#diavolo supporting drunk Lucifer

[pseudonymphomania]

By your side.

Original 2023-Sept

[bloomries]

I'm not sure if you write angst or not, but if you do can you write the brothers (separately) and mc get into a big argument like a very heated one and the brothers says something like "im so fucking tired of you blah blah blah the next time i see you better be at your funeral" and then like a few hours later mc either dies or is like almost dead but survives you can pick 🫶🏿🫶🏿 FEEL FREE TO MODIFY(?) MY REQUEST AT ALL !! you don't have to write all of the brothers

regretting his words.

includes : lucifer, mammon, satan, and belphegor.

summary : getting into a fight with ___, him basically telling you he wishes you were dead, but he'll soon find himself regretting those words when you get fatally injured.

warnings : gn! reader. heavy angst. serious & intense arguments. death (reader dies/nearly dies).

note : thank you for the request! i totally didn't cry i did! i don't write angst often, so i'm not sure how good it is but i hope that it suffices! please enjoy!

LUCIFER

You were just happily chatting away, telling Lucifer about your day when he slammed his hands on his desk, standing up abruptly as he glares at you with those terrifying red eyes. "Stop. Speaking." His voice echoes off the walls.

"W- What-"

"I said, stop speaking. Fuck, all you do is talk. I can't wait for the day you finally cease that incessant yapping!" You're too stunned to say anything else, faltering between wanting to cry and to yell, instead Lucifer continues. "Leave, now! And don't come back unless you decide you can be quiet." He points to the door, and you scamper off without a word.

If he had known that would be the last time he got to hear about your day, he would've bit his tongue and set his pen down to listen. However, he stands beside your lifeless body, staring at it with a bitter taste in his mouth. Was this... his fault?

If he hadn't shouted for you to leave, then you wouldn't have left the house, and wouldn't have been attacked by a drunk demon. "H... How- How do we get them back-" He lifts his head to look up at Diavolo, who hesitates.

Oh.

There was no getting you back. "No... W- We brought them back before, we can do it again. Do it again!" He demanded, although when he realized how loud his voice got, he faltered. Yelling, again. Why was he always yelling? He can't remember...

Diavolo leaves, to give Lucifer some time to process and time to say what goodbyes he needs to. The moment the door closes, Lucifer drops to his knees, holding back tears as he lightly holds your hand. "I- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Tell me, please. Tell me about your day, I want to hear it. Please." Despite the desperation in his hoarse voice, no words are given back to him, and he realizes he'll have to come to terms with the fact he'll never hear your voice again.

MAMMON

"Get off of me," Mammon shoves you away, sneering at your pleading expression. "If ya don't wanna support me then just go." You knew it would be a hard task, to get the demon of greed to stop gambling, but you had tried relentlessly either way.

"Mammon, I just think-"

"Here we go again, I don't wanna hear your naggin' again, 'kay?" You rush to grab hold of his arm, holding him back from leaving.

"Please, just stay in and-"

"Fuck, can you get off? I'm so fuckin' tired of this shit," His eyes glowed as he glared down at you, anger coursing through his veins, "I don't wanna see ya again, not less it's at your funeral, got it? Now just leave me be," He finally shook you off and left, slamming the door and leaving you in darkness.

Darkness that Mammon would soon return to, only the apartment he left you at was set ablaze. His heart was hammering in his chest as he rushed past the crowd, swerving through the fire despite the cries from the crowd for him to stop.

Pushing open the door, his heart hammered in his chest as he seen you, on the ground. He couldn't care about the smoke, even as he hacks his lungs out, as he checks your vitals desperately.

You were still alive, although barely. As he picks you up, a paper falls out of your hand. He picks it up and his world stops moving.

'Next time we'll kill them. Pay your debts.' He knew exactly who it was from, those damned witches. Cursing under his breath, he carries you out of the burning building, and on the ride to the hospital, he's blubbering apology after apology, begging for your forgiveness, even though you've yet to wake.

SATAN

"You can't do anything right, can you?" Satan hisses out, snatching the book in your hand away from you. You thought you'd try and be helpful, to organize his books for him since it had gotten so messy, but instead you were met with his fury. "Damn it, you messed everything up!" He groans at the sight of his books being put back in their place. He had a system! And you ruined it.

"I have to reorganize all of this now!" He swiped all the books you had put on the shelf off, them all clattering to the ground with heavy thuds. You slowly backed yourself towards the door. "The only thing you knew how to do right was die." The memory of dying by his brothers hand was painful, but nearly as painful as his words.

You choke on a sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I- I'm sorry," You whimper out, before leaving. It takes Satan a few hours to calm down, and once he does, he feels incredibly guilty. He should apologize, he decides, embarrassed as he opens the door- only to be met with a frantic household.

"Satan! There you are! What the hell!" Mammon is the first to notice Satan and his confusion.

"What's going on?" Satan asks, peering down the hall. "Where is [Y/n]?" Mammon falters, awkwardly shifting in place.

"No one told you...?" Satan gave him a look that read 'told-me-what?' and Mammon frowns, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"They got into an accident. We're all heading to the hospital but..." Satan's heart sinks at the grim look Mammon holds. "It doesn't sound good, s- so hurry!"

An accident? You got into an accident? He doesn't bother to wait for his brothers, rushing to where you're being held, and when he gets to you... Your body is bruised and battered, and your vitals are weak but at the very least stable.

"No... Please, no..." He takes your hand in his, "Y- You have to wake up, okay? So I can apologize properly, so you can hate him. I need you to wake up and hate me, okay? Curse me, hex me, I don't care just wake up..." He holds back the bile crawling up his throat. "Don't die, I can't... I didn't mean it. I can't lose you, so please... Don't die."

BELPHEGOR

"Damn it, when you came back I should've just killed you again." He grumbled, swatting your hand away. He rolls over in his bed, his back facing you. "Stupid humans, good for nothin'..." Belphegor grumbles, closing his eyes. He just wants to sleep now.

"You're so mean..." You hold back tears, going to leave. "I'm not gonna bother to ask you if you wanna join ever again!" You huff, and he rolls his eyes, snuggling further into his bed.

"Don' care, never talk to me again for all I care." With that, you left (promptly slamming the door) and he fell asleep without a care.

And it's not until he's being shaken that he wakes again. "Damn it, wake up, Belphie..."

"Ugh, I thought you said you weren't gonna talk to me anymore," He groans, slapping at the hand shaking him. Except, as he wakes up some more, he realizes it's not your voice but Asmodeus. "Huh? Oh, I thought you were..." Belphie's words die in his throat at the tear-snot drenched face Asmodeus had. "What-"

"You idiot!" Asmodeus shrieks, "Do you even know what's going on? Of course you don't!" Belphie rolls his eyes, thinking Asmo is being dramatic again.

"I don't have time for this-"

"They died." Belphegor freezes, his blood running cold. "They died, and it's all your fault! If you had just joined us, then that dumbass demon would've been too scared to approach 'em, and wouldn't have hurt 'em!" Wait hold on... You died? No, this had to be some dumb prank, right? Right!?

"Asmo, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Come downstairs and see for yourself!" Belphie follows apprehensively, and sure enough, there you lay, in your bed as if you were asleep, but you weren't. He couldn't hear your heart, that heartbeat that always lulled him into his most peaceful slumbers.

"No, not again..." His hands were shaking as he approached you, "How could I... I did... this?" He looks at his brothers, who shamefully turn away from his gaze. "No, I... I was just sleeping... I..." Tears spill down his cheeks. Curses and shouts erupt from him as he flips your desk, throwing memorabilia, and the such- energy his brothers haven't seen from him in quite some time. It was going to be a while before he accepted your death, once again dying because of him— And this time, there was no reset option.

[devildomditzy]

I fear mammon would be the most likely to end up with a strange tattoo. Specifically, one that looks like a mix of MC and Zach Galifianakis.

Anon, I just need you know how old that reference made me feel.

And yes, he would.

But! I actually headcannon this one to be Satan.

Mammon or Asmo would be too predictable. But Satan, well...

Link to the event post

"Hurts, doesn't it?", you question sitting next to the fourth born on his bed as he sits up very slowly, gripping his head.

"Here, take this", you say offering out your hand which held a glass filled with a mystery concoction for him to drink, in which he tries to decline, waving your hand away.

That party at The Fall went on much longer than you or any of the others had anticipated. You hadn't planned on going out, and neither did Satan. But, Asmo's incessant nagging mixed with Mammon's pleas had worn down on the both of you, causing +2 to be added to Team Party.

The booze were free, if you recall correctly. Something about a wrap party on a film that was shooting, and Asmo was good friends with the main actress. You're not going to lie, your head is pretty blurry too. But, what you were feeling looked like seemingly nothing next to Satan's hangover.

You sigh at his refusal, grabbing his arm yourself and forcing the glass into his hands.

"Drink", you command him, maybe not even realizing it was a command.

He sits up further in his bed, squinting his eyes open to stare at the glass of swirling, shimmering silver liquid. His voice comes out strained, "What the hell is that?".

"I'm actually not sure", you look down at the glass almost just as hesitantly. Seeing how heavily it was affecting him, you'd gone to Solomon and asked him to whip up something to help Satan out. You just silently pray to Diavolo that whatever he 'whipped' up that lie in the blonde's hands was a potion and not his attempt at a smoothie or something. That'd surely kill him.

He shoots you a questioning look, to which you respond with the sorcerer's name and a shrug of your shoulders. "But you want to feel better right?".

He gives one more unsure glance at the glass before downing the mixture as quickly as possible, slamming the cup down on his nightstand, shuttering at the aftertaste.

"So", you ask, "now that you're conscious, mind telling me where you ran off to last night?".

One second he sat next to you, accepting another shot from a waitress who brought little glasses around on a serving tray, and the next he was MIA. You swear you only looked away for a minute, so where could he have gone?

Concerned, you grabbed his brothers from the dance floor, having them help you search around the building. When none of you found him, you expanded your search to the downtown area, but there was no sign of the demon of wrath.

Running out of leads, the three of you traveled back to the House of Lamentation with the intention of telling Lucifer about the predicament, only to find Satan passed out in his bed.

"Did you just come home to sleep? Why didn't you tell any of us. I didn't think you were that drunk".

He tries to fully sit up now, interrupting himself with a hiss of pain. "I don't remem-", he grunts now, grabbing his left side, causing you to panic.

"What's wrong?", you begin examining him, a hand falling on his back for support. "Are you alright?".

"I don't know. It feels like my skin's been stung, and"

Once again he stops talking as he lifts that part of his shirt to look at the source of the pain.

Your face falls.

His face falls.

"Satan."

"I have absolutely no idea where this came from."

"How long have you had this?"

"I told you, I have no recollection of ever getting... that.'

You stare at the words emblazoned right above his hip. In a fancy, cursive font, adorned with cat paws and hearts, was unmistakably your name.

"Huh. Well, I'm flattered", you boast, trying your best not to burst out laughing as his face begins glowing in both anger and embarrassment. "So that must have been where you went. I've got to say Satan, I never took you as the tattoo type."

"I'm not!", he yells over sad attempt to hide your giggles, turning his face to the side to hide his very obvious blush.

"But... I guess.... if it were anything... I'm glad its your name."

Now it was your turn to blush. "W-well c'mon, lets go see about getting it removed then", you start as you begin to get up from the bed, flustered.

"Wait", he grabs your arm to stop you from leaving. "I must admit, I kind of like it. Would you mind if I kept it?".

