#even barbatos and Diavolo show up at the house of lamentation to hang out in there

[obeymestory]

I need anything and everyone Barbatos PLEASE FEED ME

"You sure are something, aren't you?"

He bows respectfully, making you a cup of tea and gently placing it down on the table in front of you, placing a plate with a slice of his famous cake beside the teacup.

"Here you are. I hope everything is to your liking."

(Since you clicked on the "Keep Reading" thingy, I shall gift you a list all about your moments with Barbatos, luckily he made you some tea and a treat to consume while you are reading.)

Warning!!: Slight mature mentions near the end-ish.

During the start of your guys' relationship, (the acquaintance stage), he would most likely observe you every time he's around you, asking you small questions like; "Are you enjoying your stay in Devildom so far?" and "How may I be of service?"

Eventually, after noticing what you liked to eat during supper, and after a good month of observing the little things you do, he'd text you, asking if you'd like to join him in picking up groceries, wanting to spend some quality time with you, finding you interesting.

After your first outing together, he'd learn that he genuinely enjoys your company, and will ask you to go out with him more often, either to pick something up, or simply just to show you new places he thought you might like.

Once it reached the fifth outing together, he'd start to ask you more questions, wanting to get to know you better. Just a few for example;

"Do you have a favorite tea?"

"Do you enjoy sweet flavors? Or perhaps, spicy ones?"

"Would you tell me more about yourself?"

You reached the friend stage after a few months, this is when Barbatos started to make you your favorite tea and whatever pastries you loved once everyone got back to the house of lamentations from RAD.

During the friend stage he would ask how your day was everyday, and how you were doing in all of your classes, asking if you'd like any help with anything or if he could lend you anything to help you study.

During the weekends he would find time to hang out with you after all of his tasks were completed, while also making sure Diavolo maintained his schedule, of course.

The closer you two got, the more he would open up about things he liked, sliding in a compliment towards you at least once a day, commenting mostly on how smart, and how good of a listener you are.

As the end of the Devildom school year came along he would confess his feelings for you, his hands hesitantly cupping your facial cheeks in case you didn't feel the same, and whispering these sweet words to you;

"I don't know if you'll feel the same, and I'm afraid of ruining what we've worked so hard to achieve together... but Y/N... I... Find myself liking you more than I should... more than my own Lord even. I... I love you, Y/N. Please tell me... do you feel the same?"

When you say "yes" his lips part and his eyes widen, as if he were expecting the opposite of your answer, caressing his thumbs against your cheekbones. Soon murmuring just loud enough for you and you alone to hear; "may I place my lips upon yours?"

You two would interlock pinkies in public, but anytime the two of you were around people you both knew like Diavolo or the demon brothers, he would intertwine all of his fingers with yours, feeling more comfortable with these small actions around those he knew.

Behind closed doors, like in your room, he would do anything you asked, holding you close and always touching you gently, treating you as delicately as a rose.

If you said you wanted to take it to the next level he would be hesitant at first, asking you before trying anything, wanting to make sure it was okay. "Is this truly what you would like?"

When others were around you during the short amount of time he wasn't right beside you, he'd get jealous, not liking to admit it, and hiding it well behind a gentle smile. He'd take your hand in his and glance at the people you were once chatting with, kissing the back of your hand as he gazed at them with a firm expression. He wasn't glaring, but he was definitely showing them that you were his lover.

On your birthday he would make all of your favorite meals and desserts, also making your favorite tea and making sure every birthday was the day you most remembered.

After a full year together he would take you to the most beautiful part of Devildom, taking both of your hands in his and slowly kneeling down in front of you, gazing up at you with the most loving expression on his face

"Y/N... The past two years... I've grown a strong passion for you... and because of you I have more love in my soul than I ever knew was possible... will you do the honor of becoming my lovely wife/husband? I cannot picture my future with anyone else, and I truly love you... so... Will you marry me?"

When you agreed to become his wife/husband, he would get up with wide eyes, wrapping his arms around you and giving you the best hug he's ever given you, shaking in happiness and giving you a deep passionate kiss on the lips after a few minutes of holding you.

The wedding had a full chapel, Michael being the priest, Lord Diavolo being Barbatos' best man, and whoever you wanted as your best man/brides maid. All of the demon brothers were invited, along with Simeon, Luke, Raphael, Thirteen, Solomon, and whoever else you wanted to be there.

After the wedding he would spend the whole night making love to you, and he couldn't keep his lips off of yours now that he knew you would be his wife forever and ever.

(For anyone that identifies as female); As you became pregnant with his child, he would do everything in his path to take care of you, making sure you were eating healthy, taking folic acid tablets, and even asking Lord Diavolo to grant him some time off so he could spend more time with you and make sure you're doing okay.

You're his highest priority and he would do anything to prove it to you, taking time off to spend with you, doing anything you asked, and making sure you were as happy as can be with him.

"I hope you enjoyed reading all of this."

[ur-dad-satan]

Hello do you take requests? If you do may you plz do where the Obey Me brothers receive a erotic picture from their s/o, who's showing off their neck. Like their neck is arched and the caption might say something along the lines of maybe "my neck feels lonely" or "mark me" and they rush over to their s/o.

Hi I do take requests! And you're so polite I'll see what I can do!! 😭 I'm also going to add my own silly little spin to it but keep your idea as the main thing <3

*.*.*.*.*.

MC loved to tease the brothers. Their favorite way of bothering their precious little (tall asf) brothers? Sending them... spicy... racy... erotic pictures at the worst of times. Whether they were busy, not home, or even at the dinner table, they just love to see them squirm. MC cannot get enough of this, so they won't stop.

!! suggestive but not explicit !! !! okay for everyone !!

Lucifer

He was in a meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos when his DDD went off.

As the meeting ended, Lucifer finally checked the message.

A picture? From MC? Oh Diavolo...

He clicked to open the picture and he almost audibly gasped.

On his screen was a picture of MC's hand around their throat along with their bare chest along with a caption

"I wish this was your hand and my neck was covered in marks 🤭"

A wave of desire washed over him as he left the prince's office.

Oh, if he could teleport...

He'd send a text simply saying, "Be in my room when I get back."

That day he walked a little faster than usual.

Mammon

It was getting late, and he was still at the casino.

It took a while for him to notice the notification reading "My Human 💛" but when he did, he immediately opened it

He wasn't prepared to see a picture let alone the one he got

The picture was of MC topless on his bed with a pretty necklace around their neck along with a caption

"I wish your bites decorated my neck instead of this necklace 😔"

His face burned. From his neck to his ears, and something deep within his stomach fluttered

Fast as lightning, he cashed out and took everything he had earned sending a text as he got into his car

"Baby, you better be right there when I get there."

He would need a minute to calm down both his aching heart and his aching... something else before heading into the House of Lamentation.

Leviathan

He and MC were hanging out in his room, but alas; the two ran out of snacks!

MC looked so comfy in their little spot that Levi went to get them

He was only gone for two minutes when his DDD went off in his pocket.

He checked and saw "Player Two"

He had just left, why did they text him? Maybe they forgot to ask for something specific.

He wasn't expecting a picture let alone... MC, shirtless in his bathtub bed with their neck as the center focus with a caption

"My neck feels so lonely, Levia-chan💜"

Levi.exe_ has stopped working. As well as his body seemingly, his face burned bright and his knees went weak

He quicky and I mean quickly grabbed the rest of their snacks and went back to his room

He was fine. MC made sure of it :)

Satan

He had made a run to a nearby bookstore to pick up a new book or two for MC to share over a cup of tea

He expected a text from MC asking about good books or which ones he was getting

What he didn't expect was a picture

Maybe it was a cat they saw! (How optimistic)

He excitedly opened it, and his breath caught in his throat.

There was MC scantily clad with freshly painted nails almost tantalizingly placed on their throat

"Hurry back and mark me" read a caption on the picture

This human was going to be the death of him

Hiding how it affected him, he sent back a text and hurriedly finished his shopping before going home

His text? "MC, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into. I'll be home soon."

Asmodeus

He was out at the local mall with a few friends and MC hadn't seen him since breakfast

As he and the others took selfies, a notification from "Mi Flor🌷🩷" popped up at the top of his screen

He quickly made sure to move away from his friends before checking it (the man values his privacy)

He opened the picture not sure what to expect, then a grin spread across his face

There was his precious little MC sitting in bubble bath in his bathroom with soap just covering their chest and their neck

A caption at the bottom of the screen read "Can't wait for you to get back and mark my throat"

Hearts formed in his eyes and he quickly wrapped up shopping

(it's my headcanon that Asmo's pupils can become hearts when he's feeling really loving/loved or lustful)

He shot back a text saying "I'm on my way. Get out until I get there so your skin doesn't wrinkle 🩷"

Beelzebub

He was in the middle of Fangol practice when the coach decided to give the players a break.

He checked his phone not really expecting anything but there was a text! Yay!

The contact's name read "Apple Pie 😜" and his face lit up!

It's a picture? MAYBE THEY MADE SWEETS FOR HIM!!

Excitedly, he opened the message and his face fell into one of surprise.

Painting his screen was a picture of MC in his bed wearing one of his lowcut shirts with whipped cream dotting their neck and lips.

a caption read "I have a sweet treat for you if you do well at practice today <3"

Beel's mouth watered a bit and a new sense of determination and motivation overcame him

He practiced -arguably- the hardest he's practices in a while to ensure he earned his "sweet treat"

Belphegor

He decided to go out to the store with Beel because ApArEnTlY he needed more sunlight or something

Not really wanting to be out, his sleepy eyes were lazily glued to his phone.

