#don't worry he left a meal for Beel really he did;;

[nick-writes-stuff]

Coming Home (Beel x gn!reader)

!!warnings!!: disordered eating (restricting) is discussed a fair amount since it's Beel!, use of MC, passing mention of talking with a mouth full (not in depth at all)

a/n: PART TWO IS HERE! I know I mentioned Mammon in the first part but my brain had an idea for Beel that I just had to jump on. I'm also happy to say that I now have an idea for Levi, Barbatos, and Diavolo as well as Lucifer and Mammon. Belphie and Asmo are just taking me some time to think of.

When you and Solomon had finally figured out how you could return to your original point in time, you were obviously ecstatic. Sure, you were still living with the brothers in the past, but the brothers in your timeline were just inherently different people than they were when they first became demons. You needed to get back to them as soon as you could because you needed them to know you were okay. More importantly to you, you needed to make sure they were okay.

You knew Beel would be distraught over your absence. The two of you had grown so close in your time in the devildom. You had routines of making breakfast, meeting up for lunch in RAD, and going out for dinner every Saturday to Hell's Kitchen. You couldn't imagine how he would have dealt with your absence without tearing up.

You couldn't believe how unfair the universe was to his poor soul. So many important people in his life were ripped away from him. Lillith was killed, Belphie was trapped in the attic, you were killed momentarily, and now you had disappeared without a trace in the middle of the night. It killed you to know that your absence was causing him pain, so once you landed from the portal, you started running to the House of Lamentation as fast as you could.

You didn't know what time it was when you arrived, but as you opened the door to the house, you knew you were interrupting a meal just from the smell wafting from the kitchen. You were happy because not only were you starving, but you knew exactly where Beel would be. You rushed your way into the dining room and scanned the table with utter glee.

While the brothers began to react to your presence, you quickly realized that Beel was not with them. The seat for the sixth-born was left empty, not even with any empty dishes waiting to be filled. You felt your smile fade as you were swarmed by everyone except the youngest, as Belphegor had dozed off at his seat at the table. Where was Beel? Why would he be missing dinner? It even looks like they had made one of his favorites.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Asmo says your name and waves his hand in front of your face. You blinked slightly and met his eyes. You had been so focused on your worries that you hadn't even noticed him talking to you.

"MC, you're okay, right? No injuries to speak of?" Lucifer asked, clearly worried about how you were acting. You felt bad for how you were acting because you knew it would be worrying them, as well as not giving them the joyful reunion they had probably imagined.

You cleared your throat. "Um yeah I'm fine, but where's-"

You were cut off by multiple questions from the other brothers.

Mammon began talking first: "MC how did you get back here?"

"Did you figure out who sent you to the past?" Satan chimed in.

"Does Diavolo know of your return?" Lucifer asked.

You sighed softly before answering in rapid succession: "Solomon made a portal once we broke the curse. No, we didn't. I don't think so." You said, turning to the respective person you were answering.

Lucifer turned on his heel and left without another word, presumably to contact Diavolo and Barbatos. Before Levi could interject to the conversation, you stopped him. "Guys, where's Beel?"

The four older brothers couldn't find their words before a half-alseep Belphegor perked up at his seat. "He's in our room."

"Missing dinner?" You asked. This was clearly a sore subject at the moment.

"Beel hasn't really eaten a meal with us since you vanished." Levi interjected.

"Yeah, he's been more reclusive than Levi, and that's saying something." Mammon joked, lightly elbowing Levi to his embarrassment.

You seemed shocked at the revelation, clearly trying to put the pieces together. Belphie yawned before chiming in: "He hasn't had an appetite since you left. He's barely been eating enough to sustain himself."

You nodded slightly while processing the information. Before you said anything, you hurried off into the kitchen. You opened what you remembered to be the cabinet with the plates to be met with pantry items. Of course they had changed the organization of the kitchen since the time you had been living in. You opened up several cabinets before finding the plates. You came back into the dining room and began dishing food onto the plate.

"Are ya that hungry that you-" Mammon started.

"It's not for me." You looked up as you finished the plate. The brothers seemed confused. You chuckled while grabbing a dinner roll. "He's gonna be hungry once he knows I'm okay." You said with a light smirk before taking the plate up the stairs.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you approached his door, knowing all of the hardship in the past would be worth it when you saw his face light up. You knocked on the door a few times, rocking on your heels as you waited for him.

After twenty seconds or so, your smile dropped, knocking again with slightly more effort.

"I'm not hungry. Leave me alone." You hear Beel's voice muffled through the door.

You stayed persistent, knocking once again of the wooden door.

"I'm not coming down." He said, louder than before.

You knocked again. You heard rustling as if he was getting up. Soon enough, the door swung open and Beel stood dumbfounded. For a second he thought he was beginning to hallucinate because of the lack of nutrition. He looked you over for a moment without saying anything, almost like he was trying to determine if it was really you.

You gave him a playful smile. "Your brothers told me you might be hungry." You quipped. You held the plate of food up, drawing his attention to it. Once he saw it, you could hear his stomach growl.

He grabbed the plate from you, setting it on his desk and grabbing the roll. He rushed back over to you and threw his arms around you. He stuffed the dinner roll into his mouth before squeezing you tighter. Not enough to hurt you, of course. He was always mindful of his strength, but from the lack of proper nutrition recently, he was definitely weaker than usual.

You reciprocated the hug, taking a deep breath as you tried not to cry. Happy tears of course. You missed him so much. Sure, he was still there in the past, but it wasn't your Beel.

"I missed you so much." You said quietly into his shoulder.

He answered with an unintelligible sound that you quickly realized was likely him answering you with his mouth full. You laughed through your tears before he pulled away from you.

He had finished the roll before speaking again. "Are you okay? When did you get back?"

You nodded. "I'm fine, don't worry. I just got back maybe 10 minutes ago. I ran over as fast as I could." You said as you watched him return to the plate of food you had retrieved for him.

"You know, we were worried sick..." He begins, trailing off as he started eating the fries on the plate.

While you were glad he was finally feeling better and willing to eat, it killed you to know that he had been hurting so much. "I know. I'm sorry." You said with a frown.

Beel sat the empty plate back on the desk. You didn't want to know how he managed to eat it so fast. He turned and looked at you, clearly puzzled. "Why are you sorry?"

You shrugged slightly. "I just feel bad because I know you guys were probably really worried."

He reached over and touched your shoulder lightly. "Hey you didn't choose to get kidnapped and sent back in time right?" He asked.

You seemed confused at his question. "Hell no. Of course not."

He smiled slightly, "Then don't feel bad. It wasn't your fault."

You met his eyes with tears threatening to spill from yours. He pulled you into another hug, and you held onto him tightly.

You stayed like that for a moment until he pulled away. He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. You then heard his stomach growl once again. You smiled slightly as he seemed to get somewhat embarrassed.

"How would you feel about going to eat at Hell's Kitchen with me?" He asked.

"Your brothers made dinner already though." You said.

He jokingly looked offended. "Wow, you don't want to have some alone time with me?" He said with a smirk.

Your smile fell slightly. "Okay I didn't consider that aspect of the deal. After careful reconsideration, I would be delighted to join you."

He chuckled softly at your phrasing, breaking out into full on laughter as you said "I don't know how well your brothers will appreciate that though."

He seemed to consider it for a moment. "I'm sure it'll be fine." He said. He reached out his hand, and you intertwined your fingers before leaving his room.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

That’s okay! With how popular the Addams family is getting again. I assumed that you might have saw something so that’s my fault. 😭 How about instead a professional chef Mc, who’s cooking is just godly?

Now this, I can do!

Lucifer keeps a weary ear on the kitchen. It's the human's first time on dinner duty, he's left Mammon to make sure they don't burn the house down...and the more he thinks about it, the more he regrets that decision.

Not that Mammon would let anyone else near MC. Nor is he particularly famous for stopping things from catching fire.

He finds reasons to linger nearby, hoping to keep the human from third degree burns or poisoning his family. Hopefully not all humans are cursed with Solomon's culinary abilities.

His worries proved to be entirely unfounded as Mc served up a dish of mouth-watering delights.

'You look surprised, Lucifer.'

'I...this is, impressive.'

'Nah, it's comfort food. Felt like I needed it.'

'I see...please cook more often.'

Mammon melted, and then proceeded to see money signs. This is a straight up restaurant level chef, under his roof, he could make a fortune off this human!

Or...he could watch that look in their eyes as they concentrate on intricate recipes, he could watch their careful hands plating up edible works of art, and keep it all to himself.

As the avatar of Greed, he opts not to share, and monopolises MC's cooking as often as possible.

Leviathan broke out the anime recipe book and BEGS MC to recreate all sorts of weird and wacky recipes, some that most chefs wouldn't even look at, much less after substituting so many ingredients as most couldn't be found in the devildom.

MC loves the challenge, and Leviathan loves watching them work it out before his very eyes. From picture to live action, they crank those meals out in record time and he loses his mind every time they do it.

He's MC's number one fan and absolutely started a blog purely for their culinary mastery.

Satan was more impressed with how good they were at building dishes from scratch. Ingredients common in the Devildom are completely alien to MC. Does that stop them?

Nope. Tasting it once is enough, they've got a mental map of the Devildom equivalent to just about every ingredient they need, and if they don't, Satan gets to do his favourite thing.

Food shopping with MC.

They end up tasting all sorts of new foods, eating at new restaurants and overall losing hours at a time doing "food research".

Asmodeus fears for his figure with MC around. No, really, that food is Celestial level heavenly.

90% of his devilgram pics are now MC's dishes, and no one can tell the difference between their cooking and restaurant food.

The avatar of lust even did himself a little experiment. He ordered a dish from Ristorante Six, then, asked MC to cook the same thing.

He doesn't eat out much anymore, he does however, find some creative uses for that homemade chocolate mousse of theirs...

Beelzebub...brace, he's stealing you.

MC has quickly learned that Beel is exceedingly good at pulling puppy dog eyes, and they do love to feed him. They used to hold off on making new recipes because they hated the thought of wasting food, but with Beel around, food is never wasted.

'It can't be worse than eating Solomon's food.' He says.

'Yes but...you're supposed to taste it. Not eat the plate too, hun.'

He can't help it! He loves MC, and he loves food, so food made by MC is perfection.

His brother know never to go near MC's cooking until Beel's share has been set aside for him, he's gone on more than one rampage because MC cooked and he didn't get any.

Belphegor thought it was silly at first, it's just food, why make it so fancy? Why have schools and stuff dedicated to making something taste good?

That opinion didn't last past the appetiser of MC's "Welcome out of the Attic" celebration.

They cooked a five course meal for everyone, from scratch, and every dish looked and smelled absolutely incredible. The food itself was an experience all on its own, and watching his brothers be utterly enamoured with the flavours was by far his favourite sight to date.

He saw MC in a new light after that. Their talent brought people together, they had a knack for knowing what to make for an occasion, and the way their eyes lit up at the sight of a full table was the stuff of dreams.

