Satan shaked his head and sighed. Asmo snakes his arms around the fourth born which seems like Satan doesn't mind. 

“It’s Mammon Satan.. No matter how much you say that it won't get through his tiny, greedy brain~” Asmo said, giggling. 

Beel and Belphie said nothing but they both know that what Mammon did is too far. Lucifer could tolerate it if it was just something small but it’s a sacred symbol for pete’s sake! Something valuable!

Mammon stayed silent, his head still hanging low, his eyes not leaving his leather shoes. He ignored the other’s comments, concentrating on what excuse he’ll say to Lucifer. Should he lie or tell the truth? Will Lucifer even believe what he’ll say?

“I could let it pass if it was a golden spoon, a grimm, a photograph of mine, or Leviathan’s figurines,” Lucifer started. Leviathan frowned at the mention of his figurines that the second born had stolen but said nothing. “But what you tried to steal and sell is the goddamn royal cup!”

“Mammon look at me” Lucifer’s voice was chilly and intimidating. Mammon flinched but followed what the first born had said. 

Ocean blue meets fiery red. Mammon feels small under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Do you know what you did?” The venom in his older brother’s voice was enough to have his tears cloud on the side of his eyes. He’s not crying because Lucifer is angry at him. He’s not crying because his brothers look down on him. He’s not crying because he was embarrassed in front of the angels earlier. He’s crying because the brother who he thought would understand him the most is just as close minded their younger brothers are.

“Listen Lucifer I didn’t mean to! It- It just- I felt like I wanna grab it! I tried to–”

“No matter what excuse you’ll say, that’s not gonna save you from your punishment.” Mammon swallowed the lump that was piled on his throat before clenching his fist. Who damn cares about that? He’ll take it wholeheartedly since he knows what he did was wrong but won’t he listen? Why won’t Lucifer listen to his side?

“I don’t care about that punishment, I’ll take it. But liste–”

“No one will listen to you,” Leviathan chimed, making Mammon look at him. “I- I mean, all you tell were lies so do you expect we’ll believe what you’ll say?” 

“I know you’re stupid Mammon but I didn’t expect your stupidness to go that far..” Beel’s head immediately snapped at his twin who suddenly talked. Mammon is their older brother, can’t he say it with respect?

“Right…” Beel somehow wants to punch himself for agreeing. It felt so wrong yet he knows that it was correct. Mammon was indeed stupid for letting his sin take over.

Mammon went silent before smiling. “Yeah right..” Beel wanted to say something- somehow wants to apologize but what Lucifer had said made his brothers stop.

“I wonder if Lilith was the one with us right now.. Surely it’ll be better if you’re the one who died instead of her.” Lucifer’s eyes are wide but his mouth won’t stop moving. “I must say that I’d rather have Lilith in your position and would rather have Lilith here instead of you”

The whole house was enveloped by silence, no one dared to move or speak. Mammon’s eyes stared at Lucifer’s shocked ones. 

“Is- Is that what you think.. What you feel towards me?” Mammon tried his best not to sound broken. The pain hitted all of them like a truck.

“No- Wait that was–”

“You know, I often think what I'd be right now if I chose my real brother instead of you,” Mammon chuckled. Satan’s brows knotted.

“Huh? Real brother?” The wrath asked, totally confused. Mammon turned to him with a small smile. “Lucifer wasn’t originally my brother. Not him, not Leviathan, not even Lilith”

Satan blinked for a while as realization hit him. 

“They’re not the siblings father put me into. It was- I was originally under Michael’s wing.. Until Lucifer entered the picture and broke our bond”

“Mammon–”

“What is it, dear brother Leviathan?” Mammon asked in his happy-go-lucky voice. The white haired demon forced his smile yet Leviathan saw through the smile. He can feel it.. The demon is envious of something.

“Michael.. Neglected his responsibilities as my brother. He barely had time for me and when I tried to interrupt his meeting with other seraphim and archangels.. That was when I first met Lucifer” Mammon said, making eye contact with Lucifer. “He was the one who calmly asked me to go out and spend time with me after. It was something Michael and I haven’t done for years. Since then, I started to follow Lucifer like a dog, then he introduced Leviathan and Asmodeus to me.”

Leviathan looked away and Satan felt Asmo’s grip on his arm tighten. Satan feels out of place yet he badly wants Mammon to continue his Celestial Realm story. 

“Years later, the triplets were made” Beel and Belphie firmly stayed silent. Afterall, it was about them and their beloved sister. “Lucifer and his brothers made me feel the warmth of the family I didn’t feel when I was under Michael’s custody. So then I asked father if I could be under Lucifer’s wing. Thousands and millions of years had passed and being with all of them was the best.. Michael could go around and screw me for wishes I didn’t fulfill.. For the mess I made but I don’t care because I’m with everyone!”

Mammon laughed as tears left his eyes. Satan only stared at him while the others remained silent. Mammon has been a mystery to the Avatar of Wrath. The earliest memory the wrath could remember is that it was this laughing white haired demon. The first person who talked to him in the darkest days of all the brothers. The person who accepted him and helped him. The white haired demon who used to smile and annoy him. The white haired demon he looked up to.

“I’m not the only stupid in this family.” The sudden change of the tone of Mammon made everyone alert. Of course, he’s still the second born. The second rank and the second strongest after all. It’s not often to see the Avatar of Greed angry but once he is, it’ll be a good mess. “Tell me Belphegor, am I the stupid one or Lilith?”

Belphegor’s ears twitched and he suddenly turned into his demon form. What in Devildom’s name? Why is Lilith suddenly dragged here? “What the fuck Mammon?! What are you saying and Lilith?! What does Lilith have to do with your stupidity?!” Belphegor angrily shouted.

Beelzebub was as sensitive as Belphegor about Lilith. He felt his twin’s anger, as well as Satan. Beel looked at Mammon with a glare, “Please don’t mention Lilith in this.. Lilith isn’t stupid!”

“Really? Then what could have been the reason for our downfall then?” Mammon asked, which made the whole room silent once again. “Tell me Beel? What is the reason we fought father?”

“Mammon, you’re going too far!” Lucifer shouted in anger. The others flinched yet the second born demon doesn’t look moved at all. “For what I said earlier..” 

Lucifer’s pride doesn’t want him to apologize. But he knows he has to. What he said was a trigger to his brother. Not even him realized what he said until he was finished. It’s as if his mouth has its own life and said what his brain wanted. 

“Why? Lucifer tell me, if Lilith didn’t get the damn fruit to give to that damn human– if she didn’t interfere in that man’s death, do we have to fight for her?” Mammon gritted his teeth. He doesn’t want to curse his sister who he cherished the most. “If Lilith wasn’t stupid enough to make that hasty desicion, is there any reason why father have to throw her out?”

“Mammon–”

“You know Lucifer, I followed you because I thought it’ll be for the best. I know you can beat father. I believed your words and I believed that you love me even if I’m not really your brother?” Mammon let out a sad sigh. “Maybe I should have just listened to Michael..  He’s right after all. He’s my brother, I should've listened to him..”

“He’s right about your kindness.. He’s right about what I’ll be if I choose yo–” Lucifer’s fist met Mammon’s face. The younger brothers were too stunned to move or breathe. Mammon now really went too far.

“Are you hearing yourself, Mammon?!” Lucifer lost all his self control and once again punched Mammon. “Then you should choose Michael instead of us! If you regret it that bad then ask for his forgiveness! But we know you’ll never go back to your glory. Your greed is what caused your downfall!” Lucifer let go of Mammon who crashed on the floor. Asmodeus immediately went to him and helped him out yet the greedy demon slapped his hands away with a glare. 

Lucifer was about to step on the stairs when a sudden blow from behind surprised him. Mammon had turned to his demon form and now, the house will be in mess with the two elder fighting.

“I know that, you prideful shit. And that’s what I regretted about. I regretted that I helped you out! Fuck it! I was always the clown of this broken family! I was the one who keeped all of you together! I was practically the reason why you’re all getting along with that fucking demon you made out of your anger– I am the only one who fixed this already rotten family!” Mammon tried to punch Lucifer but the oldest dodged it. “I was the one who filled your seat as the oldest because you’re too busy rubbing and kissing Diavolo’s royal fucking ass! If anything caused my downfall, it was you and your brothers! This stupid love I feel! And you know what you’re right” Mammon stopped, making the oldest stop as well. 

“You’re right I’m greedy.. I’m really useless and Lilith should have been the one who lived” Mammon stepped on the stairs and made his way through his room.

“What the fuck?” Leviathan muttered, staring at Mammon’s back. The second eldest then stopped and looked back at them.

“It’s no use crying over spilled milk, right? Let’s just forget what happened.. I just need some space. Thanks, I was able to let out the anger I’m holding up until now. I’ll return to being the punching bag of this family but not now” Mammon disappeared in their sight and somehow, the tight atmosphere left as well.

The next day everything was back to normal. It was just that, Mammon returned to his original self like nothing happened last night. Mammon laughs and smiles at them yet they feel like he’s so far. So far that they feel like they can’t reach him. 

“I’m really nervous but I can’t pinpoint what it is about” Asmodeus muttered while walking in the hallways with Satan.

“Are you ok?” the blonde demon asked and the champagne haired man shrugged.

“I don’t know.. It really feels so heavy, I can’t breathe properly” Asmo answered and felt the shiver in his spine again.

“Hey I know this isn’t the right time but is there a possibility of fallen angels returning to their glory?” Satan asked. Asmodeus thinks for a while.

“Hm… no. Fallen angels like us can never return. We had rejected our father and we were banished, remember? Our punishment is eternal.”

Satan only nodded and the two continued to the class.

A fallen angel can never return. Whether they did a good deed or they asked for forgiveness. Mammon didn’t. Sure he regretted defying his father but he never asked for forgiveness. He never did a good deed but there was a pull of faith for his father. The same pull he had when he followed Lucifer.

A fallen angel cannot return to its glory. Can never. But why is this white haired fallen angel got his halo and wings once again? And now stood in front of him was the same man he first saw when he first opened his eyes. The same man who cooed and held him in his arms firstly before Lucifer. 

Michael reaches his hands over to Mammon with a smile. “Father wants to talk to you”

Mammon stared in horror. He was about to protest but he was dragged to the light and the next thing he knew, he was face to face with his father.

[obey-me-headquarters]

I thought about it and I think for the pet AU Belphie would make a good house plant?

All ya gotta do is change his soil, water him and put him in the sun light! EZ PZ

If that's the case then why did they leave him in a pot that is too small and water him only once a month? Beel was the one who would trim his leaves when they would wilt. So when Beelzebub runs away from that awful house overrun with too many pets he carries Belphie with him. Belphie has to convince Beelzebub to plant him in the ground because he's dying in that tiny little pot. Beelzebub is very against it because he has to leave his poor brother behind but he has to leave to get food. Only for a bunch of poachers to nab the baby :(

Families keep adopting Beelzebub but he's hellbent on running away, within the week he ends up back where he started. After the 2nd and 3rd escape attempts the families usually give up.

You adopt him and sign some paperwork saying that if they catch Beelzebub you have to pay a fine to get him back. Those poachers are dicks, scamming families with the promise of a cute house pet but instead being given a gluttonous demon that runs at at every opportunity.

Don't get Beel wrong. The food you give him is great, and he loves loves loves the head scratches but he really should be going. You don't understand, you can't understand. You're a human, and he's nothing but a pet. Let him go.

You figure it's because he's claustrophobic, maybe that's why he needs to be outside. So you put him on a leash and let him walk around on two legs...Only for him to make a run for it. He drags you along, by the end of it you're both covered in mud and he's got red marks from being choked from the collar. You decide to not let him outside for a bit.

After a month Beelzebub seems calmer and you let him outside more. Until one day you let him go without the leash, one last time before winter comes. You explain that it will be a couple months before he can go out because of the snow-

And he fucking panics. So badly he begins to hyperventilate. At least he didn't run? You take him inside and hold him close as a few snow flakes fall outside. Beelzebub goes on a hunger strike, you know how thin he was when you got him. He is accustomed to starvation, and the idea of your baby getting sick because you won't help him makes you sick. You make a deal that he can't run, you have to walk along side him. He begins to run but he stops before getting out of your sight, eventually getting frustrated and carrying you to a clearing. He drops you in your butt and runs forward, sobbing and whining as he holds something brown and shriveled.