A text from "Cuddle Buddy" flashed across his screen.

Maybe this won't be such a horrible outing after all!

He clicked on the picture thinking it was a meme and his eyes became wide

MC was up in the attic with a few of his favorite pillows and a blanket suggestively draped over them and their neck accentuated.

Belphie's jaw almost dropped when he saw the caption attached

"Maybe you can draw your favorite constellation on my neck with bitemarks 🌟"

Belphie shot back a quick "We're coming back soon." text and told Beel that he's extremely tired

The two hurried back and Belphie snuck away from his twin and up to the attic

Okay anon, I hope you and everyone else who read this likes it. Sorry it took so long!!

[misc-obeyme]

You know the drill.

Spoilers for Lesson 40 below, including locked and hard lessons.

Just to clarify: when I say that it’s “the end” in my rantings, I am referring to season two, not the entire game. ☺️

Hmm.

I'm confused. And... underwhelmed? What even just happened?

I mean, we had lovely moments with the side characters and we got to kiss them all and of course I'm incredibly pleased I got to kiss Barbatos and Solomon, but aside from that we just... went back?

Most of the lesson was about the RAD founding ceremony. We say good bye to the side characters and they even address how we told Solomon his cooking was bad (more on this later).

But just as the ceremony is about to start, a dark rift opens in the sky. It's a rift in space and time. Barbatos straight up asks Solomon if he did it. Solomon says he didn't, but that he wasn't expecting it to show up so soon. (So who did create it? Nightbringer? And if so, doesn't this prove Solomon at the very least knows enough to know when Nightbringer is going to open a portal back through time??)

We miss the ceremony because we have to go through that rift if we wanna get back. The brothers come with us because we need their power. Just like when we summoned the white dragon, we call upon each brother for his power. Then Solomon adds his. Then there's a bright light and..

...roll credits.

Yeah. That's it. That's the end.

There's a locked lesson where Diavolo gives a speech at the ceremony.

And then the HARD lesson... is us returning to the House of Lamentation in our time. The brothers are all like oh hey MC good morning like nothing even happened. They say it's weird because it feels like it's been a long time since they've seen MC but that can't be right because it hasn't been that long at all.

AND THAT'S IT.

No Nightbringer. No further insight from Solomon or Barbatos. Not even sad angsty brothers who have been missing us.

It was like they didn't know we were gone.

So either we went back a little further in time or there was never a point where they decided as a group to send Solomon back to help us.

We didn't even get a Michael appearance!

THAT WAS VERY ANTICLIMACTIC.

I am confused because it wasn't bad, it was kinda cheesy, there were some sweet lines and like I mentioned previously I got to kiss my malewives but WHAT THE JUNK.

I'm not suffering, more like I'm just left hanging???

My one consolation is that we're back in our timeline now. So maybe NEXT SEASON we can FINALLY get some ANSWERS.

I really thought they couldn't drag it out any further and yet...

I didn't take a whole lot of screenshots this time because again, it was kinda just... underwhelming. Overall this lesson was just me going that's it?! And being baffled.

First I'd like to present you with these lovely Barbatos moments.

As sweet as this is, the man knows. Not that I ever thought anything else, but he's so subtle about it. I'm onto you, Barb.

My HEART. If I wasn't going back to another version of him, I would just be like nope staying by your side forever the end I don't care about anybody else.

But before all that, there was also this:

I'm glaring at you because you let Solomon into the kitchen.

I DIDN'T WANT TO.

OF COURSE I DIDN'T.

GOOD. SOMEONE ELSE CAN SUFFER WITH ME.

OHHhhhh Barb I love when you get all threatening and smile like that 💕

But seriously, then Barbatos and Luke help Solomon make a lunch that's actually delicious and we eat it with everybody and they're all amazed. I was like OKAY WELL I do feel a bit better about that whole fiasco now. But still, was it even necessary to begin with? No amount of sweet kitchen buffoonery with these guys is going to make me forget the pain.

At least we had a cute Solomon moment, too.

Yeah but I'm still wondering about the past version of you, Sol. I'm just saying, where is that guy?

I mean you don't have to look so sad about it.

Ah. Your jealousy is showing, Solomon. (I don't mind.)

Hard Lesson bits because I'm still just ????

YEAH BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T.

YEAH IT'S BEEN TWO WHOLE SEASONS.

Once again, I am left with more questions than what I started with. Will MC tell the brothers what happened? Will we just never see the past brothers again? Will we return to the past in the next season? Will we ever see Nightbringer again, the being for whom this game was named?

At the very least, we still have Mephisto being himself and man I can't believe I ever disliked this guy.

THAT'S MY BOY.

I'm feeling extremely unsatisfied but it isn't like that's anything new.

I will say that it wasn't as bad as I expected. I was expecting them to do some really terrible things that made me freak out and scream and scare my cat. But no, I was mostly just ?? the whole time. And confusion is preferable to suffering in this case.

But I am also ANNOYED. We have waited long enough for the Nightbringer reveal, please give it to us now Solmare!!!

I fear we only have a short time before we are dragged further into this game that has truly become a hell of its own when season three is upon us... (I'm being deliberately melodramatic but still...)

[anthracite-writes]

hiya! can you do the brothers with a gn!mc whos kinda popular with other demons? i just think that overtime demons have become curious since theyve managed to grab the attention of the brothers and dateables

Obey Me! Imagines - Demon Brothers X Popular!GN! Reader [SFW]

A//N: Ohhh, intresting - I'll try my best with this one! I hope you enjoy it! Apologies in advance if I misinterpreted your request or if it's a bit OOC.

NOT PROOF READ!! APOLOGIES FOR ANY TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS! - PS; Congrats, you're my first request submission <3

Summary: Demon brothers with a popular GN! Reader. Your popularity was fairly lowkey when you arrived in the Devildom just because of pure curiosity, but once word gets around about your Pact making with the 7 Brothers and you managed to become such close friends with both Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke and Simeon in such a shot time - that's when your popularity skyrockets and everyone wants a piece of you. You're practically a minor celeberty in the Devildom, but - how exact does the Demon brother's feel about it? - CW//TW; Minor jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour [Lucifer & Mammon], some angst??? [Leviathan]

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

At first, he didn't mind it - you're the human transfer student, of course the other demons in the Devildom would take an interest in you just out of curiosity.

Once word gets around about your achievements in such a short time - that's when it catches the Prideful Demon's attention.

The fact that there were so many eyes on you, watching your every move with your sudden popularity - you were bound to have some students that were interested in you, wanting your attention, etc.

Extremely good at masking his jealousy.

Why is he jealous exactly? All the attention you have on you is taking away time and attention you usually have on him and him alone.

Absolutely hates it when your attention is pulled away from him just because some RAD student wanted to ask or talk to you for a bit.

He draws the line when he catches wind that some demons are developing feelings for you and confessing said feeling from your popularity.

They've been taking your time and attention with they're curiosity long enough and he won't stand for this any longer, he would pull you aside;

"Have you forgotten the terms of our pact, Y/N?" He says in a hushed voice, leaning in close to your ear as he holds you by the shoulders with firm hands after he had pulled you aside from prying eyes of other students, "I hate that you're attention is never on me now, you know how much I hate being ignored..." "I don't care how popular you get," He pulls way slowly as he tilts your head up to force your eyes to meet his, "I want your eyes on me and only me, at all times. Got it?"

𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻

Oh, he was never on board with your popularity to begin with when you first arrived.

That meant he actually had to do his job as your supervisor to stop you from getting eaten by other demons.

When your popular grew more and more, that's when he started getting [a TON] tiny bit jealous. And he's very vocal about it.

Mans greedy for your attention and you being popular, having people around you all up in your business doesn't sit well with him at all.

He's extremely impatience when your talking to other demons when you two are hanging out - crossing his arms and getting all pouty.

Once he even sees another demon show any interest in you, he's gonna make a scene.

Makes a bigger scene if a demon even tries to make any romantic advancements with you due to said popularity - "Nu-huh! They're not into you, now go. It's my time with Y/N, you're cutting in."

Mammon takes you hand in his as you two walked back to the House of Lamentation after a little walk around the shops, you can feel his hand squeeze yours slightly as he tenses up. "Y/N..." Mammon starts, getting your attention. "I should have priority over everyone else." He says, looking away from you slightly, covering his face slightly with the back of his hand to hide his settle blush on his cheeks. "I get your suddenly all popular and all but... I want you to pay attention to me, I am your first after all."

𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻

Doesn't care that much to begin with, that's normie behaviour and he's not about that.

Besides, he hates the crowds you draw in with your popularity so he chooses not to hang around you that much.

Though, he does envy you but would never admit it out loud and word for word, probably would beat around the bush.

When your popularity grows more and more as the more things you achieve in the Devildom - that's when the reality kicks in for him.

You suddenly have so many friends and so many admires, and he gets it - you're so much cooler than him, why would people want to hang around a yucky otaku like him.

Watches on from a far, seeing you happily interact with other demons from your popularity only worsens his feelings.

Watching you - his only friends slowly drift off from him, he doesn't try to salvage the relationship he once had with you.

He just reminisces while in room - remembering how you two use to game together, all the anime marathons and watch parties you two had, read manga together, etc.

When he does see you, he just only has very surface level conversations with you [ex. weather, classes, what you've been up to, etc.] - no longer having he's rabbit-hole rambles about the newest game he's been playing, animes he's been watching, manga he's been reading, etc.

He doesn't want to eat up too much of you're time knowing you have other friends that were probably more fun to be around than him.