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Peak relationship dynamic is when MC gets designated as Lucifer's bff who he calls up to drink wine and complain about boy trouble with

Stopping them on the stairs to complain about how Diavolo is keeping secrets from him

Riding the ferris wheel together so Lucifer can get some privacy to talk about how much he cares about Diavolo

Dragging them along because he needs advice on how to apologise to Diavolo

Getting drunk and calling MC to bitch about the other men in Diavolo's life pouting and whining because Diavolo liked Barbatos's cookies

Trying to bake cookies while wasted so that he can impress Diavolo and using MC as a taste tester and MC trying their best to be supportive even though Lucifer's creation should be burnt in a pit

MC bringing up the cookie thing much much later (in a whole other event) in true bestie fashion and Lucifer dodging the question when asked about them (also the implication that he's been practicing making them and that MC knows)

Lucifer being visibly put out when he finds out Diavolo & Mephisto still meet regularly for lunch/dinner and MC (probably knowing if they go home now they'll have to deal with the fallout of that à la The Barbatos Cookie Incident) jumping at the chance for them and Lucifer to crash the dinner date and essentially cockblock Mephisto

MC walking in on Lucifer working customer service in an embarrassing outfit, while having to put on an equally embarrassing act for customers and, much to Lucifer's horror as he desperately tries to hide, gleefully waving Diavolo over when they see him

MC saying Diavolo was Lucifer's type in the group chat and Lucifer getting pissed off

Out of context, Lucifer texting MC to let them know he can't come home for dinner because by the look Diavolo was giving him he wouldn't be getting out of that meeting till morning the next day has the same energy as texting bestie to tell them not to wait up for you cos you're gonna get your back snapped (<3)

MC & Lucifer both barely tolerating Mephisto for different reasons (reasons that, for both of them, are at least partially because of a boy) and sure they're never shown dissing him together but can you imagine. The level of snark!? MC and Lucifer looking at Mephisto like:

[kuroo-hitsuji]

This is a prompt to talk about Lucifer and Satan purring (!!!!!) and body types??

Woo thank you !!

Starting with body types bc i think it will be shorter than the purring (i have. Many thoughts about the purring lmao). They're admittedly not drastically different from the models, I'm constantly at war with my brain between Canon Compliance and creative liberties ahzhsjxh but its a lot of smaller details, i hope its not disappointing at all orz

Lucifer - ironically his body type is the most difficult one for me to describe shdhhd he's just kind of a Fit Guy tm. Like he's got decently defined muscles and the slight dorito shape from his shoudlers/chest to his waist that you expect from anime men lmao. But he's not shredded, no washboard abs or anything (but relatively toned still, could be a six-pack if he's deliberately flexing lmao), the most defined muscles are in his arms and chest, primarily. Also he's got long-ass legs, idk why he is just ⅔ leg and i cannot unsee it

Satan - lean muscle and pretty boxy, the shoulder to waist to hip ratio isn't all that drastic, not a lot of chest muscle and again lean but not shredded ab region (using the flexing concept again I'd put him at a 4 pack lol) but also more visibly defined than Lucifer's at rest as well due to a slightly lower fat percentage. Also he has like no ass and I'll die on this hill (the first obey me post i ever saw was someone calling him out for having a flat ass in a chat picture and it has stuck with me the entire 4 years 💀 not slander btw we support all booties here). He's just very square/rectangle coded in my mind for inexplicable reasons

Demons purring is a headcanon I'm constantly dying to talk about Thank You 🙏 i hope these are actually like afjsjg decently coherent, they got long (as expected but still)

Lucifer - witnessing him purr at all is Exceptional rare (hearing it is even less common) for a combination of reasons that mostly boil down to his general commitment to his reputation and him being reluctant to show vulnerability at most times (and in this specific case its exacerbated by the fact that he was not Always a demon and the ability to purr in the first place is relatively foreign to him). He's put in the work to keep a handle on it as much as he can, and to keep it silent when he can't (control, control, control), and outside of him practicing that alone the most common instances of it happening have been when he's with MC, or when he's Very drunk and in good/safe company (diavolo, primarily. Lucifer is still hesitant to fully drop his facade with him, but it's been slowly melting away over the centuries. Diavolo does his absolute best not to call attention to the purring in the very rare instance that he even notices it occurring, but it is an absolutely herculean feat for him lmao). Generally the only time it's at all audible is with MC, in those rare perfect moments that let him feel safe and cozy enough to fully relax, often with the help of cuddling and petting his hair, wings, or the base of his horns. Even then it's quiet, a low, deep rumble somewhere between what you'd expect from a panther or other big cat (if they were actually able to purr) and the kind of sound a small tremor of an earthquake makes, where you might not realize you're even hearing anything at first but you can Feel your eardrums vibrating anyways.

Satan - also purrs very infrequently, for a few similar reasons but also wildly different ones. He's more accustomed to it as a general ability, having never had a body that was unable to purr in the first place, but he's still not incredibly familiar with it for a while. He did it instinctively as a self-soothing method at first, back when he was still out of control and would get locked in his room for the safety of himself and others, doing it less the more he gets a hold on his wrath, associating it with the consequences of a loss of control rather than positive emotions. It's not until he becomes attached to and knowledgeable about cats that he starts seeing it in a different light, eventually allowing himself to give into the urge to purr occasionally without feeling bad about it, but with this a different problem arises: having something so in common with cats has him almost too giddy, to the extent that when he starts purring he struggles to stop, so he still represses it most of the time. He purrs most often completely alone in his room where there will be minimal consequences to him getting stuck in a happy-stim feedback loop for an hour or two if it does happen, and he's still a bit embarrassed about the idea of this happening in front of MC for a good while, but not totally against it.

His purr tends to be a bit stilted and not particularly deep in pitch, waves of it more clearly following his breathing. It's not loud but its not really quiet either, and he's never really been successful at trying to control anything about it other than completely suppressing it, adding to the list of reasons he can't do it stealthily in day to day life as some other demons might be able to (purring loudly in public is seen as vaguely inappropriate, not really in a big way but kind of the same vibes as crying in public in most human settings. You won't get in trouble or anything but its one of those things most people feel more comfortable with keeping private).

I think I covered everything but if not I'll probably end up adding anything I couldve missed whenever i actually remember it lol

Thanks again for the chance to infodump :)

[projectbluearcadia]

Coming Soon to Lucifer Central

"My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR"

Premise: Lucifer gets drunk during a celebration with Diavolo and comes home to you to cheesily gush about how much he loves you, both emotionally and physically. (Please drink responsibly even if Luci sometimes doesn't.)

Published

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE COLLEGE STUDENTS (AND THOSE GRADUATING OF COURSE!) READING MY WORK!

YOU'VE DONE A GREAT JOB THIS YEAR! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

[ As well as the beginning of the finale to the longass LuciAnne Saga ]

"The Heart I Possess" Prologue -> Published

[sassykattery]

Rites and Rituals, Pt. 3

Oh, to plan a wedding.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Suggestive material, mention of sex but no actual smut, explicit language. Use of gendered spousal terms, use of gendered terms of endearment [i.e. princess, mistress, ma'am]. Mention of blood and grotesque ritual but not terribly graphic.

Themes: Romance. Sex. Traditions. Wedding planning. LuciferxMC, DiavoloxMC. Crack/Humor.

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy

"Lucifer," you called out, walking into the eldest's office. It was a few weeks after your birthday, and you walked in with your red binder. He immediately sighed when he saw it: it was your wedding planning binder.

"No," he said simply.

Midnight blue vapors bloomed behind you, "Come again?" You asked, smiling, eyes crinkling.

"I mean, no, I haven't thought about the colors you showed me yesterday. Sorry, my dove," he replied quickly. How is she simultaneously sexy and intimidating like that? He thought to himself.

"That's fine, I wanted to ask you something, or rather, I want to explain it and then see what you think," you stated, pulling a chair next to his behind his desk as the vapors immediately dissipated. You set the binder down and folded your arms. "So, I wanted to know if you wanted groomsmen for your ceremony?"

"What are those?"

"Well, typically they are people you're close with that stand with you at the altar. It's somewhat like your support group," you explained.

"Ah, I guess that would be my brothers," he replied.

"The old tradition is that they would help you fight off any suitors that wished to kidnap the bride, me in this case, and upheave the wedding, either for me or for money, or both," you replied.

"Nevermind," he scoffed. "They would be the ones trying to kidnap you."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "As I said, that's the old tradition. Nowadays, they just help celebrate the groom by throwing him a party and make sure he shows up to the wedding, albeit usually drunk or hungover." Your gaze shifted over, eyes narrowed, "If you show up in such a state, I will be upset," you added.

"Yes ma'am," Lucifer replied, smirking.

"Now, about those colors..." You flipped open your binder onto Lucifer's work, showing him again what you were thinking. He growled and shut your binder, sliding it and everything else off his desk, sitting you up onto it.

"I have a better idea," he murmured, popping the buttons open on your blouse.

You chuckled but said in a pouty voice, "But Luci baby, I wanted to–"

"Are you saying you don't want me?" He asked playfully.

"Nevermind," you said, crashing your lips into his and spreading your legs for him to step in between. There went the afternoon, but it was well spent.

---

"Oh, Diavolo~," you sang out, entering his office semi-unannounced. He instantly saw the black binder and sighed, putting away his documents, knowing what was about to happen. You had two separate binders, one for each ceremony, and this one was for his side.

"Yes, dear?" He replied patiently, turning to face you.

"I have a question," you stated.

"And what is it?"

"What do you want me to wear? At the ceremony?"

"Ah, well..." he hesitated, actually giving it some thought. He realized that you actually asked what he wanted you to wear, and a series of sly remarks first came up, but he sifted through those, not looking to be at the wrong end of that binder.

"I suppose I'm not terribly picky," he finally answered, hoping it was the right one. "Why?"

"Well, sometimes the bride chooses a dress and doesn't let the groom see it until she's walking down the aisle, but I wanted to know if you had a preference or if there was something special I needed to wear," you explained.

Diavolo pulled you onto his lap, setting the binder on his desk for you. "Nothing in particular has to be worn, per se. But it has to be spectacular," he stated.

"Would you expect anything less?" You teased.

"From you? I only expect the most grandiose ideas you can muster," he replied smoothly.

"So definitely this then?" you opened the binder and pointed to a photo of a gown that was entirely made of illusion fabric, showing all of the skin underneath. He immediately snapped his head to you.

"I think that might be best for what we do after the ceremony," he murmured, cupping your jaw and pulling you in for a fiery kiss. A blush graced your cheeks at that thought.

You pulled away. "Are you saying no to that one? I was hoping for a different answer..." you pouted. His eyes went wide, panicking. You chuckled and shook your head. "I'm teasing. I just wanted to see your reaction to that one. Do you want to see what I end up choosing?" He looked down at the rest of the gowns you had photos of.

"I think I'd like to be surprised. Every time you've dressed up, I'm always impressed with your choices. Although, I should add, these gowns are premade from what I can tell. We can get a designer to create you something custom, if you'd like," Diavolo stated.

"Custom? Isn't that expensive?" you asked quietly.

"Expensive?" He almost sounded offended. "Darling, you do know who you're marrying, yes? Nothing is too expensive for my princess," he murmured, pulling you back in for another kiss. "If there's something you want..." he said, pausing to kiss you again, "... you get it, and don't worry about anything else." Another kiss. "I want you to have every luxury you could possibly want. Let me give you that much, my love."