For the first time ever Beelzebub snarls at you, hissing about how it's your fault.

Its..a plant?

If he would calm down and stop calling you a murderer you might be able to help. You get close and his threats become more desperate. Upon closer inspection the plant seems to have a face.

The cold is killing the plant. Is this why he was so scared?

Now you're in the middle of the woods, trying to break the frozen ground with a shovel while a demon twice your size whimpers and cries like a chihuahua in a thunder storm.

You manage to get into the ground, but while you move the plant into a pot you accidentally rip off one of his wilted petals. Beel doesn't let you get near after that.

Belphie wakes up on a window sill in a pot. There's a straw taped to his stem. He takes a look around and sees Beelzebub. Beel just holds him and cries while Belphie glares at you. Apparently the place Beelzebub buried him didn't have enough sun.

Over the next few months Belphie refuses to speak to you, typically chosing to fold in on himself to hide his leaves. Beelzebub usually stays by your side or is sitting near the fridge waiting for you to get home. Beelzebub likes to sit in the sun next to Belphie and sleep.

Over time Belphie begins to sprout flowers and talks. He sleeps most of the time but he's a plant so..he doesn't really do much..

Eventually he can and will sprout legs, and when he does he is never going to leave your side. You're stuck with him.

It's the start of a budding relationship :)

Ohhhhh, I definitely like Belphie as a houseplant! I like how instead of chosing their game animal counterparts, everyone is different kind of animals hybrids.

I think Belphie would make a great house plant, and I definitely think it fits into his lazy nature. Because, as a houseplant he wouldn't or well, couldn't do as much.

I like how you protrayed Beel's anxiety about going outside! I'm gonna be honest, when I wad first reading this ask I didn't understand why Beel needed to go outside so often until I got to the part about Belphie and it all clicked.

Belphie being a house plant is definitely interesting. It's not a demon/hybrid type I would think existed in this au. But with the way you described it I can definitely see house plant demons existing. I guess their main job is to just sit there and look pretty, as they lack the legs to do anything else lol. Maybe some of them them can grow fruit or tea leaves? Since Belphie can grow flowers, I imagine that different types cab grow other stuff. Maybe fruit and tea grown from plant demons are supposed to be practically tasty, or valuable. Maybe Belphie's past owners got him thinking he'll grow fruit, and when he didn't they locked him away to rot. So Beel had to step up and look after him.

Belphie eventually growing legs is also very interesting, as I imagine that even with legs he's still pretty lazy lol.

[elmariachu]

How would each of The OBEY ME BROTHERS react to MC finding them the most attractive? (The brothers x Fem!MC)

<Summary> : OM Boys & Fem! MC Playing truth or dare, MC gets asked which brother she finds the most attractive as well as their collective responses/reactions based on the brother. [HC/dialogue..]

Part 2

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MC : I'll go for Truth.

Asmo : So~ MC~ Who would you say is the most attractive one out of us???

MC : Oh.. Uhm... *Hesitates*

Asmo : It's me isn't it?~You can say it, don't be shy my dear *chirps merrily..*

Mammon : Pft, shut it, Asmo! Oi, Mc! yer obviously gonna pick me right? I was yer first ye know!

Levi : ..What kind of a question is that?.. *mumbles* I'm not even gonna be on that list..probably.

Satan : How is that related to the question at all, Mammon? If MC has even a bit of common sense, which she does, she would pick me. *Locks eyes* Right? MC.

Belphie : ..wakes up Huh..? What are you arguing about? mMmh..

Beel : Asmo asked MC who she thinks is the most attractive.

Belphie : Out of us? Huuh, I'm interested.

Beel : ...I am curious to know too.

MC : ...*avoids eye contact and tries to think*

Lucifer : What's wrong, MC? Cat bite your tongue? *chuckle* [Knows it's gonna be him and wants to hear her say it already]

Satan : MC, if you are worried about offending us, don't fret. You can be candid. [In his mind it's obviousy gonna be him, do you see the way she blushes at only the sight of his face at times?]

MC : Aaah. But.. it's... Erm. I have to pick only one? *nervous, feeling all eyes on her*

Asmo : Well, of course! My dear~ We all know who it's going to be so don't hold back.

Feeling their patience running thin

MC : But how would you even define ... attractiveness...? I uhm, I think you're all attractive. Objectively..

Mammon : Oi.. What are ye so nervous for? Just say my name MC!

Satan : You're overthinking it, MC. [Just say whatever name comes to your head. Which is gonna be him, of course.]

Levi : .. *mumbles* I want this to be over with, seriously! It's giving me so much anxiety...

Beel : *Stares at MC intently* Hmm..

Belphie : *Laying down on his pillow with one eye open, scanning MC's face* Say it already~

Lucifer : I agree with Satan, You're giving it too much thought MC. Base it on your preferences. Let's get this done with and move on.

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be...

Lucifer :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Lucifer!

*A few are not all that surprised, but most are pretty irritated*

*MC peeks at him with her head hanging, wanting to gauge his reaction despite her embarassment*

Lucifer :*eyes widen slightly, a pink tint forming on his cheeks, but he maintains his composure*

Lucifer : *chuckle* Well, naturally. [Smugness apparent in his expression, eyes closed, conceited smirk, crossed arms, the whole package]

Mammon : *stands up dramatically* WHAT? MC, are ya serious? Yer gonna pick *HIM*?

Lucifer : *shoots him a baleful glare which puts him back in his seat rather quickly*

Satan : MC, you must be blind. *Clearly annoyed*

MC: ...You said you wouldn't be upset. *apologetically looks at Satan*

Satan : You didn't have to go and choose the worst of us, though.

Lucifer : Satan.

Satan : Tch.

Asmo : I see how you can think that, but I'm really hurt you didn't pick me, MC!~ *fake cries*

Levi : *Wasn't even listening, already had his D.D.D. out and was gaming so as not to hear her answer*

Belphie : Ugh. How lame. *goes back to sleep*

Beel : Hm? *Looks down at him* Are you disappointed, Belphie?

Belphie : I'm annoyed she'd pick someone as narcissistic as Lucifer, that's just inflating his already gigantic ego.

Belphie : If anything she should've picked you, Beel.

Beel: ...Well. *poor boy thinks she should've picked belphie bc he's just so cute*

Mammon :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Mammon!

*Incredulous looks shooting from all around the room, their shock is almost palpable, especially Mammon's*

Mammon: *Was the first to snap out of his shock to speak* Wh-what?.. [she picked him? wow. I mean. He wanted her to, part of him believed she might, but she really did...?]

Mammon : W-well, of course! You would choose the *great* Mammon. That's a good human!

[he feigns confidence, is genuinely happy, still thinks she didn't totally mean it for some reason.]

Satan : I'm convinced that you have something wrong your eyesight, MC. *even more annoyed than the last scenario*

Asmo : PFFFT- This must be a joke, right? MC? Tell me you're joking dear. Picking Mammon when I'm here? [genuinely thinks she's pranking them]

Levi : *takes his earphones off in time to hear* Wait, did I hear that right? Did she say Mammon?

*receives glum nods from a couple brothers*

Levi : BAHAHAHA, GOOD ONE, MC! HAHAHA/

Mammon : H-hey! Stop laughing! You're all jealous aren't ya! Bet yer mad it ain't you!

Belphie : No, we're surprised more than anything.

Satan : MC, are you sure you weren't coerced into doing this?

Lucifer : *sigh* MC. I didn't realize you had such strange tastes. I'm disappointed.

Poor guy gets flamed.

Beel :*pretty surprised, expected her answer to be Asmo, Lucifer or Satan. Assumes she doesn't find him attractive and is kind of sad*

POOR BABY IDIDJDJ

Levi :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Levi!

*Once again, everyone finds it a bit hard to believe, though they're kind of happy for him.*

*They're not sure how to react, & no word is uttered for a while*

Levi : Uh.. Yes? Do you need something MC? [why is she shouting out his name right before a big revelation like that? Did she want his help in delivering the answer?] *Is genuinely confused*

Levi : *upon receiving no response, puts his earphones back in*

Asmo : Heeeh? It's Levi? Really??

Mammon : Levi? You're gonna pick that anti-social shut-in over ME, *THE* Mammon ? REALLY?

Satan : Huh. I didn't expect that. [What a peculiar taste this human has.]

Levi : *Takes off his earphones again, upon hearing his name being mentioned too much*

Levi : You're being distracting, what do you normies want? *is annoyed*

Mammon : Oi Levi, you absolute idiot. She picked you.

Levi : Picked me for what? Why are you involving me in your normie plans.

Asmo : Ugh, seriously? He doesn't even realize it.

Asmo : MC sweetie! You can always take it back, I'm the better choice anyway~

Lucifer : I doubt he will ever even begin to believe it, this is futile. Let's move on.

Belphie : "Pshh. MC is probably the first person to find him attractive. How funny."

Beel : ... [Not much to say, he's just like "oh? I see". They do spend a lot of time together after all. Finds it endearing, he has someone who's attracted to him now.] MY PRECIOUS BABY

Levi : *takes him a good minute to realize what's actually going on, only after seeing MC's flushed face, her growing frustration at his responses, the remarks of his brothers all jumbled together that he starts to understand*

Levi : *All comes down on him at once, blood rushes to his head and he shortcircuits as MC stares at him*

Mammon : O-oi! Levi! Are you okay?

Boy is not okay.

Satan :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Satan!

*Again, Satan was an expected response, not much surprise there, he was arguably the most held-together one of the bunch*

Satan : [Oh? He knew she'd choose him. Her prior reactions proved that much. But was still a bit taken aback, she singled him out, it pleased him.]

Satan : Is that so? I'm honored, MC. *shoots MC playful smirk, feigning surprise*

Mammon : Seriously? Satan? Booo! [thinks he's one of the lame options, he's so uptight, he reminds him of lucifer, then again thinks the only non-lame choice is himself.]

Lucifer : Hm. Satan? He's a reasonable enough choice. If I hadn't picked myself, I would have done the same.

Satan : [the hell did he just say?] *mumbles* ..Disgusting.

Satan : No one asked for your input, Lucifer.

Levi : That's a TMI bro. *isn't surprised by the answer either, typical basic normie answer, is secretly salty*

Lucifer : What does that mean? Leviathan? And Satan, care to repeat what you said? *cue sadistic smile*

Satan : TCH.

MC : ...

Belphie : Hm, Satan's not too bad of a choice. at least she didn't pick Lucifer. [as close to a compliment as you'll get from belphie, just take it]

Beel : ...I suppose. [Again, expected Satan to be the answer, is used to seeing people swoon for him effortlessly..]

Satan is the pretty boy apparently

Will drop Asmo, Beel, & Belphie next!

Part 2 !

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Nyx

Nyx is a primordial goddess and the Greek personification of Night - the mother of Hypnos, Thanatos, Nemesis, and many more. She's a mysterious figure in their mythos as there's little surviving info about her cult. What is known, however, is that she was portrayed as beautiful, powerful, and feared by Zeus himself.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Lucifer 

What happens when you take a being born from the darkness and place them in a realm of eternal night…?

The answer came when the MC first stepped out of the portal. Everyone in the room was wholly expecting a normal-looking, confused human they could get up to speed, however…

The MC's skin suddenly darkened until it was as black as a shadow, their clothes levitated around them as if they were defying gravity, and glimmering speckles dotted their skin like twinkling stars.

Even their eyes turned a pure, glowing white without irises or pupils… Like two crowning stars locked into a body made from the shimmering night sky...

They weren't human. At the time, Lucifer wasn't even sure he could say what they were... Breathtaking, certainly, but there was something else about them that he couldn't place… something… foreboding...

Diavolo must have had the same unease because Barbatos was put in charge of monitoring them. The butler would send reports to them both and the results would range from benign to nerve-racking...

They kept their distance from his brothers and most people, but their power seemed immense... Barbs would report seeing them making small items float or summoning a meteor shower from their fingertips!

Lucifer ended up actually tasting their powers only once. When they stepped in to protect Beel and Luke and he went to attack them…

The whole House began to shake and the candles of the tomb started going out one by one as the air grew intolerably heavy... He could have sworn he saw a vortex of… something... swirling at their feet...