Often cuts conversations short in an abrupt manner with you if you start the conversation yourself .

Falls back to his habit of locking himself in his room for days on end - opting to just take the classes online / independent learning - refusing to leave beside for the necessities.

"...Maybe it's for the best, if I were Y/N, I wouldn't want to be around me either..." Leviathan mumbles to himself, curled up on a beanbag and leaning up against his room's tank wall's glass as he watched Henry 2.0 swim around the coral and rocks in the lonesome tank. "Why would Y/N want to hang around a yucky otaku like me? I just haul up in my room like the shut-in I am... I'm probably so boring to be around... and annoying with how much I talk..." he said with a sigh, looking at the goldfish that was now staring at him from inside the tank, "At least I got you... you're my friend. Right, Henry?" Silence filled the room, only the tank's heater and filter whirring audible. Leviathan pressed his forehead against the tanks glass as he felt his chest tighten followed by a lump in his throat formed, his eyes watering up. "I miss them so much..." He said quietly as his voice cracked, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes as he tries to stop tears flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. As much as he tried to deny it, with your popularity - he's just no longer your friend. He's just now sees himself as another person in the faceless crowd to you.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

Honestly doesn't care much for your popularity.

Genuinly, he's quite impressed with how popular you gotten in the Devildom with you're achievements.

Though, does worry about you from time to time due to you being close to Diavolo so... there's that.

He doesn't want other demons to take advantage with your ties and popularity.

Other than that, he's really not that responsive to your popularity, even if it grows.

Most likely, you might have the same connection as him due to your popularity so you two go to exclusive events [restaurant grand openings, friends/acquaintances only parties/events, etc]

If that's the case, he's glad to have you there - having a familiar face in the room really puts him at ease.

"Hey, Y/N." He calls out to you as he makes his way through the crowd of demons mingling and talking amongst themselves, seeing you stand off to the side of the room - taking a break from all the socializing. "How are you feeling? Do you want to head out for a breather with me?" He asks with a soft smile, offering you his arm. "You must be a bit tired from talking to all these people - especially with the respect you've garnered amongst other demons. If you'd like to join me, I know a good place to get away for a little social break."

𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀

Absolutely ecstatic that you're finally getting the popularity and recognition in the Devildom.

You do have a pact with him anyways, it's what he expects - the more eyes on you, the more eyes on him by proxy.

He constantly brags that he knows you on a personal level, but would never indulge in any information - he doesn't kiss and tell <3

Would take you to so many parties so you can get to know more Demons than you already know just from your popularity alone.

He's most likely by your side whenever you two are out in public, he LOVES attention and your popularity helps with getting stares and all.

Def. introduces you to all his friends like... 99% of new people you now know is all thanks to Asmo.

Does get a bit pouty when you two are out and random demons try to talk to you.

Usually doesn't mind it but he does have his limits - is it because he's not getting the attention from the people who are fascinated by you and your achievements or is it because he doesn't have your attention and he craves your attention alone?

A mix of both post likely, one more than the other - which one favours over the other? That's for Asmo to know and you to find out.

The two of you were out clubbing with a couple of Asmo's friends but it seemed like the Avatar of Lust's friends were more intrested in you than him, asking you about what's it like to be so close to Diavolo or what's the celestial realm like since you're really close to the angels. Asmo had enough of this, downing the rest of his Demonus and putting his glass down with a tap as he rose to his feet in a a swift manner. "Y/N, let's go dance~" He says with his usual happy-go-lucky voice, not even waiting for an answer before taking your hand and pulling you out of the private room right into the hallway. He pushes you against the wall gently, putting an hand next to your head - pinning you up against the wall as the club's music bumped in the distance. "It's my turn to give you attention, Y/N." He whispered as he leaned in close to your ear, his tone now almost a purr as he spoke. "I'll be sure not to bore you with question like my friends back there~"

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

Doesn't let it affect him.

He doesn't mind the fact you're popular, just doesn't like it when you two get interrupted when you two are out.

When you two are out buying snacks and someone recognizes you and starts chatting with you when he's was in the middle of asking you something - he gets kinda upset but not really.

But due to Beel's sometimes expressionless face, the demon that interuping you two's bonding time usually backs off.

In a way, he's kinda like a body guard for you.

Due to his sheer size and the common knowledge he's extremely strong - demons that do post a threat or just want to interact with you back off immediately when you're with this guy.

But the fact your popularity has some perks, that catches his attention.

When you admirer gifts that are food related [and trust me, that a lot of the time] - don't worry, Beel would happily take that off your hands if you allow him to.

"Y/N, do you want get these Hellfire Spicy Newt Chips? This flavour is new-" Beel's words trail off when he sees you talking to another demon, 'Huh, must be one of the demons curious about Y/N...' he thought as he stood up straight, his build and large figure towering over you as he stared intently at you're interaction - just waiting for the conversation you're having to end with the lesser Demon. He notices the other demon's eyes slowly drift up and look at him, suddenly ending the conversation you where having with them and rushing off down the opposite direction of the store aisle you two were in. You look up at Beel with a confused look painted on your face from the lesser Demon's sudden choice to end the conversation abruptly. Beel just shrugged in response and held the chip bag he was holding, "Do you want Hellfire Spicy Newt Chips too, Y/N?"

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿

Like his twin, really doesn't care that your popular.

Matter of fact, he uses it to his advantage all while looking after you.

How exactly? You two a little routine that you two do.

He's already waiting in the attic for you, laying down on the sleeping area he had made when he was held captive up there or in his shared bedroom with Beel - probably already napping.

He senses when you enter the room, he waits up from his slumber and invites you to nap with him.

Gives you cuddles and uses you as a human body pillow while the two of you naps,

Listens to you talk about the latest happenings in you new life being popular in the Devildom - gossip and all.

He stays awake long enough to watch you fall asleep next to him before falling asleep himself.

He lets out a soft while as he stirs awake, hearing someone enter the room. Just from the sound of the footsteps, he knew who it was. "Y/N... you're home..." Belphie welcomes you in his hald-asleep toned voice, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He scoots a bit on the mattress - inviting you to lay with him. Once he feels the mattress sink as you lay beside him, he scoots back that his body was pressed against your back, you feel his arms wrap around you and a leg straddle over your hip as if the sleepy demon was using you as a body pillow. "You must be tired, Y/N... it must have been an eventful day..." he mutters into your clothed back as he presses his face into it, his eyes fluttering closed comforted by your warmth. "Tell me all about it..."

[bloodynectarine]

The devil is in the details

You try (and fail) to spoil Diavolo on his birthday, as he picks a grocery store of all places to spend a night with you in. Or, the shortest sugar daddy career ever.

tags. gender-neutral mc, crack and fluff, diavolo x mc, mc is whipped, but so is diavolo.

notes. I'M LATE, november went by in a blur, what's up with that. even so, i wanted to finish this one and i'm shameless, so please pretend diavolo's birthday is around the corner while reading.

thanks to @property-of-diavolo for hosting #diamonth2022 sorry for the delay (!!)

As of late, you can't help but feel self-conscious every time you set foot in the Demon Lord's Castle.

You've become suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're not only stopping by to join sweet, attentive and easygoing Diavolo for a cup of tea but… Well. You're actually hanging out with the ruler of the Devildom.

Naturally, you already knew that. But trying to find the perfect birthday gift for a soon-to-be-kinda-already-king has brought a ―drastic, sometimes suffocating― change of perspective.

What could you offer to someone that seems to have everything and anything he could want? There's no avoiding it: sooner than later, you find yourself noticing details that you've swiftly overlooked before.

The almost translucent centerpiece that sits on the dinner table between you and Dia, the gold-lined curtains that he carelessly shoves away to show you how big the moon looks tonight, the unnaturally-blue mirror that blinks back at you whenever you fix your hair right before entering his office, as giddy as ever to see him.

You're starting to get why Mammon tries to steal something every single time he visits, and that's a dangerous train of thought that you would rather avoid following.

One afternoon, out of curiosity ―you're no cat, but you should've known better―, you ask Barbatos how much is the pen you're currently holding. It's of such a bright red, and it feels cold, heavy in your hand. The deep voice coming from it whispers a trail of suggestions as you write down your grocery shopping list, getting ready for your brief visit to the human world.

Barbatos tilts his head, a bit taken aback by your inquiry but answering anyway, as willing to help as always.

“It has been in the castle for generations and its curse is excessively unique. Originally, it was worth merely thirty millions, but to decipher its current price range, a proper assessment is in need. The only answer I can provide with at the moment is that it's, well, priceless.”

Of course it is. When you laugh, it comes out more like a cry, and one look at Barbatos' politely confused expression has you laughing even louder.

In your rush to put down the pen as fast as possible, your shopping list is long forgotten.

Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. That exact list is what has brought you here, in the human world, on the eve of Diavolo's birthday, about to enter a three-story 24 hours grocery store accompanied by Devildom's ruler.

“Dia… Lately I've been picking up a few extra hours in Devil's kitchen, maybe I could take you to the movies for your birthday? An amusement park? We can go to a concert. A spa. Or camping.”

The inhabitants of the house of lamentation have seen you running around like crazy this last month, trying to squeeze some extra hours of work whenever you could, all with one objective in mind: spoil Diavolo on his birthday.

You forgot a tiny little detail though: to ensure that said demon is willing to being spoiled.

“I thought you needed groceries? That list was quite long”, he answers, and watching him push a shopping cart through the dairy aisle is surreal enough to have your mind reeling. He is towering over everyone and everything, wearing the human-grocery-shopping outfit you helped him pick ―black graphic tee (yours, oversized on you but fitted on him) and jeans, with a white beanie and a cozy-looking coat on top―.