Let's just say, you two didn't get any more work done, and Diavolo was late to his meeting after you two passionately fucked on his desk for an hour. Though, it's not like anyone was going to say anything to him.

-

"Barbatos!" You chirped, holding a stack of papers, bounding towards the butler who was straightening up the common room.

"Yes, mistress?" He turned to you, tilting his head.

"I need to bend your ear," you said. You sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to you while looking at your papers. "So, can you tell me about some rites of the Devildom? I'm afraid I have tried to look in my own research. However, there's not much to go off of," you said.

"Ah, I see. Well, that is because it's not a normal thing for us here. But, I've been to many in the human world, and I'd be happy to help you modify some traditions I've seen to fit the occasion," he replied.

"Go on."

"For starters, I've seen a tea ceremony performed, where the couple's families come together to meet one another," he offered.

Your eyes went wide at the thought. "Will... Diavolo's father be there?"

"I imagine the young lord would appreciate it if he was," Barbatos replied, deep in thought about the idea.

A flash of heat grazed your back, your nerves kicking up. "Oh..." Is all you could say as your throat went dry.

"Don't fret, mistress," he said. "Let's continue. I've seen couples do handfasting, that could be meaningful as well."

"What about... magic?" You asked thoughtfully.

"Ah, there are a variety of things we can do in that regard, in fact, that may be a better way to go," Barbatos replied, equally thoughtful.

"Do you happen to know if Diavolo's father and mother did any type of ceremony?" You inquired.

"There is one tradition I am aware of that the Devildom nobility partake in, which the young master will likely tell you more about later. However, as far as a formal ceremony, I'm afraid it's a bit more barbaric than maybe you would be interested in," he answered.

"That bad?" Your eyes widened.

"Unless you would enjoy seeing the nobledemons watch as you and my lord attempt to kill a beast together and then mate while bathed in its blood, I should think not," his tone was serious, but he held a small smile on his face.

You were starkly quiet, brows raised and eyes askance from the butler.

"Allow me to do some research as well, mistress, and we shall reconvene with our ideas."

You swallowed thickly and nodded, appreciating his helpfulness.

-

"What the hell's a 'groomsman', Lucifer?" Mammon piped up. All seven were in the common room as the eldest stood before the younger six of them.

"Ah, I've heard about these," Asmo answered. "They stand with the groom on the wedding day at the altar. They're usually somehow related to the groom, friends or family."

Lucifer nodded. "MC told me about them, so I'm asking you all to fulfill the role for me, but she also had another idea if any of you wish to hear it."

"Well?" Belphie asked.

"She offered that any of you could be what they call 'bridesmen' and stand on MC's side," Lucifer stated.

"Hmm, what if we split us in half? Three on one side, three on another?" Satan offered. "I mean, we're clearly there for both of you."

"Do we have to wear suits?" Levi groaned.

"Yes, because MC wants us to, and I rather like the idea of you lot actually dressing formally for once," Lucifer replied tartly, folding his arms and walking to the side.

"Actually, MC said I could wear a dress if I wanted to," Asmo replied, pulling out his D.D.D. "I've already picked it out too."

"I'll wear the suit," Levi said in dismay of Asmo.

"So, who's side are we all standin' on?" Mammon asked.

Lucifer sighed, knowing what was about to happen. "MC will decide," he stated before they could start arguing.

"MC will decide what?" You asked, walking by when you heard your name.

"Oh, good," Lucifer sighed. "We were discussing who is going to stand on what side. Satan said we could do three on one side, three on the other."

"Ah, why don't you all choose?"

Lucifer started to shake his head, but the uproar already started. You saw that it was a mistake and barked,

"Hey!"

All the boys stopped as the ceiling rattled with your tone and volume. "I'm going to draw names out of a hat, and that'll be the end of it," you snapped. "Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," all seven said in unison.

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[another-lost-mc]

OC BIOGRAPHY: Zekhan, Manager of The Fall

THE BASICS

Nickname: Zee

Gender: Male

Birthday: January 15

Species: Bat Demon

Power: Stealth

Sin Alignment: Wrath (primary) and Envy (secondary)

Likes: Desserts/sweet foods, working

Dislikes: The Celestial Realm, getting drunk

Devilgram: @.Zekhan (personal) and @.TheFall (business)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, demiromantic

Hobbies: Reading, cooking, playing the violin

Best Classes at RAD: Devildom Law and History

Worst Classes at RAD: Seductive Speechcraft

Favourite Foods/Drinks: Madame Devian's Hellberry Milkshake (Devildom) and strawberry milkshakes (human world)

APPEARANCE & ABILITIES

General Appearance: Zekhan is average height for a demon. He has shoulder-length dark blue hair that he usually wears tied back, but he will sometimes wear it down at home or on his days off. His wardrobe consists mostly of dark coloured suits for his shifts at the club and sweaters or cardigans for relaxing at home. He’s not fond of jewelry or accessories except for a pair of dark leather gloves while he’s outdoors. He usually wears glasses to improve his vision. He prefers dark grey nail polish and is right-handed.

Demonic Traits: In his demon form, Zee has clawed hands, elongated fangs, leathery wings and large, bat-like ears. He has two short cuff-like horns that curl along the outside edge of his ears. His wings, face and chest have scars/tears from previous war injuries. He grows several inches taller and becomes more muscular in his demonic form.

Powers: As a former spy, his specialty lies in subterfuge by using stealth magic that only exceptionally powerful demons or angels can see through. Like most demons, he also has increased strength and agility (amplified in his demon form). He has poor eyesight but better-than-average hearing which makes him sensitive to loud noises. He uses dampening spells on himself when he’s at the club to avoid the headaches he’s otherwise prone to.

Pacts: Zekhan does not currently have any pacts with humans nor does he want any.

GENERAL INFO & BACKSTORY

Social Status in the Devildom: Zekhan lives a modest life and prefers to avoid the limelight. As The Fall's manager, he’s well-known for his confident, no-nonsense attitude and brutal approach to business dealings. He takes his job seriously but avoids parties and other social gatherings unless his presence is absolutely necessary.

History before the Exchange Program: Lesser demons like Zekhan usually live in the lower region of the Devildom, below the realm’s bustling metropolis. Zee has no knowledge of his parents and was raised alongside other orphans that were assigned to train and fight in one of the legions. His set of unique abilities made him a talented spy; he was often tasked with stealing information, sabotaging supplies, or wetwork. During one of the last Celestial wars, he was severely wounded when an angel’s spear tore through his left wing while flying near the battlefield. Although he survived the fall and eventually recovered, he never regained full use of his wings as flying for more than a few minutes causes him pain. The left side of his face and body are scarred. He is self-conscious of his appearance and avoids undressing in front of others or using his demon form in public for this reason.

During and after the Exchange Program: While he publicly supports Prince Diavolo and his initiatives, Zekhan secretly despises the idea of the exchange program at first. He has no interest in welcoming angels to his home or his workplace, and he’s apprehensive of the trouble that’s bound to happen with angels and humans running around the city. Despite his personal feelings, he quickly adapts The Fall’s menu, security protocol and staff policies so that angels or humans can visit the club safely. Above all else, the club's reputation (and Azra's by extension) is more important than his personal grudges.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS (CANON)

The Demon Brothers: Lucifer is Zekhan’s main point of contact if there are complaints or concerns about the way his brothers behave while visiting the club. Mammon, Satan, and Asmodeus are frequent guests at The Fall. They have a respectful relationship most of the time, although Mammon’s gambling and Satan’s temper can be a thorn in Zee’s side when their personal problems follow them there. He does not spend much time with Leviathan, Beelzebub or Belphegor.

Barbatos: Barbatos usually contacts Zekhan to coordinate parties hosted at the club at Diavolo’s request (for personal reasons or RAD events).

The Angels (Simeon, Luke and Raphael): Even though the angels are welcome to visit the club freely, Zee avoids them as much as possible. He would get along best with Simeon due to their shared interest in books (and their clever manipulative streaks when the mood calls for it). Raphael's reputation as a seasoned warrior puts Zee on edge, but they should be able to avoid conflict so long as Raphael doesn't try to bring any of his weapons to the club - his spear in particular would cause a significant hostile reaction in Zee due to his past trauma.

MC: With the arrival of the human exchange student, Zekhan is naturally worried about MC visiting the club and the drama that might cause. He overhauls the security protocols because the last thing he wants to deal with is an angry and upset Diavolo if the human ends up dead or wounded on club property.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS (OCs)

Azra: Zekhan’s best friend and long-time business partner and confidant. They both worked for Belial, carrying out seedy jobs and assassination in his name, before they were rewarded with the start-up funds necessary to open The Fall. Azra handles most of the social maneuvering while Zee runs the club behind the scenes. He takes it upon himself to act as Azra’s personal assistant but in reality, they’re simply good friends who look after each other.

Belial: Long ago, Zekhan betrayed his former lord and pledged his allegiance to Belial instead. For his service, Belial rewarded both Zee and Azra handsomely by helping them establish the club. The club is considered part of his domain and under his protection. Belial has been a long-standing VIP member at the club and visits them often.

Praxith: As The Fall’s Head of Security, Zekhan and Praxith work together to ensure the club runs smoothly and any mishaps are dealt with quickly and quietly.

Dantalion: Zekhan visits Dantalion’s bookshop often. Although Zee is sometimes uncomfortable around the other demon due to his telepathic abilities, they’ve developed a tentative truce between them and generally get along well.

CREDITS

Modified OC/MC profile template: jabberwockprince Praxith and Dantalion belong to @meggs-wonderland

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[midnight-vixn]

Considering what a great follow up my ask from last time got...

Learning that the guys will definitely help you out when you need someone to help you get off, so you go to them when you're horny but imagine you go to Lucifer all horny and then there is Diavolo in his office and they're talking but they know why you're there and Diavolo looks at Lucifer like "oh, is that how it is?" so both of them go ahead and wreck you so good you can't walk for a week but they let you take some time off of RAD-

Or, being true to myself, you go to Beel cuz you need his fat cock to stretch you out so good and the times he makes you cum on his tongue before he does is addictive but Barbatos came over to bring something over for Beel and so he supports you from behind while Beel eats you out and makes you suck his cock while Beel pounds you into the matress, rubbing your clit and pinching your nipples because he delights in your squeals and whines-

Oji I’m kissing you so fucking hard right now. First of all I can’t believe you sent that anon, I was in love😭 second: Luci/Dia reminds me of that one smut fic I wrote where they both use you😵‍💫

afab!reader x Luci/Dia & Beel/Barbatos

Lucifer originally had to convince you it was okay to ask him for help when you needed it, by now though you were making frequent visits to his office. Like usual you were worked up and had become incredibly needy for the first born to relieve you in only the way he could, so you venture to his office ready to let him use you as his play thing. You expect him to be in the middle of paperwork and that’s no problem, you love to distract him and watch the tent in his pants grow even though he’s telling you to wait. You did not however, expect Diavolo to be there also. Finding Lucifer in deep conversation with the young prince you consider leaving but are beckoned to join them. Lucifer guides you to sit in his lap, embarrassed to do so in front of the prince but secretly hoping he’ll leave soon anyway so you can have your fun, you settle against him.