He backed off immediately and Beel and Luke got off with a warning, mostly because he was trying not to look utterly petrified...

He's never met a more beautiful and dangerous creature in his life… Pact mark or no, this is probably the only person the firstborn will admit he never wants to have to fight because he'd lose, big time.

Mammon

He was expecting to find a human when he walked into the Student Council room, not an alien!!

Mammon was seriously scared of the MC when they first met because he legitimately believed they were an extraterrestrial sent to probe him!!... Or whatever else those scary movies say aliens do, lay eggs in his stomach?

He straight up avoided them like the plague until the Goldie incident more or less bound them together. But even then there was a distance between them he just couldn't place…

Naturally, it bothers a demon a bit if their master doesn't seem to like them, so he eventually cornered them one day to force them to tell him why they'd been running off!

As it turned out, the MC actually knew as little about their new form everybody else! They had been perfectly normal in the human world, but for some reason the Devildom supercharged them! They could tell that they were powerful, but had no idea how to control themselves yet and it scared them...

So Mammon became their first unofficial "coach." Not that he knew how to train them or anything, but he was the first person supportive enough to even try to help them learn their new powers.

It led to some… interesting misadventures. Like when the MC unexpectedly burst every water pipe in the House or when they got a little too frustrated and ripped the kitchen apart with an accidental twister, but hey, Mammon was always there for them at least.

Of course, because he's who he is, he's not above asking the MC to help him with his schemes for "training purposes…" Infiltration is more fun if you're weightless, after all!

Speaking of weightless… His favorite way to float is when the MC gets excited and hugs him. They can't help but levitate them both off the ground when they're that happy and it makes the whole hug that much sweeter.

Leviathan 

It's… it's like he's in his very own Magical Girl anime!!! Uh, "I'm a Demon and this is My New Life with a Magic Starchild!!"-or something like that. 🤷‍♀️

He didn't even think their transformation was real when he first saw it! He really thought it was an elaborate body art cosplay but then their "freckles" rearranged themselves when he frightened them, so it had to be real!!

He'll declare that they're probably (literally) the coolest thing on the planet. They have the looks of an epic fantasy character plus insane powers to boot! 

…though uh… they may need a training arc or two to learn how to control them… 😅

Since their powers are apparently tied to their emotions, Levi's seen them do a whole bunch of stuff that's not entirely on purpose... Like, they can make things float when they're happy and push everything down when they're sad. 

So once he showed them one of those "tragic ending" animes for fun, but they cried so hard that they increased gravity and accidentally sent his bathtub crashing into the basement…

The worst of it is when they're mad, though. He made the mistake of making them play a rage game once and they ended up shattering all the glass in his room! His aquarium wall and Henry's fishtank included!!

They were able to make a zero G sphere of water in order to save Henry's life, but the cleanup was brutal… They were super sorry, but Levi took most of the blame himself anyway.

Honestly, he'd have been more mad but their body is clearly not something they can control just yet. Plus, it's so cool that he can put up with a little destruction anyway, you know?

Satan

Well, isn't that an interesting phenomenon?

Meeting a demigod is exciting enough, but one who reacted to the Devildom like that? It was pretty much unheard of!

Though he'd hate to admit it, Satan stalked the MC just as closely as Barbatos for a little while... But only because he was a little unsure of how to approach them…

They kept to themselves and their powers seemed "a little" unpredictable (see Levi's orphaned bathtub). Thankfully, Mammon ended up recommending the MC to him since Satan's one of the smartest guys around.

Satan made a better coach than Mammon, anyway. He was far more knowledgeable and actually able to hypothesize the strength their powers, which came in handy because uh… well…

Look. The whole realm 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' over their appearance but they're all fools - no morons - for not noticing what potential the MC actually has. Satan was positive that the MC is the most powerful being in the Devildom, without question.

They had a complete control over gravity, atmospheric pressure, and even astronomical bodies… If they wanted to, they could literally pluck a planet out of orbit and send it careening into who knows what!

Want more terrifying? They could create near-matterless vacuums at the palms of their hands with the potential to suffocate, crush, or rip apart basically anything they wanted with implosive force….

Does he even need to spell out why that's utterly horrifying??

At least the MC seemed to be a genuinely nice person who wanted to control their powers better… Their emotions often got in the way but they tried their best.

He likes the MC a lot, but he'd be lying if he said that they didn’t also terrify him… They may have been pretty normal in the human world, but give them endless night and they may as well be a god...

Asmodeus 

Oh… My… Father!!! They're GORGEOUS!!!!

From the moment their transformation completed, Asmo had never seen anything like them! He said that they were like a living droplet of the night sky!

They were magnificent!! They were radiant!!! He was posting pictures of them before they had even said their first sentence!!

So Asmo was pretty much patient zero for any and all rumors and hype about the MC after that... Apparently someone like them only visits the Devildom every one, maybe two, centuries so everybody was bound to get talking.

Thankfully, the MC's habit of ducking out of the House kept them from becoming a full on sideshow. Unfortunately, however, Asmodeus was relentless!

He'd beg them to try modeling or make videos with him because of their unique look! He'd lay on the praises, but it was a little... much. It wasn't until Mammon finally stepped that he backed off a bit.

Asmo sometimes forgets that not everyone puts as much emphasis on looks as he does... Though he meant well, he hadn't realized that the MC maybe wouldn't appreciate him making such a big deal out of their appearance change. Pretty as it was, it was still involuntary to them...

Of course, after they told him this he cooled off and stopped putting them out there so publicly but even still he could hardly keep his eyes off of them... unless he was looking in a mirror, of course. 😘

A fun fact about the MC: when they blush, their skin makes a pink nebula. And thanks to his antics, Asmo has seen their lively pink cheeks many, many times… 🤭

Beelzebub 

Belphie would like them, wouldn't he...?

Beel's first reaction upon seeing the MC was genuine sadness, as seeing the stars with his twin brother still gone often brought him… 

The sadness didn't last too long at least because Beel tried his best to see the MC more like a person than a work of art or an oddity. Sure, they looked different - like really different - but they still laughed, cried, and ate like everybody else so they couldn't be that different.

Though then again, most people don't end up floating in midair when they laugh… Eh, oh well. It's not like those little details bother him. 🤷‍♀️

He always remained certain that Belphie would like the MC so he told them a lot about him. Since his twin loved stargazing, it'd only be natural that he'd like someone who looked like the stars, right?

Aside from the occasional tangent about his brother, Beel would also help the MC with their training by letting them help him with his training!

Controlling gravity can be pretty nifty for strength/resistance exercises, so there would be days where Beel would just pull a Dragon Ball and walk around at 1.5 or 2 times Earth's gravity thanks to having the MC on his back!

Sure, lifting a glass of milk becane so difficult that he literally broke a sweat from trying, but he felt like he can juggle motorcycles afterwards so who's complaining? Not him!

Belphegor 

……

………….

Was it some kind of joke?

The MC was not human. There was no way in heaven or hell that whatever he lured to the attic was supposed to be a human!!

Really, everything about the MC and their situation seemed directly designed to throw a monkey wrench into his plans...

One: They weren't human so how was he supposed to ruin Diavolo's dream? Two: They were clearly some kind of magical being so they could likely defend themselves…

But third ans most embarrassing of all... he honestly, genuinely, has never seen a more amazing person in his life. Blame it on his soft spot for the stars, but the moment the MC step up to his prison bars, he was smitten...

And. He. HATED IT!

Look, as much as he loved the night sky, he wasn't about to let some random non-human derail his anger! He was stronger than that!

He managed to hold onto his bitterness just long enough to make a halfhearted attempt on their life after they got the door open, but uh…

His brothers found Belphie when he fell through a newly-made hole in the ceiling... Said hole was made when his body slammed to the ground hard enough to crash through the attic floor... 😣

If the damage they caused wasn't enough to change his mind (which it was), then their distress when they thought they might have hurt him certainly did. Even their tears looked like stardust...

After far too long, Belphie got over his denial and began to properly love MC. If he liked stargazing before, he adored it now because he never even has to get out of bed! He can just roll over and follow the "stars" on the MC's body!

Unfortunately, that same love means it also takes a lot to ditch him if they get sick of being his personal night's sky… The brothers have found him floated up and sleeping on the ceiling on numerous occasions so the mortal can get some fresh air (clever MC)...

[hiddendreamer67]

Obey Me Borrower Snippet

This week I'm posting a snippet I apparently wrote two years ago??? Dang time flies. This is a short lil' borrower drabble for the Obey Me fandom about when Mammon suspects someone is stealing his stuff.

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Mammon, despite what his brothers might think, wasn’t stupid. He only cared enough to put his brain to use when it benefitted him. Give him the right incentive, and Mammon could do anything. So when his stuff started disappearing from the privacy of his own sacred bedroom? Well, it was only a matter of time before the avatar of greed caught the culprit and reclaimed what was rightfully his. 

At first, Mammon had taken the obvious route of accusing every single one of his brothers, earning several various bouts of anger in return. Asmo insisted he was above such a petty crime, Satan was nearly brought to fists at the mere accusation, and no matter how many anime figures he held hostage Levi refused to admit to touching any one of Mammon’s own precious trinkets. Beel, with his bottomless stomach but wide open heart could never tell a lie to save his life. He blatantly denied touching a single crumb of Mammon’s secret snack pile. (Of course, not a great idea to reveal to Beel the existence of said secret snack pile, but Mammon would cross that bridge another time). Belphie was still on the exchange program in the human world, and Lucifer…

Okay, admittedly, he hadn’t asked Lucifer. 

By then it was time to move on to plan B: cameras. Reviewing the evidence, it was clear there was some sort of vermin traipsing about his space! No way that was gonna fly! Mammon was furious. What, a lil’ mouse thought it could waltz right into his bedroom and take whatever it pleased? Immediately the cogs in Mammon’s mind got spinning, working overtime to devise a way to rid himself of his tiny thief problem. 

And that’s what led to this triumphant day: Mammon slammed open his bedroom door, looking oh so pleased with himself as the bell continued to jangle and indicate his trap had caught something.

“Gotcha!” He proclaimed, strutting over to the covered box. “You stupid little rat, betcha thought you could outsmart me, huh? HA! No one steals from the great Mammon and gets away with it! I’m gonna dismantle whatever little nest you’ve hidden away my treasures in, and as for you, ya nuisance, I’m gonna-” Mammon ripped the cover off, his sentence petering off as he peered into the trap. “...huh?”

Inside the trap was not the rat or mouse he had been expecting. Instead, it appeared to be… a human? Did humans come this small? 

“Oi!” Mammon yanked the cage up by its handle, bringing it to eye level and throwing its occupant to the ground. “What the heck is this? Who are ya and why are you so punny?” 

Why, this girl couldn’t be larger than Mammon’s hand, and she just sat there trembling and gazing back up at him. He frowned, giving the cage a good shake and jostling her further.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, bite sized!” Mammon sneered, still infuriated at all his stuff going missing. “What’s up with ya? And hey, what’s the big idea, coming in here and stealin’ what doesn’t belong to you? HUH? Ever thought about that?”

“I-I…” She gaped like a fish, her tiny frightened voice no higher than a whisper.

“Maybe I outta teach you a lesson.” Mammon huffed, reaching up to fiddle with the spring lock. 

“No! Please!” She cried out, but Mammon snapped her up with deft fingers. She was absolutely miniature in his hand, like holding a frightened lil’ bird. And just like a canary, she began to sing, hurriedly explaining herself as if her life depended on it. “I’m sorry, I- we’re only supposed to take what won’t be noticed, I never meant for-”

“What, so that makes it okay to steal from me?” Mammon argued, a bit peeved that someone was using the same logic he used to justify taking his brother’s valuables and selling them online. 

The little person frantically shook her head. “No, no I know it doesn’t, but I was just hungry, and you hadn’t touched it for a few days, and-”

“And what?” Mammon scrunched up his nose. “You decided to scrounge around for scraps? Gross! Why didn’t you just head to the kitchen instead of being a sneaky freeloader?”

The intruder just blinked up at him. “I… I’m not exactly a welcome guest.”