“Yeah. I can go out to get groceries any other night, though. And I know you wanted to come here for your birthday, but… Is that really okay? Wouldn't you like to go, I don't know, anywhere else more fun?”

“More fun? Than this?”, and it's the genuine confusion in his voice what takes you by surprise, any further questioning getting stuck in your throat when you gaze directly into the molten gold eyes that look at you in earnest, as sincere as ever.

To disarm you further, Diavolo takes your shopping list out of his wallet and deciphers your handwriting without a problem, looking around in amazement, so regal and achingly familiar at the same time.

(Has he kept it in there all this time? It has been almost three weeks since you left it behind, and it was nothing but a crumpled piece of paper, with a couple of tea stains here and there. The careful way in which he holds it has your belly in knots)

And he looks… Excited. Relaxed and happy. And isn't that everything you could ask for and more?

Your concerns seem trivial and distant in the face of his excitement. Of course, trust Diavolo to pick a night spent with you in a grocery store over a fancy tea set, or an expensive wine ―gift options you've considered before, you admit shamefully―.

You can see him talk, gesturing with both hands, but you're too busy spacing out to really listen, feeling lightheaded with relief upon realizing that Diavolo is and will always be Diavolo around you.

By the time you manage to pay attention, Diavolo is holding a carton of milk in each hand, examining them with the wonder of a five-year-old and the solemn expression of someone that's holding something invaluable.

“So many options, and it's just milk! What's the difference? Maybe a different cow for each of them? Mh, I see.”

It's so unfair. He's just standing there, and yet your heart decides it's the perfect time to do some flip-flops.

“Ah, yes, as expected, 'Almond' is a pretty suitable name for a cow. '2%' is a little bit underwhelming as far as cows' names go, but I'm sure their milk is just as lovely as Almond's.”

You nod solemnly, without contradicting such a sound conclusion, making quick work of getting your phone out and ready.

“Could you hold the carton closer to your face? Let me take a picture of you and Almond”.

Hours later, you come out of the store with arms full of bags and your camera roll overflowing with pictures of Diavolo ―some of them you already shared to the group chat, graciously ignoring the multiple missed calls after that one picture of Dia trying to get into the shopping cart―.

The face that the cashier made when Diavolo excitedly explained he came here to celebrate his birthday was unforgettable. Almost as amusing as the one pulled by that old lady that overhear the both of you talking about “bringing Lucifer a few snacks”.

The night air feels icy-cold against your cheeks, and yet, you cannot stop smiling. Feeling your chest impossibly full, getting even more stuffy once you turn around and see an even bigger smile on Diavolo.

He comes closer and carefully places the beanie on your head, probably adjudicating your red ears, cheeks, and nose, to the cold.

“Thank you. I haven't had fun like this in years.” Voice charged with intimacy, without breaking eye contact. Your overall redness only increases once he holds your face in his hands, thumbs sliding across your cheekbones. Surely another effort to keep you warm.

“Truth to be told, today must've been the first time I've enjoyed myself this much.” He adds, with a chuckle. And you know it's true, he can't be lying, not Diavolo, and not with the way he would light up whenever people barely glanced his way; unbothered and oblivious.

With the way he's looking at you, you have to control yourself before spitting some nonsense about buying him the whole grocery store if he wants you to (you have no idea how, but you would).

You have to settle for the next best thing: raw sincerity. “First of many. We can do this again, you know? We don't have to wait for your next birthday. You have me, after all.”

An open door. And by the looks of it, Diavolo recognizes it, if the way his hand travels to take one of the bags out of your grasp, all to intertwine his fingers with yours, is any indicative.

You share a secret smile. You don't know if you can go back to shopping alone after this.

“Human world dinner on me! I'm all ears for the birthday boy, any food you'd like to try? Sushi, maybe? Steak? I know a pretty good lobster place.”

“Oh! I've heard about 24 hours fast food, and I find it fascinating. How fast is it? Do we have to chase it? I would like to try it!”

“… Dia, I'm begging you, let me buy you something that is at least six dollars.”

ao3 ― writing tag

[beelzebuddy-catan]

The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student pt. 3

Summary: Tired of wanting to help the brothers, but never being able to, Cass finally reaches her limit. Maybe Levi should make a mental note, when the Avatar of Wrath is worried about a human's anger, you should be too. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, heavily implied sexual content Spoilers: Up to Lesson three and Lilith's status Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Preta (OC), and Vassago (OC). Notes: Just like Asmo's mind control doesn't work on MC, demon powers in general don't work on Cass, including Diavolo's. Previous Part • next part

“HEY, I TOLD YOU! LISTEN WHEN I’M TALKIN’ TO – wait, the stairs that lead to the attic? Stop stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong. And don’t go thinkin’ you can just offer the Great Mammon a little bit of money so he’ll spill the beans. Let’s pretend I did. Lucifer would kill me – no, he’d have me eliminated and it’d take me a good two hundred million years to recover.”  

“Oh, so you’re afraid of Lucifer.”  

“I ain’t afraid of Lucifer! Tell ya what. I’ll let you buy the information off me for the monetary equivalent of two hundred million years’ worth of the world’s total oil production.”  

“Is that with inflation?”  

“Is that with – I ain’t gonna tell ya.”  

"DOES HE EVER SLEEP?” Cass whispered sharply as she threw a pillow onto her bed.  

This was the fifth time this week she’d woken up to some ominous voice in the walls calling for help only to be stopped by Lucifer when she got to the foot of the stairs. At this point she should take him up on his offer to make her a tea that would put her into a coma because it might be the only time she actually gets some rest.  

Lilith wasn’t much help either. She couldn't even tell Cass what was at the top of the stairs. Apparently, there was some charm at the very top preventing her from going through. Lilith wasn’t sure what the spell was since it didn’t seem to be related to her ghostly status. Which meant Cass couldn’t even try and get Solomon to help.  

The lack of sleep would have been bad enough, but she also had to deal with the brothers. Each of them had more baggage than she had under her eyes at this point. Worst yet, they wouldn’t let her in enough to even help them with it.  

Lucifer acted like a politician giving a statement whenever she tried to talk to him. Do not disappoint Diavolo. We’re counting on you to make this a success. Just once she’d like to see him show any side of him that wasn’t polished or annoyed at his brothers.  

Whenever Mammon was near her, he started complaining about having to watch over her. Even though he was hovering around her a lot more since making the pact. He started walking her to her classes and hanging out after, even banging on her door until she let him in. If he wasn’t complaining about her or his brothers, he was trying to rope her into some complicated money-making scheme that always seemed more of a bad idea than a pyramid scheme.  

She was lucky if she saw Levi more than once a day. If she did, he refused to make eye contact or acknowledge her presence. The little time he spent with his brothers was spent on his phone, mumbling under his breath, or fighting with Mammon.  

True to her expectations, Satan was cordial to a fault. Just like Lucifer, she never really saw past his mask unless he was angry. While anything could set him off, she started picking up on his warning signs. The book he was holding would snap shut with an unexpected force. He’d take a long-calculated breath, staring at the person or thing that set him off. When they weren’t in the House of Lamentation, she could feel the murderous aura building around him before he excused himself.  

That aura wasn’t exclusive to Satan, she learned. She felt it with all of the brothers when they weren’t at the house. Whenever their emotions started to take over or they lost control of their sin, it would start forming. Mammon, who seemed to have little to no control over his greed or emotional state, seemed to be the only one who didn’t radiate that feeling on a regular basis.  

The first time she’d felt it around Asmodeus had taken her by surprise. While he’d been flirty with her since they met and tried to charm anyone he encountered, the darker side only crept up once and a while. There was a sense of desperation behind his actions. A desire for something more, to be seen as something more.  

Beel, she’d learned, wasn’t as apathetic as she’d suspected. He was able to stay level-headed, expect when it came to his brothers or food. He simply wasn’t an expressive person. He’d been spending more and more time with her. There was something comforting about his presence. And just when she started to think he may share the sentiment, he would withdraw, as if afraid of getting close to her.  

“Why do I get stuck here looking at your face every morning,” Mammon’s outburst pulled Cass from her thoughts. She gave him a quizzical look over her coffee mug. “Ya know, eating a human is a treat for demons, right? Having you sit there and not being able to do anything is like having a premium-grade, medium rare, roast Iriomote musk hog in front of ya when you're stuck eating dried black belly newt legs.”  

Cass’s eyebrows scrunched together. Did he just compare her to a roasted hog? Mammon was too busy going on about blackbelly newt legs and roasts to notice the glare she gave him. He jabbed his fork in her attention, finally making eye contact.  

“And ya know what the worst part is? That thick juicy hunk of meat started ordering me around like it’s the boss or somethin’. What kind of sick torture is that?”  

“Did you just call me a hunk of meat?” Mammon froze, as if he hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said. After a moment it looked like he was going to double down and confirm the insult, so Cass continued. “This hunk of meat has only given you an order once, by accident. And if you called me by my name to begin with, it wouldn’t have happened.”  

“Where are your brothers?” She asked when she saw him open his mouth, knowing it would end in an argument. An argument consisting mostly of him complaining.  

“Hell if I know. Asmodeus is a playboy who sneaks out at night, so he’s probably sleepin’. Satan’s a goody two-shoes and I don’t care where he is. And I don’t even want to think about Beel. He ate the custard I was saving after I TOLD him not to eat anything with my name on it.”  