You question at first if Lucifer realizes why you’re here but soon feel his erection pressing against your ass and know he’s well aware. His hand starts traveling up your inner thigh and you squeeze them together to stop him from going any further, you want him to continue but need the extra guest to leave first, a blush on your face from feeling so incredibly horny in front of Diavolo. Lucifer let’s out a deep chuckle and kisses your neck before pulling your thighs apart.

“Don’t worry darling, Diavolo is well aware of our arrangements. He’d like to help too if you’re okay with that.” He purrs against your neck. You feel yourself throb at the offer, a soft moan leaving you, glancing over you catch Diavolo watching with a smirk on his face and anxiously awaiting your answer. “What will it be my love?” Lucifer asks in the same deep voice he uses right before he fucks you numb typically, bringing his hand up to lightly rub against your sex. You quickly nod yes and that’s all it takes before the two of them have you stripped naked and sprawled out on the desk, both covering you with kisses, one rubbing circles on your clit while the other teases your nipples. After much prepping Lucifer lays you on your stomach and teases your entrance with his cock, Diavolo waits for you to give permission before he shoves his thick cock down your throat. The two of them fucking into you at an uneven pace making your body tingle from the stimulation, both praising you for handling it so well, telling you how good you look spread around their thick cocks like this. Once you cum a few times they both pull out, gently flip you around the table, and fill you back up. Lucifer gives Diavolo little tips on what to do/how you like to be fucked, Dia gets drunk on your moans and ends up fucking into you relentlessly. Once they’ve covered you in their cum, helped you clean up and made you comfortable on Lucifer’s massive bed, they agree to let you skip class for the next week. Only if you let them assist you again in the future💖

Beelzebub is the God of oral sex, yes Asmo is avatar of lust, but no man has a better appetite and tongue than our big boy. Beel is usually one of the first brothers you seek out for relief because the way he glides his tongue across your folds makes your brain shut off and he can do it for hours! You don’t even have to go looking for him, send him a text that you’re horny and the man is at your location in minutes, the scent you give off when aroused drives him crazy but the way you taste turns him into an animal. Poor baby tries to start off soft and slow so you can enjoy it fully, but between your cute little whimpers, the sweet taste of your slick, the soft tugs on his hair and the way you grind your hips against his face…he goes feral almost. The soft kitten licks turn into greedy and sloppy strokes, lapping up your juices, moaning and grunting against your sex. He does this all for you, wanting you to get off as many times as you can on his tongue before he slides his fat cock in you but sometimes he gets too worked up and cums in his pants before getting the chance.

Often times you have to make sure Beel is alone in his room before seeking him out because, as much as you love Belphie, it’s nice to have alone time with the sixth born. Today however you knew for a fact that Beel was in his room alone, just returning home from Fangol practice and most likely in the shower, you snuck into his room and waited on his bed. Immediately upon finding you, he knew what you needed and god did you need it now! Staring at Beelzebub in that small towel, water droplets still on his chest, hair still damp, you could feel your excitement growing and from the look on Beel’s face you knew he could sense your arousal. Pulling your pants off with one hand he wasted no time getting to work. You became lost in the way his tongue felt against your throbbing clit, tangling your fingers in his hair and clenching each time his moans vibrated against you. Loud and needy moans filled the room and covered the sound of the door opening and closing, not realizing there was another person until they were right next to the bed, you jump in embarrassment. Of all the people to find you like this, Barbatos was the last one you expected, and the look of delight on his face was a surprise as well. Too lost in the way Beel was messily eating you out to say anything, you watched Barbatos make his way onto the bed to sit himself behind you. Beel let out a deep, almost territorial, growl realizing someone was interrupting his meal but after seeing who it was he quickly returned to giving quick strokes to your soaked sex.

Barbatos positions himself behind you, discarding his clothes rather quickly and pulling you into his lap as gently as he can without disturbing Beel. A short whine escapes you, your face flushing still embarrassed for him to see you like this, but then he starts to run his hands up your sides and brushes his thumbs across your sensitive nipples and you can’t help but let out a lewd moan. Barbatos whispers gentle praise into your ear and leaves soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, savoring each moan you give in response to his touches, one hand pinches your nipple while the other trails down your stomach and rests just inches away from your clit but not daring to get in the sixth borns way. You cum for the second time and Beel pulls away from you, far too soon for your liking, looking at your blissed out face he chuckles and starts kissing your inner thighs, gently biting at the soft flesh. Barbatos takes the opportunity to adjust you on his lap and slide his cock deep inside you, the moans you release draw equally desperate moans from both demons. Barbatos guides your hips to move up and down on his cock, your hand reaching back to grab onto his hair, a sultry moan leaving him when you give a tug. Feeling himself approaching his climax, Barbatos pulls out and tries to calm his breathing, you clench around nothing and become frustrated at the sudden loss of stimulation. Beel stands from the ground finally and Barbatos moves you off his lap as if on signal, you notice the massive bulge under the towel and let out a whiny moan knowing damn well what’s about to happen.

Beel picks up your tiny form and presses your back against his chest. “Think you’re ready for me?” He practically growls in your ear, you shake your head a little too quickly in response. Beel presses your upper half down against the mattress—in between Barbatos’ legs— and positions your lower half just the way he wants it, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes his thick tip in and then pulls out, both prepping you and teasing you for what’s to come. He eases his thick cock in all the way slowly, listening to your gasps and whimpers, watching the way you stretch around his girth. He starts at a slow even pace and you feel your brain shutting off even more, you feel Barbatos reach down and caress your face, your hand reaches over to start stroking his hard leaking cock before you adjust yourself to start licking and sucking on it. You bob your head up and down his length in time with Beel’s thrusts, eventually his thrusts become erratic and Barbatos takes over to fuck into your mouth, the room filled with moans from all three of you. Beel grips your hips tight and fucks into you like he always does right before he bottoms out, your stomach tightens and you know you’re close yourself, from the way Barbatos head is thrown back while he fucks your throat you’re sure he’s close as well. Not long after you feel him release his seed down your throat, you clench around Beel’s cock as you feel your own orgasm hit and Beel coats your insides before pulling out and coating your thighs as well.

[lazulirus]

One too many

• It was time to face the consequences of your actions - the suffocating tension in the house, the silent treatment and your hurt heart. You could understand why others were mad at you, but why does even Lucifer turns the other way when you appear?

• Pairing: Lucifer x reader (gender neutral)  • Genre: fluff • Word Count: 2.7k • Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk • Note: Many of you asked for that, and even more of you left love under the first part; as 500 followers celebration I present the second part of A lot of wine, not enough of love

To say you could cut the tension with a knife would be an understatement. You doubted there even was a blade strong enough to do that. 

It was suffocating and completely wrecking when half of the house refused to speak to you, sometimes even completely ignoring you. Satan forgot day after day about your tutoring. Asmodeus was now constantly on his phone and never missing an opportunity to say how disappointed his followers were. Belphegor pretended to not hear you - no matter if it was simply passing something during meals or just saying hi at school. Mammon was close to breaking, but the three younger brothers always appeared to force him out of your company. 

Ridiculous behaviour, one that should be put to stop the moment it started. But Lucifer turns a blind eye, always excusing himself when you enter the room. 

Thus your days consisted of venomous scowls, childish glares and loneliness growing stronger and stronger - till you never was in the mood to play with Levi nor to even get up to spend time with Beel. Humans needed interactions and affection, suddenly depriving them of both, locking in suffocating hostility only led to them staying in bed, eating less, sleeping more. You were too tired to try talking to brothers again, to ask again when they'll stop being childish, when they'll be kind again. Probably, if it weren't for Beel, you would have become one with the bed. 

"Beeeeeel, let me down." You whine but put no real fight as you dangle on the demon's shoulder, face front; with enough bending of your neck, you could look at this worried face. 

"No. We're going out." He put you down. It was almost adorable when he forced his voice to be stern, yet fondness and worry seeped through. "Go wash and change clothes… please." And how could you say no to those giant pleading eyes? "Levi won tickets to some… uh, "normie restaurant," he said you would like."

Giggling, feet stumbling, doors slamming and shushing so loud it more gave away your position than hid you - the noises you were making would wake up the dead. Beel tries to shush you, his actions way calmer and controlled; the pink tint on his cheek matched nicely with his hair. 

"It's late, let's not wa—" 

"Where have you been?" Like a mad mother, arm crossed, annoyance written from the tense of his muscles to the gleam in his eyes - Lucifer was standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes more focused on Beel than you. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" 

"Sorry, Lucifer… we lost track of time…" 

"Yea~ 'Cause it was 'o fun!" Red eyes look towards you; softer. How blessed Lucifer was that Diavolo was nowhere near, and there was no need to explain your poor state. Head leaning towards Beel, who was your only support, and it seemed like you were feeling too hot, given your unbuttoned shirt and your jacket in Beel's free hand. 

"Explain." Was all that Lucifer said, the annoyance that bleed through, more and more, was only adding to his stern voice. 

"We went out to eat…" His eyes stay on the floor, the plinking of the jacket's zipper an only accompaniment. "And we ordered some drinks to lighten up the mood but… I forgot that alcohol in them works stronger on humans…" 

"It's not your fault, Bwel," You say, clinging to his arm like a koala, much to Lucifer's annoyance. "You're the only one that cares abowt me. You're the bestest of 'em all." Beel gently pats your head that so cutely nuzzles into him, but his eyes glance at Lucifer nervously - the eldest magic aura growing with every second just to calm down with an exhale. 

"I'll take care of them." The clicking of his shoes echoes in the sleeping house. "You can go now."

"Lucifer, are you sure…" 

"I'll pay for your next meal in the city." Beel hesitated, but the idea of going wild and not having to pay for it… Lucifer was responsible, for sure there was no need to worry? Unsure but still agrees, Beelzebub detaches you, and you were quick to latch on to Lucifer instead. It was almost cartoonish how quickly Lucifer's demeanour changed, now smiling softly; his attention was focused solely on you. Beelzebub excuses himself awkwardly and silently. 

The house was empty, each corridor only carrying echoes of Lucifer's steps; he found it easier to carry you, and you didn't mind. You don't notice that he goes in the 'wrong' direction, that instead you were on silky sheets and a king-sized bed. Why Lucifer did that - it was a mystery to himself, or rather, he refused to answer the question. 

It has been so long since he had you so close - days, even weeks without you, even in the same room, let alone so close, able to caress your cheek with you sending him a smile. It hurt Lucifer to stay away, he saw every sad glance, every evening of you skipping supper, how Levi's second controller collected dust, how rarely he heard the creak of your doors. Yet, Lucifer did nothing. He didn't know what he would say if you asked questions about the night, he didn't know what he would say if he had to question his behaviour. So he ran away, like a coward, talking himself into thinking it was less hurtful to his pride. 

"Hey~ I'm not sweepy yet…" You say, but don't move from the spot, enjoying how cold and huggable the pillow was. The room was spinning and a bit blurry, and it was hard to make out who you were left with. "If Bwell trusts you, it should 'e fine." You giggle, talking strictly to yourself. "Hey, do ya like Bweel? He's sucha kind guy! Not like the rest of 'em…" You play with your caretaker tie as your mood sours, remembering the rest of the awful demons. "Well, whateva. Do you wanna drink somethin' with me?" 

Lucifer would consider the proposition, even coo at how adorably your speech was under the influence if it didn't bring memories. 

Why won't you drink with me now? 

He remembers, the hazy memories of how you pushed away his every advance when the roles were reversed  - afraid of hurting him? Using him? Lucifer did his best to understand your human thinking, and why you thought it was immoral to give yourself up to the desire. 