“Sure ya are.” Mammon declared. There was no way in hell he was gonna let this lil’ freeloader continue to just leech off him. If they were gonna stick around, Mammon was gonna make them everyone’s problem. “C’mon, I’ll show you where Lucifer hides the good stuff.” Mammon explained, heading out towards the kitchen.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

@lesson-anon

So I watched the (new) gay pirate show expecting a dumb comedy with heavy homoerotic subtext that never went anywhere.... cut to me sobbing into my pillow at 3am :) This show has ruined me & I'm sorry @ anyone who follows me on my main account for all the spam 'bout it. It also made me realise that all my favourite shows are heartfelt comedies about a (found) family getting into increasingly ridiculous situations, which when you think about it really explains my whole OM! thing too... Anyway watch our flag means death

As Usual;

• Links (to screenshots and theories) are in bold!

• Dialogue is HEAVILY paraphrased & the events are HEAVILY summarised/edited so this is in no way a substitute to playing the actual lesson

• Each paragraph represents one chapter of the lesson, I write each paragraph immediately after playing the chapter and so in one paragraph I might theorise what's gonna happen in the next chapter/paragraph

• Solely gonna focus on "Mammon's Route"

• 🔞 language and (somewhat vague) situations

LESSON 71

I love the background of this and okay look listen this is probably just me crossing all my fingers and hoping BUT the background usually has something to do with the lesson. During the 2020 devilday they introduced the angel versions of the brothers and they then turned up in season 3. During the 2021 Devilday they introduced those 7 new characters and never gave any explanation about who they are. The background of this lesson is the 7 Little Ds. The third Little D in the background looks like a shithead..... I'm probably reading too much into this but pleasssssse🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

At the student council meeting, Diavolo says he's gonna make MC a member for the day. Mammon says he's always wanted an assistant and MC tells him to get fucked cause if anything he'd be their assistant. Lucifer says MC's orders will be up to him and Diavolo but MC doesn't hear shit because they're too busy staring at Satan's cat sticker laptop which makes everyone start talking about their own laptops and honestly is this not what every group meeting is like? Barbatos brings in a stack of paperwork that the others have to do while the twins and MC are sent to open the bloody box

The Bloody Box is RAD's suggestion box which cries tears of blood once it's full. The twins sort of strongarm MC into opening it while discretely stepping back only for MC to have a real Carrie moment because they get soaked in the blood the box spews at them. "You good?" asks Belphie from a safe distance. "NO. THE FUCK I'M NOT" says a freshly traumatised MC. "Sucks for you I guess" say the twins (assholes). They explain to MC the kind of mail they get in the box (suggestions, complaints, fanmail) and what they do with it. Beel's suggestions to bankrupt the cafeteria by making it free & all you can eat, are thrown out. "You could have just sidestepped" says Lucifer to a bloody MC has he magicks the blood off them. MC considers getting his own blood on them. Diavolo says their next task is to sort through and categorise the mail, I think he just wants free labour

Levi is left to help MC. He explains in more detail how the letters are sorted and gives a summary of their contents to MC while letting them put them in the piles. Eventually they come across an unnamed sealed letter. Levi goes to ask Barbatos if they should open it and gets told to leave it aside because Barbatos can feel a trace of magic in it. MC, the nosy shithead, opens it anyway and Barbatos tries to grab it from them right as the magic goes off. Turns out the enchantment caused the person who opened it to fall madly in love with its creator. So now Barbatos is attached to MC's hip

Apparently MC's magic is strong enough that it overwhelmed the magic of the original caster and the spell identified MC as its caster so now Barbatos is attached to MC's side and Mammon is tearing his hair out to stop himself from wrapping his hands around Barb's throat. Barbatos refuses to lift the enchantment on his own, Mammon loses his grasp on speech, Asmo asks MC if they find this hot and they say it's not real. Solomon suggests MC remove it on their own and they do so easily. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET IT GO ON FOR SO LONG" screech Mammon & Barbatos. "oh I just thought it was a right laugh lol" says MC. "I'm going to slit your throat in your sleep" says Barbatos. Lucifer ends up dragging MC back to work

In the meeting room they talk about how they've been getting less complaints about the exchange program and how the students in the exchange program (Luke) seem to be settling in much better. Diavolo says he wants to carry out a survey about the exchange program and collect answers from both the RAD students and the exchange students. MC is to do this and make it into a report. This is their second trial. They later meet Simeon & Raphael and join them for lunch

At lunch Raphael lowkey compares Simeon's food to Solomon's (in that he likes them both) and MC has to physically hold Simeon back from stabbing Raphael. They ask Raphael if he's a good cook and Simeon quickly changes the subject much to Raphael's confusion. MC fills them in on their task and when asked about his experience Raphael says he expected the "denizens of the Devildom" to be more hostile towards him but turns out most of them are just pretty chill. He says that Diavolo's policies have borne fruit. Simeon says that after Raphael took the plunge and came here he found it wasn't so bad but Raphael realises he was late for something and quickly leaves. MC asks for Simeon's thoughts as well and he suggests going for a walk. He tells them that angel! Lucifer had first told him about Diavolo's plans for peace and that after visiting the Devildom Lucifer was little by little starting to broaden his horizons. Simeon however had being skeptical when he first heard that, believing it was the "foolish whims of a naive prince"

There's a flashback of Luke & Simeon's first meeting with Diavolo, where Luke was openly hostile and Simeon was cold but Diavolo still spoke about peace and sincerely promised to protect them while they were in his care. Simeon says that it was Diavolo's sincerity while promising to protect angels that first got him and how little by little the Devildom's view on outsiders and their cultures have being changing with RAD being at the centre of it all. MC agrees, saying it shows what Diavolo is capable of. Simeon says after coming to the Devildom and seeing how much effort Diavolo putting into all of this, he felt as if he was the clueless one, saying that if they can create a world where everyone respects each other despite their differences it would be a truly wonderful thing (and yeah this hit a bit too close to home). Anyway these two idiots spent so long talking that they missed their after lunch class

In detention they join Mammon & Thirteen who are writing lines on a chalk board. MC gets to pick who out of the three they want to write next to. After they're done Barbatos points MC towards Mephisto who they had been searching for.

In the locked lesson Mammon uses similar spelled letters to trick 4 outta his 5 brothers into giving him their wallets. Belphie rats him out to Lucifer

In the hard lesson, purgatory house divides the chores. Turns out Simeon wasn't dodgy about Raphael's cooking skills because his food is bad - apparently it's just average. But his cooking methods.....anyway their kitchen literally explodes with Luke and Raphael in it rip

In the chats the brothers find out about how Barbatos is acting like a cat in heat around MC

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

So a scenario (please please please feel free to ignore it if it's not your liking, no pressure on you, I really really appreciate your hardwork and I love your writing thank you so much for all of this amazing fanfics you keep bringing) where f! Mc urges Lucifer to take break from his relentless overworking but Luci refuses and says something harsh which he didn't mean, Mc get's extreamly upset and leaves the house to get fresh air but she got kidnapped which Luci didn't realise till 2-3 days because he put spells on his office door to keep away his brothers and MC's whinning but when he comes out he sees whole house on rampage Because mc was missing and they can't sense anything with pact Because it was fading and Everyone is extremely angry at Luci, Luci realises his mistake and finds his Mc almost half dead where before falling into coma Mc makes Luci realise how much they (his brothers & Mc) all need him to be physically with all of them and Mc ends up in Coma, end it with fluff (wake mc up) please I beg you 😖 I know you love angst but I don't think I can take more angst I cried whole night yesterday after reading your "A question of time", love you and please take care of yourself ~ 💜

House of Stone (Lucifer x GN!MC)

There you were, skipping into his office as you always did, the softest smile gracing your lips as you reached his desk, leaning over it to look at him, but he didn’t look at you. There was no time to play your games, there was no time for anything, not when Lord Diavolo had his desk constantly stacked with paperwork that needed to be completed. He didn’t mind doing it, not before you came along, but now there was the constant pressure of keeping you occupied and satisfied while also trying to complete the never ending work pile. His pride never allowed him to put you at the top of his list of priorities because as much as he cares about you, he needed his Lord's respect, and he owed it to him as well. “Lucifer, you should take a break. You’re working too much, and way too hard. We’re all worried about you.” Your voice broke through his thoughts and his head whipped up to look at you finally. His eyes narrowed, and he found it almost laughable that you’d try to have a say in how much or how little he worked. He scoffed at you, flicking his wrist to shoo you out of his office. “I don’t need your opinion, or your worry, Y/N. If you’d stay out of my office and let me concentrate, maybe I could actually get something done. You think you can do that?” 

For once you didn’t put up an argument, you actually backed away from his desk and left his office quietly. He knew that what he had said was out of line, but as always, his pride kept him from going after you to apologize, well, it kept him from apologizing at all. You meant well, but he also had to finish his work, and it’s not like what he said wasn’t entirely true. If everyone would just leave him be for a little longer he could finish what he had to get done and maybe he could actually get some rest, which is what everyone was apparently worried about. The door was quickly put under a spell, no one would come in and no one would get out, and by no one, it meant him. He wouldn’t allow himself to leave until every single sheet of paper on his desk was read and signed off, no matter how time consuming or exhausting it was, he would get it done. Along with what was basically a locking spell, he also soundproofed the room, the only noises he could hear was his own breathing and the sound of pen against paper as he scribbled his name at the bottom of each paper. What he hadn’t heard was the sound of the front door slamming shut and all his brothers begging and pleading for you not to leave, and then the sound of their fists pounding against the door to his office as they tried to tell him that you had left. 

How much time had passed since he had snapped at you, since that spell had been placed on the door? He’s not sure, and if it wasn’t for the coffee pot that he had set up in his office, he would have figured out sooner, but the fact that he was able to survive somehow on solely coffee and stale bread while he was working made it quite easy to lose track of the days and how many had passed by. The work on his desk was finally done though, and he could finally leave his office, and he was hoping that the home that he had left to the care of you and his brothers was still standing outside of his office. Long legs and arms stretched out in front of him as he finally pushed his chair away from the desk, gathering up all the papers and preparing them to be taken to Lord Diavolo. “Then I’ll see how Y/N is doing…” He told himself, because deep down, he knew that he had been too harsh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you or his brothers to worry about him, it felt nice to have people actually care about him for once. His brothers usually cared about themselves, well, most of them did, and you, well… you always cared about him, although he didn’t know why. 

As he took the spell off the door, that’s when he first heard it. The commotion of his brothers outside of his office, although they weren’t right outside the door, they were speaking loud enough for him to tell they weren’t all in their own separate rooms, which was strange. His first thought was that someone had unintentionally burned the kitchen down, or maybe they had made a hole in the wall while fake wrestling, and he was entirely prepared to brush it off until he got an adequate amount of sleep, but then he opened the door and saw all of his brothers rushing around the halls, their phones in their hands as they fervently typed out messages, others had their phones up to their ears, growling loudly when they clearly didn’t get an answer. “What is going on?” Every head in the room turned to look at him, all of their eyes were shooting daggers in his directions, and for once, he was the one who didn’t have a clue of what was happening or why everyone seemed so irritated. 

“Y/N is gone!” “I don’t know what happened!” “-Just walked out the door, looked like they were crying!” “-Not answering their phone!” “I don’t feel it anymore…” “-Like the connection is fading.” All of his brothers were speaking over each other, but all of their words were directed at him. You had walked out, you had left the house, and he felt this strange sense, a pang of guilt mixed with worry. He was worried about you, as were all of his brothers as well. It looked like none of them had gotten a wink of sleep, not even Belphegor who looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open just to glare at him. “Will you all be quiet!? Mammon… tell me what’s going on!” All of the tiredness he had felt before had quickly vanished as soon as he heard that you weren’t there, and now the only thing that he wanted to do was make sure you were okay, to get you back home safe. Mammon would know what was going on better than any of his brothers because other than himself, Mammon was the one who kept a close eye on you, he was the one who made sure you stayed out of trouble. 

“After leavin’ yer office… Y/N just walked straight out the door. We tried callin’ for them, but they weren’t listenin’. We tried callin their phone too, and textin’, but they ain’t pickin’ up. Now… we can’t feel ‘em anymore… like the pact is fadin’ or something.” It was like everybody in the room froze, because that “or something” wasn’t good, the pact fading wasn’t good. Although he himself hadn’t made a pact with you, he knew that his brothers weren’t lying, because he didn’t need a pact with you to feel a connection, and now that he was out of his spellbound office, he could feel that something was fading, he just didn’t know for sure what it was until his brothers verified it for him.