Cass rolled her eyes, of course she can’t get a simple answer from him. Most of the time, she found Mammon oddly charming. With the headaches caused from lack of sleep though, it was unbearable. “Pay attention when I’m talking to ya! Bet the others scurried off to class so I had to deal with ya on my own. They’re rotten and it’s all ‘cuz of Lucifer! Stuck with you in a pact, Levi’s lame haircut, Satan’s stupid horns, Lucifer’s nasty smelly feet.”  

“Do you know about those stairs on the west end of the house?”  

“HEY, I TOLD YOU! LISTEN WHEN I’M TALKIN’ TO – wait, the stairs that lead to the attic?”  

Ah, so the others did know about them. So, whatever was blocking Lilith didn’t seem to affect other ghosts or demons. But how would Lucifer know to put up a spell so she couldn’t get up there. He didn’t even know she was there. What was he hiding and who was he hiding it from?  

“Stop stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong. And don’t go thinkin’ you can just offer the Great Mammon a little bit of money so he’ll spill the beans. Let’s pretend I did. Lucifer would kill me – no, he’d have me eliminated and it’d take me a good two hundred million years to recover.”  

“Oh, so you’re afraid of Lucifer.”  

“I ain’t afraid of Lucifer! Tell ya what. I’ll let you buy the information off me for the monetary equivalent of two hundred million years’ worth of the world’s total oil production.”  

“Is that with inflation?”  

“Is that with – I ain’t gonna tell ya.”  

“You could have just said you don’t know what’s up there.”  

"Of course, I know what’s up there!” Silence hung between them. “Fine, you want to know so badly? Then go up there yourself. If you want to get past Lucifer, just distract him. What’s that series Levi likes again? The Tale of the Seven Seas Trying to Get Rich Quick...Wait, no. The Tale of the Seven Kingdoms. 

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Just get a vinyl edition of the soundtrack from that and use it to distract Lucifer. Don't know why, but he’s interested in it. Get your hands on that soundtrack and you’ll be able to climb those stairs.” 

Cass stood up crossing to the door. “Well, let’s go.”  

“What makes you think I’m helpin’ ya? If ya want the soundtrack so bad, go find Levi and work it out with him yourself. I gotta get to class.”  

“Mammon, I said let’s go,” Cass said, feeling the same warmth from her pact mark she’d felt when she’d first invoked its magic.  Mammon followed her out of the dining room grumbling like always.  

-- -- --

Cass was about to knock on Levi’s door, when Mammon yelled in her ear. “LEMME GO, DAMMIT!”  

She jumped, the magic allowing her to control him, breaking with her concentration. Mammon stumbled backwards, head hitting the edge of the nearby end table. He looked up, rubbing his head. They stared at each other for a moment in shock.  

“What the hell, Cass? Ya coulda given me a little warning!”  

“I’m sorry! I don’t exactly know how to control a pact. I don’t even like using it.”  

“Whatever,” Mammon grumbled, standing up. “You don’t have any prudence, do you? You can’t just storm up to Levi’s room demandin’ the vinyl from the Tale of whatever-it-was.”  

“You mean the Tale of the Seven Seas Trying to Get Rich Quick?” 

“You know what your problem is? I’ll tell you.” Mammon stepped closer as he spoke.  

“Oh, please do,” Cass snapped back. 

It probably would have been easier to ask Levi for help without Mammon. The two always seemed to be arguing, even when they got along. Not to mention, his constant put downs and yelling was only making her headache worse.  

“Mammon, you jackass,” Levi called out from his room.  

“Who said that?” Mammon looked around wildly. “I’m not a jackass! Or an idiot!”  

“Or a scumbag or a money-obsessed moron,” Cass added on, unable to resist the urge to mock him a little more.  

“I’m tryin’ to help ya!”  

“You’re making way too much noise, Mammon,” Levi yelled, “I'm trying to watch Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.”  

At this point, Cass didn’t have the energy to trick Levi. She just needed the vinyl, so she could give it to Lucifer and stop whoever was talking all through the night. Every day she was one step closer to poisoning everyone in the house with holy water. 

“Open the door, Levi. I need your TSL soundtrack.”  

The only response from Levi was a curt laugh. Both Mammon and Cass knew exactly what it meant, not that she expected anything different. She sighed rubbing her temple, what were the odds Mammon could just break the door down. Levi did say he couldn’t beat Mammon in a fight. Maybe she was at her last resort.  

“And I’m the idiot.”  

“Well, if it isn’t the pair everyone is talking about.” Solomon stepped up to Levi’s door, knocking softly. “I heard a rumor about a certain human who looks very ordinary at first glance. She just arrived and already has a pact with a demon. Though, the demon must be incredibly stupid because he let the human discover and exploit his greatest weakness to then forge a pact.”  

“What a total numbskull! Who was the demon?” Mammon laughed, the sound echoing around the hall. 

“Definitely a numbskull,” Cass muttered. “What brings you to the House of Lamentation, Solomon?”  

“Levi invited me,” he answered, clearly enjoying Mammon’s obliviousness.  

“What’s the secret phrase?” Levi called when Solomon knocked again. 

“The second lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus which could lay golden eggs. Having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would forever be dubbed the Lord of Fools.”  

Levi’s door opened a crack. “Secret phrase authenticated you may enter.”  

Solomon nodded to Mammon and Cass before slipping into Levi’s room. The sound of the lock clicking back into place echoed through the otherwise empty hall. Cass sighed, not sure what to do next. Mammon, in his own world, seemed to just catch on to what Solomon had said.  

“OI SOLOMON! I AIN’T STUPID!” He pounded on the door, but there was no answer. “You know what, he’s the stupid one, givin’ away the secret phrase and all, wait, that was the secret phrase!”  

Mammon knocked on the door again, gesturing for Cass to repeat what Solomon had said. “The second lord att-” before Cass could finish the sentence, Levi made a buzzing noise.  

“Secret phase authentication failure. Access denied.”  

“WHAT? Ya didn’t even let her finish? What is it a one-time password?” Mammon yelled, resuming his banging.  

Cass linked her arm with his, pulling him away. “Let’s just go, it’s not like he’s going to change his mind.” 

“Maybe you should at least watch TSL on DVD before asking for favors.”  

Cass let Mammon pull away to return to Levi’s door, knowing it was a lost cause to fight him. He was already hurling insults at Levi and Levi wasn’t hesitating to yell right back at him. Cass sighed, deciding they could be Solomon’s problem for a while. She was running late for class anyways. Luckily, she caught Beel heading towards the door and was able to walk with him. 

-- -- --

Cass stared down at the cover of Volume 8 of the TSL series Levi had lent her, pen tapping against her chin. The book ended with the Lord of Emptiness being trapped in the Tower of Shadow by the Lord of Corruption. Based on the parallels between the series and what she knew of the brothers, the writer was someone close to them.  

She didn’t know much about their history apart from what little information Lilith would share, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the end of this volume coincided with the start of the exchange program. Beel had been upset about his younger brother but wouldn’t talk about him because of Lucifer.  The youngest brother, she had been told, was an exchange student in the human world.  

She groaned, letting her head fall to the table. Something told her that it didn’t matter if she could find a connection or could find more information about them from the series. She just knew that the only way she was ever going to learn anything helpful was getting up those stairs. Which she couldn’t do without Levi. Having Levi’s help seemed more and more impossible by the second.  

A soft thud drew her from her thoughts. She glanced towards the noise. A fresh chocolate croissant sat next to her now empty mug. The demon who had brought the plate pulled a chair up to sit down with her. She glanced around the coffee shop, realizing only now that it was empty. The demon who had joined her was working. He must have gotten bored and decided to have some fun.  

Cass poked at the croissant, hesitant to eat it because she was still learning what was human-safe in the Devildom. That, and she’d only seen the barista in passing, she didn’t know if she could trust him yet. There was something oddly calming about him though, at least compared to the other demons she’d interacted with him.  

Then again, he was just treating her with common decency. Maybe the bar was so low for her expectations now that he was just less terrible than the other demons, but terrible none the less. Her brain hurt trying to figure it out. It didn’t help that her, Mammon, and Beel had been up the entire night before watching the TSL series.  

Mammon, who complained about being there every chance he could, ended up crying most of the series. When he wasn’t crying or complaining, he was yelling at Beel to stop chewing so loud. Cass still wasn’t sure why Beel had even come to her room. He said he’d heard them talking about the movie marathon and decided there would be popcorn. Yet, he’s the one that brought all the snacks, something he could have done without Cass or Mammon. 

“I didn’t do anything to the croissant.” The demon once again pulled her from her thoughts. “And all the food here is edible for humans.” Cass shot him a look, still trying to figure him out. “Diavolo’s been trying to make human and celestial things more accessible here. It’s not a perfect remake, but it’s safe.” 

“Why are you giving it to me?”  

“You’ve been here for a few hours and haven’t eaten. I don’t really know how often humans are supposed to eat and don’t want you to die.” He looked up from the notebook he was reading. “Sorry, should I rephrase that? I don’t care if you live or die, but if you die here, it’s going to cause me problems.”  

He looked back down at Cass’s notes. Cass tried to hide her smile as she began picking at the croissant. Most everyone ignored her or treated her like dinner. Despite adding the second part, she knew the gesture was genuine.  

“I’m Cass, by the way.”  

The demon laughed, setting the notebook down. “Is there anyone in the Devildom who doesn’t know who you are at this point? I’m Vassago.”  

“I’m starting to think Solomon’s having demons follow me,” Cass murmured.  

“How’d you know – " The shop bell rang, cutting Vassago off. He rolled his eyes before going to the front.  “Leave her alone. I’m seri – PRETA.”  