But he was a demon; "immoral" had no meaning for him. When you were sprawled on his bed, adorable yet alluring, with your shirt unbuttoned, teasing, with your eyes lidded, inviting - why shouldn't he indulge himself? Why stop, when he was already hovering above you, lips trembling in the desire to kiss, fingers gripping the sheets instead of your body. Your chest rising quickly, hypnotising, his own breath becoming uneven - Why stop? 

I love you, Lucifer.

He steps away. 

Instead of continuing to drink in your sight, he drinks Demonus; from the glass, not the bottle, still having some dignity. His thoughts were in disarray, scrambling to stay coherent and keeping his desires like a muzzle on a wild dog. He was doing his best, trying so hard— Your weight on him was sudden and distracting, caging him in the same armchair he held you hostage on that cursed night. This time, he felt so little in control, grasping the shreds of it while he looked away, lips hidden in the glass; Demonus was bitter. “I told you, I wanna drink too.” And your words were so, so sweet, your breath of Devildom’s fruits with just a hint of alcohol hitting his face - Beel had to treat you to very good drinks. Lucifer swallows more saliva than the alcohol he pretended to drink, weighing his options, trying to understand. “Well, I can give you a taste.” His tone was nonchalant, confident, yet his lips trembled when he inched towards you, heart pounding, head spinning - you wanted this, right? With your legs on each side of him, with your hands on his tense shoulders; grip so delicate, loving. Red eyes jump around your face, looking for any sign of displeasure, any sign that he was reading it wrong - were you really in love with him? Those beautiful, hopeful red eyes got as big as a coin when you put a hand on his mouth. “We can’t!” You pout, almost angry at Lucifer, who just looks bewildered. “I… I wanna give my first Devildom kiss to Luciwer.” He slowly, delicately takes you by the wrist. “But…” Squinted eyes, furrowed brows  - utter, complete confusion as his head tilts to the side. “...I am Lucifer?” “No, you’re not!” You gesture with your free hand towards him. “Luciwer is way pwettier… And he dresses like… not so sloppy!” The demon’s mouth was open, but no words were coming out. His attire, the tie you made lose yourself, was in your opinion sloppy. “I… I see?” Although the rest was on him. Asmodeus did mention that his hair lost shine, and Mammon snickered that the circles under his eyes matched Levi’s - both of them got a glare as they were the cause of those issues. Lucifer couldn’t sleep well knowing how in pain you were. Knowing how with each day you were drifting apart - from his brothers, from him - was giving him more stress than any task from Diavolo.

It was laughable, even for himself, that such a trivial thing was giving him so much anxiety. Why was he reacting in such a way? Lucifer refused to answer it. 

"What do you like about him? Lucifer, I mean." He didn't want to think about those things; feelings, worries. Now, hearing praise from your sweet lips was way more alluring and just the thing he needed for his wounded ego and bruised heart. 

"He's… smart… powerful and so handsome! Luciwer is also responsible, so he's, what was... A father material to be honest." He raises an eyebrow, his smirk distorted in the glass. Who would have thought you had such ideas for him? "I mean, what else do ya need from a man? Smart, strong, responsible, he's even funny sometimes!" Lucifer nods, he indeed got all those qualities. 

"But he's also such a dick!" 

Lucifer chokes. 

"Excuse me?" He spats out, throat burning from alcohol. 

"Don't ya agree? Everyone thinks that!" Your annoyance becomes more and more visible. "He got mad at me for nothin'! It's not like I wanted thanks or anythin', I helped 'cause… y'know, I like him." You smile just for a moment, remembering all the things you liked, loved even about that demon just to return to your angry monologue a second later. "He never talks 'bout his feelings! He doesn't wanna say why he's mad or if he even… likes me? Dunno, he probably doesn't…" Lucifer should say something, stand in defence of his feelings if he only understood what he was feeling. He remembered clearly the adoration he felt towards you - the things he declared that night didn't disappear with the alcohol. Even at this moment, he felt the same adoration towards you as he felt then, as he feels every day. But one question stopped him from acting, another he didn't know how to answer - that adoration was love or desire? 

Was he so drawn towards you because he desires your body or because he loved your touch? 

"You know…" You mumble, getting comfortable on his lap, inching closer to him. "...maybe I wanna taste that after all. Second best…" 

Did he yearn for a kiss or what was hiding behind it? 

"You're drunk." He finds himself parroting as he turns away, running away from your lips; cheeks dusted with the slightest pink. 

He finds the idea not as appealing as he thought - your eager words, soft lips, but no love behind eyes, only a haze of alcohol. If you were to get closer, he wished for it to be without the help of drinks or controlled by a clouded mind - he wanted your decision to be clear, honest, coming from the heart. 

"Would you… kiss Lucifer if given a chance?" He finds himself saying - ridiculous, absurd, but he cannot stop himself. 

"I mean," you tilt your head, "I like him, but he doesn—" 

"If he did." Only red eyes turn towards you. "Would you?"

It was hard to understand your caretaker's intentions as the only thing in your head was the buzzing of alcohol. Why wouldn't you kiss a demon you loved? 

"But he doesn't." You argue. "If he did, why he doesn't talk to me?" 

"Maybe…" Lucifer looks away again; heart pounding, each step like on a field of mines. "... He was scared." When he sees your confusion, Lucifer adds: "He never was good at… expressing feelings, you see."

"So… You're sayin' he likes me, but… felt stupid after what he said that night?" You were surprisingly bright despite the influence and hearing what Lucifer was aware of deep down made him scoff, then blush. Meanwhile, you feel the heat coming to your face and your eyes going wide as your caretaker nods.

"He likes me…?" Just a mumble, soft, shocked. It was hard to believe a demon so perfect would fall for a human, that his advances were something more than drunkards rambles. His weird behaviour only enforced those ideas but now… To hear so confidently that Lucifer loved you…

"I have to talk to him!" You almost trip on your own legs. Now alcohol found a new emotion to entertain and enforce - panic. What if Lucifer thought you were mad at him? What if you wasted so long not talking about the issue, and he thought you didn't like him? If he really liked you, you had to talk about it now! 

This time, the grip on your wrist was stronger, still not bruising. 

"You should go to sleep, you can talk about it calmly tomorrow." You wanted to argue, but tiredness settled on you like a veil. Suddenly, it was hard to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut from yawn after yawn. 

As Lucifer lays you to bed, makes sure you're comfortable and falls asleep in seconds, he finds the words suitable, falling from his lips smoothly:

"I love you."

It wasn't a simple desire, he didn't long for the touch nor your flesh but what was hiding behind the gestures - love, adoration, longing. He wanted to see those things in you, the same things he could now, finally confidently say he felt towards you. 

Why did he run away from your questions? Because he loved you. 

Why did your sadness make him anxious? Because he loved you. 

Was that desire or love? Love. 

You wake up moaning, head throbbing with pain and limbs refusing to cooperate. Face instinctively hiding in the pillow despite knowing that you had no bright light to fear in Devildom. Only the creak of the door forces one of your eyes open; despite seeing it's not your room, you don't find the energy to panic. 

"Good morning." Lucifer's voice was calm and collected like always, and your eye, hazy from sleep, didn’t find anything weird in his appearance - soft hair, smart clothes and… trey in his hands. You frown, trying to remember last night, but it only worsens your headache. "I prepared medication, water and a light breakfast for you. Unfortunately, you missed it." 

You slowly sit up, avoiding any sudden movements - the last thing you needed was puking in front of your crush. 

"What happened last night…?" You mumble, still under Lucifer's soft duvet; still in the t-shirt and pants from escapade with Beel. 

"I got you to bed." Simple, and straight to the point as he sets the tray next to you on the bed. "I hope sleeping here wasn't worse than sleeping in your bed, I wanted to have an eye on you in case Devildom's alcohol affects you in a strange way." 

"You cared…" Unfortunately, the crunching of toast didn't drown out those mindlessly said words. 

"Of course. You are dear to me, after all." You can't control yourself, your face showing every bit of shock - from wide eyes to mouth open just slightly. He… what? 

Meanwhile, Lucifer stays the same, finally content and calm as he found all the answers he needed. 

He loved you, too.

[cant-stop-running-to-you]

Brother's react to Diamon

(Mammon x Diavolo)

(MC mentioned)

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Lucifer

Pardon? What is this?

Oh fanficion

Did Levi write this? No? Oh ok.

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

Totally not because he likes Diavolo

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

He thinks it's a crack ship

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

He doesn't care for fanfiction

He believes that fanficion isn't true literature

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

Not a shipper nor would he support it if became reality

MC would never ship this.....

Mammon

Only learned about it from Satan and he was like;

H-h-HUH!?!

HIM AND THE PRINCE?!

Yeah no he's not vibing

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

He will find a way for MC to exist

He actually gets really awkward around Diavolo when alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

A note from Mammon:

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

Doesn't find it the best at all

He has nightmares about it

Levi

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

MAMMON, THE SCUMBAG AND DIAVOLO THE PRINCE?!?

LMAOOOOOO

What kind of crappy trope is this!? LOLOL

He find it hilariously bad

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

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

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

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

He thinks the shippers are stupid and delusional

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

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

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

Now to go back to writing Dialuci fanficion

"LOLOLOLOLOL"

Satan

More angst

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

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

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

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

Because it would be so funny to have that happen

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

Just thinking about it makes him makes him so ugh!

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

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

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

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

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

Asmo

The best thing made in creation (other than himself)

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

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

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

But he did read it and fell in love ironically

Yass Diamon slayyy

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

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

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

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

He's thinking it's working!!

Or Mammon's just angry and annoyed

Oh well

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

Beel

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

Why are people in general writing about them?

Is it because people like them?

...!

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

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

Is that what these writers are doing with them?

Oh sorry he got off topic

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

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

He'd feel bad for Lucifer tho

Belphie

He doesn't care about the ship at all!

Stop bugging him about this kinda shit

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

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

Confused on why people ship it tho

Is it because there are two stupid childish men?

Meh he doesn't care what ever the reason is

He just wants sleep leave him alone

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

....

...

...

He hates the ship now

It rid him of sleep

It's war now

No mercy to diamon

no mercy

───※ ·❆· ※───

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

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

[leviathism]

one year anniversary of your arrival; gender neutral reader

Lucifer will take you out for dinner. He’ll pay for it—like that’s anything new. He’ll act like this dinner was all just to remind you that your essay was due soon and that you should put maximum effort into it to support Diavolo’s dream.

However, towards the end of the date, you’re informed by a rather drunk Lucifer that he’d been meaning to confess, but since you were leaving soon, he’d decided not to. Drunk Lucifer does not realize that this counts as a confession.

Mammon will pretend to not make a big deal of it, even faking that he forgot about it. But you see all the gifts hidden in your room and all the Grimm shoved in your sock drawer.

If you point it out to him, he’ll get defensive. “Did ya really expect me to forget our anniversary?” ‘Our?’ He’ll slam his door in your face, flustered.

Leviathan will make an effort to snatch you before anyone else gets a chance. He really wants to spend this day with you. Early in the morning, he’ll break into your room and nab you, quickly pushing a whole crate of anime merch in front of his door. Only then will he finally explain to you what’s going on.

He’ll actually hover way closer to you than he usually does, leaning up against your side at times. He’ll even let you put an arm around him, but only if you warn him several times.