How long had he actually been locked up in his office? How had he allowed something like this to happen? He knew this was his fault entirely. If he would have just gotten up, satisfied you just enough to make you feel better, pretend that he was getting some sleep… anything but scolding you for caring… this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, his pride won’t ever allow him to admit that he was in the wrong. This was somehow his brother's faults for not stopping you, for not going after you. Why hadn’t they tried to stop you, why didn’t they follow you? They knew well enough that it wasn’t safe for you outside of the house, that you shouldn’t be roaming around the streets of the Devildom by yourself, but they let you go. Maybe this was more of his brother's faults than he thought, but he didn’t have time to argue with them. 

“We have to find them. Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, you take the upper side of town, Beel, Belphie and Satan, you take the lower side, I’ll stay in the middle and look around. If any of you find them, you call me immediately and tell me exactly where you are. Now go.” He’s hoping that you hadn’t gone far, that nothing terribly bad has happened to you, although their words of the connection with you fading has him beyond worried, and he’s almost terrified of what he or his brothers will find if they do find you. There’s only one reason why pacts would fade, and that’s a reason that he doesn’t want to dwell on too long. If he starts believing that you’re dead already, he’ll give up, his brothers will give up, and that’s something they can’t risk. As long as there’s some type of feeling… no matter how faint, it means that you’re still alive. You’re somewhere, and they’ll find you, and hopefully it won’t be too late. 

The groups dispersed and Lucifer went out on his own, searching everywhere and anywhere for you. Places he never would have stepped foot in, he was right there. He was on edge, and every second that passed just set him further into a panic. “Where…?” Where could you possibly be? None of the brothers had texted him, so they clearly hadn’t found you either, and he was starting to feel hopeless, like he would never find you, and if he or they ever did, you surely wouldn’t be breathing. His brain was fogged with worry, and he couldn’t even begin to think of where you could have ended up, or what could have happened to you. At this point, he was walking through the streets in a daze, he wasn’t even watching where he was going, and that’s when he ended up in a back alley that was almost too dark to navigate. It led to a dead end though, and just as he was about to turn around and walk back out onto the street something caught his eye. A single shoe sticking out from behind a pile of rubbish, and he felt the bile rise in his throat as his blood began to boil. He knew without a doubt that it was you, he knew those shoes, and he knew they were yours, and he immediately ran over, pulling your body up off the ground. “Y/N…” 

He could barely hold himself up on his own two feet anymore, just the sight of you like that had made him weak, and he was seeing red. If he hadn’t known any better, upon first look he would have thought that you were dead, but your heart was still beating, although feably. “Just… hold on a little longer… Okay?” Did you even hear him? Your entire body was limp, and even though he knew there was still some life in you, it was fading fast, and you already appeared lifeless, and you weren’t responding to him at all. He had hoped for the best, but no amount of preparing could have gotten him ready for this. 

There was no time to rush to the castle, and until he knew just who exactly had done this to you, he didn’t trust anyone in the Devildom except Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he zapped you and himself to the castle, standing in the entryway, and he didn’t even know what to do, and he couldn’t find his voice to call out for the butler, so he was more than grateful when the demon walked around the corner and kind of froze when he saw him standing there with you. 

He wasn’t the type that asked for help, but in this instance, there was nothing else he could do, and even though he couldn’t voice the word, he was pleading to Barbatos with his eyes to do something, anything to fix you, to make you better. “Right.” Was all the butler said as he rushed over to grab you from his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wherever Barbatos planned on taking you, he would go to. All he needed was for the butler to lead the way, and he would follow. The last thing he wanted was to be away from you again. 

Hours, days, weeks passed by, and he never left your bedside. You had been laid up in one of the guest bedrooms of the castle, it had been turned into a makeshift hospital room, the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor had been the only sign to him and his brothers that you were still alive. Other than that, you were lifeless, a shell of the person that you used to be. “Lucifer, it’s alright if you go back home. Y/N will be fine here, and you’re just making this harder on yourself sitting there and staring at them.” Diavolo’s voice sounded from the doorway of the room, and for once, Lucifer disagreed with him. He deserved all the pain that came along with seeing you like this because it was his fault that you ended up like this in the first place. 

“I’m staying here until they wake up. It’s the least I can do.” You were always there for him and he had shooed you away, he had pushed you away, and this is how you ended up because of that. He’ll sit by your bed for another week, for another month, he doesn’t care how long it takes, because when you do wake up he wants to be the one you see first. “Lucifer, I understand… but your brothers need you back at the house. They’re just as upset about this as you are.” As if he didn’t already know that. They weren’t just upset about what happened to you, they were upset with him, as they should be, because he was the reason behind it. That wasn’t the thing that was keeping him from going back though, it was you. You were keeping him from leaving, because he refuses to go back to the house when you’re not there, because as much as his brothers and you need him, he needs you and his brothers just as much. 

“Lucifer…” He had fallen asleep, and it happened so scarcely that once his eyes shut, he found it difficult to open them again even if he did feel fully rested… but that voice… it wasn’t Diavolo’s, it wasn’t his brothers, it was weak… soft, almost a whisper. It was you. He sat up straight, his eyes shooting open to look at you, and a sigh of relief escaped him when he realized that it wasn’t just a dream, that he hadn’t heard your voice calling his name in his head. You were awake, and you were saying his name, and Father, it sounded so sweet. “Y/N… I’m…” How does he say he’s sorry? Would you even accept it if he did? Why would you? Why should you? He didn’t expect you to, but he still felt the need to say it. To push his pride aside for once and actually own up to his mistake, because this was the biggest mistake he had ever made. 

“I know you’re sorry…” You had said it for him, before him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed you to hear it from his own voice, because this past month as he sat beside your bed wondering if you’d ever wake up again, he realized that he doesn’t just need you, and he doesn’t just care about you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean what I said… and I hope that you can forgive me.” Because he loves you, and he never wants to go through the fear of losing you again. He needs you more than you’ll ever need him, and although his pride would never allow him to say it out loud, it’s the truth, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. 

[revirushifaa]

Brothers feeding their infant children

Need so much fluff and cuteness now, so here have these extra cutesy and sugary HC's!

Lucifer feeding his daughter:

*This papa likes to do this task, it's just so soothing and relaxing, he often thinks. Sitting down on a couch or his bed, cradding his little daughter in one arm as the other is used to feed her a bottle of milk.

*He does it when he knows his brothers aren't around to pester him, about how cute and soft he looks with little baby Lucille.

*Lucille isn't a really loud baby, when she gets hungry all she does is whimper slightly and Lucifer knows what it means. Thankfully, since other babies often cry and it can be so troublesome and tiring.

"You're hungry? Feeding time it is."

*He prepares the bottle himself, as neatly as possible and he hums, measures up the amount of formula and water that he has to. Then puts it a few moments in the fire before sitting down and feeding Lucille gently and slowly.

*It's a pretty quiet task, Lucifer's daughter only eats as she closes her eyes and relaxes, and so Lucifer relaxes. Once Lucille's done, he cleans up any remain of milk from her mouth, and they cuddle until the baby falls asleep, Lucifer also falls asleep with his daughter, all snuggled up. (Of course sometimes he forgets to close the door and locked it, so a picture secretly is taken in silence)

Mammon feeding his son:

*Panicky Papa Mammon is panicky. Because whenever he has to feed Junior he forgets how the formula goes and takes a lot of time, which causes his baby son to start getting impatient and cries bloody murder.

"Waaaaaaaaah!!"

"Just a sec, Junior! Daddy's making your bottle, please wait just a sec!"

*Runs everywhere in the kitchen with his son in a sling around his front, makes a mess of himself there. He accomplishes nothing, and defeated has to listen to his infant son cry his little head off.

"Honestly Mammon. By now you should know how this works..."

*Either Satan or Lucifer are the ones doing the job for Mammon since he just can't seem to understand how baby formulas are done.

"Well, well, say thank you to your uncle(s) that could do your bottle better than your daddy."

*Now he can feed Junior as he stands up and gently puts the teat of the bottle in the baby boy's mouth, as he quiets down and starts eating, thanks to it. Mammon is exhausted after every feeding, someday he'll learn how to prepare baby bottles.

Leviathan feeding his daughter:

"Dada hungy."

"Are you hungry, Leviosa? Alright, a bottle will come for you. Actual status: Prepare a bottle for my daughter. And sent."

*This father honestly is a miracle that he acknowledges that he has an actual daughter, one could think that he forgets about it given how much of an otaku and gamer he is, but miraculously he remembers about little Leviosa.

*He prepares the bottle, though he adds more formula than water and the thing ends up thick, too thick for a little demoness baby to eat it.

"You can't eat this... dang it... how are baby bottles made?"

*Searches online tutorials of how to make bottles for infants and after a few trials and errors he's got it. He makes a perfect baby bottle and goes to feed his small daughter with it.

*It's either on his bean bag or his tub bed where he feeds little 'Osa. He wraps her in a blanket and puts a bib around her neck to feed her and the baby girl eats calmly. Sometimes relaxing enough to make Levi almost doze off as he's doing this. Burps his daughter after she's done eating and then plays games with her. Small baby being taught of games anime at a very young age, she's to be an otaku and gamer when she grows up.

Satan feeding his daughter:

*This is the most attentive father in the family, because he knows what babies need and what their crying means when putting careful attention to it. He's read in books, there is literally nothing that this demon doesn't know, even before getting a daughter he knew what he was doing.

*When his daughter is growing restless and whiny, it only means that she's hungry.

"Hungry are we, Sandy? Don't worry, this can be fixed."

*Just like Lucifer he prepares bottles in order, first a specific amount of water, then the formula, closing up the bottle and lastly putting it in the fire for a few minutes before he sits down in a pile of books, cradles Sandy in one arm and feeds her, though the baby girl knows how to hold the bottle herself so she eats on her own, while Satan is reading his novel.

*When done she makes a gurgling sound and Satan cleans her mouth, puts her over his shoulder and gently burps her to avoid her from getting horrible tummy aches, like it happens to babies if they're not burped on time.

*Then he reads her a story. A repeating cycle. Feeding, burping, reading. Repeat.

Asmodeus feeding his son:

*The Avatar of Lust... a father? One could think that this beautiful man wouldn't even want to get himself a child, but apparently he actually gets a son, who he loves and brags about him being the most beautiful baby in the whole Devildom. And he dresses him only in the fashionable children clothes.

*He surprisingly knows how to raise his child and tend to his needs, so his son is not only for fashion, beauty or a simple target of pictures. When little Cosmo is hungry, he lets his father know by chewing on his lipsticks.

"Ah, no, no, no Cosmo. Lipsticks are not chewing toys, you silly~"

*He immediately takes the lipsticks from his little boy and picks him up, knowing what he wants and goes to feed him. Doesn't really know how bottles work so it's always Satan who makes Cosmo's bottles.

"You should already know how to do this, Asmo."

"You know to do it better than me, so do it for me, Satan! Cosmo's hungry and I don't want him to get cranky. His skin will get ruined if he cries that much!"

*Nevertheless, Satan prepares the bottle and gives it to Asmo who thanks him and walks right into his round flowery hanging chair, sits down and feeds his child, humming him a tune. Cosmo rarely cries, the only times is if his father forgets about anything that he needs, but he's a calm baby.

"Alright, we have that tummy filled now. Let's continue making ourselves beautiful and take pictures of us, son!"

Beelzebub feeding his son:

*Whenever Berith gets hungry, he cries as that's the only way he can notify his father that he needs to be fed.

"What is it, my boy? Need something? Hungry?"

"Hungy, hungy, hungy!"

*Berith is a cute chubby baby because just like his father, he eats quite a lot and that's why he has that chubby round body that only makes him look so adorable.

"Alright, alright, let's go eat. I'm hungry too."

*There are like a hundred baby bottles already prepared when arriving at the kitchen. Beel really just prepares a lot of food for his baby and himself, so they both can just eat without waiting for much.

*Berith doesn't get full with only one bottle, he eats and eats until all the prepared bottles are all finished and he's satisfied. After all his the son of the Avatar of Gluttony. Who's to say that he wouldn't be a glutton just like his dad? Obviously he's a glutton, and if he's not fed on time he throws major temper tantrums, which won't quiet down until he has something to chew on his little mouth.