Cass jumped at the sudden change in his volume. Standing in front of her was the demon she’d seen on her first day. One thing she’d noticed quickly was that most demons stayed in their human form, especially in classes and around the Academy. The demon in front of her was definitely an exception to the rule.  

“I’m Preta.” They grinned, mouth stretching further than humanly possible, adding to the unease Cass felt.  

The next few seconds happened so fast that Cass almost didn’t process it. Vassago snatched the croissant out of Cass’s hand, jumping up on the chair. He held it out of Preta’s reach, but barely had time to gain his balance before Beel tried tackling him. Did he come in with Preta? Preta’s hand shot out to stop him, knocking over the half-full cup he’d left when the bell had rung.  

“Stop trying to steal Cass’s food,” Vas snapped at the two demons.  

Beel hung his head and grumbled a quiet ‘sorry’. Preta, on the other hand, didn’t even try to look remorseful. “Vas, I’m hungry. You said you there wasn’t any baked goods left.” 

“There aren’t any baked goods left.”  

“She’s not even eating it!” Preta yelled.  

“I ALREADY ORDERED YOU FOOD. IT WILL BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES.”  

It wasn’t until Cass felt something wet hit her foot that she realized the coffee from Vas’s cup had spilled. She shot up, trying to move the papers out of the way. It was too late. The cup had landed directly on Levi’s book, soaking the pages.  

She held the book up, coffee dripping from the pages onto the table. The reality of the situation hit her like bricks. An exasperated sound left her lips. It wasn’t quite a laugh, but it had a similar cadence. They were fighting over an old croissant. A croissant she didn’t even care about. What a stupid, normal thing to do. In most contexts, it would have been funny to watch.  

Except she wasn’t in most contexts. She was just a human, stuck in hell, surrounded by demons threatening to kill her daily. She didn’t have the luxury to enjoy stupid, normal things. Their fight ended as easily as Vas ordering takeout. Yet, at the end of the day, she was the one whose life was on the line.  

She hung her head, letting the book fall to the ground as her hand dropped. The book Levi made her swear she wouldn’t ruin. The book he’d barely been able to bring himself to lend her. Levi, who had threatened to kill her moments after meeting. Levi, who wished death on his own brother for leaving a figurine in a box. Not ruining it, just not appreciating it.  

“Cass?” Beel asked, tilting his head to the side. Cass looked up, tears threatening to fall.  

“It’s just a book, we can get you a new one,” Preta added.  

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “I told Levi I’d give it back to him tonight. I don’t have time to get a new book.”  

“There’s a used book shop on the street over, we can look there.”  

Cass picked up the book from the floor, putting it in her bag. She haphazardly threw the rest of her things in after. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out. Thanks for the croissant, Vassago.” With that, she pushed passed Beel and Preta and left the Bitter Inferno.  

Usually, she hated walking down the streets alone. In their human forms, most demons were over six foot tall. Even Asmo, one of the shortest demons she spent any time with, was 6’2. Which made her a lot easier to notice. She’d gotten in the habit of wearing heels over four inches, just to blend easier. Not that it did much good.  

The streets were almost empty, though. It had rained earlier and was expected to rain more. Maybe she was finally catching a break. As Preta had said, there was used book shop on the next street. Secondhand Spell Books. Cass sighed, knowing that short luck was already over. There was no way a secondhand spell bookshop would have the TSL book she needed.  

Cass pulled at the door, but it didn’t budge. The lights were still on, though low. It wasn’t uncommon for a building to have low lights or for her to have difficulty opening the heavy doors downtown. A small, barely legible, handwritten sign sat near the handle. Secondhand Spell Books will be closed on Tuesday due to a private event.  

That was more in line with how the day had been going. Cass sat down in the alley next to the bookstore, leaning against the side wall. Something about the empty alley felt safer than returning to the House of Lamentation and whatever waited. That’s when she realized what she was really dreading, was the look on Levi’s face when he realized the book was ruined.  

After making a pact with Mammon and helping Levi, she’d seen him very little. The minute she handed the destroyed book back, it would just serve as confirmation for Levi. Conformation that his interests weren’t worth appreciating. That he wasn’t worth appreciating. He put so much energy into the shows and things he enjoyed. But in his eyes, nobody put any energy towards him.  

One of the shop bells rang, followed by a moment of silence, then “Cass?” Satan stood next to the bookstore, close enough to the door that the rain missed him. When did it start raining? Satan opened his umbrella, crossing to her. He sighed, squatting in front of her, hand pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Did Mammon do something?”  

“What?” The question took her so off guard that she started laughing. Satan tilted his head, unsure what the reaction meant. “Why would you automatically assume it was Mammon?”  

“Well, for one, you’re crying, alone in the street, at night. He is supposed to be making sure you’re safe. Two, it wouldn’t be inconceivable that Mammon did something stupid.”  

“You should be nicer to him.”  

Satan hummed, standing up. He held his hand out, helping Cass up. “May I inquire why you’re out here, if Mammon didn’t do anything?”  

Cass hesitated, still not entirely sure how she felt about Satan. It wasn’t like him to genuinely care about her. Plus, even if he could help, he wouldn’t do so out of the goodness of his heart. She relented, knowing she was picking the lesser of two evils, and pulled the ruined book from her bag. Satan took it from her, flipping the cover open. Both of them visibly cringed at the sound of the pages peeling apart.  

“You’re hiding because you’re afraid?”  

“No, it’s not that.” Satan glanced up at her for a moment before looking back at the book. “I receive death threats every day. It’s just, it’s, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”  

“Well, we’ve got some time on the walk. Unless you planned on sleeping here.”  

-- -- --

“If I’m understanding correctly, you’re upset the book is ruined because you think it means you’ll fail a test Levi was giving you?”  

“Kind of? It’s not like I think Levi was intentionally testing me. I don’t think he’d even entertain the thought. It’s just a feeling I have. It’s easier for him to push people away before they push him away. I mean, he spends all day comparing himself to you and your brothers. That has to weigh on him.”  

“Ah, in a way he’s convinced himself he’s not good enough and acts out on that. That way, when someone does tear him down, he is already expecting it. The book, or anything he lends out, is a way to see if it’s worth getting his hopes up.”  

Satan came to a stop outside Purgatory Hall. Cass sighed, looking up at him, knowing he didn’t have an answer, but wishing he did. It wasn’t that she just failed a test. She failed Levi and he didn’t need any more false confirmations that he wasn’t good enough.  

“Why do you care so much, though?” Cass’s knitted together in confusion. Why didn’t Satan care more? They were brothers after all. “I’ll be right back. I have to ask Simeon something. Try not to get too upset about Levi, you haven’t failed him.”  

Cass didn’t have time to ask Satan what he meant before he disappeared down the hallway. Cass looked around the foyer. Why couldn’t she have been put here with the angels and Solomon? That would have solved all of her problems. Well, not the almost being killed by demons everyday related ones, but the paranormal life coach ones.  

Unlike the House of Lamentation, Cass was welcomed with open arms when she visited Purgatory Hall. It was starting to become a safe haven for her. Simeon would bring a cup of tea to cheer her up. There were nearly always fresh baked goods that Luke prepared. Even Solomon’s mumbling when doing experiments had become a comforting sound.  

Despite Lucifer’s warning, she and Solomon had become close. She wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe they both found comfort in being around another human, even if what they knew about each other was limited. Maybe Solomon was secretly after something. Maybe he found it amusing how she didn’t put up with his shit just because he was a famous sorcerer.   

She assumed Simeon’s friendly nature was in part because he was an angel. Though it felt like more when he patiently listened to her vent. He was one of the few beings that knew the brothers, that could commiserate with her.  

Despite his protests and claims that he was older than her, she started viewing Luke as a younger brother. And while he may deny it, he took on the unofficial role of her guardian angel, unafraid to stand between her and danger. 

“Thank you again, Simeon.”  

“You really don’t need to mention it.” Cass turned to see Simeon and Satan walking down the stairs. Simeon held a book under his arm. “Cass, it’s lovely to see you.”  

“You too. Actually, Simeon, I wanted to see if you and Luke were busy on Saturday. There's a bakery near the coffee shop I like is trying out a new menu.  

“I’ll check with Luke, but I’m sure he’d love too.” Simeon held to book out for her to take. “Satan told me what happened earlier. I think this may help soothe things over with Levi.”  

It was a first edition of the book that had been ruined earlier. On the inside cover was the author’s signature and a brief note. A piece of notebook paper was placed halfway through the pages. There were various notes and plot developments from the unreleased volume 9 book. Cass shut the book and tried handing it back to Simeon.  

“I can’t take this.”  

“I insist. It’s just been gathering dust. I’m certain Levi would appreciate it more. Maybe not the notes on volume 9, but you can keep those.” 

“This is amazing, I can’t imagine how I’ll repay you.” 

Before Simeon could answer, something cold hit Cass’s neck, causing her to scream in surprise. She turned around to see Solomon grinning, holding up a single winged pendant. He was leaning over into her space, so they were almost eye level. Neither of them blinked, not wanting to back down. 

“Here I was waiting to give you this. It’s the Lord of Corruption’s lost wing. It was only sold in limited quantities when Volume 1 was released. I happen to know Levi doesn’t have it. What would you give me for it?”  

“How about I don’t kick you in the balls?”  

“I’m starting to think you might like Simeon more than me.”  

“You’re only now picking up on that? I’ll have to be less subtle.” Cass snatched the pendant before Solomon could pull it away.  

“Careful, there’s a curse on that so anyone who wears it falls in love with me.”  