Satan celebrates it with you by going anywhere you want. He’ll pay for all of it, don’t even worry about it. He’ll be way more romantic than usual on your other outings.

He’ll lay on the PDA, holding you close whenever you walk down the street and giving smug looks to other demons that walk by.

Asmodeus will declare its an all you day! He’ll do anything you want. Massage? Absolutely! Spa day? He lives for them!

However, towards the end of the day this will all somehow be switched. For some reason, you started taking care of Asmodeus and not the other way around as he promised… Oh well. You enjoyed yourself anyways.

Beelzebub will take you to an amusement park, wanting to do something fun during your last days in the Devildom.

He’s not a big fan of the rides, usually getting too sick and scared from the heights. But he’ll pretend nothing is wrong, just so you can have a fun day (and night, taking care of a poor, sick Beelzebub who now feels guilty).

Belphegor will go star dazing with you, knowing it will possibly be the last chance to do so. He’ll be sad that he can’t do those romantic tropes in movies, where two lovers share the same sky with the same moon and stars together each night.

He’ll also make sure you sleep with him that night, curled up around you like a vice. He’ll make sure you won’t forget him too easily.

apparently it’s my one year today for obey me. happy bday simeon.

[wafermelons]

replaced MC au. pt 3

characters: OM! boys

genre: slight angst

warnings: strong language, mentions of death

a/n: not proofread

tags: @jiminslajibolala @letsblazewolf @lemonandlime22@crystal-freak24 @furblrwurblr @wawadraws12 @929497 @elizabeth-brown @neptune-cinths @moemoesenpai @delusional-angel @lmao-liz @ryokuu @jeancolors @nanamadama @prefesro @mammonl0ver @mammonssheep

pt 1 pt 2 pt 4

"MC, can i talk to you for a few seconds?" muriel called out to you before you could leave purgatory hall with simeon and solomon.

you walked over to him, giving him a small smile and nodding, "yes, muriel?"

he gave you a gentle smile. soft, expected of an angel. but in his eyes, carried the feeling of pity. "as you know, i am an angel. my abilities are similar to simeon, but i can sense emotions much better than him. i do not know much of your relationship with the brothers or what they had done to you in the past to cause you to do this yourself. but i can feel and sense much pain, hatred, and sorrow in your heart because of it. it's faint, but it's there. i fear that if you recover your memories, the pain will be more prominent and hurt you more than before."

"MC?" you heard lord diavolo call out, snapping you out of what you recalled muriel tell you earlier, "are you alright? having second thoughts?"

"oh, no. i was just lost in thought, lord diavolo," you explained. hurt more than before? what did he mean?

"don't worry MC, we understand if you wish to stop with the reversal," you heard lucifer say.

you shook your head, sitting in the middle of everyone. they had gathered in a circle to surround you. it seemed a little creepy like they were sacrificing you, but you could feel their support for you.

"it's fine, lucifer. i don't think it'll be that bad anyway."

laila had her hands clasped together in front of her chest, worried about you getting hurt. simeon and solomon stood in front of you, solomon holding a spellbook and simeon there to help him. lord diavolo had cast a protective rune around where you were sitting in case anything were to happen. the brothers all held onto each other, worried out of their minds, thinking about worst-case scenarios.

it had been a few days after mammon and asmodeus drunk-begged you. after informing everyone about your decision, many preparations were made to avoid any unexpected happenings. simeon had told luke and muriel to stay at purgatory hall. simeon didn't want luke to witness anything he shouldn't have to and muriel had to stay with him to take care of the little one. lucifer had told laila to stay at purgatory hall with them but she insisted to be by your side.

"remember MC, it won't be easy, and it will take a toll on your mental state for a while. anytime you wish to stop, just tell us," solomon assured.

you nodded, sighing, "you guys keep telling me that, i get it okay? i just want my memories back now please~," you said in a sing-song voice, trying to uplift the serious atmosphere.

you saw solomon give you a gentle smile. with that, both he and simeon spoke out the words. you chanted along softly, feeling a slight pulse from your palm. you stared at your hand, words being read. 'so that must've been what cause the pain,' you thought.

before you could fully comprehend what was written, sharp pains entered your head. it felt like your skull was splitting open. as a reflex, you grabbed the sides of your head, trying to make it cease.

but alas, it was pointless. the longer the reversal spell went, the more you fought against it, the more it hurt. your body curled into a ball, trying to provide some comfort to yourself on the cold floor. it sounded as if the wind was blowing into your ears, solomon and simeon's voices no longer audible.

you wanted to call out for help, but you knew that if you did, they would stop the spell. you could feel strained screams and squeals leaving your throat. biting your lip, you tried to silence yourself.

by the side, the seven brothers, lord diavolo, barbatos, and laila watched the whole process. lord diavolo stood with an emotionless expression, his arms crossed with barbatos by his side.

in contrast, the brothers and laila were worried out of their wits.

lucifer tried not to show it, arms crossed just as diavolo, but your screams and whimpers of pain rang through his ears. the vision of you crumpled in a ball on the floor, face writhed in pain was engraved into his mind as he turned his head away, shutting his eyes, brows furrowed.

mammon was excited at first, he wanted you to be happy, to have fun with him again. hang out in his room, accompany him to majolish. not this. he wanted to make solomon stop, your pain to stop. but he couldn't. he was rooted to the spot he was standing in. why? because he knew deep down, he wanted you to remember. he wanted the old you back.

levi couldn't even face you. he was crouched down on the floor, his head in his hands as he watched the spell continue, your screams along with solomon and simeon's voices in the background were the only thing that filled the room.

satan had shut his eyes. he was angry, not at you or solomon but at himself and his brothers. he was angry about how they were so careless to the point that you wanted to erase your memories about them. you were the one that helped him somewhat mend his relationship with lucifer, yet he couldn't help you even in this time of need.

asmodeus was balling his hands into fists, not caring about whether it would bruise or leave marks in his lovely palm. his sharp nails were digging into his flesh as he watched.

beelzebub had lost all appetite. how could he not when he had to watch you go through this? he stared at the ground with saddened eyes, looking as if he had just lost a five-course meal. his hands were held in front of his chest, fingers picking at his nails with anxiety as he could do nothing to help relieve the pain you experienced.

belphegor was now more awake than ever, watching with knitted brows. the cow pillow that he had brought along was held tightly to his chest. oh, how he wished he could at least give it to you to offer some comfort.

you, on the other hand, after minutes that felt like an eternity had passed and you finally gave in to the pain, fell to the ground. the only movement visible was your chest heaving lightly.

the brothers and laila wanted to run to you, they wanted to help you. the only thing that stopped them was solomon holding his hand out and simeon shaking his head, indicating the process had not finished.

though you seemed peaceful, your body curled up in a fetal position as if you were asleep, your mind ran miles. the contrast between your current physical and mental was astonishing, but none watching could tell. none of them could possibly know the waves of hurtful memories that rushed back to you.

at first, it was wonderful. a bliss of memories. but that was just the calm before the storm.

meeting the brothers for the first time, celebrating their birthdays, them celebrating your birthday as well. all the wonderful moments came back one by one. you were happy.

"MC, well done on your recent test. i saw your results. do you wish to go anywhere to celebrate alone with me?"

"MC! guess what! i won big today at the casino! c'mere, let's go out shoppin' together to treat ourselves."

"i got a new game. MC! do you want to try it with me? i have an extra controller for you!"

"MC? oh, the book you recommended me was actually really good. but i would've enjoyed it much more if you could have read with me by my side."

"oh MC! you look stunning in that! i told you, i have a wonderful eye for outfits like this. come! i have some more in my room! let me dress you up dearie~"

"MC, go to madam scream's with me today. there's a new limited flavor pastry that i want to try. i wanted to bring you to share it with you."

"MC, i got this new fluffy thing. look at it. i called you to share it with you. here, lay beside me."

then came the storm.

it wasn't slow like before, no. it was much worse. all the pain, both physical and mental came rushing back at the same time. their voices all contorted together, spewing insults.

the feeling of belphegor killing you after you wanted to help him, beelzebub who, though was a gentle giant, always took your meals before you could have them. how asmodeus compared your beauty to laila's. satan nearly killing you because you didn't want to make a pact with him. the memory of leviathan also wanting to kill you because you beat him at some stupid quiz. mammon used to call you a bother, claiming he was your 'first man', but was able to dump you on the side of the street because he found laila to be his new 'lucky charm'.

and of course, the fight with lucifer. how he would threaten you into following his rules, verbally abusing you and comparing you to laila. the most recent fight, fresh in your mind. the emotional pain came rushing back as if you were still in an argument with him.

everything came back rushing at once, the old memories, both good and bad. though, the bad outweighed the good by a landslide. everything was fresh in your mind, you could still feel the dear from satan and leviathan's threats. the pain from belphegor crushing your body like a feather. the emotional pain from being abandoned by the brothers that claimed to love you so much the minute someone new came into their lives.

what awoke you from your 'peaceful' slumber was the fresh tears that fell from your eyes and the constant chatter from the brothers who wanted to see you awaken.

you didn't groan, you didn't sigh or yawn. the only reaction you had was to sit up, a deadpan face but tears constantly falling. you didn't bawl, sob nor cry out. all you could do was sit there, on the ground, surrounded by the faces of those who hurt you.

immediately, laila ran to you, crouching down by you and asking if you were okay.

"MC! are you alright? you're... you're crying," she said, kneeling down next to you.

the rest of the brothers were slowly inching their way towards you, wanting to know whether you remembered them but not wanting to overwhelm you.

simeon and solomon had made their way to the side for the brothers to see you. you looked up to them, your tears still streaming down your face yet your eyes held no emotion of sadness.

so this was what muriel meant.

"... why?" you asked in an indifferent tone, your eyes were hollow as your mind still held the fresh memories of them hurting you.

"MC? are ya alright?" mammon asked, worried as he tried to crouch down in front of you. he reached out his arm to hold you, but you flinched, moving backwards from his touch.

"why would you make me remember those things?" you asked, your voice choking.

"w-we... we missed the old you so..." leviathan said.

"aren't you glad you remember us...?" asmodeus asked, the seven of them were now still in front of you as laila watched your reactions from the side.

"glad?" you said in a breathy voice, "you guys... you hurt me. at first it was nice! i got to relive wonderful memories... moments i spent with you. but after that, all the horrible things you did to me kicked in. all at once," you continued, now staring at the floor.

you could feel laila's reassuring grip on your arm tighten as you brought your hands up to wipe the continuous stream of tears from your face. it was more vigorous now, not that of unfeeling but now of immense pain and sorrow.

belphegor's body froze, still as a statue. he knew what was the worst memory he had of you. they all knew what you remembered. but they also knew that each of them had done horrible things to you.

"you... you killed me. you killed me when i tried to help you. and all of you threathened me, threathened to rip me to pieces if i didn't follow your rules. so many times i could have died," you laughed out. though you were laughing, it came out more as a weep.

"t-then... when i helped you guys get back together, when i helped all of you become a family again. you cast me aside. laila came into the picture, she was always kind to me. but you all... all of you threw me away!" you exclaimed.

"MC, please-" you heard lucifer say, trying to calm you down.

"you!" your gaze shot up to lucifer, both your eyes and nose now red. "you always compared me to her! saying i wasn't good enough and that i was a disappointment! each and every one of you just... abandoned me. you said i wasn't pretty enough like laila or that there was no more room for me. always saying that you were my 'first man' but you were the first to throw me away!"