Does he wake up earlier on the days they're on breakfast duty?

...maybe.

[matenrou-fan]

Beel, Levi and Asmo with chubby! fem! s/o who have low self-esteem

Was fighting thoughts about ordering delivery for fast food and then a sudden idea came to my mind...! (p.s. I lost the fight)

Femreader, fluff, hurt/comfort, Asmo being mischievous a little bit;;

-He has no idea why you think about yourself so low and can't believe he actually loves you.

-Beel is so big, like, really big. And you love him, don't you? Then why did you think he couldn't feel the same passion for you?

-If you have a tummy it just means you are eating well. And that he has something to squeeze and kiss, as much as your thick thighs too.

-Don't you dare to try diets or something. Beel doesn't mind if it was because of some health problems or something, but if you just tell him that you want to lose weight because you feel ugly, he will stop you.

-He may not be that good with words but he will try to explain to you how much he loves you and that's real happiness not in your figure but in your heart. So you can be pretty and beautiful in any form and shape, the main point is confidence and he's willing to help you work with that.

-"S/o.. i.. I really love you.." - it was kinda hard to talk so intimate without getting embarrassed but Beel threw away his shyness, knowing that you need some comfort right now. - "I love you and your appearance the way it is, because you are already perfect and without any flaws.. Like a big Cheeseburger…"

-He wants you to be healthy and happy, and there's nothing better than a big portion of your favorite meal, don't you think? So now he will take you with him in cafes more often, he hopes eating together will be less nerving for you.

-Will try to compliment you more, especially about your appearance. Despite it looking like all he thinks about is food, he's pretty attentive and always notices when you buy a new skirt or get a new haircut.

-"You look so.. um.. tasty in this dress.." - Beel gets closer to you and takes your hands, smiling happily with a little blush on his cheeks. - "And the way you smell is so.. delicious.."

-Well maybe he's a little bit awkward but he's trying his best! After all, he just wants to always support and help you..!

-He doesn't care how much you weigh, for him you're still so small that he can easily lift you up with one arm. See? That means you are not that fat, so don't worry, darling..!

-You may be sad because in all that anime he watches so many pretty girls with such unrealistic thin waists.. How can he look at you and feel something after seeing so many pretty fictional characters and so many beautiful cosplayers..?

-When you tell him about this he will get shocked. How can you think like that?? After all that love and care he put in you?? It's not fair..!

-"Since when do you start thinking like a normie, caring about your weight and everything?! The real otaku's mind has thoughts only about new games and shows..!" - he scoffs, but then looks at you with a worried expression - "Come on, there's no one who will be cooler than you.. Even Ruri-chan says that personality is more important than appearance, but you're great in both ways, so why do you care??"

-He's really surprised how someone so precious and cute can have low self-esteem. If someone will combine all his waifus the result still will be not that adorable and stunning like you..!

-He absolutely loves your big thighs, as he can lie on them while playing on his phone. It's much more comfortable and warm than his pillow so don't you dare try to get rid of these plump squishy things..!

-Levi will try to find some anime about cooking or some that includes plus size characters, so you will feel better. When you are so sad his heart hurts more than when he died right as the boss got like 1 hp left in his favorite game.

-Also.. What did you say about all these cosplayers? He now makes you a great outfit so he can prove to you how much more beautiful you will look in cosplay than all these people..!

-"Here..! Try this!" - he drag you to his room and show you a dress that looks as if it would be worn by some magical girl like Sailor moon. - "Come on, you will look hella cute in this..! After all, it's my work, and I always pay attention to all details, don't you see?"

-Will make one of your photos like his avatar in social media as he really can't stop admiring your beautiful form here.

-Levi will use any opportunity to show you his love, maybe sometimes not with the real words but through text as he's too embarrassed to say something like that out loud but still.. Despite he hates when Asmo doing this, just for you, he will add extra hearts in the end <3

-Honey.. From all people on this planet.. you…?!

-He's stunned. Speechless. Will probably give you a side eye for a moment. Come on, baby, beauty loves confidence, and if you keep being so shy about yourself you will never shine bright..!

-If you will avoid him because you are afraid that you're not worth his attention, the attention of the most beautiful, skinny, precious demon in Devildom, then he has no choice but to annoy you everyday.

-Expect a bunch of text from him with millions of sweet words about your cute appearance and breathtaking figure. Also will shower you with presents, from small lipstick to a whole outfit.

-"S/o..! Oh, my precious charming goodness, here you are!" - he gets closer and, before you have time to react, pepper all your face in small quick kisses. - "Are you sad again about your figure? Stop it, there's no one who has such a mesmerizing and beautiful body as you have..! And I'm willing to show you how truthful my words of love are in any way you want me to, darling..!♡"

-He's a pro in fashion! And he knows how to enhance the beauty of his little beloved girl, finding the right clothes that suit your stunning look.

-So yeah, Asmo will take you with him to all the shops now. He thinks that if you refresh your wardrobe a little then you will also refresh your mind. You will be able to look at yourself from his view and realize just how much potential you have.

-"Hurry up, there's at least five stores that I wanted to show you..!" - he takes your arms and leads you through the streets - "You know, shopping always helps me forget about everything, so come on, let's enjoy our little date today, hehe..!"

-There's no one who will outshine Asmo in beauty. Well, at least among demons. Cause among people there's no one who will outshine you, and he will repeat it to you until you will remember it, darling.

[lightvsdark18]

Obey Me-Textbook

The halls are booming with voices and sounds of students, all racing to their lockers or next classes. Milady walks through the crowds of demons and keeps herself unnoticeable to the unfriendly villains. Despite already having three pacts on her back, she doesn't want to lose her skin here.

She enters the classroom and takes her seat, taking out a notebook and pencil. It has been almost a month since she came here, ripped from her home to admit a school for demons. The top of her back is still bleeding from what Lucifer did in the underground tomb. She hasn't seen Luke since.

Mammon, Levi and Satan approach her desk, a conversation being strike up by the greedy demon. He talks her ear off on what he's doing after school and how much grimm he will make. Levi sits next to her and tells her about a recent game he found, then takes out his phone to show it.

Mammon yells to get away from his human. Levi argues she's also his human and a fight shortly starts. She sighs and tells them to knock it off and to go back to their seats. Mammon tells her to shut it, just to be forced into his seat by the pact.

Satan watches it with enjoyment at his brother whining about the human putting him in his place. The class starts and the professor lectures on what hexes to avoid using on a living being. Students whisper on maybe using it on the human and glance back with evil intent.

She sighs again and writes notes on the hexes. A ball of paper flies over her head and lands on her notebook. Chuckles and voices are heard behind her just to go silent when she rips the paper without reading and glares back. They return the glare.

An hour later, the bell rings and everyone gets up for lunch. Mammon and Levi quickly come to her side, blocking the demons wishing to threaten her. The two brothers walk her to the cafeteria and chat on what to get with the few grimm they have.

Beel appears behind them and scares his brothers and gets yelled at to not do that. He ignores the two and asks if she wants to have lunch together, offering to pay. She agrees to which Mammon complains and argues that she has to have lunch with him. Levi drags his brother away while the white haired demon continues to complain.

Milady and Beel find a quiet spot away from people and have a "couple" of sandwiches, chips, juice boxes and pastries. She takes her share and begins eating, but Beel worries about her small portion, offering more to her. She declines and states humans have smaller stomachs than demons.

"If you say so." He pauses before a bite of sandwich. "... How is your wound?" He gazes over with concerned eyes.

"I rather not talk about it. It's being treated, so don't worry." She keeps her eyes down at the table and focus on her meal.

He frowns and respects her request.

The bell rings and the two head upstairs to the main halls. They walk together and hear whispers of those envious of the human's closeness with the Avatar of Gluttony. Hisses and growls make Beel wrap an arm his master's shoulders and look back at those daring to hiss.

He walks her all the way to her seat and tells her he will be close by if she needs anything. She thanks him and sees his cheeks turn pink at her smile. He returns the gesture and goes to his seat. Asmo takes the chance to swing by and chat with her, but she doesn't really answer him.

He pouts at her cruelty for ignoring a beautiful creature like him. She bites back at reminding him she's still angry about what he didn't do when his brothers needed assistance. He pretends to not know and chuckles evilly. She furls her brows angrily as he lefts.

The lecture begins, sounds of writing and the professor's voice fills the room. She rests her head on her hand as she writes, her mind going numb from boredom when

"Asmo!" Beel's voice cuts through. "What did you do to my book?"

She peeks through her fingers to see the pink glitter drawn all over Beel's textbook. Asmo pretends to not know how his glitter pen made a mess like that, then jumps at Beel slamming the book down on his desk. Levi stands up and offers to share his textbook with him if he sits back down.

The professor doesn't intervene to not lose any limbs to the Avatar of Gluttony. Beel demands Asmo to answer him and she peeks away from the drama to not see something ugly. However, the conversation turns comical and bites her lip to not laugh at the clear anger, the scared squeak and the desperate pleads.

Lucifer soon had to get involved when the class had to leave and give the whole room to Beel to terrorize his brothers. Lucifer heavily sighs at the state of the classroom and demands the three and her come to the student council room.

The four sit at the table while Lucifer lecture his brothers on how they should appear and act in school and in front of other demons, then turns his lecture to Milady. He argues she should have controlled Beel or ordered him to not cause a scene.

"I tried, but he's a recent pact and I'm learning to give him commands. I tried and failed," she lies.

"That's not how it works. You found the whole thing funny and refused to diffuse the situation, even when it got out of hand." His red eyes glare daggers into her for refusing to do her job as a master.

"Or-" she rests her head on her hand- "I couldn't because of my injury."

He gets startled by the answer and narrows his eyes at her to study her face for a bluff. She directs her eyes to the table with a look of sadness, making him believe her white lie. He demands them to leave and faces away as they do so.

She smirks to herself.

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[otomefoxystar]

Moving Forward - Chaper Six

Fandom : Obey Me!

Suitor : Satan X OC (Paisley)

Warnings : None

Author’s Note: Solomon is primarily in this chapter, Satan will reappear I promise, but this part is important on the development of Paisley.

Solomon was going to keep his promise to Satan and watch over Paisley. However,  Asmo was one of his closest and oldest friends. He couldn't just ignore him because of Paisley. Solomon had to talk to Asmo straight away. Once he arrived at the house of lamentation, everyone was lively at his unexpected arrival. 

"Satan's left, and we aren't allowed to contact him, Diavolo's orders," Belphie said with a hint of spite laced in his words. Solomon put his finger on his chin. "Satan came to tell us himself." Lucifer crossed his arms as he said, "He did, did he?" Solomon nodded, "Yes, although he didn't say why he was leaving." Solomon says as he shifts his feet and places his hands in his pockets. "Is everyone okay with this?." Solomon asks, and  Leviathan shrugs his shoulders and says, "Asmo and Paisley haven't said anything and haven't left their rooms since this morning. I'd say they were taking lessons from me, but Asmo isn't one to shut himself up like this." 