"We're full, now are we? You ate them all, son! You're just like me."

*Beel has the best eating buddy that he could ask for. Hands down.

Belphegor feeding his twin sons:

*The Avatar of Sloth raising a pair of twin sons seems like a dream, but it isn't a dream. Belphie's the father of twin son's and he actually does take good care of them, despite sleeping most of the time, but it helps since babies do sleep a lot, and so does his sons.

*They both cry in unison if they're hungry, which wakes up their father who tries to get oriented again and tend to his two babies.

"Beliel, Beleth... what is it, sons? Oh, you're both hungry. Well, let's get you fed."

*Still sleepily, Belphie picks them up in both arms and goes to get their bottles, which thankfully Beel has prepared and left in the room just for Belphie to take them and feed both Beliel and Beleth.

*Since he only have two arms and it's twins that he's holding, he had taught them to eat on their own, just like how Satan taught his daughter to do so. It's easier that way, all Belphie has to do is sit down on the rocking chair and rock with his infant twins as they eat.

*Falls asleep when they're halfway and them too. Both twins are asleep. Belphie, Beliel and Beleth work that way. In halfway to be done eating, they all fall asleep. Beel has to pick the two babies and put them in their cribs, then pick up Belphie and put him to bed.

[fellulahh]

Lucifer finds out MC had his baby after she left Devildom (angst/fluff)

This is quite fast paced but i didn’t want to make it too long as I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ tool on my phone!

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Picking up the baby monitor, MC left the lounge as she began pottering around her kitchen. She probably had about an hour before her newborn daughter would awake again so - despite being exhausted - MC tried her best to get as much cleaning done as possible.

However, a knock at the door stopped that from happening.

Surprised, MC made her way back through the bungalow; wondering who on earth could be outside. After all, she wasn’t expecting anyone and can’t remember ordering anything online lately.

Passing her sleeping daughter, she left the lounge before walking into the entranceway; baby monitor strapped to her belt. Gripping the handle, she pulled the door open before widening her eyes at the guest on the other side.

“FINALLY!” Mammon exclaimed dramatically, “what took ya so long?!”

“Oh my god...” MC mumbled quietly, horrified to see 6 out of 7 brothers in front of her.

All colour drained from her face as 6 pair of expectant eyes fell on her own.

“Is everything alright?” Satan asked concerned, noticing her change of expression.

“I er...” she spoke quietly, shutting the door behind her as she squeezed onto the step outside her house. “What are you guys doing here?”

As absolutely elated as she was to be reunited with the brothers, she only wished that they’d warned her of their arrival. That way she may have been able to prepare herself for admitting the huge secret sleeping inside the house.

“We’ve come to see you of course!” Asmo grinned excitedly while the other brothers smiled.

“Where...where’s Lucifer?” MC practically whispered, glancing over their shoulders to see if he was nearby.

“Ah he’s just parkin’ the car. We couldn’t be bothered to wait for him, apparently ya can’t just park on the curb in your realm?!” Mammon stated in disbelief.

“You’re not supposed to do that in Devildom either?” Levi questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh my...” MC breathed again, completely ignoring their rambling as she took deep breaths.

“What’s wrong?” Beel asked as his face saddened. “I thought you’d like us surprising you.”

“I do, believe me.” She nodded, “but I just wished you’d have warned me.”

“Why?” Belphie questioned.

As if on cue, her daughter awoke from her nap and soon tiny cries echoed through the monitor. The noise completely startled MC; she hadn’t anticipated her baby to wake so soon but perhaps she heard Mammon’s loud voice.

“MC I think your phone’s ringing.” Levi pointed out.

“That’s not a phone, ya dingbat!” Mammon spoke up, “it’s a cat.”

“Are you both complete imbeciles?” Satan shook his head, “it’s clearly a baby, can you not see the monitor?”

“Ooh, a baby!” Asmo gushed, rushing into the house.

Panicking, MC quickly chased after him, followed by the other brothers.

Walking into the lounge, as soon as he laid eyes on the tiny bundle of joy, Asmo’s face lit up. “Oh my goodness, she’s adorable!” He cooed, leaning over the cot.

“Whose baby is it?” Satan asked bewildered, joining them all in the lounge.

MC remained silent as they all turned to face her.

“Wait...that’s your baby?!” Asmo questioned amazed.

“Yes.” MC nodded reluctantly.

“What?! Ya never told us ya were married!” Mammon cried.

“I’m not married, Mammon.” MC shook her head with a sigh.

“How old is she?” Satan asked quietly, beginning to grow suspicious of just how long they hadn’t seen MC for.

He could see that she was growing more and more uncomfortable.

“Two months.” She answered truthfully.

“Then who is the Father?” He asked gobsmacked.

The other brothers were left quiet as they admired the cute baby, clueless about Satan’s realisation.

MC furrowed her eyebrows as she felt the fourth eldest’s stare on her. But then, before she could say anything, footsteps approached the house.

“I cannot believe you all just ran off like that, it was completely irresponsible.” Lucifer moaned as he entered the house, “it was my idea to come here in the first place! The least you could do is be respectful and not disappear at the first chance.”

Satan never took his eyes off MC as he observed the panic that fell across her face. His lips parted as her expression answered his question.

“Lucifer’s the Father?!” He questioned in disbelief.

“WHAT?!” Mammon spun around, followed by the other brothers.

“Shh!” MC quickly hushed them, “you can’t tell him - he doesn’t know.”

“Well I don’t know how you plan to hide her...” Satan worried, glancing over at the baby as the door handle turned to the lounge.

Entering the room, Lucifer stopped in his tracks as he was met with 7 shocked faces. “What’s going on?” He asked suspiciously before his attention immediately turned to the baby. Everybody noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed after being met with the infant.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to leave.” Asmo broke the silence as he escaped the room.

“Me too.” Beel nodded, following his footsteps.

One by one, the brothers all left the room swiftly until it was just Lucifer, MC and Satan. Bewildered by everybody’s behaviour, the eldest brother turned his attention back to the human. Given how the brothers had reacted to his appearance and the fact that there was an unexplained baby in the room, Lucifer immediately knew something was up.

“What’s happening, MC?” He asked seriously.

Shooting her a sympathetic look, Satan left the room too.

“Lucifer we need to talk.” MC spoke quickly.

“I imagine we do.” He nodded, “after all, I have just arrived at your home unexpectedly to find you less than pleased to see me, my brothers being unusually silent and a newborn baby sat in the room.”

MC was taken aback by his words. She hadn’t anticipated jumping straight to the point. Suddenly she felt completely overwhelmed as Lucifer already pieced together what was happened. Taking a deep sigh, she flopped onto the sofa beside the cot as she gently pushed her hand through the rails to stroke her wriggling baby’s head.

Watching her every move, Lucifer studied MC carefully. By this point his heart was riddled with anxiety. All he wanted to do was come and finally see MC and tell her how he misses her so.

How he loves her so.

And now? Now it’d seem there was something more important to say.

“Who is this?” He asked quietly, stepping toward the cot as he towered over it.

Waiting for MC to answer, he glanced down at the baby.

“My daughter...” she whispered.

Studying the dark hairs and the small red glint in the baby’s eyes, Lucifer turned his head to the human.

“Your daughter?” He questioned seriously.

Parting her lips, MC gawped at him as her chest tightened.

“I think you mean our daughter.” He corrected her.

Despite his usual cold exterior, MC could hear the hurt in his voice. Guilt filled her entire body as she was left in silence.

Shaking his head, Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he crouched in front of the cot to get a better look of the baby.

“How could you not tell me?” He asked venomously. “How could you keep this from me?!”

“I’m sorry.” MC quickly apologised.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, MC.” He quickly interjected, “I have spent every day stuck in hell thinking about you; wondering if you thought about me, wondering if you still loved me! And all this time you were hiding this?”

Although he may have sounded angry, MC knew deep down it was only his despair. It wasn’t like Lucifer to show so much emotion.

Standing up, he strode over until he was standing in front of her. “Why did you hide her, MC?” He asked seriously, “did you not think I was deserving to hear the news of our child?”

Turning her focus to him, MC’s face fell. “Your pledge.” She whispered.

Lucifer’s heart sunk at her words. He felt an indescribable sense of betrayal in his heart as MC used the one thing he couldn’t change about himself, as the excuse for hiding their baby from him.

Unable to utter any words, Lucifer turned away. Taking a few steps toward the window, he placed a hand on his chest as his mind raced. Whatever pride he had when he entered MC’s house that morning had now completely vanished.

Watching him anxious from across the room, MC felt a huge pang of sadness.

“Her name is Lillith.” She spoke softly.

MC’s words were a cold thrust of insult to his heart.

“That’s rather inappropriate, wouldn’t you say?” Lucifer asked defensively, watching his brothers who were stood awkwardly in the garden through the window. “I mean the reason you chose not to tell me about her was because of my pledge to Diavolo and the only reason that exists was to save Lillith’s life.”

“I wanted to tell you.” MC informed him, “but...I’ve seen what your pledge has done to you, Lucifer. I didn’t think...I didn’t think you’d want this. Your life belongs to Diavolo—“

“That’s not for you to decide.” He shook his head. “I may have made a pledge to Diavolo but that doesn’t mean I have given him my life. You and that baby could have been the thing that made me feel like I had something to live for again. But you chose to keep it from me.”

“Lucifer, please.” MC begged, standing up from her seat on the sofa. “I was completely clueless and irrational...and scared! I know you and I were practically together while I was in your realm but I didn’t think this would be something you’d want. You’re always so busy and have little time as it is for your family...I just didn’t want you to feel any more pressure.”

“Well you’re wrong.” He spoke quietly, “this is everything I could want.”

“I’m so sorry.” MC repeated.

Lucifer nodded but didn’t say anything else. He was too busy contemplating the huge revelation he’d just discovered so unexpectedly.

The room grew silent and minutes began to pass.

“Can I hold her?” He asked quietly.

“Of course.” MC whispered, moving away before returning with their daughter.

Incredibly cautiously, Lucifer turned his attention toward their daughter. As he stared at this baby he’d only known for all of ten minutes, he felt an unfamiliar wave of emotions flood through his body.

Though he’d been alive for centuries, seeing the tiny life he’d created in front of him made him feel like he’d been reborn. Only this time he didn’t feel like he’d been born as a monster; he’d become something so much better than a fallen angel.

He was a Father.

Shifting his body, he held out his arms as MC slowly passed the baby over. Carefully holding her in his arms, Lillith looked so small against his torso. Lucifer never blinked as he stared into the eyes of his daughter.

He was in complete awe of everything she did. From the tiny little wriggle of her arms to the way she had his looks and yet still resembled her mother to him.

Glancing up at MC, his face finally softened. She gazed at him worried, feeling awful for everything she’d done.

“I’ll accept your apology.” He informed her, “providing you both come home with me.”

Nodding her head, MC let out a deep sigh of relief. Her whole heart suddenly felt like it was at ease as she quickly stepped closer to Lucifer; carefully hugging his side as he held their daughter.

Content filled his heart as he was surrounded by the warmth of his new family. Lucifer hadn’t felt such love in centuries and even now, it was still a completely new kind of love; one that he’d never felt before. He let out a shaky breath as he tilted his body to rest his cheek on MC’s head.

“I suppose I better fetch my brothers.” He breathed, “they’ll be wanting to meet their niece.”

[obeyme-darling]

410 with satan

In a Rut

[Satan x Fem!Reader]

18+! NSFW

Prompt:  “I wouldn't disturb him during his breeding season if I were you.”

A/N: Guess who’s writing something for all the brothers based off this prompt... Asmo is next!!

Satan had been ignoring you for some time now. You were confused but tried to let it roll off your back. That was until you saw him at the library and he completely ignored you. Then you spoke to him, he locked into your stare, you smiled and waved, and he turned the opposite way and walked off.

You sat in the kitchen pouting, munching on a bowl of cereal and sulking like you had never sulked before. Satan had been a pretty nice friend once you had gotten to know him. He would read with you, teach you new things about the Devildom, and you would share your knowledge with him. It wasn’t much, since he was a demon and knew a lot, and you were a mere human with limited knowledge, but he always seemed excited when you told about all your interests and little things you had remembered throughout your life.