"even when i joined you guys to hang out with her, you'd forget about me! what was the point? huh? what was the point of making me remember all the shit you did to me!" you yelled in an accusing tone, eyes darting from one brother to the next. your heart tigthened at each of their faces, each of those demons who said they would be there for you.

before you coukd continue, laila looked up at them. a saddened expression on her face, "you... you did that to MC?" she asked. she now faced the floor, still grbbing onto your arm.

lucifer tried to explain, but no words left his mouth as his brain searched for the right words to say.

"why would you do that!" laila said in an accusing tone just as you had.

"you wanted me to remember you so that we could 'go back to the way we were'. but now that i remember, i feel like i preferred it when i didn't know you."

the brothers all stood, mouth agape, all wanting to explain. they knew what they did was wrong, and they were angry, at themselves. regretful, of how they treated you.

"MC, please, let me make it up to ya-"

you took in a deep breath and exhaled shakily, looking up at mammon with anguished eyes.

"you had a chance to make it up to me when i didn't remember you. but instead of slowly trying to rebuild our 'relationship', you asked me to remember you. and that's what i did."

laila stood up, not bothering to look at the brothers in the eye. instead, she helped you up, slowly making your way together to simeon and solomon.

"can we stay with you guys for a while?" you asked with a tear stained face to simeon. the only feelings left in your heart were pain, hearrbreak and sadness. the physical pain you felt from being killed in the past and the mental burden of everything coming back once.

"of course, MC. come, let me help you," simeon offered, wrapping an arm around you as laila trailed behind the two of you with solomon.

as you walked out, you left the seven demons, disheartened, disappointed and dolorous.

"barbatos, has the timeline been done?" diavolo asked his butler, still a distanced gaze on his face.

"yes, young lord, the timeline has been set."

with that, it caught the brothers' attention. the heads of the seven snapped to face royals at once.

"you mean you knew about this? you knew this would happen?"

"why didn't ya tell us! we coulda' stopped it!"

"why did you keep this to yourself? you could have changed the outcome!"

barbatos glared at the brothers, angered at them for the pain they caused you and for their ignorance.

"if i had told you, what happened, wouldn't have happened. something worse would have, in fact. every single timeline i looked in, it ended with yours and MC's relationship shattering. i had to find a way to relieve the pain they felt, and this was the best outcome. both for them, and for the seven of you." barbatos sneered, standing in front of lord diavolo to shield him from the others.

the brothers didn't want to accept it. they didn't want to listen. how could this have been the best outcome? what other pain ahd they caused you in different times?

but they had to accept the truth. they had to accept the fact that they lost both laila snd you. the only two beings who brought true love and light to their dull life.

because deep down, they knew, they knew they were still demons. still the avatars for the seven sins. and no matter what they did, no matter which timeline it was, they did not deserve your kindness, you friendship, your forgiveness.

in every single timeline, they had destroyed what little link they had left between you and them. and for this to be the best outcome, for you to suffer from pains of horrid memories and traumas caused by them? they knew that they could not have such a blessing in their life.

they were still the seven mighty demons of hell after all. the seven demon brothers who love you, but did not deserve you.

[obeythedemons]

Drunk Texting [Obey Me!: Lucifer/MC]

Warnings: Alcohol (Demonus) use, some angst, but I end it fluffy because my life is too sad in real life to end my fantasies in angst

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer: Who even came up with the idea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins…?

Lucifer: Oh, right. I did…

Lucifer: My bad. Ah, my head is spinning.

Lucifer: Good night MC.

Lucifer: Love you.

MC stared at their phone for a moment. They shuffled up from their bed, ignoring the burning in their cheeks. They slipped on some house shoes and draped a blanket over their shoulders. Quickly, they shuffled out of their room and made their way towards Lucifer’s room. There wasn’t any light shining from underneath his closed door. With a light knock, MC announced their arrival and peered in. Their eyes glanced towards the sofa and his bed; both were unoccupied. With a sigh, they shut the door.

“That idiot,” MC grumbled. “I bet he’s too drunk to make it to his room.”

They quickly descended the staircase, the blanket draped around their shoulders fluttering behind them like a cape. Without hesitating, they flung the front door open. A body toppled backward. MC shrieked and stepped back before the body could hit their feet.

“Oh, good morning, MC,” Lucifer looked up at them, a sleepy smile forming on his face. He slowly rose from where he was sprawled out. He slowly blinked at the now open door. “I couldn’t get it to open earlier.”

“Lucifer,” MC breathed out. Their hand clutched at their chest, trying to will their heart to slow down. “You could have just called me and I would have let you in.”

"Mmm, but I already told you good night. I didn’t want to wake you,” he spoke with a slight slur, the remnants of the Demonus still strongly running through his veins.

“You did, among other things,” MC spoke. They knelt down to the demon’s side and place his arm to wrap around their shoulders. “Let’s get you to bed before one of your brothers takes advantage of you in this state.” They grunted as they hoisted Lucifer back up to his feet. He leaned most of his weight on MC, trying to have as much contact with them as possible.

“You could take advantage of me in this state,” his words rolled out with a grin.

MC huffed a puff of air out in annoyance. “Don’t be ridiculous.” They struggled to take a few steps forward with the amount of weight they were supporting. “Lucifer, help me out here.”

“Only if you give me a kiss.”

"Lucifer!” MC scolded. “I’m not going to kiss you like this.”

“Then, how about when I’m sober,” Lucifer questioned, he looked up at the staircase and sagged more of his weight onto MC. They yelped and tried desperately to keep from falling.

“Fine! Fine! When you’re sober, I’ll kiss you! Just stand up, please!”

Lucifer stood up straight but kept his arm around MC. “Deal. Shall we?” He started to lead MC up the stairs but stumbled every so often. “Diavolo and I spoke about you so much tonight, you know?”

“Yes, you mentioned that while texting me,” MC hummed and focused on getting up the stairs, one-by-one.

“I suppose I did.” Lucifer was quiet for a moment but stopped on a stair. “He was teasing me.”

MC glanced up at him. He was staring ahead, but at nothing in particular. His vision was likely blurry, unfocused. “He teased you? About what?”

“You.” His red eyes looked down and focused on MC’s. “He knows how much I’m infatuated with you and kept teasing me. It got worse as we kept drinking.”

“Both of you were just drunk, it’s not true,” MC grumbled and looked down at their feet. They urged Lucifer to keep taking steps forward.

“You’re right,” Lucifer spoke. A sharp jolt of pain entered MC’s heart, but they kept their face void of emotion. “Infatuation is short-term passion. We were using the wrong word.” MC remained silent as they neared Lucifer’s room. “What would be the right word? Besotted? Ensorcelled? Captivated? Enraptured?”

“Yes, you know a lot of words,” MC sighed and pushed the door to Lucifer’s room open. The pair stumbled through the entryway and meandered to his bed. “Go one, sit down.” MC guided the demon’s body to sit on the edge. Kneeling down, MC began to untie his shoes and slip them off his feet. Lucifer gazed down at them with a soft smile.

“I think the word that best describes how I feel for you is simply love.” MC paused for a moment before quickly finishing taking off his shoes. They stood back up and helped him remove his tie and shrug off his cape. Lucifer frowned. “You’re not going to say anything back.”

MC refused to make eye contact with him. “You’re drunk, you don’t mean it.”

Lucifer raised his hands to rest on MC’s. “I do.”

"No, you don’t,” MC argued and forced their hands from his. They took a couple of steps away from him. Their arms crossed across their body to act as a shield. “You don’t mean it, Lucifer. You would never tell me any of this while sober.” MC felt their bottom lip trembling as the ache in their heart grew. “You don’t actually love me.” They turned from him and wiped a tear that had managed to fall. “Good night, Lucifer.” They hurried out of his room.

“MC!” Lucifer stood, but the spinning in his head intensified, forcing him to fall back onto his bed. “Damn it.”

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A slow and slightly uncoordinated knock woke MC from a dreamless slumber. They pushed themselves up from the bed and glanced at the time on their D.D.D.. It was nearing nine in the morning. With a sigh, they did their best to fix their mess of a head, their fingers tangled in the knots in their hair. Shaking their head, they staggered to the door. When they opened the door, they frowned.

“Lucifer?” their voice asked quietly. His eyes were closed tightly as he pinched his nose. “How are you feeling?”

“I have a terrible headache,” he grumbled and slowly opened his eyes to peer down at MC. “I should have known better than to have a drinking competition with Diavolo.” He removed his hand from his face. “I’m sorry I caused you trouble last night.” He glanced to the side. “It was unbecoming of me.”

“It’s okay,” MC whispered.

“No, it’s not. With that said, I appreciate you helping me.” MC silently nodded their head – slowly realizing that he remembered everything from last night. They bit their lip to keep a frown from being too evident on their face. “And about what I said last night.”

“You didn’t mean it, I know. It’s fine,” MC interrupted. Their hand gripped the side of their door. “Is that all? I should probably get ready.”

“No!” Lucifer’s hand shot to the door to keep MC from shutting it. “I…I did mean it. Every word.”

MC looked up at him with widened eyes. “You did?”

“Yes. Now that I’m sober.” He paused as his head pounded with pain. “Mostly sober. Do you believe me? Do you believe that I love you?” MC swallowed down their nerves and nodded, not trusting their voice to work. Lucifer sighed with relief and lowered his head, hiding his expression from MC. “Good.” He stood up straight once more. “That’s all I needed.” He turned to leave MC but paused when he felt their hand grip his sleeve. He glanced over his shoulder at them with a raised eyebrow.

“I owe you a kiss,” MC mumbled with some embarrassment. “From last night.”

Lucifer chuckled lightly. “You don’t have to unless you actually want to.” He turned to face MC fully once more.

“I…I want to.” MC grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him down, gently resting their lips against his. He hummed happily and moved his hand to the back of MC’s head, relishing in their warmth. MC pulled away after a moment. The hand gripping his shirt moved to wrap around him, they rested their head on his chest. “I love you, too, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s arms wrapped around MC, tightly squeezing them against him. He bent forward and buried his face into the crook of MC’s neck. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. Thank you, my love.”