"Hmm. I'll see if I can talk to Asmo." Solomon says, "See that you do." Lucifer replies. Solomon knocks on the door to Asmo's room. "Go away." Solomon raised an eyebrow, it was unlike Asmo to push company away he always wanted to share his newest beauty product with them. "It's Solomon," Asmo answered the door. He had no makeup on, and his skin lacked its usual radiance. "Oh, Solomon!" Asmo cries, pulling Solomon into his room and immediately hugging him, crying into his chest.

Solomon patted Asmo's back. "What happened?" Solomon asks, "It's been awful, I really fucked up, Satan and Paisly hate me." Solomon backed away from Asmo, put his arm around his shoulders, and walked him to his bed. "What did you do? I'm sure they don't actually hate you." He shook his head, "They do! Not that I blame them; I'd hate me too." Solomon sat on the bed. "Well, what'd you do?" Solomon asks again, but Asmo shakes his head. "I can't say. I can't make things worse than they already are." Asmo says, sobbing, knowing he wants to tell Solomon so severely, but he won't, not after what he has already caused. "I understand; you don't have to tell me anything," Solomon says to his friend, trying to be a comfort and not pry.

After Asmo cried for a good thirty minutes, Solomon calmed him down enough to coerce him to go downstairs to eat. Mammon immediately served Asmo, wanting to cheer his brother up, trying to make his dinner aesthetically pleasing. When Mammon set the plate down, Asmo let out a little squeal. "Mammon! It's so cute." It wasn't cute, but Asmo saw the effort Mammon had put into it and, of course, complimented him. Making Mammon smile. He took a picture of it, not because he would post it on Devilgram, but because Asmo wanted to remember Mammon's kindness when he was at his worst.

Lucifer sighed, "Still no Paisley. Beel, can you bring her a plate without eating it? " Beel nodded, wanting to do anything to get his mind off Satan leaving. Their conversation played over and over in his head. Solomon cleared his throat as they all got ready to eat. "Do you mind if I take it?" Lucifer handed the plate to Solomon, and Beel looked dejected. Solomon patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Beel, you can bring her a meal anytime. I actually wanted to talk to her." Beel shrugged his shoulders and said, "I suppose you're right."

Solomon knocked on Paisley's door, but there was no answer. "Paisley, it's Solomon. Will you please open the door?" She didn't get off her bed, "It's open." After shutting the door, Solomon walked over to her bed, where she was watching TV. He set the food down on the bedside table. "Lucifer wants you to eat." He says, and Paisley rolls her eyes. "I don't know why he insists on bringing it to me. He knows I'll eat when I'm ready."  She commented, and Solomon gave her a little smile. "He's worried about you." He replied, "May I sit with you?" He pointed to the bed. "Sure," She answered.

"Paisley, are you alright?" She looked at Solomon, her eyes red from crying, and just when she thought she couldn't cry anymore, "No," she said as more tears came. "Come here, I got you." Solomon pulled her in a hug. 'Perhaps I'm here to just let everyone cry on me,' He thought to himself, and if the situation had been different, he would have laughed.

 Instead, he rubbed her back. "You don't need to tell me what's going on; just let it out." Finally, when sobs stopped and she calmed down, she pulled away. "Sorry," He put his hand up, "I guess Satan leaving has been hard on you." He says as he gives her a concerned look. She shrugged, "I'm used to people leaving." Solomon's brow creased. "That's not something you should get used to. I think if your tears are any indication, you're hurting." He says, and she looks down, "Yeah." she quietly answers, Playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "So much happened, and then he just left. He didn't even tell me or anyone." She says, giving Solomon a glimmer of what was bothering her.

Satan had told Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, but Solomon wouldn't tell her that. She was distraught, and so was Asmo. It made Solomon wonder what happened between the three of them. He wasn't going to push her, though. "How about you stay at Purgatory Hall for a couple of days? We can drink hot chocolate and watch movies." Solomon asks; she looks at him, surprised by the offer; she has never done anything like this before. "Um, what about Lucifer?" Solomon smiled and patted her thigh. "I'll talk to him. I'm sure it'll be fine." Solomon grinned, "What do you think?" he asked with a smile, and she nodded, accepting his invitation. "Yeah? I'll go talk to Lucifer. Get packed." 

Paisley packed a small duffle bag with clothes for about three days; she packed her makeup bag. She remembered being a teenager, sitting in the bathroom, putting makeup on, and then taking it off again repeatedly because she had nothing better to do. Paisley would have to take it off before she walked out of the bathroom, afraid of the consequences if her parents disapproved, so she never really wore it. Now, she could without worrying about getting reprimanded for something she wanted to do. Coming out of her reverie, she threw in a couple of toiletries. She zipped up the bag, threw it over her shoulder, and walked to the dining room, where everyone was gathered. 

Solomon looked at Paisley as she entered the room. "All set?" 

"Yeah," she answered, and  Lucifer looked at her, noticing her red, puffy eyes; maybe this would get her mind off things. Satan and her had become quite close. Lucifer put his hands in fists; how could Satan just disappear like this and hurt someone who cared so much for him. That actually saw him for who he was and not his wrath. Lucifer tightened his fists; why did Satan leave? He made a vow to have a talk with Satan when he finally saw him again, no matter when that may be, and give him a punishment for making them all worry. "Take care of her, will ya?" Mammon said, and Solomon smiled, "Of course." Solomon reached for her bag, and she looked at him in wonder. "What? I'll carry it for you." He said at the conflicted look she gave him. She looked at Solomon curiously. "It's just that-" she shook her head "Nevermind," She says

She wasn't used to this kind of treatment except by Satan. "Let's go." As they walked down the street, Lucifer watched with a watchful eye, and Beel came to stand beside him. "Something is off, Beel. I can feel it, but I can't put my finger on it." Beel squeezed Lucifer's shoulder, "I know I feel it too. There's something about her, huh?" Lucifer raised his chin as he eyed them. "I didn't notice it until she stood next to Solomon." Beel looked at the two walking in the distance, "Do you think she's magical? And being with Solomon magnifies it somehow." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "That's exactly what I was thinking, Beel." Lucifer says and squeezes his hand on Beel's wrist, "I forget how inquisitive you are sometimes, Beelzebub." It wasn't often that Lucifer complimented his brother, but lately, they all had been more appreciative of each other. 

Paisley was mainly quiet on the way to the purgatory hall, which Solomon expected. Still, with her emotions running high, Solomon couldn't help but notice the glimmer of magic seeping from her. He didn't say anything, but now that he knew she was magical, his brain wouldn't stop spinning on how he could take her focus off of Satan. If she agreed to learn from him, that is.

[tricksheart]

@xamassed​ said: His head peeked into the kitchen, revealing wide eyes and a boyish pout. "Can I come in again? I promise not to eat everything while you're cooking . . ." ( beel )

Eating all the food wasn’t the problem. Having someone stare directly at him was the real reason why Akira didn’t want anyone to observe his cooking or himself in general. It was okay with Morgana back in the human world staring at Akira because that is what cats do when something captures their attention and no matter how much the feline didn’t want to admit to being one, watching intently was something they always did, even when passing by with his father in Sumaru City.

Getting back on topic, Akira is seriously thinking about bolting again. There isn’t a lot of times he is actually present in the Devildom, since no one would listen to his request in going back to the human world so rebelling the best he could, would just stay in his room until the year or so was over so he could go back to his meager life on the surface. Even though Arsene inside of his soul would actually benefit from being down here. This place however reminded Akira of the God of Control and how it was centered in the middle of a hellish landscape so being away from here would be the better option. Not like Akira was going to tell the real reason he hated being stuck here with the higher ranking demons.

“You can eat everything. I don’t care. I’m not Lucifer. Even with all the jokes about it behind my back, I wouldn’t scold someone from raiding the fridge. It doesn’t have a lock on it or a note saying not to eat anything. I’m leaving so just help yourself to whatever”. 

He feels bad about snapping but being cooped up in a place that doesn’t allow freedom to get out of there really makes him angry. Or that just because Diavolo picked him out of billions of humans to make it here with Solomon and that other human girl didn’t mean he actually wanted to be chosen. Just like how he didn’t get to choose to represent being a pawn in a game over the fate of humanity a few years back. Guess he does share some similarities with Beel’s older brother, that being unable to leave this place freely without restrictions. 

[panicattheattic]

Falling Asleep on Them Headcanons

Lucifer

So you were in trouble right?

Yup, you aren't even sure what you did this time.

But here you were.

In Lucifer's room.

Getting a talking-to that's been going on for like 3 hours now.

At this point you were sitting beside Lucifer on his bed.

Kinda looking towards him, but not really paying attention.

But he just kept going on and on.

Eventually you started to get really sleepy.

Ah that's right, you were in trouble for staying out so late...

You tried to fight the drowsiness fearing you'd just get in trouble again.

That didn't work so well.

Soon you were slumped over, fast asleep.

Lucifer felt your weight on him and he knew immediately you had fallen asleep.

That may or may not have been part of his plan.

To be fair, he originally was just going to give you one of his extensive speeches about following the rules.

But once he saw you were barely staying awake, he decided to take advantage of it.

Can you blame him?

You look so adorable when you sleep.

Just don't be alarmed when you wake up tomorrow in Lucifer's bed all snuggled up in his sheets.

Mammon

He was over at your room.

Again.

You were watching a compilation of the best Lord of Fools moments from the TSL anime.

Mammon was crying, but that's besides the point.

You held on to his arm in order to comfort him.

"I-I'm fine, ya dummy! Ya think the great Mammon needs someone to hold him??"

You managed to convince him it was for you instead of him, so he let it slide.

Not that that was something difficult for him to do.

The warmth that radiated off of him was calming, so calming infact, that you couldn't help snuggling into his side even more and drifting off to sleep.

At first when he noticed, Mammon nearly freaked out.

"W-Wha' do ya think your doin'?!"

But upon confirming that you really were asleep.

And since no one else was around.

He let his true feelings show.

He gently moved your hair from your face as he gazed upon you lovingly.

The position might have not been comfortable for either of you, but he didn't dare move for fear of waking you.

He didn't want the moment to end.

Leviathan

You were watching an anime from the human world.

The original Dragon Ball.

You wanted to show it to Levi because you thought he'd enjoy it's quirky humor.

But you didn't have the same magical energy that "Master Otaku Leviathan" had.

You really couldn't stay up all night as much as you tried.

It was well after midnight when your head fell on his shoulder.

You fell asleep without meaning to.

To say that Levi nearly died would be an understatement.

What was happening?

What were you doing?

This sorta thing only happens in animes!

And not to guys like him!

Right?

Yeah, if you woke up you'd probably be upset at him for allowing this...

B-but maybe not?

Levi was happy, scared, excited and mortified all at the same time.

He tensed up so bad that he was in more muscle pain than you when you woke up.

Satan

So this was a pretty usual occurrence actually.