“Oh, MC...” Beel walked into the kitchen and saw you sadly eating, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Satan...” You blew out air and shoveled another spoonful into your mouth. “He’s been completely ignoring me! He’s doing it on purpose too!”

“Oh.”

You furrowed your brows. Beel knew something you didn't know. You cocked your head and watched Beel shift a little uncomfortably. “Beel, what is wrong with Satan? Did I do something?”

Belphegor wandered into the kitchen, on a mission. “Beel, what is taking you so long? I’m hungry.”

“I’ve been in here for two minutes? Go back to bed, I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“Look, I’m going to go find Satan, I need to figure out what I did.”

Belphegor, without skipping a beat and without turning towards you, spoke up, “I wouldn't disturb him during his breeding season if I were you.”

“His what?”

Belphegor sighed and turned around. He was not about to go through that with you. Beel gave you a shocked look. Belphegor threw his brother into the wild and was not about to return for him.

“Beel...” You sucked in air, trying to process everything. “What is he talking about?”

“Demons- we uh- we go into these... Ruts? I guess you could compare it to that?”

“So, I did nothing wrong? It’s just his rut?”

“I’m sure you did nothing wrong, you’re a lovely person and Satan adores you.”

Your face flushed. He did not hate you after all. You nodded and let Beel go. Once you finished your cereal you walked back up to your room, pulling out your DDD you began to text Satan. Hoping for some reply. You looked at your sent messages before saying anything.

‘Hey, wanna meet at the library?’

‘I found a new book, you’ve probably read it, but I need to talk about it!’

‘I have no one else to yell about this with...’

Those were over the past few days. No response. Knowing you did nothing wrong now though, hopefully, you wanted to try again.‘Hey, I just wanted to say, whenever you wanna hang out again, we can. I’m not mad about all this.’

Then you waited. You laid down in your bed and began to doze off. Your DDD buzzed beside you, jolting you awake. You wiped drool from your chin and looked at your DDD, finding you had a message.

‘Meet me in the library.’

Your stomach turned. You did not hesitate though. Straightening out your shirt, you stood and made your way to the library. Your bare feet padded down the hall, your footsteps echoing around you.You opened the door to the library and walked in. Nothing. No one. You sighed and stepped further into the room. Your eyes wandered and you crossed your arms. You began to pull your DDD out and message Satan when the library door closed.

“You came.”

You turned and felt your stomach flip. You gave Satan a meek smile and his eyes burned your skin. He looked you up and down, his fingernails digging into his palms. He inhaled sharply and his eyes closed.

“I’m assuming you know.”

“Uh, Belphie told me.”

“Figures.” He took a step towards you.

You were stuck to the floor though. You could not step back, you could not move forward. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Satan’s every move. Muscles tensed as he stopped walking, only a few feet from you now.

Swallowing hard you began to speak, “If now isn’t a good time, we really can-”

“No. You really wanted to see me.”

“I uh, forgot what book I wanted to talk about...” That was not a lie, the thought of Satan being in some rut, absolutely ready to pounce at any given moment was kind of fucking with your head, in a good way.

“Oh, what a shame.” Satan placed his arms behind his back and turned away, “I’d better let you get back to bed then.”

“No!” Your arm went out in front of you, “Wait! Maybe I can- Is there anything I can do to help you?”

You had thought about fucking Satan many times since getting to know him. You had no intentions on acting on that though. But now... the way he was staring, how tense he was, you wanted to do something. He was obviously avoiding you for a reason.

“MC...” Satan kept his back towards you, “you should really go to bed. I would prefer to not harm our special human guest.”

“Oh, uh okay.”

You hadn’t expected to be declined when you offered during a time of need. You did not want to push anything though. You walked past Satan and heard him inhale. Before you could register anything else, you were against a bookshelf, back arched and chest to chest with Satan. Who was now very obviously not in human form anymore.

“Satan...”

“You smell absolutely delectable.” His nose was pressed against your neck and his hands gripped your hips.

“You’re hurting me,” You whined, wiggling against him.

He pulled back and his eyes widened, “Oh I’m sorry, MC, I- You should go.”

“No.” You met his stare and shook your head, “Not if I can help.”

“I can’t risk hurting you.”

“Look,” you placed your hands on his shoulder, under his fluffy boa “you look absolutely feral right now, and that is kinda sexy. I promise, I’ll be okay. You just kinda... shocked me a second ago.”

“Fine.” Satan moved close to you again, “I warned you though.”

Satan pressed his lips to yours, trying his best to not harm you, but as soon as you kissed back he became more ravenous. His hands roamed from your hips to your waist and his nails dug into your shirt, ripping the fabric.

“Fuck-” You mumbled out as Satan moved his lips from yours to your neck. Your skin was burning from Satan’s touch. His warm palms pressed against the soft flesh of your waist and his nails began to scrape at your skin.

“So soft,” Satan nipped at your neck, obviously trying to hold back. “So good.”

Satan could not control himself any longer, he was bursting at the seams to get you undressed and to fuck you. One of his hands moved to your pants and unbuttoned them with precision you definitely did not have.

“Shouldn't we be- maybe we should-” Unable to speak, you just kept panting out unfinished sentences.

“Use your words, love.”

Satan did not back off, he kept at you. You whined and grabbed his wrists, “Maybe we should go to your room.” You finally forced out.

“No time now.”

His voice was hoarse and deeper than you were used to. Satan had lost all control and he was about to fuck you against the bookshelf in the library. That anyone could walk into at any given time. It was time to sleep, so most of the brothers were in their rooms, making you hopeful you would be left alone.

Satan pulled your pants down and you easily kicked them off. You figured it’d be easier to take them off rather than him rip everything off of you and you have to run back to your room naked. He moved to rip off of your bra and you stopped him, somehow.

“No.”

Satan was taken aback. He cocked his head and watched you unclasp your bra and take it off, throwing it to the ground. “Can’t have you ripping my nice clothes, now can I?”

“Fine,” Satan cornered you, his arms going to either side of your head, “take off your underwear. Don’t want to rip such fine articles of clothing.”

Your stomach turned. His pupils were practically slits as he looked down at you. You nodded and quickly kicked off your panties. Satan mumbled a ‘perfect’ under his breath and he eyed you closely. You were so vulnerable and that was suddenly very, very apparent to you. Standing naked in the library in front of a demon who could easily kill you if he wished, waiting to be fucked.

Satan quickly undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor beside yours. And then, he was on you again. “So perfect,” he growled out, “and you’re all mine.” He snatched you closer to him, and his nails dug into your skin again, this time causing you to yelp.

“Shhh,” he grunted, “we can’t let them know we’re in here.”

You nodded and tried to keep quiet. While you were looking up at the ceiling, focusing on being quiet, Satan was preparing you for him. He roughly pushed two fingers into you and, without thinking, you covered your mouth and bit into your palm.

A “Fuck!” was muffled into your hand and tears pricked your eyes. Satan began, very quickly, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your hips rolled into his fingers and your eyes rolled back. Your head rolled forward and hit Satan’s shoulder. You bit down without thinking and felt Satan’s fingers pick up speed.

“Taking me so well-” Satan grunted, his fingers pulling all the way out before pushing all the back in. He really wanted to make sure you were ready for his cock, he was truly being so generous.While moaning and whining into his neck, you began to come undone. Your hips continued to roll into his fingers as a heat formed in your gut. You were shaking and holding onto him so tightly your nails were causing marks to form on his shoulders.You tried your best to keep your voice down, but it was getting hard.

“Bite.”

You followed Satan’s orders and bit down on his neck as you came. Satan’s fingers kept their pace as you rode out your orgasm. You cried, “Please, ah shit!”

“What do you want, love?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whined as Satan pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them while his eyes locked with yours. Chills went down your spine and you felt your legs buckling again.

“You’re so sweet, so innocent,” he snarled the last word.

Satan grabbed your legs and pulled them around his waist as he pushed you further into the bookshelf. A book dug into your back and you let out a cry. Once Satan had you off the ground he walked to the chair in front of the fireplace and easily sat down with you. Your legs were on either side of his and his hands were pushing down on your hips.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself down onto Satan’s cock and sighed. He restrained himself while you grew comfortable around him and gave a few experimental bounces. Once he knew you were okay, he bucked his hips into yours and you gasped.

“Satan!”

You were getting a little too loud. You bit your bottom lip and stared into his eyes, watching him enjoy fucking you. He grabbed your hips and began to move you at the pace he wanted you to go. You may have been on top, but he was still very much so in control.

You ran your hands through his hair and noticed him let out a moan when you touched his horns. He may have been in control, but you were about to turn the tables, even if only briefly. You gently ran your hands up his horns and let out a strangled moan when bucked into you as hard as he could.

“Fuck.” He grunted as you ground into him, “do that again.”

You did as you were told and watched as Satan’s eyes closed and his jaw went slack. You bounced up and down on his cock while you ran your fingertips up and down his horns.

“So obedient for me.” He groaned, one of his hands running from your hip and up to your ribs, ever so softly. It was your turn to moan.You struggled to keep up with Satan. He seemed like he was still holding back somewhat, and you were still fighting to keep up. You pressed your forehead against his and let out soft, muffled moans as you bit your lip.

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well, you’re such a good girl.” Satan whispered, sending you over the edge.

Your body was rocking against his, shaking as you came undone. Your nails raked down his shoulders and you let out a loud moan, almost not caring anymore if someone heard you. Satan thrusted into you, growling and snarling as he finally came. He slowed down, but did not pull his cock from you. He did not let you move. He held you still for a moment, his forehead against yours and both of your eyes closed. Your breathing was shallow and ragged and his breaths were slow and deep.

Your phone began to buzz and Satan finally let you move. You stumbled across the library to your phone and picked it up. It was Lucifer.

‘Are you with Satan?!’

“Who is it?”

“Lucifer. I think he knows.”

You began to struggle to get dressed, you did not want Lucifer walking in on your naked ass. You were panicking. Lucifer surely would not want you fucking any of them while they were like this, and yet...

“Slow down.” Satan walked over to you, “we can just go to my room-”

“Oh you aren’t- this wasn’t a one time thing?”

“No.”

You lit up. You were practically rushing to get ready and head up to Satan’s room. You were tired, but you were all up for helping Satan, if this was what he needed.

[beelsnack]

XBSBSBSJDJX hewwo can I uhh request the brothers reactions/them dealing w an MC who's just. Vv affectionate? They just like to shower all of the brothers in praise nd compliments nd physical affection. They're just like. A classic deredere.

I’ll be honest with you friend, I had no idea what a deredere was, I had to look it up. I feel like I have to turn in my weeb card now.

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Lucifer: "You're so beautiful."

For a moment, the compliment stunned him. Sure, people had been entranced by his appearance since before the Celestial War. But to hear it said so randomly, so sincerely...

"What do you want?" They were probably digging for brownie points, his brothers did it all the time. He regarded them coolly out of the corner of his eye as he continued scribbling away at the report he was working on.

They pushed themselves off of the door frame where they had been leaning and made their way over to his desk. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you." 

Then, the brazen little imp that they were, they approached from behind his chair and draped their arms around his shoulder in a hug.

The sudden warmth and weight of them caused his brain to go offline. Most people, demons, witches or otherwise, were terrified to be in his presence, and here was this fragile little human embracing him like he was a stuffed toy.

He...didn’t hate it.

Mammon: “Why do you look so excited?”

They hadn’t even left the grounds of the House of Lamentation yet and already the human was practically skipping down the street. Satan had asked Mammon to go pick up some ingredients for dinner, and then had asked the human to go with him to “keep him in line.” Cheeky little brats, both of them.

“Because,” the human grinned up at him, the picture of pure joy as they latched on to both of his hands. “I don’t get to spend much time with you one-on-one. So any time spent with my First Demon makes me happy.”

Somewhere in the back of his brain there was the sound of glass shattering. Mammon felt heat creep up his neck and ears as his heartbeat kicked into high gear as he tried to process just how damn cute that was.

“You - I - what - g’ah, cut the sappy shit and let’s just go already!”

He started walking again, still holding on to one of their hands.

Leviathan: “Come on, come on, come on ,come on...yes!!”

With an unearthly shriek, the final boss fell to the ground in a mass of oily black smoke and writhing tentacles.After hours of grinding, Levi and the human watching their score tally up on the results screen.