“I didn’t realize you liked Levi that much.”  

Satan or Simeon coughed, causing Cass and Solomon to break eye contact at the same time. “Do you want to continue whatever this is or walk back with me?”  

-- -- --

“Did you think coming back with Satan would help you?” Levi yelled as soon as Cass and Satan stepped through the door. As usual, the dark aura she began to sense from Levi vanished after a few seconds. Cass and Satan exchanged a look. “Beel already told me.”  

“I’m sorry, Cass. I thought I could talk to Levi for you.”  

Cass sighed, casting Beel a reassuring look. She knew his heart was in the right place. It didn’t really matter anyways, Levi would have found out about the book in the end. Besides, she now had two different things to make up for it, so they should be square.  

“This is why I don’t lend things out to normies. I just knew you were going to mess it up. Not only are you NOT an otaku, you’re also a human. Can you do anything right?”  

Cass’s hand froze, partially through pulling the book out. “Deep breaths, Cass,” she told herself. After living with the brothers, she’d learned Satan wasn’t the only one who would snap at the drop of a hat. While there were far fewer things that set her off, they definitely existed. One of those was demons underestimating her and brushing her off solely because she was human.  

“What? Were you seriously going to return my ruined book? LMAO.” 

Satan, who had been observing the interaction, stepped forward. He placed his hand on Cass’s as if to stop her from pulling out the book. “Levi,” his tone left little for argument. He also had become more in tune with your anger. 

Levi didn’t seem to care. “Why? What’s she going to do? Did you think learning a little bit about TSL would make it, so I’ll like you? You’re lucky Mammon’s such an idiot or you never would have been able to make a pact with a demon.” 

“You know what Levi,” Cass snapped tossing the bag to the floor. “I’m over this arrogant, conceited, woe-is me crap. I get you like TSL, but I don’t think you know as much about it as you think you do. I bet I even know more than you.”  

Cass wasn’t sure where that came from. She wanted to be there for Levi, but first she wanted to prove him wrong. No, she wanted to beat him, make him think about treating her like that again. She could blame the anger, the wounded ego, the lack of sleep, the constant disparaging remark about Mammon, but really it could be any one of them. The flood gates opened. 

Something flashed in Levi’s eyes, but it was gone almost as fast. “Do you seriously think you know more than me about TSL? As if I’d ever accept a challenge like that.” He scoffed, turning to go back to his room.  

“The fact that you’re running away, proves I’m right. You know you’d lose.” 

Levi spun so quickly it made Cass dizzy, he marched over, glaring down at her. She refused to break eye contact. Given how tall he was, it was near impossible to hold her head back that far. Due to his horrible posture, Cass was always forgetting how tall he actually was.  

“Excuse me?” The words flowed out like venom.  

“You heard me,” Cass said with the same animosity.  

The tension in the room was palpable. Even Levi, who looked like he might snap at any moment, seemed to be holding his breath. Maybe he was trying to intimidate her into backtracking or maybe he was trying to decide if he should just kill her here and now and be done with it.  

“Fine, I accept your challenge. I’ll even make a pact with you if I lose, that’s how confident I am,” Levi answered, finally breaking eye contact. He started walking back towards his room before once again turning to call over his shoulder. “Just one thing. If you lose, you might not make it back to the human world alive.”  

With that, Levi disappeared up the stairs. Cass let her shoulders drop, instantly feeling some of the tension leave her body. She picked up her abandoned bag and threw it over one shoulder. So much for fixing things and maybe getting a step ahead with the gifts Simeon and Solomon gave her.  

“Can I give you some advice?” Beel, who Cass had forgotten was in the entry way, broke the silence. “Levi’s the demon of envy. If you work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control. Once that happens, he’ll slip up and give you an opening to exploit. But if Levi does lose control, your life will also be in danger.”  

“What else is new?” Cass mumbled under her breath.  

She thought of the piece of paper Simeon had put in the book and the pendant Solomon just happened to have. Of course, Satan hadn’t genuinely cared. He certainly was calculating, she had to give him that. He must have realized that if she was upset, there was something he could capitalize on later that would piss Lucifer off.  

-- -- --

Mammon rattled off question after question about TSL. Despite her recent introduction to the series, she had actually learned a lot about it and was able to answer his questions easily. Not that she really thought she had a chance at beating Levi. Honestly, if it weren’t for the spoilers and the pendant, she’d be screwed.  

“You know that right?”  

Cass, who hadn’t heard the question, answered as sincerely as she could manage, “Yeah, that actually makes sense.”  

Mammon stopped walking, staring at her in shock. Oh no, what had he asked. She just assumed it was something about how great he was or how he didn’t want to be here. He turned away before she could catch his eyeline, but she didn’t miss the faint blush that had appeared.  

“It feels weird when you agree with me like that. I mean, doncha think that would’ve been the perfect time to put me down or somethin’?”  

Mammon rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still refusing to look at her. She did like poking fun at Mammon because he always had a big reaction, but she was going to have to change how she went about it. The other brothers must really be relentless in their comments.  

“Whatever, just forget it. Let’s talk strategy. Beel was right about Levi and jealous. There’s no way you’ll win a competition about TSL in a fair fight, so we’ve just got to figure out how to make him jealous. It can’t just be some braggin’ ‘cuz all that will do is make him talk about how it’s not fair and you’re lucky.” 

“Oh, I have it covered. I have spoilers for the next book, a signed first edition of the book that got ruined, and a limited-edition pendant.”  

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” Mammon laughed as they continued walking towards the student council chambers. He continued asking her TSL trivia until they made it to the doors. Mammon stopped her before she could go in. “Ya probably already know this, but if Levi does snap, there’s a real possibility he’ll try and kill ya.”  

She really was getting a soft spot for this demon. “Careful Mammon, someone might hear and think you actually care about me.”  

There was that blush again. Mammon started sputtering, unable to form a coherent sentence. She stepped back to open the door. Everyone else was already in there. Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer were standing in a cluster discussing something. Levi was looking down at his phone, headphones on, ignoring the world. Asmo was filming a video while Satan and Beel sat waiting.  

Asmo lit up when he saw Cass and Mammon enter. He rushed over, looping his arm with Cass and pulling her to the center of the room. As if preparing to shoot a movie scene, he positioned her in front of Diavolo’s seat before fixing her hair. She swatted him away, not worried about fly aways, given the current situation. He continued directing everyone to their seats before forcibly pulling Levi to the center with her.  

“All right, everyone! The wait is over!” Asmo announced, ever the performer. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had tried to film this live but was stopped by Lucifer. “It’s time for the Devil’s Trivia Showdown! The quiz show that pits demon against human!” He mock oohed and ahhed behind Levi and Cass. The only one who seemed to be enjoying his antics was an enthusiastic Diavolo.  

“Today, we’re testing the knowledge of the super-famous fantasy series known to all The Tale of the Seven Lords! Let’s meet our competitors.” Asmo stood next to Levi holding a fake microphone up for him to speak into. Levi scoffed in response. “First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd, meet Leviathan.”  

“I am the G.O.A.T. None can oppose me!”  

Asmo oohed again before spinning to introduce Cass. “And his challenger. The human who was only introduced to TSL recently and binged the DVDs. Say hello Cass.”  

“Hi.” Asmo didn’t move the microphone, his eyes insisting she say more. “I literally could not care less about this series. I just want to make him cry.” It was a lie. She had really enjoyed TSL. She just wanted Levi to suffer a bit and it’d be even funnier to beat him after saying she didn’t care about it.  

Levi inhaled sharply, before turning to face her. “You watched the DVDs ONCE. That’s it! The fact that you even challenged me is an insult to TSL. Do you have any idea how infuriating-”  

“Things are really heating up here!” Asmo interrupted stepping up to the bench. “Judging this fierce competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”  

“Hello there, good to see everyone. Thank you for coming!” Diavolo stood up as he made his remarks.  

“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath. Can he keep a cool head as a good commentator should?” Satan shot Asmo a dirty look but didn’t answer. “And our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub. Appearing for his usual fee, cheeseburgers.”  

Cass looked over to see that there was a pile of food in front of Beel. While Beel was describing how much he loved cheeseburgers from Hell’s Kitchen and Asmo started introducing himself, she snatched a few onion rings off the table before going back to her position.  

“Are you, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Levi erupted. “You’re eating right now? Did you really risk your life to steal food from Beel at a time like this?”  

Cass coughed, trying to breathe around the bite of onion ring in her mouth. She hadn’t expected them to still be scalding hot. One of the special Devildom tricks she was still getting used to was how they could make take out taste just as fresh as when it was made.  

“I mean, every day I risk my life,” Cass said, taking another bite of the onion ring. “Might as well get a snack out of it.” 

“She may be fearless, folks,” Asmo chimed in, stepping between them, “but let’s see if she really knows her stuff.”  

Asmo proceeded to ask them questions about the series. Levi’s questions started difficult and became increasingly more challenging each round. Cass’s questions started easy and stayed that way. After a while, Diavolo seemed to be the only one still finding the game entertaining. Satan’s commentary was becoming increasingly sardonic and Beel’s cheeseburgers were almost gone.  

“How long are we going to keep this charade up? It’s so boring, I might fall asleep.”  

“You heard him Cass, let’s see if your trump card livens things up. Crush him like a bug!”  

-- -- --

Levi started laughing, the sound more maniacal the longer it went on. It didn’t help that the chamber echoed the sound, adding to the eerie cadence. Nobody dared move, as if any movement would set Levi off.  