Whenever you would read together, all cuddled up, it often ended with you falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Depending on the book (like if he knew you actually liked it) he'd stop reading and set the book aside.

He'd hold you and stare at you, mesmerized by the soothing rise and fall of your chest.

He'd stay wherever you were until you woke up, sometimes falling asleep himself.

But if couldn't sleep, he'd stroke your hair and enjoy the simplicity of your breathing.

Asmodeus

You were sharing a bath in Asmo's super cushy bathroom.

You were wearing bathing suits, something Asmo half-heartedly pouted about.

He was going off about style and devilgram drama.

As much as you wanted to listen to him.

Because he was undeniably cute when he was honestly passionate about something.

You were starting to feel incredibly sleepy.

Probably because Asmo had kept you up the entire night before.

Just doing each other's make up and gossiping. (Get out of that gutter, please.)

You were kinda worried you'd drown if you fell asleep in here, but you knew Asmo would keep you safe.

So you eventually gave in to sleep.

Asmo noticed when you sank a bit lower in the water.

"MC? Are you-- Ooh~ How adorable!!"

He tried to keep his squeals of delight as quiet as possible.

He failed.

Thankfully you were well an truly down for the count at this point.

He wanted to let you sleep so he could just watch your cute sleeping face.

But he didn't want your skin to get pruny and dry so he did his best to carry you back to his room without waking you.

You did wake up, but just slightly.

All he could make out from your slurred, half-awake talking was his name.

He could have died from the cuteness then and there.

Though, not gonna lie, he was really curious about whatever you could be dreaming about.

Pushing that thought aside (for now) he set you down on a towel which he had placed on his bed and, after getting dry, laid down beside you.

He couldn't help but stroke your face as he too drifted off to sleep with a smile.

Beelzebub

Okay, so you know how after you eat a lot you get really sleepy?

Well there was a big meal today, since Simeon showed up offering to cook Celestial realm food, and you jumped on the chance to stack your plate with heavenly goodies.

Through the meal, you were very aware of Beel eyeing your plate as he ate across from you.

You knew what he was thinking.

There was no way you could finish all that food.

And usually he would have been right.

You felt just about ready to burst.

But it wasn't every day you got to eat Simeon's cooking and, damnit, you were going to enjoy it!

It also didn't help that the way Beel kept hungrily eyeing your food made you all the more possessive over it.

It was your food!

And you were gonna eat it!

And that was a mistake.

You ate way too much and after your stomach ache went down all that was left was sleepiness.

And so that led to Beel checking up on you while you laid on your bed in receding pain.

He was reasonably worried after watching you eat much more food than you should physically be able to handle.

When he asked you how you felt you only responded with a groan and beckoned him over.

When he sat down on your bed, you placed your head in his lap.

Beel felt warmer than after eating a super spicy double cheeseburger from Hell's Kitchen.

So he happily let you sleep as he rubbed your back, hoping to help you feel better.

Belphegor

You honestly have no clue how you ended up falling asleep quicker than Belphie.

Well, you were pretty tired already from studying so much.

And your tutor did keep insisting on being a bad influence.

And when the person who's supposed to be helping you learn is purposely trying to lull you to sleep, going so far as to put his favorite cow patterned pillow under your head...

It's kinda hard to stay awake.

Belphie was really upfront about having no interest in studying, preferring to just cuddle and nap.

But when you persisted he "agreed" to help you study.

He knew sleep better than anyone, so putting you to sleep would be easy.

By the time you did fall asleep however, he hadn't expected to find your head on his arm rather than on his pillow.

Not that he was complaining.

He was definitely not complaining.

But now that he had you, he wasn't planning on letting go until he was no longer sleepy.

So if you don't like cuddling, you might want to get used to it.

~Aqua

[cristophynn]

the coffee shop — chapter one

summary: it all started out when satan decided to take on a part-time job in a café near his place. by how things played out, he thought that maybe the two of you weren't meant to be and that you were just a dumb high school crush everyone has. fate had other plans, though, and he was sure as hell that it wasn't a dumb crush anymore.

pairing: satan/reader

warnings/tags: underage drinking, implied/referenced child abuse, family drama, mutual pining, ANGST

author's note: again, this has a lot of angst,,, on the bright side, this series has a happy ending! this is an au where everyone is human and reader has they/them pronouns. <3

ao3 work: the coffee shop.

It was already turning seven in the morning when the blonde was walking to school like usual. He shivered a bit when a gush of cold wind hit his face, and he audibly cursed at the air and temperature. Being in the coldest city in Japan, he should be used to this — but he still wasn't. He preferred to beginning of the school year and he was already tired of it, especially when he had to walk around school and neighborhood only to become known as Mammon's delinquent brother.

He was known for being arrested a month ago due to underage drinking just before the previous school year ended, including his whole group of friends. People were scared of him — maybe because of his evident scowl that never left his face. The rumor about him didn't help either, and even if Mammon cleared them up and denied it, people didn't want to believe it. Eventually, he just ended up telling his older brother to not mind those rumors. Besides, the one who spread those came up with the most bizarre rumors, and people ended up believing them just because they didn't like him. All of it was absurd, such as he was the leader of a gang, or he secretly had a job on producing drugs. There was even a rumor about him being sent to a juvenile detention center, for fuck's sake. He had to walk around and listen to people constantly talking shit to others about him being such an asshole despite being rich, and the next reply would always be something about why he couldn't be like his older brothers or sister.

It was true that the youngest child of the Samael Family was a person who was hot-headed and cussed at everyone. He drank a lot and rebelled against his family. Satan never smiled at anyone, except when he was looking at cats or when he was talking to his friends. He hung out with a group of assholes and jocks, and he sneaks out at night to go to parties. He was quick to anger and didn't hesitate to snap back to anyone. He was, admittedly, the child who had the most issues in their family, but did Satan Samael give a fuck? Not at all. He knew all too well that even if he was a mess, he was still a nice kid and the smartest one out of all of them.

If he were to boast about it, he was the only one who wanted to take up a course related to medicine, which was basically a dream come true to his mother who he cherished oh so much. He had straight A's despite skipping classes at times, and he always answered well when he was made to recite. He tried to not worry his mother too much and always made her favorite meal whenever they were doing their reading sessions together. He bought a lot of books for them to read and researched a lot. He went to animal shelters often just to donate money and other animal needs. His inner gentleman was hidden away, but it always shows up whenever there was someone who treated him nicely. Since Lilith went to a different school (a prestigious music school), he insisted on walking to school alone instead of riding one of their cars for many different reasons and knew how to defend himself just in case. He even insisted going to school in a public school ever since he was in middle school so it wouldn't be a hassle to get there compared to his other siblings (who went to private schools all their lives). His brothers and his only sister all went to the other side of town to get to their own destination, and he was the one left alone. Satan was a nice kid behind that stone cold wall of wrath, and only his family knew about it.

He was on that street by that café he always passed by and didn't pass a single glance at it, but he couldn't help but actually look at it properly when he saw through his peripheral vision someone who looked around his age wiping at the window. Two signs were hung on the door and one of them read 'open' in capital letters, while the other read that they were looking for a part-time worker. He figured that the person worked part-time there. He contemplated for a bit as he watched you wipe down on the windows. Well, he was planning on skipping classes, so working and applying in that café might be better. Without hesitating, he approached the barista and stood next to you, immediately saying, "You're accepting part timers?"

Satan felt guilty afterwards when he saw how you were obviously taken by surprise, judging by the look on your face and how you were gripping your uniform so tightly. "Oh my fucking god—" You huffed before taking in his appearance. He watched as you eyed him for a bit, particularly just scanning (read: taking a good look) at his face for a few moments, before smiling wide and taking your hand away from the window, the rag still in your hand. There seemed to be a look of realization that was glinting in your eyes. "Oh, hey! I know you!" There it was. He figured that you would end up saying that, but not with that smile. He knows that you'll end up saying that he's Mammon's brother or that juvenile delinquent or that underage drinker or that blon—

"Of course we are! Satan, right?" 

Wait, what?

"Oh." That was all he could manage to mutter out after that statement. A few seconds of something in between peaceful and awkward silence was shared between the two of you, your smile never faltering for even a bit. He cleared his throat and spoke up once more. "Yeah. How did you know?"

The laughter that bubbled from your throat was a different feeling. He's never met someone who was all smiley and nice before, and he certainly has never met someone who didn't know him from stories or rumors about him being total jackass before. "My cousin from my mother side goes to the same fine arts university that your brothers go to and he specialises in dance." You explained as you laid your hand back on the window, going back to wiping and making sure it was spotless. "They went over a few days ago to work on a group project and your brothers told us about the whole family. It was mostly Beel, though, while Belphie slept and added some rather negative side remarks. Also, hey, do you think you could wipe that top portion for me? It's usually uncle who does this, but he's sick." You looked back at him, and he didn't hesitate to take the rag for you and wipe down on the area you couldn't reach.

"You live with your cousins?" Satan asked as he continued wiping as you went behind him to take the backpack hanging by one of his shoulders, and when he felt your hands by the straps of his bag, he let you take it to he could comfortably clean. "Also, what did they say about me?" He asked with his head turning a bit to take look at you, and you gave him a gentle grin as you held his heavy backpack close to your chest. Actually, heavy was a fucking understatement. It awed you how he had to walk to school and walk back home with this heavy backpack, because he looked thin and didn't really look like he would be able to lift up that heavy of a bag.

"Yeah, I studied too early and got accelerated when I was in 7th grade, but I didn't want to go to college early so I went to Japan to work for a bit and make some money." You answered his first question as he handed back the rag towards you in the middle of your sentence and took back his bag from you. You were walking back inside, and before you could open the door to the café, he was fast enough to hold it open for you to go in. "Beel said that you were favored by your mom, and that you were absolutely smart. Belphie said that you were an asshole, but I didn't really want to believe that." You smiled wide as you stepped inside and waited for him to enter, leading him to the employee's supply room that had shelves for storage. Satan felt the warm air that came from the heater hit his body, and he sighed in relief as he freely took off his winter coat. 

"Why so? What makes you sure that I'm not one?" He asked once again with a raised eyebrow, setting his bag down by one of the shelves and hanging his coat by the coat rack in the supply room. He stood there and watched you go through a box full of aprons with the café's logo on it.

With that bright grin of yours that never seemed to leave your face, you had an apron in hand and gave it to him, mentally hoping that the apron you gave him was the right size. He hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to finally slip off his blazer and remove his necktie with the RAD school logo. He then placed the apron neatly on top of his white dress shirt. "Well, I know for a fact that you're your mother's favorite. I don't think you'll be her favorite if you weren't nice. You wouldn't be here either if you weren't someone nice." You stated and reached up a hand to give his shoulder a light pat, before turning around to go back outside. 

Satan stood still, unmoving and shocked by the sudden skin contact, and he was left alone in the supply room. It was only when you yelled for him to come out that he snapped out of his trance, and with a genuine smile gracing his features, he stepped out of the dark room to start his first day of his part-time job.