“Whoa!! New world record!” Levi cried out as the graphic flashed on the screen. “We just destroyed the top score by a good ten thousand points!”

“We did it, Levi!” 

They apparently had gotten caught up in the moment and forgot about Levi’s aversion to physical contact. In their excitement, they flung their arms around his neck and gave him a victory hug.

Levi’s arms and lap were suddenly full of very warm and very 3D human, and he could practically feel the sparks shooting out of his ears as Levi.exe tried to process the sensory imput.

“Oh, sorry!” just as quickly as they had tackled him, they drew back, and, surprisingly, Levi found himself missing the warmth. “I forgot about the no touchy rule!”

The heat from his face was probably enough to boil the water in Henry’s tank. “I-I...um...s-since this is a special occasion, I suppose I c-can forgive you...”

Satan: “...and make sure to step out of the circle before finishing it, or else you could get caught in the middle of an inferno.”

The human stared at the notebook in front of them intently. Magical circles were complex, and after a while all of them started to look the same, so of course they went to Satan when they needed help studying.

With an elegant flick of his wrist, Satan finished his example drawing. “And there you go. Does that help at all?”

“Yes, absolutely!” they smiled gratefully, leaning their head against his shoulder. “You’re so smart, Satan, I knew you were the one to go to.”

The compliment made him blush slightly, but he liked to think that he had good control of his facial expressions. “You flatter me.”

“Is it flattery if it’s true?”

“Accurate flattery is still flattery.” he laughed. wrapping an arm around their shoulder and pulling them closer against him. “But you’re welcome. Anytime you need help, come to me.”

Asmodeus: “See, I told you that color would look great on you!”

The human studied themself in the mirror, turning this way and that to get all of the angles. “Wow, I definitely never would have picked this for myself. You really are a fashion genius, Asmo!”

“Aw, thank you, darling!” he hopped up from his seat on his bed. “Not that I don’t get that a lot, but it means more coming from you.”

“You just have to get that brag in there, don’t you?” they teased, latching onto his arm.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t,” Asmo let them hang on his arm like he was their escort. “It’s part of my charm!”

Beelzebub: “Do you like it?”

The human gulped down the mouthful of soup and grinned up at him. “Beel, this is amazing! You’re the best cook ever, I swear.”

Beel smiled back. “I’m glad, I tried really hard not to eat it all before you got to have some.”

“Mm,” they took another bite. “Who needs Hell’s Kitchen, you’re cooking is way better!”

“Well,” Beel blushed. That was a pretty big compliment. “The chef’s there do share a lot of their recipes with me, so...”

“Yeah, but it’s better when you make it!”

“I don’t really do much different though.”

“Food always tastes better when it’s made by someone you love.”

...Well then. Now Beel was definitely blushing.

Belphegor: He’d fallen asleep.

Not that this was a rare occurrence, but he hadn’t planned on passing out in the human’s bed while they were studying. Something about their voice, their scent, their warmth was just really soothing, he couldn’t help it.

Speaking of warmth...

“Are you awake now, Belphie?”

Slowly but surely, he became aware of his surroundings. While he was asleep, the human had placed his head in their lap, continuing to read over the study guide while they played with his hair.

“Nope.” he snuggled closer to them. “Not for long, anyway. Feels too nice...”

“Sorry,” they laughed sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it, you looked too cute.”

“Only you would call a demon cute.”

[astaroth1357]

IT'S RAINING (DEMON) MEN!!!

I asked my sister for a prompt to get my creativity going. She played this song. Nuff said.

Intro:

It's been two months since the MC went back to the human world, and the demon boys are getting desperate to see their human… How desperate are we talking? Desperate enough to try their hands at some questionable sanctioned magic to get themselves to the human world... Good news is, they'll get there!

Just probably not in the way they expected. 🤷‍♀️🤭

Lucifer

He is going to KILL Mammon the next time he gets a hold of him…

He had no intention of taking an impromptu trip to the human world. He actually has clearance to go there when he needs to, thank you, so he didn't need to use any underhanded tricks to go between realms...

But he had made the mistake of walking too carelessly into Mammon's room while looking for a book he stole and stepped on a sigil half-obscured by an old pizza box…

...which is how he ended up falling from the Devildom to the human world at an unimaginable speed. It was like someone was yanking him to the Earth by the goddamn foot!

The unsuspecting MC was just out window shopping when suddenly an empty parked car across the street was utterly decimated by his falling body…

Of course, HE was fine, but that poor car never stood a chance… 😣 They had to help Lucifer pry himself out from the caved-in metal…

While he watched the MC fuss and try to brush all the broken glass off of him, Lucifer had only three things in mind:

(1) They look so cute when they're worried about him for practically no reason...

(2) Since he's already here, he may as well keep them company for… oh, a couple days at least?; and

(3) He was going to punish Mammon slightly less brutally than usual this time… May just fling him into a car too and leave it at that. 😌

Mammon

Okay, Mammon isn't stupid. He can do magic, he swears!!

He's just… rusty. Yeah. That. 🙄

That's the only reason the sigil that he haphazardly drew in his bedroom flung him to the human world like a catapult instead of neatly teleporting him like it was supposed to...

When the MC woke up that morning, they heard something familiar… Sad, pitiful little cries for help from outside their bedroom window….

Really only one person sprang right to their mind.

When they ran out to check, they indeed found Mammon tangled up in a tree like a wooden spider's web... He wasn't even facing upright!

It took them a half hour to detangle their poor demon from the tree… They almost gave up halfway through and had to call the fire department to pull him out like a trapped kitten... 🤦‍♀️

To say that Mammon was pretty clingy after they got him down hardly covers it. They were now his savior! (Yet again)

They had better not have any plans for the next day or two because he's going to want to spend every second he can with them… 

Or at least until Lucifer finds him and drags him back home by the back of the neck… 😰 (Hope they don't mind housing this figurative fugitive for a while…)

Leviathan

So in his defense, he didn't actually think the "Return to Lover" spell he saw on TSL would work, but he got so desperate to see MC again that he half-jokingly tried it one night...

Unfortunately for him, he also forgot that Simeon tends to use a lot of real-world influences in his writing, so… 😥

He hadn't wanted to be dragged to the human world quite so violently, and let's say he is NOT a graceful faller (arm flailing, girly screaming, spinning all over the place, etc.). 

Only when the smell of beach sand and sea salt hit his nose did he begin to calm down a little and get a good look at the surroundings he was hurtling towards… The ocean!

Video game logic dictates that if you land in water, you should be fine, right?? (Well, that's not how it works in real life, but when you're in a super sturdy demon body, there can be expectations 🤷‍♀️)

The MC was not expecting someone to splash down into the water next to them like they fell out of Heaven, nor for them to enter the water with the poise of an Olympic high diver…

They REALLY weren't expecting to see Levi surface beside them, demon form in the all it's sea serpent-y glory, totally stoked that the stupid thought he had actually brought him to them!

… Of course, he also has no idea how to get back, but who actually cares about that?? Lucifer will figure out he's not in his room eventually. For now, there wasn't anything in the ocean or beyond that could separate the MC from their adorkable otaku… 🤭

Satan

Okay. Teleportation magic is hard. Very, very hard. It basically requires bypassing several different physical laws by breaking down one's essence into a transmigrational-uh...

Whatever, the point is it's difficult, and mistakes happen even to the best of us.

Satan genuinely thought he triple-checked the symbols on his sigil… He must have made a crooked stroke or forgot a step in completing the seal properly… Either way, the spell he intended to bring him right to MC might have made a… slight miscalculation.

Rather than effortlessly stepping out beside them, he found himself hurtling towards the human world like a falling comet… If he hadn't known a few spells that could slow down his fall, he'd have had a pretty nasty meet with the ground... 😣

The MC was visiting a local park when pretty much everyone in their vicinity heard the sound of trees rapidly snapping nearby. At first, they were concerned it was a large animal… and then Satan stumbled out covered in twigs and leaves!

They, of course, ran over to see if he was alright, and the cheeky bastard just denied that anything had gone wrong. "Apparently," this was all according to plan… 

(Truthfully, he'd rather call Mammon some unsung genius than admit that he got the spell wrong, even if it was complex… 🙄)

Truthfully, Satan wasn't going to try making a return sigil for a while, so at least he and MC could be together for a time! Do they know if there were any cat cafes nearby??

Asmodeus

Asmo was PISSED at Solomon, furious even because he wouldn't help him sneak away to go see his beloved human! Didn't he know how hard the distance was on him?? The nerve!!! 😤

So, to him, it only seemed fair to steal some of the sorcerer's tomes and equipment… If he wouldn't help him in person, he could at least (unknowingly) do so in spirit!

… He just wasn't expecting the spells to be that difficult. Asmo is decent enough at magic, but some of those explanations were honestly beyond him… They bordered well into Satan or even Lucifer territory...

He tried his best, he really did, but the gentle teleportation that he was after actually flung him to the human world like he had been shot out of a cannon…! And while it was raining in the human world too!! 😫

The MC was walking home in the rain, umbrella and everything, when they heard screaming from the sky...

Thankfully, Asmo remembered just enough magic to cushion his fall… But that didn't save him from landing right into a massive puddle right next to the MC, effectively soaking them both.

On any other day, he'd have been angry that his expensive clothes were covered in rainwater, but that day? The second he saw the MC was there (and also tastefully soaked in water 😏), he just flung himself at them with a squeal of delight!

The MC had to convince him to let them get inside before they got too cold, but every step of the way was full of laughter and cuddles between the two of them...

Asmo would have to call Solomon to fess up to his theft, but hey, he got to see MC out of it! The bruised tailbone and ruined clothes were more than worth a treat like that.

Beelzebub

Beel genuinely wasn't intending to go to the human world; he really wasn't. He hated the distance like everyone else, but he knew better than to mess with magic that dangerous…

What happened was that he was walking by Satan's room one day and he smelt something inside… apples. A lot of them. He just couldn't help himself…

He didn't know that Satan was using those apples as test subjects for his teleportation magic… Unfortunately, the first fruit that he grabbed actually put him right smack dab in the middle of an incomplete sigil…

Beel kind of blacked out for whatever happened during the next part, it happened really fast, but it was the smell of more apples that woke him back up… and pears, peaches, pineapples, plums-

It's a farmer's market. Beel fell into the apple stand of a farmer's market….

The MC was out shopping there when they heard two things: the screams of shock and horror from the end of the market and a familiar voice shouting, "I'M HUNGRY!!!"

Of course they ran towards the screaming, defying all survival instincts (because who else are we talking about here?) and found Beel, mid-rampage, eating every scrap of food he could get his hands on…

But he actually stopped when he heard them shout his name. That's right, he stopped eating right then and there to turn and see them in the crowd... Oh, the smile that popped up on his face could have reignited a sun!

Beel had no idea how he got there and even less idea of getting back, so the MC had to eventually call Lucifer. They did get to spend the day with their gentle giant, though! (Just don't mention the massive bill for all the fruit he ate… 😣)

Belphegor

So here's the story. Belphie was sleeping in the library, as he sometimes does, and the next thing he knew, he was free-falling through the sky.

No, he didn't know what happened either. Maybe he rolled onto a stray sigil Satan left behind. Perhaps he was accidentally summoned to the human world. Mayhaps he even dreamed about MC so hard that it broke a rift in space-time to try and bring the two together... 

Who the hell knows? His more pressing concern was less how he got up there and more where he would end up.

Unfortunately for him, all he could see below him was a human residential area, and even worse yet, it looked like he was hurtling towards someone's roof… The MC's roof, to be exact!

MC was incredibly lucky to have already been up and starting their morning routine when the seventh-born came crashing onto their bed. Who knows how much damage he could have done if he had landed on them...??

That didn't change their shock to see Belphie, covered in plaster and wood fragments, sitting himself up while looking more annoyed to have been woken up than that he… you know... crashed through their roof...

He was grateful to have popped up close to them because it would have been pretty awkward to land in some random human's room. The MC was… less enthused that they now had some significant repairs to do.

Smooth-talker he is, Belphie not only managed to convince them that Lucifer would take care of the payment (which he would) but also not to call him just yet. Not until he could get himself cleaned off and maybe have a nap or two… Say, they weren't going anywhere today, right? Good. 😏

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