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

Some ships ones here and there, mostly MC ones --- Belphegor: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations. - Diavolo: Knock, knock! Barbatos, sighing: Who's there? Diavolo: Boo! Barbatos: Boo who? Diavolo: Why are you crying? Barbatos: I'm not crying. Diavolo: Hello not crying, I'm Diavolo :D -

Lucifer: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Mammon: They're golden retrievers. They retrieve gold. I did this for us. - Lucifer: Lord Diavolo, no Diavolo: Lord Diavolo, yes - Mammon: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Barbatos: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. Belphegor: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE! - Asmodeus: *is hugging MC* Leviathan: Hey! It's my turn to hug MC!! *Grabs them* Mammon: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now it’s my time slot! Asmodeus: No, It's still my turn! MC: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the human doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly! Asmodeus: But we need the moral support! Mammon: And you're a human! Which is cute! Leviathan: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. - Diavolo: I wasn’t that drunk. Barbatos: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Diavolo: BECAUSE YOU ARE! - MC: So you like cats? Satan: I love them! MC: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table* - Luke, trying his first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Lucifer, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds. - MC: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Lucifer is walking in this room. Belphegor: *wheeze* - Mammon: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t? (Someone get this man therapy, get them all some therapy) - Lucifer: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours! - Leviathan: How are you still alive?! MC: Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are. - Simeon: What is the one thing I told you not to do? Solomon: Burn the house down. Simeon: And what did you do? Solomon: I made dinner! Simeon: Solomon: Simeon: Solomon: And burnt the house down. - Satan: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper? Satan: Satan: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Lucifer. - MC: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it. Simeon: ...What happened? MC: I made a VERY bad mistake. - Diavolo: *reading a recipe* Beat three eggs?  MC: It means like in, hand-to-hand combat.  Diavolo, playing along: Ohhhhh Barbatos, exasperated: Both of you get out of this kitchen.  - Mammon: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke. Mammon: *Puts on sunglasses and does finger guns* - MC: I’m going to hell. Solomon: Probably. MC: I'll pick you up? Solomon, nodding: Carpool. - *When D.D.D’s were first made in the Devildom* Diavolo,looking at a dead D.D.D: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? - MC: Fight me! Mammon, standing behind them in demon form: *mouths* Do not. - Mammon: We’re getting married, bitches! MC: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem. - Lucifer I hardly slept last night Satan: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you, surprisingly Lucifer: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.? Diavolo: *gay panic* - Luke: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Asmodeus:  Asmodeus: I'm gonna tell him. Simeon: Don't you dare. Asmodeus: What? It's not like I'm telling them about secret relationship, or anything- Luke: Your secret what? Simeon: Nothing! - MC: Wait, what just happened? Mammon: I don’t know. I think Lucifer’s not used to feeling emotions. Maybe it was too much for them. Lucifer, far away: Shut up! -

[obeythebutler]

Could I request headcanons of the brothers going on a cruise with MC please? 🤹

These headcannons were fun to write! I hope you like them, my favourites are Lucifer and Beelzebub here!!

BROTHERS ON A CRUISE WITH MC

Diavolo has organized a cruise in the human world with the brothers for a change of scenery.But with the chaos and the brother's competition for MC's attention, will the cruise be peaceful and relaxing or....something else?

LUCIFER

He was against the idea of a cruise at first, but since Diavolo had organized it and insisted heavily for him and his brothers to join, he couldn't say no, could he? Although he had a hard time leaving work behind....

Lucifer has at least two suitcases packed, despite knowing that everything and more they need would be on the ship. Who knows what he has in those? Perhaps, it would start making weird noises like Satan's suitcase, which... meowed?

He had a hard time convincing some of his brothers to come along, and during the cruise he was pretty tempted to throw them into the waters.... especially a special someone. He had smacked the second oldest into the wall when he felt him reach for his wallet when Mammon thought he was drunk...

During the cruise he was trying to keep track of his unruly brothers shenanigans or was with Diavolo and oh, his brothers shenanigans! That vulgar music at 3 am made him want to commit homicide, which is Satan's forte. Lucifer just wants some time alone with MC, was that too much to ask?

So when MC is back from star-gazing with Satan, he invites them to their room.MC steps inside to find a vinyl recording playing, and in a corner the suitcases he had brought along earlier are open, and they contain many more recordings.

This demon cannot part with his music.

He invites MC to dance with him in his spacious and luxurious suite. And who is MC to decline?

Lucifer could remain forever like this, the tranquility of the night, the vinyl playing, and MC in his arms.

MAMMON

Did Lucifer say cruise? He got his suitcase ready faster than Lucifer could shout his name.

Mammon is like an excited kid at a carnival, so many things to see and do! Is that...a casino?!

At the casino's, he likes to keep MC close to him, so they can see how skilled the Great Mammon is at gambling! N-not like he misses their presence or anything!....

After getting dragged away by the ear by Lucifer, he took to exploring the giant ship, who knows what kind of treasures and artifacts are there?....

Mammon has a high alcohol tolerance, and will support Asmodeus when he suggests a drinking contest, with everyone drunk, it's easier to swipe their card or steal their wallets....shhhh...don't tell Lucifer.

Mammon grabs MC's hand to explore the ship with him, apparently, a few rooms are off- limits, and Mammon wonders what kind of treasures are hidden there..

The pair had to hide in a closet when they heard footsteps outside the door, and while waiting for the danger..ahem...Lucifer, to pass, he couldn't help but feel every single thing.nMC's body pressed flushed against him, their heartbeat, every single movement...

They were so close huddled together that when MC turned their head around their lips met with Mammon's.

On one hand, they were caught. On the other, Mammon is blushing like a tomato...

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was not excited. Going on a cruise meant interacting with people, and he was not ready for that. But when he found out that Mammon was devising a plan to share a room with MC, he never agreed to something so fast in his life...

Before leaving, he kissed all his figurines farewells, and you bet he had a suitcase full of his games and TSL series, complete with a Ruri-chan body pillow in one hand.

Once in his suite, he was ready to stay there until the cruise was over, and had to be forcibly dragged out. Although MC there made everything more bearable.

Did MC's hat fall into the waters due to a strong breeze? No worries, he'll call upon Lotan to fetch it! Okay...maybe not.. although he had dived straight into the water with the poise of a Olympic diver...

Leviathan is bad at handling his liquor, thank the anime gods that Lucifer made everyone throw in the towel or who knows what might have happened that night...

Leviathan couldn't sleep in a bed, force of habit. Sleeping in the bathtub was what he did, although he had to watch anime on his phone. The third night MC had summoned Leviathan to their room, which was puzzling in itself, but when he got there, he was pleasantly surprised!

MC had a TV set and desktop ready in front of a bathtub in the room, with TSL playing, and it was a heart-warming moment of the Lord of Shadows and Henry bonding over a spell book..Leviathan could have hugged MC there and then...

Perhaps nights were best spend with MC by his side as they both binged anime.

SATAN

Satan doesn't mind cruise trips. They are a nice change of scenery, and MC is going too,but with his brothers around ..

He packs a lot of books. A lot of books. He was struggling with the suitcases and does one of them...meow?

The ship doesn't hold anything interesting for him, apart from the library. He was ready to make the library his domain until he found out the suite next to MC's was vacant..

It was amusing to watch some of his brother's get shitfaced though, more videos and images for future blackmail! Although he had MC sticking to his side most of the time, and blamed the hand constantly on them as being drunk...

He and Belphegor together devised the most intricate ways to mess with Lucifer! All his hair products replaced with glue, his clothes hexed and a set of alarms that would ring at an interval of five minutes with WAP as their alarm, courtesy of Asmodeus!

The days are chaotic, and nightfall is the time Satan can unwind. He usually prefers to read in the library and devour endless stacks of books that had been placed there, from the Royal Library, of course.

But on a cruise he sets up a spot on the deck, a hidden spot where no one could disturb the pair of him and MC easily! He invites MC to gaze at the stars in the sky with him, as the view tonight is breathtaking.

Satan goes on tell MC about each of the constellations, their names, and about the pole star, the planets- it's so adorable to watch Satan rant excitedly, there's a glint in his eyes and the way he passionately speaks makes MC want to kiss him..

On the way of escorting MC back to their room, Lucifer comes along and takes them away with the pretext of helping him organize some documents-what cheek! Couldn't he have come up with a better excuse?!Lucifer didn't let him even present a speech on his behalf, and here he was-

Well, at least he got a kiss from MC.

ASMODEUS

Cruise, you say?! Hell yes, he is off to pack clothes to compliment his body and a load of skincare products, we don't want the Sun to ruin his beautiful skin!

Asmodeus cannot stop preparing for the cruise. He is that excited. He has got everything planned and packed- sunglasses, hat, sunscreen, video camera- to make memories for the future, not for blackmail in case of shenanigans, of course!

He will choose MC's outfits for the trip. From a hat to even underwear- okay, swimwear, he's their personal fashion advisor!

Asmodeus will be taking pictures every moment for his Devilgram, and hopefully catch his brother's shirtless, the likes he could get for them!

He had suggested a drinking contest, and it was going wonderfully well. Just a few more shots and with his brothers drunk, the secrets and the drama he could get them to spill! But Lucifer had to be a party-pooper and put a stop to the fun that was just getting started...

But the fun he had when WAP started blasting from Lucifer's room at 3 am, oh he had it all recorded!

He was annoyed when his brothers kept booking the spots next to MC,not fair, they get to spend all the time with them! So what Asmodeus do is take upon himself to pamper them with skincare routines, at least he gets some time with them this way...

MC in his lap as he applied a moisturizer on their face, oh what he would give for this moment to last forever..

They almost looked more beautiful than him then..

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub was fine with anything, as long as Belphegor was there OR plenty of food.But, Belphegor, food and MC, with Barbatos as the cook?! Sign him up, he's ready.

He couldn't wait to board the ship and start feasting on the spread of food in front of him.Beelzebub may or may not have chewed on the ship's furniture in his impatience....

Beelzebub is a go-with-the-flow kind of person. So when Lucifer was chasing Belphegor after being the victim of his prank, he was the one to hoist Belphegor on his shoulders and run, as Belphegor wanted to sleep.

Beelzebub was cool with Asmodeus's drinking contest, as long as he got to eat and spend time with his family.

He was either found eating in the kitchen, or in the rare moments, stargazing with Belphegor and MC while munching away at snacks. If both Belphegor and MC fell asleep while on the deck, he would carry them both to bed, this sweet demon. He was happy if his family was happy.

The night he fondly remembers from the cruise is that time when MC was sitting on his lap as they both munched on delicious chocolate cupcakes prepared by Barbatos.

The night sky was even more inviting, and Beelzebub was gazing at the stars, remembering how Lilith used to talk about them. Her favourite was the pole star.

MC came shyly and offered him a batch of cupcakes. Beel swears he would have tackled them in a hug right there and then, if not for their frail human body....

Beelzebub invited MC to sit on their lap as it was cold and they might fall sick. Who was MC to decline? With them in his lap, food and the night sky, Beelzebub suddenly looked down and was met with MC's lips. They tasted like chocolate. MC had giggled and remarked that his lips were soft.

Beel dived in for another kiss.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor is too lazy to go on a cruise. He was ready to flop onto Beel's shoulders and remain there for the duration of the trip. But when he found out it was hosted by Diavolo, oh boy...He had sneered and refused to come along. It took Beel's convincing and MC's puppy eyes for him to join....

The only items Belphegor had as luggage were some pairs of his clothes and cow pillow, and MC!

He had to stay awake in order to stop Beel from eating the furniture, and as soon as he got to his suite he plopped on the bed and was out in a flash. Nothing could wake him up for a few hours....

When Asmodeus had suggested a drinking contest, he was half-asleep on MC's shoulder. Half-asleep only.Belphegor was hoping that one of his shit-faced brothers would leak some secrets and he secretly enjoyed the drama, come on, who doesn't love some fresh gossip?

Although he admits the trip had not passed away sleeping because of two things.

One: he got to prank Lucifer along with Satan. He could hear WAP from his suite, and Lucifer's screaming. Belphegor had climbed onto Beel's shoulders as he was too sleepy to run....

Two: he got to kiss MC.

It was a beautiful night as Belphegor laid on the deck gazing at the sky. Just like how he used to in the Planetarium. MC had joined him as they couldn't sleep, and during this part of the night Belphegor remained awake. It was just the two of them, with MC lying close to him as he whispered about the stars and pointed out the constellations they formed.

MC shifted closer to him and kissed him. And recoiled immediately.

"Sorry." They muttered as they looked away.

" You looked too adorable, I'm sorry if I d-"

They're interrupted by Belphegor kissing them back.