"I'm home." Satan spoke as he entered the large mansion that they considered as their home. It was unusual for him to come home early, and even the guard who was on his shift was surprised to see him already home. His personal butler, who was in the middle of drinking tea and reading a book that he recently bought in the lounge room, was the first one to greet the blonde man.

"You're home already? Your school ends at 3:15, and you usually hang out with your friends until 8, right?" Azazel asked with a small smile at the sight of the boy he took care of since he was practically in diapers. He was like the son he could never have, of course, since he was way too content with his work to be thinking of having a family. "Did you even go to school?"

Azazel grew up in a decent family with an adoptive younger sister named Akuma, who was younger than him by ten years. He had just the perfect shade of baby pink hair and had the softest, burgundy-colored eyes. It was all complimented by his pale skin that was as soft as a baby's bum, and he had an average build and height. Add all those together, and he was an actual carbon copy of his mother. Their parents were unfortunately unable to provide for their needs anymore, and Azazel had to stop studying in the middle of his second year of college at the fresh age of 19 due to the lack of income. So, he ended up dropping out and decided to start working for his family, not wanting the lack of money to ruin his younger sister's dream of becoming an anesthesiologist. He was lucky enough that Barbatos, one of his close cousins, were able to refer him to a job without a college degree. He was lucky enough to get accepted right away, since the man's wife was weeks away from giving birth. After she gave birth, out came Satan and he was assigned to be his personal butler. He basically raised him alongside Mrs. Samael, more often than the boss of the house did.

Satan scoffed as he slipped off his shoes and neatly placed it on his own shoe shelf by the wall. There were times that he envied his brothers by the amount of luxuries and expensive presents that they got from families. Their personal shoe shelves were all filled to the brim, while the shoe shelf that was under his name only filled three shelves out of ten. He knew he wasn't the most decent member of the family, and that he shouldn't even care about it, but he couldn't help it. It was hard to not feel guilty for his birth or envious of his brothers whenever he remembers that he was the unplanned child, the problem kid, and the boy full of nothing but wrath. It was hard not to remember it when he remembered that the bedroom he had right now didn't exist in the first place and was just two regular guest rooms who had the wall between them taken last minute.

"Come to my room then, Azazel. I'll tell you all about my day today." Satan answered with a small grin at his father-like figure before making his way up to his room. Closing the book in his hand after marking the page where he left off, he placed the hard-covered material on the rather large coffee table next to his cup of tea and wasted no time in following his young master.

After the long flight of stairs up to his room, Satan was already comfortable in the presence of his private space. It was a room of his dreams, really, something you would see in castles based off the countless novels he read— a large window was directly across the room from his door with a built in, window-nook, king size bed of the same length. His room was rather spacious and everything was neat. Just beside the door was a clothes rack where hung his pyjamas and other clean clothes that he regularly wears (because he never sweats for some god-awful reason). On the left size of the room was a large bookshelf that was built into the wall and was almost full of books, with only a few shelves remaining. A cozy-looking sectional couch was there, along with a large coffee table in front of it and a mini refrigerator to the side. There was a smart television in front of the couch just by the wall beside the door, and it was completed with a small table that was just framed pictures, awards, and medals. The right side of the room was near where the bed ended. There was a large study desk where two Mac Pros were placed on, and just underneath that was where he usually placed his school bags. There were two doors, one that led to his own bathroom and another that led to his walk-in closet. His room was mostly white and dark green themed, so his inner slytherin beneath his ravenclaw demeanor was rather pleased.

"So? Where were you off to today that you decided to skip school?" Azazel asked with a chuckle, freely making his way over to the dark green couch and comfortably taking a seat on the soft cushions. His slanted eyes were turned into crescents when he smiled, and his burgundy irises never failed to glint with happiness towards the boy who he practically raised.

Satan couldn't help but let out a laugh as he walked over to the study desk he had by the corner and set his backpack down on the seat. That's only when Azazel had realized that Satan was only wearing the white, long-sleeved dress shirt that was part of his school's uniform, and that the dark blue blazer and yellow necktie with the words RAD was nowhere to be found. A few moments, Satan had pulled out a dark brown apron that was just about his size and gave his butler a big smile. "I got a part-time job at this café that I passed by all the time just earlier." He said, throwing over the apron to his butler, who only caught it and checked the logo of the café. "I decided that I'll work for around 5 hours on the weekdays and 7 hours on the weekends. I'll just have to work after school, so I'll have to be finished around 8 or 9 probably."

"Dreamland Café." He looked up after reading the logo that was printed in white lettering. He handed back Satan the apron by tossing it in the same way, and the teenager swiftly caught it before placing it back neatly inside his backpack. "So, you won't be drinking anymore? What got you into this, anyway?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'd still drink." Satan rolled his eyes as if he had just heard the most bizarre thing ever whilst walking over to the clothes rack and unbuttoning his dress shirt to change out of his clothes. Without hesitating, he took off his dress shirt and changed into his dark green oversized tank top. "There was a barista wiping the windows and they couldn't reach it. Foreign, but they spoke in really good Japanese. The café was hiring part-time, and I'd really stay outside rather than see father's face."

Azazel only laughed at his statement. He was used to his antics already, and honestly, the part time job was just one of his mild ones, so he didn't mind it. He always sided and defended Satan no matter what, because he obviously needed that. Ever since Satan was a child, he hated his old man. Actually, the word hate was an understatement for his feelings towards that ghy. He despised him and was disgusted at everything he does. He always wanted to smack a punch on his pretty little smirk. He talked shit about him and couldn't stand him, even when all that Lucifer did was just breathe in his direction.

"Just don't let your father find out then. You know how he'll react." The butler stood up, adjusting his necktie a bit before making his way to the door and gently taking hold of the knob. "I suggest telling your mother though. She might want to know about this, especially when she finds out you're leaving on weekends."

That's where Satan found himself regularly ditching his friends' hangouts and stopped drinking regularly everyday for the past two months. He was always looking forward to the time he would make it to the café, and even went to the extent of buying himself an electric bike just to get to the café faster (which he will never admit to you that he did, but you already knew it). He had to admit, he grew fond of you and the little family he formed with the café owners. He started to enjoy just talking about random things and laughing all the time while he did his homeworks. He was just the person who usually took people's orders, which was why he was able to finish his homeworks earlier compared to the times he stayed out drinking. After his shifts, he would stay and have dinner with you and the family, most of which was home cooked meals that he rarely had since he used to just eat junk food.

He couldn't care less about his salary, really. His first paycheck was something he was shocked at (and him mentally asking, "how can someone who lacks so much money be so generous?"), and so he specifically asked for the minimum wage and only asked to count in for 3 hours everyday. When he requested for that, of course your aunt was hesitant about accepting that request, but Satan just kept insisting and even told her how he didn't need the money. He really just wanted to spend his time somewhere else, and that explanation was enough for your aunt to agree and just go with the decision he asked for. So, every 23rd of the month, he gets a paycheck of ¥58000 to ¥60000.

By the time summer vacation started, he had already changed his wallpaper on his desktop to one specific group picture of the people he got close to— your aunt and uncle was on each side with big smiles on their faces, your two cousins and their spouses were at the back and what seemed to be laughing in the background, your niece and nephew was right at the front and playing around without noticing the camera shot, your cousin that was still in college was laying on the floor and doing an attempt of his embarrassingly sexy french girl pose, while you and Satan were right in the middle of the picture with a content smile on your faces. It would never make his heart flutter, and he even went to print out the picture and have it framed to add it to the collection of pictures in his room. His phone's wallpaper, on the other hand, was a selfie that you secretly took. He didn't know when that picture was taken, but he was surprised to find that (along with about more than 30 selfies) while he was scrolling through his gallery to find the picture of the history lecture that was written on the board.

He found himself already too attached to the whole bunch of people he met, especially you. He found himself laughing and smiling more, or even taking care of your niece and nephew along with their pet cat at some days. It was like he was part of a family that genuinely cared and loved for each other despite not being as wealthy as them. He loved his family, as much as he hated to admit it, but he just loved spending more time at the café since it was fun. There was this warmth that he always had in this chest whenever he spent his time there. So when the days passed and he realized that it was already July, he was thrilled. Sure, it's where he finally gets to ditch the thick uniforms and long-sleeved outfits for the winter that their school provides, and finally wear the short-sleeved dress shirt without the stupid necktie or the blazer. He was mostly looking forward to the promise he made about working for 8 hours during the weekdays and staying at home on the weekends to do his homeworks all day during summer vacation.

There were times when he zoned out for a few minutes just looking through those selfies you took on his phone, and he didn't even realize that he already had a folder specifically just for your pictures and named it as eyebleach just for him to stare at. One weekend, he was suddenly panicking and letting out loud screeches. He went as far as cursing at himself too loudly that it could be heard by the whole floor (which mainly just consisted of the family's bedrooms), and when Levi came to check up on him out of worry and annoyance since he couldn't focus on the codes he was typing into his desktop, Satan was already under his blankets and red-faced. He thought he could sleep it off and that he'd wake up without the butterflies, but when he checked his phone to look at the time and see that you were calling him at three in the morning, he suddenly felt his heart flutter even more and his face warm up at the idea of talking to you late at night. And, that's when he confirmed to himself that he really was starting to take a shine towards you.

The first one of his siblings who found out about his wallpaper and insane crush on you was Asmo, and Satan literally had to beg and cry about how his older brother couldn't tell it to anyone. Asmo could only laugh and just agree with it. Despite Asmo's being curious on who the heck you were and how you two met, he decided to not let his curiosity get the best of him and continue on with his work. Lilith was the next one to find out, and she literally squealed and just asked Satan for more information about you, but Satan just stood his ground and stayed silent even after his older sister practically whined and continuously hit him with cushions and pillows. If Mammon or Levi finds out, he'd be exposed for sure. Levi would be whining about how it wasn't fair that he was seeing someone at his age and that he'd be the first one to get laid (and not just be in a one night stand or a regular hookup), while Mammon would be constantly teasing him and giving him weird nicknames. Although he seemed like he wouldn't be the type to do that, Lucifer would ask him everyday about you and possibly meet up with you, giving a request to date him or marry him in the future all while going on about how Satan was in love with you, which was annoying because Lucifer gets on his nerves a lot. Beel and Belphie are the only ones who are the most sane, since Beel would just smile and nod before going back to eating his food, while Belphie would just brush him off and go back to getting his sleep.

(Belphie knew about his crush on you though, and he didn't know how that happened or where he met you, but he just happened to find out about it. He just didn't bother Satan about it.)

Currently, he was in the café and had just finished taking orders from the surprisingly long line of customers. He was seated on one of the seats that were near the counter and was in the middle of reading a new book that he bought earlier while he was shopping for the list of ingredients and supplies that your aunt asked him to buy in the nearest mall. It was a story about a ghost woman who came back from the dead after five years and was given 49 days to take back her place into being her husband's wife and her five-year-old daughter's mother, except her husband already remarried and that her daughter thinks that her step-mom was her real mom. It was a really good book, and he ended up shedding a few tears (read: a bucket of tears) while he was reading the first chapter of the story. He was reading the second chapter of the story and was already at the part where Yuri, the ghost mom, was finally able to hold her daughter and hug her after coming back from the dead and was just about to shed a few tears until he heard a car pull up into a park from outside. He paused his reading session and looked up, before choking on his breath upon seeing the familiar sight of his two eldest brothers and their personal butlers come out of the car.

"Shit. This is bad." He cursed under his breath before hurriedly using a clean piece of tissue as his bookmark and closing it, placing it beside the cash register and rushing off to where you sat. You were just in the middle of eating one of the freshly-made glazed doughnuts when the handsome blonde approached you with a panicked look on his face. He was in such a panic that you couldn't help but panic along with him, standing up in a hurry and placing the doughnut down and waiting for him to speak up. "My older brothers are here. I don't think they'll like it when they find out I work here. Let's exchange spots real quick, please?"

Your eyes gazed over to the glass windows and door quickly and took a look at the four men walking over to the entrance. Without hesitation, you swallowed down the doughnut you were chewing and nodded before making your way over to the counter while wiping the crumbs off your face with your sleeve. You turned your head a bit, only to see Satan taking his black face mask out from the apron's pocket and placing it on his face. You took off your bucket hat that was on your head to toss it at him, and you held back a laugh when you saw him struggling a bit as it fell to the ground. The sound of the bell ringing from the door opening made you turn around to the entrance, while Satan was quick to crouch and pick up the accessory to wear it and hide his face from his brothers. Two men— one who had pale skin and rich black hair, and another who had actual white hair and taupe brown skin urged two men to sit on a table, despite their protests. A bright grin was on your face in an instant and greeted them as they approached, "Good afternoon, welcome to Dreamland Café. May I take your order?"

You were waiting patiently as they read through the large menu that was on the wall just beside the counter, and you even stole a glance behind you to check on Satan. He was scrolling through his phone and seated where you were previously sitting. His half-assed disguise really was clever, since his hair wasn't visible from the front due to the bucket hat's brim that was wide enough to cover his face from the side, and his face mask would cover his face if he faces the front. You turned back to look at the two men who were now staring at you. "We'll have one iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, and one iced caramel macchiato." Lucifer stated his order as he reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet.

"Is that all?" You asked as you started pressing the specified drinks that were stated on the cashier's monitor. You heard another voice speak up soon after, which you looked up to smile at them politely.

"Oh, get me two strawberry waffles! One for me, and one for my butler." Mammon was grinning wide, and you chuckled before nodding.

You pressed over to the buttons that contained the additional desserts said before totalling it all, repeating the names of their orders to clear it up. "One iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, an iced caramel macchiato, and two strawberry waffles— The total will be ¥3000." Lucifer nodded and handed over a banknote of ¥5000, and you took the said bill from the man and opened up the cash register. "Please tell me your name as we will be calling out your name for you to be able to collect your order." The noisy sound of the bill printing was heard, and just when you were about to take two bills of ¥1000 in the cash register, his next statement was enough to stop you in your movements.

"The order is for Lucifer. Also, please just keep the change. I don't mind at all." The elegant man gave you a polite grin, and the sound of his deep chuckle was heard from him. Without another word, the two men walked away to their table and continued discussing their personal matters.

Behind you, Satan was listening to the small interaction between you and his older brothers. His hands were clenched into a fist and his teeth were gritting, yet he held back so that he would avoid breaking something. He'll just have to drink this away later.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

Satan was rushing to get out of the café the moment his shift ended. "Where are you going?" You asked with a frown on your face, and you felt your heart ache badly when he didn't pay no mind to answer your question. Without hesitating, you stood up from your place and followed him out as fast as you could. You were already by Satan's electric bike when you were able to catch up to him, so you gently took hold of his wrist. "Hey, look at me, won't you?" You said with frustration evident in your voice, and when he finally decided to meet your eyes, you saw how dark his expression was. He was stiff, his eyes were dark, and it was evident that he was gritting his teeth. You knew how little his patience was, that is after witnessing him getting mad at a drunk customer who was rude to your aunt, and it really did take a while for him to calm down. He was someone who held grudges for a long time, and he was someone who got irritated easily.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

"It's nothing. I'm just going out for a drink." Satan answered with an evident pout on his face, his eyes softening after a few moments and moving his gaze away from you. He wants to look somewhere— anywhere else but you, because he's sure that he'll turn into a blushing mess in front of you. His brows were furrowed while his cheeks were a bit puffed out, and it reminded you of a little kid whose mom didn't buy their favorite toy. Just when you were about to reply, his gaze hardened once more and that blush was gone. "Just stay here. Don't worry about it."

Satan was secretive of emotions. He hardly showed how he was feeling, and nobody could tell what he was thinking or what his true intentions were behind the usual coy smile on his lips, and even behind the scowl he used to wear on his face. Truth being told, he was jealous. He had zero intention of letting the rest of his brothers know of his little crush on you or his part-time job in this café that deserved the title as his second home. But, the fact that said brothers decided to have a snack at the café he works at, and that it was Lucifer out of the five of them, just enraged him. The sight of his older brother being all goody-goody and all smiley with you at the cash register made his blood boil.

He was the exact opposite of his older sister. He was the actual personification of wrath in a rebellious teenage boy's body, going against his father's every will and having to go through the pain of getting compared to her everyday. They were actual carbon copies of each other— blonde hair that was parted on the same side, and the same gradient of blue and light green eyes that became a beautiful shade of teal in the middle when the two colors met. Except, she was the definition of a teenage girl who was far more patient than her younger brother and favored by their demon of a father. He loved his sister, really, but what he didn't love was the constant comparison and the shame their father puts on him ever since he could remember, the youngest of the Samael family.

That led to his impatience and the constant feeling of being annoyed by everything. He became unable to hold back his anger at anything that gets him going, and it caused him to rebel against his father's wishes because he was always happy when his father was disappointed. Pushing his buttons was something he enjoyed doing, and the comparison didn't even phase him in the slightest anymore. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a different story. He loved Lucifer as much as he hated to admit it. His eldest brother (and Azazel) became more of his father than their actual old man will ever be— and Satan was thankful for it. He was just pissed because Lucifer was the person that he could talk to a lot of matters about, and just the sight of Lucifer talking to you just made him jealous.

His jealousy led to where he was at minutes ago— drunk after having several bottles of whiskey and asleep on one of the tables. He drunk-called Asmodeus, full and having finished two bowls of oden, and honestly people watching him were absolutely curious on how the hell he was still able to use his handphone. He was picked up by a worried Asmodeus and his frustrated boyfriend, Solomon, who Satan met on several occasions. He was supposed to call in his butler, but Azazel was too sweet of a man and Satan didn't want to bother him. Moments later, though, he found himself already drunk calling you before they could notice. The sound of his drunk greeting and hiccups made you almost think it wasn't him, until the dots in your head connected and it all made sense to you now.

"And you told me that I shouldn't be worried." You groaned out in frustration at the drunk blonde's voice. He called you in the middle of your sleep, and just the sound of his drunken slurs were enough to prevent you from getting cranky. If you could listen closely, there were car honkings that were heard in the background, followed by a string of curses that didn't exactly sound like Satan. "Where the hell are you?"

On the other line, you could hear Satan letting out drunken giggles. "MC!! Your—" A hiccup. "Your highness—!! I am… Inside— Asmodeus, my dearest big brother's car!! I have come to rescue you from the… Big mean dragon!!" He slurred out, and let out another hiccup, and you swore you could hear a thud and the voice, who was cursing earlier, yell at him in the background.

You chuckled a bit, and before you could even reply, there was the sound of what you could describe as wind blowing or something and Satan's loud whining, before a cheerful voice came in the background. "Oooh, so you're MC?" The voice said, before letting out a soft giggle. "You see, our youngest one here is quite drunk at the moment, and he rolled off the backseat when the car stopped." He explained, which you realized what might have been the loud thud earlier. "Well, Satan will talk to you tomorrow! Get some rest, and I apologize for waking you up! Goodnight!"

That was the end of the conversation before the call was dropped, leaving you laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You knew he got drunk often, based on what you heard from the twins, but you certainly didn't expect that he'd end up drunk calling you today. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought of him slurring and rolling off the backseat, and that imagination was just enough to make you drift off back to sleep with a small smile on your face.

Time passed by like a breeze, and soon, it was already December. Of course, the weather in Otaru City falls dramatically low in this season and it would make you feel like you were in a damn freezer, which explained the turning off for the air conditioning of the café and to turn on the heaters. It was the 23rd of December. The snow was slowly starting to fall and make the whole temperature colder than usual, and the thick Christmas sweater you were wearing definitely didn't help the current situation. There were a lot of customers in the café, sipping away on their hot drinks and having dates with their friends or lovers. Just watching them interact made you feel lonely already, because it was a fucking cuddle weather and somebody (read: Satan) wasn't there to cuddle you.

So there you were, waiting like Juliet by the counter and sulking as you checked the time every so often. You were getting impatient by the minute, and by the time it was already 3:15, you kept looking up at the door only to be met with disappointment when it wasn't Satan who arrived. After a countless cycle of expecting and being disappointed for what felt like hours, Satan finally arrived ten minutes after 4, panting and sweating a bit despite the cold weather. You could only let out an amusing laugh at the sight of his tired face, and he couldn't help but give an amused smile at the sight of you. You didn't care about the number of customers at the moment and chose to rush up to the blonde boy, who was still panting by the doorway in his thick blazer and winter coat that you knew he hated with a passion. "You seem like you were rushing to get here." You chuckled as you took off his heavy bag for him, and he instantly took off his winter coat along with his blazer, holding them in one hand.

Satan nodded with a grin, smiling wide as he held the door open for you and let you step out first. "Alright. It already sounds delicious, but what else do I expect from the best chefs in Hokkaido?" He chuckled and closed the door behind him once the both of you were outside, going ahead to take his place on the counter and sit on the high stool.

"Well, just sit your good-looking ass on that stool and wait. I'll brew you some Earl Grey and prepare a plate from the best chefs in Hokkaido to give you an early taste of the menu." You laughed as you teased him, and you could see the tip of his ears visibly flush red at the first sentence. You then headed towards the kitchen where the rest of the family usually stays. Before you could enter, though, you heard him yell out to you about making it cold brewed, to which you yelled back in understanding.

He took off his tie and managed to utter out a response through his pants. "I was." He gave a nod, and he followed your steps as you started to make your way to the counter. "I needed the heater in this café. It's freezing, and the school's heater wasn't warm enough." He said by the time he finally was able to catch his breath, retrieving his school bag from you and taking his apron from inside, sighing softly. "I suppose biking too fast made me dizzy and hungry. I didn't want snow to fall on me either."

"Yeah. The weather says that the first snowfall was supposed to happen around 5, though, so you're in luck to get here early." You smiled as you placed his bag down on the shelf, watching as he combed through his hair and wiped the small beads of sweat trailing down his face with his handkerchief. "You can have a plate of aunt's new garlic bread recipe and uncle's new sardine pasta. They're not really part of the menu yet and we plan on adding them on Christmas, but you can have them first while you rest up."

Satan was patiently waiting by the counter and taking orders from customers who came in, and he just listened to the speakers that were blaring out classical music. His favorite in Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerti was playing at the moment, which was the third movement of his winter concerto. He always enjoyed listening to classical music, and it was definitely the best genre in his opinion. Of course, there were times that he wished that he continued taking his piano lessons when he was younger so he would be able to play it like the ones he listened to, but what could he do about it? He ran off from piano lessons every time until the teacher became sick of it, leaving the poor instrument collecting dust in one room that nobody really uses anymore.

By the time you came out of the kitchen, it was already quarter to five, and Satan had finished two bottles of water already. The scent of the freshly cooked pastry and pasta was enough to make his mouth water, and he turned around to see that he was bringing you a tray of the unreleased menu dishes and a small jug of cold-brewed earl grey tea. With that oh-so-familiar bright smile on your face that he grew to love over the months, you approached him and set the tray in front of him. He just kept staring at your face, and your next words cut him out of his trance. "Go on, try it! I promise you, you'll like it!" You urged him on, taking a seat on the empty stool next to him.

Snapping back to reality and mentally slapping himself for staring at you like a fucking idiot, Satan hurriedly took the fork and knife that was resting on the tray. He first sliced a small piece of his garlic bread that looked like it just came out of the oven, revealing hot cheese stretching as he pulled up the piece to his lips and blowing on it. After a few moments, he popped the piece into his mouth, and he felt like all his taste buds just exploded from the rich flavor of the garlic and cheese that somehow melted together, a delicate taste that made him hungry for more of the newly-baked pastry. After swallowing down on the piece, his fork that was resting on his right hand was put to use as it collected a forkful of sardine pasta that seemed freshly cooked, and once again brought it past his lips to take the whole forkful. He didn't hold back the satisfied sound that came from his throat, almost like a hum, and smiled wide at the taste. Of course, what else could he expect from who he referred to as the best chefs in Hokkaido, anyways?

"It's delicious!" Satan exclaimed, to which you responded with a chuckle and a nod, signalling him to continue on with his meal. There was a peaceful atmosphere in the café. With classical music in the background, people's chattering around you, and you two staring at each other's eyes with smiles on your faces— you felt comfortable. The temperature in Otaru definitely went lower, but the warmth stirring up in your chest was enough to convince you that it was the same day as always. Just you and Satan by the counter, taking orders and serving people their meals.

You heard the kids in the café rushing up to the window and yelling as they looked out at what was happening, and when you turned your head to look at them, you saw the first falling of snow of the winter season right in front of you. There were couples smiling and taking pictures of the snow, and some were giving kisses to their significant others. Teenagers would keep chatting with their friends after taking pictures of the falling snow. When you turned to look back at the blonde teen sitting next to you, your eyes met with his blue-green ones, and you felt your heart thump against your chest at the eye contact. Your eyes were slowly taking in every single detail that was on his face— such as how his blonde hair was just the right kind of messy, or how his eyes were just the perfect gradient from blue to green. When your eyes came down to look at his lips, they looked so soft and warm. His skin definitely looked clear and soft, too, and in the back of your mind, you wondered about what his skin routine was.

More importantly, though, the words that were on your mind were just questions alone that consisted along the lines of mostly; When the hell did he look so attractive? and There's no way I'm starting to like him, right? because you constantly thought of yourself as someone not worthy to be liked, and your self-confidence was just going down the drain.

"People say that when you spend time with someone on the first snow, you'll be staying with them for a long time." Satan's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to jump a bit at your seat. "Well, I hope that's true. I really want to stay with you and your family for a long time, you know?"

Satan was being honest when he said those words, and he always thought that you wouldn't end up liking someone back that was him— a delinquent that was feared by people in their neighbourhood. It never crossed his mind, and whenever people would bring up about that subject, he would just laugh it off as it was some dumb joke.

For the eight months he worked alongside you, he got to know you well enough that there were things he saw or lines he heard that would remind him of you. In his school, when it was time for the daily classroom cleanups, there would always be this one short student who wouldn't be able to reach the top half of the blackboards and whiteboards, and the tall student cleaning near them would always help them out. It would bring him back to the time he met you, and how he wouldn't be happier and healthier if he didn't help you out. He wouldn't have a part-time job that he would consider as an escape, nor would he have the second family that he always wanted to have (since he didn't really consider school as his second family). He wouldn't have stopped skipping classes or continue to constantly ruin his liver by drinking every night.

For eight months, he kept growing feelings for you that he never experienced before. At first, it was all mild. In the beginning, it was simply just some sort of excitement or motivation for him to keep up his work because he's gaining a new friend that actually encouraged him to be a better person. He thought it was something he could get over, that is until he realized that his feelings weren't really fading away. Lilith and Asmo already knew about it, so Satan knew that it was impossible for his whole crush on you to not be known by the rest of his siblings. He couldn't forget when Belphie and Beel suddenly approached him one night while he was in the middle of reading a book to ask him about you, or when Mammon suddenly started teasing him about his little crush on you whenever he was passing by the hallways. Leviathan was of course envious, and he was quick to shoot Satan with unending questions about his lovelife. Their mom was absolutely ecstatic when she found out about it and kept asking Satan when he'll ask her out. Lucifer was the last one to find out and seemed absolutely uninterested by the news, but Satan knew that he'd one day visit the café just to have a little chat with you. Satan had to beg every single one of them — literally getting on his knees and shedding some fake tears — to not tell father. So, it was a dirty little secret that the nine of them had.

Which is why when Satan brought home the bacon (that he really didn't need) that day after biking in the snow, he certainly didn't expect this. He enjoyed the whole day because he got to spend time with you and the rest of the crew until almost midnight, only to be ruined by the sight of this. He expected that he would get home and immediately rest in his bed— but no. He arrived home, entered the lounge room, and was met by the sight of his father sitting on his reclining seat, staring straight at him. His mother was standing just behind the seat, looking as if she had just recently bawled her eyes out. The rest of his siblings had their heads hung low, and the tension in the atmosphere was so high that the smile on his face went away, immediately being replaced by a frown. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized that there wasn't a single butler or maid in sight, and that's when he knew that it was another one of their family matters.

"Where have you been?" Their father's deep voice boomed, and the youngest immediately let out a scoff with a roll of his eyes. Scratch that, it was another one of his annoying lectures that just compared him to his older sister mostly, or even the rest of his older brothers.

Satan Samael was quick to answer that, though. Of course, it was just a rhetorical question to see his father pissed, because he loved seeing the old man getting his panties in a twist. "Oh, so you care about me now?" He barked back, letting his school bag drop to the ground and crossing his arms. He was thankful he accidentally left the café's apron back there and that he came home with a complete school uniform.

The man visibly grit his teeth, and he stood up from his seat, alarming his mother. "Who is this whore that you have been seeing, and where the hell have you been working?" He spat, his words lacing with venom as he spoke. Satan could care less about what was going to happen, but he wasn't able to stand the degrading name his father called you. He uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and his fists were shaking.

Satan marched up to him without hesitation and began yelling at his father. "Back then, I went home drunk and past midnight almost everyday. There was a large chance that I came back here high on weed, and you didn't even bat an eye towards me!" He roared with fury, doing his very best to hold back his actions. His pale skin was starting to become red with anger, and his eyes just held anger. "Now, I started coming home earlier and stopped doing my vices, but you're starting to give me shit for it? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Lift your heads up." The man who commanded. That command made all seven of his siblings look up in an instant with dark eyes, and the sight of their faces made Satan angrier by the second. All of them had slap marks on their faces, and Asmodeus had the most of it. Lilith had dried tear stains on her cheeks, and there were two visible scars that were on her left cheek, along with his father's handprint on her right cheek. Belphegor had a bruise on his face, along with the slap marks, but aside from that, no other damage was made. Levi's cheeks had bruises from what Satan assumed to be his father's fingers from gripping the face too hard. Satan glared at his father and held back a fist, but his father unfortunately had faster hands. The sound of Lucifer's voice protesting was heard for a moment, along with Mammon's call for him to stop, before a loud slap echoed through the room. At first, Satan felt like his cheek went numb, and it slowly transitioned into pain. Soon, the blonde felt tears slowly dripping down his cheeks. "That's what happened to your siblings for keeping a secret from me about this bitch you were seeing! All because of you."

Satan felt his bottom lip trembling as his shoulders began to shake. He didn't know why he was crying, but it always happened to him whenever he couldn't let out his anger properly. "Still— You can't do that to them just because of me! That's not discipline, it's abuse! You could have done all of that to me instead!" He raged, bringing a fist up to wipe away at his tears furiously. "They're not a bitch either! They never had any romantic relationship, and you don't have the right to call them that!"

"You are not going in that café anymore. You are deleting their number and you are never seeing them anymore. Don't make me do the same thing I did to you and your siblings to your little butler." Those were the last words Satan heard before his father marched up the stairs, and the blonde boy instantly bawled in front of his family.

"I'm sorry we couldn't keep it from him." An apology was heard from his Lucifer, which took him by surprise. Those words only made him bawl even more, though, and he immediately felt comforting arms wrap around his body like he was a fragile figure. His cries were muffled when Satan pressed his head against his mother's shoulder, and the teenage boy only hugged back as he broke down in front of his older siblings and his mother.

"It's a present from him." Azazel handed you the perfectly wrapped box of whatever is inside, a small smile gracing his features. You stayed silent as you gently took the present from him. "I'm sorry that he didn't get to spend Christmas with you. I was supposed to take the blame, being his butler and all—"

"No!" You exclaimed, catching him off guard a bit, and you added to your sudden outburst. "No… You shouldn't do that. Satan doesn't like it when people take the blame for him." You nervously laughed and fumbled with the present, feeling your throat form a lump at the realization that the blonde won't be working here anymore. "He talks about you quite often… He's thankful, you know, that you're always there, but he doesn't like it when you take the blame for him… He feels bad about it, so…" You trailed off. You found it hard conversing with someone who you know takes care of Satan or knows him very well, and you hated how a small trickle of hope of ever meeting him again was forming at the bottom of your gut.

Azazel nodded, chuckling soon after. "Ah, I see. Well, he does talk about you quite a lot, too." He smiled before checking the time on his wristwatch, and then looking up to take a look at you once more. "Well, do you have anything to give him, then? Or anything else to say?"

You nodded and went to the counter for a few moments, placing the present on top of the countertop and coming back to him to hand him a thick notebook, the covers being a plain black color. "Um… That's just a copy of recipes of all his favorite food and drinks in this café, and how to make it. It isn't really that much. I just kept writing it down whenever he mentions he had a new favorite. There are also some pictures of the two of us there, which were my favorites. I planned to give it to him today, but, you know…" You cleared your throat a bit and didn't bother finishing the last sentence, and when he took the thick notebook from you, you gave Satan's personal butler a bow. "Please take care of him for us!" Azazel was a bit taken aback by the way you gave him a bow that exceeded ninety degrees, and how there was a hint of desperation laced in your voice.

You heard Azazel give another one of his chuckles, before hearing his response. "Of course I will. What else is the purpose of my job, then?" He laughed and heard footsteps walking towards the door. The sound of the door opening was heard, and another statement was added. "Thank you for unconsciously changing Satan, by the way. We appreciate that." Just when you looked up to ask him about what he meant, the door closed and you saw him walking towards an expensive looking car. The digital clock by the door showed the numbers 03:00, reminding you of the time when Satan mentioned that it would be the start of their classroom cleanups around that time and he would look forward to making his way towards the café.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the countertop towards the unopened present. You shakily exhaled as you undid the red ribbon that was around the gift and hesitantly tore open the wrapping paper. Inside was a box that wasn't really taped together, allowing the easy access of just opening it. Inside the box revealed a hoodie that was neatly folded, a framed picture, a book, and a letter that was inside a green envelope. You gently placed the envelope on the counter, deciding to read it later after taking a look at the other contents of the present. The book was a hard covered book, and it was plain white with the words, 'Miracle in Cell No. 7' in a glossy gold font. The picture that was in an expensive looking frame was a candid picture of both of you smiling wide at each other, probably laughing at a dumb joke that one of you told or a story that you two were talking about. The hoodie was a plain, pastel green color and you immediately recognized it as the hoodie that you liked to borrow (read: steal) from him since it was so comfy. It still had his scent on it, which was what you could describe as a musky with a bit of floral and vanilla scent— and you could tell it was one that he wore a lot judging by how strong the scent was, like he was still there beside you. Setting the hoodie back in the box, you gently opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper that held his note.

I'm sorry for leaving. I didn't want to, but my father made me. Merry Christmas, by the way! I'm definitely going to miss the dishes there, and I figured you'd be worried sick so I just wanted to give a present. Those are my favorite items. Treasure them for me, okay?

That picture was taken by one of my older brothers' boyfriend, and I honestly was mad at first, but then I realized how cute it looked, so I kept it for a while in my room. It was my birthday when that was given to me, but I don't exactly know when it was taken. I have to say, Solomon is such a decent photographer, don't you think? No wonder Asmodeus is dating him.

That book is the best novel I've read, and I literally cried over that book for days. I first read that when I was around eight or nine, and when I finished reading it, I always kept asking myself why my father didn't love me like how the man in the story loved his daughter. I stuck with the option of me not being born as a girl for quite a while until I realized that I was a pretty shitty child.

That hoodie is actually my favorite. It had the perfect thickness so I could wear them in any season, and it was in my favorite color, too. I just thought of giving it to you since you kept borrowing it. You are shorter than me, so that might be too big for you since it was too large on me, but that's just the reason you like wearing it, huh?

Anyways, thank you so much for being my friend, MC! 'Till we meet again, alright?

As you read through the lines, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears by the second. Your fists clenched and your brows furrowed as you let out soft whimpers and sniffles, not even bothering to hold back your cries anymore. Holding the note close to your chest and crying out, you felt empty inside as you slowly started registering the fact that he was never coming back. The hoodie that was just by your side made him feel like he was there beside you, and it hurt you even more when you realized that you won't have that sweet musky scent near you in the future.

[matenrou-fan]

Hii, sweetheart! I don't remember if I've already asked you for a request but.. I've just realized that you write even for Obey Me! so I needed to request you something! 👀 you're free not to write it anyway! 🤗🌸 so..

Could I request for some headcanons for Beel, Mammon and Levi with an opposite gn!s/o? As "opposite" I refer about someone who's like completely different from them, for instance someone who's vegan or even on a diet for Beel etc..🤣 I know it's strange but I'd like to see how the bois would act with someone who's completely different from them.

Thank you so much and good luck with your blog! It's lovely! 💜 (love for that Doppo gif under the welcome message btw 👀✨)

Beel, Mammon, and Levi with an opposite NB! s/o

omg Hebi hi!!! (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠!! hiii I'm your biggest fan <3 It's the first time you requesting something and I'm really appreciate that!! please enjoy

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh.. What do you mean you don't like food?! He can't believe it…

-But he's okay with it, at least in the beginning of your relationship. That just means he can get a second portion, eating your meal himself. (or maybe it was a third one, as you can see Levi sitting next to Beel with a disappointed face, screaming when he gets time to eat his dish too..)

-But he's kinda curious, why did you decide to go on a diet? In his eyes, you're already perfect and he can't see this "extra pounds" you are talking about.

-Well, but Asmo also sometimes left his plate half unfinished, mumbling about the new blouse he wants to feet in, so Beel kinda understands your motives. But still, is all this diets actually worth it?

-He actually also has a diet, but quite the opposite of yours, as the only rule he's following is eating everything he wants, so he can gain more weight and put it on his muscles. Don't want to try?

-But as time passes and you become closer to him, he will try more and more to feed you, worrying that you are starving. You really want to say it's enough for you? For him, this little plate that you just eat looks like a glass of water, nothing that nutritious.

-So he would take you to different cafes and restaurants often, as it's his favorite type of date - just sitting together and eating, talking softly about some random things.

-"I hear that there's a new cafe opening tomorrow.." - he said with an excited expression, you already can see this hungry glow in his eyes and a little joyful blush on cheeks. But when he looks at you, he blushes a little bit more, smiling softly - "S/o.. You're the one which I wanted to share food with on this day, as it would be a special occasion, isn't it? What do you think?"

-He loves food, and he loves you, so why not connect these two things that always cheer him up? Even if you order something small, he's still glad that he was able to spend some time with you.

-"Ooh, this one is absolutely something.." - he leaned closer as you two were sitting in a cafe, his finger pointing out at the dish in the menu you have in your arms. - "I always can't get enough, you should try this meal too, s/o..!"

-Well, but if you are a vegetarian, he will not try to change that, respecting your choice. But it doesn't mean he wouldn't add an extra spoon of salad to your plate when you don't see that. He's still worried, after all!

-Would scold Mammon, as he's the one who always forgets that you don't eat meat when it's his turn to cook for everyone.

-"Beel, don't play nice, you just wanted to eat their portions, huh?!" - Mammon scoffs while Beel carefully takes pieces of meat from your plate. Well, maybe it's also the truth, but he's mostly worried about you, as he doesn't want you to skip dinner.

-After all, you're his precious human, and even if your stomach is not working like his own, Beel still loves you, always ready to help you with leftovers or recommend a delicious dish if you suddenly want to eat more.

-Oh, how foolish you are, being so nice and generous with everyone around...!

-He can't believe that - have all his dreams actually come true and now he has this cute looking wallet walking around him?!

-Yes, he will try to take advantage of it - it's a payment for his guide, after all!! He was the first who introduced you to everything around here, so it's natural that you're so kind to him, isn't it?! (no it's not and Lucifer would punish this poor greedy man when he will hear about this..)

-"You should be very grateful, s/o, that I am always babysitting you.." - Mammon shrugs his shoulders with smuggy face - "Other demons are not as good as I am, so always be next to me or someone will try to trick you, alright?!"

-Well, or at least Mammon tries to think like that. It's humbling to admit even for himself that your naiveness in finance actually touched his heart.

-You always don't mind buying him something or making a sudden gift, you know how hard it is to hide his blush?!

-"Is.. is it for me?!" - he looks surprised at the little box you give him, and then laughs happily with the most cheerful expression you've ever seen on him. - "That's it! That's my human, you always know how to cheer me up..!"

-But.. Something in his soul told him that he should do the same for you, when he sits in his room late at night, holding all your presents close to his chest. It's the only time when he can let his sensitive soul out, blushing and smiling awkwardly.

-He's kinda worried now.. You're almost the pure opposite of him. What if one day he would actually annoy you with his greedy behavior?! He can't lose this beautiful kind smile you always have for him..

-So he would try to make you a gift in return. Yes, "make", as Lucifer froze his credit card once again and he can't buy anything now. But also he thought that.. Aren't the things that you made with your own arms more valuable? It means you put effort and love in this..

-"S/o, be glad cause today is your lucky day! The great Mammon was so kind to condescend to merely humans and give you this..!" - despite his pompous speech you can see how heavily he blushes, holding a box in golden wrap in his trembling hands - "You should thank me for centuries now..!"

-But when you giggle and actually thank him, telling how much you appreciate something like that, he can't help but loosen up a little and stop being so mouthy, finally showing his softer side.

-"Hehe..glad you like it. I hope you look forward to something more, as I don't mind surprising you again.. especially when you smile at me like that.."

-His worst nightmare came true.. There's another normie in this house!!

-He is already having Asmo, who's always bubbling around about his parties and rich social life, but now there's you too, having no idea about games he's playing and anime he's watching..!

-Levi is kinda nervous every time he's talking with you. What if he gets infected with this "normie" virus?!

-But you are always so open and easygoing, absolutely opposite of his acute social withdrawal.. Why is talking with you so addicting?! Even when he starts mumbling about some specific details of his favorite Tale of the Seven Lords, you keep listening to him, and it makes him want to talk more and more..!

-"Hm.. For someone who's had their minds so deeply in this horrifying "party-party" thing, you are not that bad. You're good at catching everything that I say on the fly.." - he admires and looks away, ashamed. Why is his hand so sweaty and his voice trembling so much?!

-Even if he tries to talk with you less often, it feels worse.. just when he gets used to your bright presence in his hermit's life?! Your warm smile and little chit chats cheer him up so much, even more than the new figure of Ruri-chan that he bought recently.. Is he actually going insane?!

-So he breaks eventually and starts to drag you to his bedroom sometimes just to watch something together or play a new videogame he buys, cause now enjoying all this stuff all alone was not that pleasant. With you, experiencing the new series was much more interesting, and oh how fun it is to share his thoughts about cosplay with someone..!

-He was also quite surprised - someone with such a cute face as yours never heard of cosplay?! Hold on, your appearance reminds him about one of wizards from an anime he watched not that long ago, don't you wanna try now?

-"Here.. " - he shows you a picture of an anime character in some magic school uniform that actually looks like you - "We.. we can watch it together, so you would understand their behavior and know how to cosplay them, alright?!"

-If Levi can't resist this urge to talk with you, he at least tries to lure you in his world, recommending some interesting anime that would be easy to watch for beginners, lending you his manga and CD with games.

-"It's never too late to become a true otaku! You have the right potential!" - he nods with furrowed brows and takes the volume of manga that he gave you before from your arms - "And now it's time for a quiz!! Be ready, s/o!!"

-If in the beginning everything looked like a poor quality comedy to him, now he feels like he is in some romantic series and he's the main character..! He can remember an anime title with a similar plot where otaku fall in love with gyaru, maybe everything would be the same with you two?! He should recommend this anime to you next then..