“You can’t just make things up and think you’ll win. The Lord of Masks wouldn’t do that to the Lord of Shadow.”  

Cass grabbed her bag and pulled out the book Simeon had given her. She flipped to the page with the handwritten notes. “What’s better, Henry dies.”  

Levi froze, staring at the book in her hands. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Despite his words, Cass could see the panic in his eyes. He knew she wasn’t lying.  

“I’ve heard that as well,” Satan added from the side. 

“While I’m unable to discern the veracity of Cass’s statement, I can confirm the truth in Satan’s.”  

“Take that Levi! You know Lord Diavolo can tell if someone’s tellin’ the truth. Except for Cass I guess, but that doesn’t matter right now. Because Cass totally just won.”  

Levi’s head turned between them all as he started mumbling to himself. “THAT CAN’T HAPPEN,” he screamed. “The idea that YOU could be a bigger fan than me.”  

Mammon stood up, eyes not leaving Levi. “Woah, Levi –"  

“NO, NO, NO, I WON’T STAND FOR IT.”  

The dark aura Cass had become accustomed to when the brothers got upset started to overpower her senses. Levi yelled, or hissed, or something as his sin took over. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her, horns sprouting from his head, tail hitting the floor.  

She vaguely heard Mammon yelling at her to run, but Levi had already cornered her against the bench. So, this is how she died. Not that she was all too surprised. She had been warned by Beel, Levi, and Mammon that this was a probable outcome. For the briefest moment, she thought it might be fear that caused her to maintain eye contact.  

When Levi took a step forward, she realized it wasn’t fear but understanding. Of all the things she’d expect to feel when she was seconds away from being killed by a demon, understanding was not it. Satan was right, she hadn’t failed Levi because the book wasn’t the test. All he wanted was someone like Henry. Someone that stood by him even at his worst moments.  

Even if he didn’t intentionally do it, this was the test. Would she stick around after seeing what he thought was the worst side of himself, the anger, fear, obsession, envy that was part of him? What happened to them that this is how his brain processed that information? And what happened to her that made it make sense?  

As Levi closed the distance between them, Cass refused to cower or hide. If this was the last he saw of her, she would make it count. The last thing she remembered before everything went dark was hoping Levi understood what she was thinking.  

I see you for who you are and I’m not running away.  

[ikeromantic]

The Devil's Own

This is a commission piece following the OC Jennifer and Lucifer. In this story, Jenn and Luci argue and Jenn leaves. Realizing he might actually lose her, Lucifer goes after her. Approx. 3K words, fluff and angst.

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“Don’t be ridiculous.” Lucifer’s voice was cold and sharp. He glared at her with anger that could only be provoked by someone he loved. The icy sweep of wrath, bound up in his pride, was impervious to the hate-stare she threw back at him.

Jenn’s hands were clenched into fists at her sides. “I am not being anything. I told you, I want to be able to go back and forth between this realm and the mortal one whenever I like. I don’t have to tell you why.”

Lucifer scoffed. “You don’t understand what you’re even asking for.”

“I know exactly what I asked for and I don’t need you to lecture me about it. Now. Make it so I can pass through the boundaries between realms or - or I’ll get Solomon to show me how to do it without your permission!”

“No.” Lucifer crossed his arms. “You mortals always think you know everything after a mere handful of decades. Solomon has centuries and he is still a fool. His methods only work for him because he has permission - not in spite of it. So it won’t work for you regardless. Your threat is as meaningless and pointless as your request. Now get out of my sight.”

She looked as if she might argue further. Her face was hard and blank of any emotion besides fury. After a long, tense moment, she turned on her heel and stalked out without another word. 

Lucifer pretended to ignore her as she left, already staring down at a random form on his desk. It was one he’d already handled, but it served the purpose. Jenn would feel she wasn’t the most important thing in the room. And when she calmed down, she would come back and apologize for making a scene. 

He couldn’t understand her sudden desire to be able to travel back to the mortal realm whenever she liked. It wasn’t so simple a magic, either. There were risks inherent to opening gates. The very real possibility demons could escape using your gate, for one. Lucifer could just imagine Jenn popping into the mortal world with a demoniac flesh-eater on her heels, freed from Diavolo’s laws and hungering for human. 

Besides, she could visit her world anytime she wanted just by asking him to take her there. The whole argument was foolish and she would realize it soon enough. Lucifer went back to his work and did his best not to think about Jenn. 

Everytime his DDD went off, he looked at it expectantly, only to see Simeon or Mammon or Barbatos as the sender. He told himself he wasn’t disappointed. It was just taking time for Jenn to cool off. When he finally wrapped up his paperwork and headed home, Lucifer expected to find Jenn in the House of Lamentation, avoiding him by hanging out with his brothers.

He checked Beel’s room first, but it was just the twins there arguing over what show to watch. Levi was so immersed in a game that he didn’t even notice Lucifer poke his head into his room. Satan was in the library, alone, head buried in a book. Asmodeus was the first to even notice Lucifer’s search.

“I haven’t seen Jenn all day,” Asmo sighed. “She was supposed to help me pick a new perfume but all I got was this text.” He held up his DDD.

Can’t make it today. Sorry. Get something sweet!

Lucifer read it twice. “That’s it? And you didn’t get anything else?” He scrolled down through several messages from Asmo to Jenn, as he tried to guilt her into coming with him anyway. 

Asmodeus shook his head. “Can you believe she just abandoned me in my time of need? There are 1,364 sweet scent selections and I had to go through all of them alone!” 

“How difficult for you.” Lucifer gave his brother a look. The effort Asmo put into being beautiful could be put to better use, he thought. And it wasn’t as if Asmodeus wouldn’t be just as seductive without all of the accoutrement. It was his nature, the essence of his devilishness. 

The Avatar of Lust chose to ignore the dry sarcasm of the statement. “It really was! But look what I got. It’s a-”

“Show me later.” He left Asmo’s room before he could be inundated with perfumes. The last place to check was Mammon’s room. It was an unholy mess in there. Clothes on the floor, bed unmade, and a pile of unopened Akuzon boxes piled in a corner. The Avatar of Greed was nowhere to be seen, and there was no sign of Jenn. 

He texted Mammon to ask where he was, and his brother shot back promptly. Nunya. Lucifer sent an emoji in reply, trusting the stern look of it to communicate what would happen if Mammon didn’t answer properly.

It took only a moment for a second answer to pop up, a picture of Mammon working at Hell’s Kitchen, wearing an apron, with a little notepad in hand. Is Jenn there, Lucifer wrote back.

Nope. Why? The response came with a puzzled emoji.

Lucifer didn’t bother responding. Instead, he sent messages to Barbatos and Simeon with the same question. Was Jenn there? Had anyone seen her today?

***

Jenn was furious. Her anger came in waves of pure, white hot visciousness. She couldn’t even say exactly why she was so pissed. Or at least, she could but only with a lot of words and most of them weren’t appropriate for polite company. Thankfully, Solomon didn’t count as polite company.

“He doesn’t trust me. That’s it. After everything! I can’t believe that egotistic bag of d-”

Solomon held up a hand, intervening before she could get going on another rant. “Jenn. I understand. It’s frustrating to be dismissed, overlooked by someone you have such strong feelings for.” He smiled at her gently. 

She wasn’t ready to be understood just yet though. “You have permission to come and go as you please! Why? Just because you’re older?”

“That’s part of it, sure. But I’m not that old, really. And it wasn’t Lucifer that gave me permission. It was Diavolo, some years ago.”

“I could ask him. And when he says yes, Lucifer can just suck it! That bastard. I should-”

Solomon interrupted again. “I don’t think Diavolo would say yes either. Travel between realms is tricky. And while you are a strong enough magician now to do it, it’s safer to rely on -”

Jenn’s glare cut him off. “So what? You don’t trust me either?” She gave a frustrated growl, “I don’t care what you think about it. I need to be able to go back and forth. If I’m going to live here, if I’m going to - look, it doesn’t matter. The point is, I need to know I can go to the mortal realm if and when I want to.”

The magician sighed. “I don’t know why this is suddenly so important to you. But because I care about you - and I trust you - I’m going to tell you how to get through without permission. The consequences. The work involved. And I will let you make up your own mind on whether or not to use the information.”

She took a slow, trembling breath, all the anger leaking out of her at once. “Thanks,” she said quietly. Jenn knew she was giving her fears too much say in her actions, but she needed to know that she could leave. It meant more now than ever. 

Solomon took her hand and opened it palm up atop the table between them. His fingertips traced arcane designs over her skin as he spoke. “It’s much easier to give you the information this way. A simple joining . . .”

***

Lucifer had no answers. There was no sign of Jennifer and no one seemed to know where she’d gone when she left his office. Diavolo promised every effort was being expended to find her. Barbatos said little, but promised he would do what he could to ensure she was returned to them safe and sound. Those promises weren’t enough.

What if Jenn had found a way to leave the Devildom?

That thought haunted him. She could be gone entirely already. And it would be his fault. Things had been . . . rough lately. Arguments over every little thing. Jenn flying into a rage or turning into a ball of tears at the slightest provocation. If Lucifer was honest with himself, he wasn’t exactly a comforting figure when it happened either. He’d been exasperated, annoyed, or just too busy to deal with her emotions. 

He felt a grim weight settle on his heart. Lucifer inhaled sharply, as if the emotional toll of his guilt and worry were a physical thing. He could not give in to it. At least, not until he found Jenn and made sure she was alright. That they were alright. His heart clenched tight in his chest.

The streets of the Devildom were busy at most times. This night was no different. Demons of all kinds roamed the darkness with the usual ill intent. Most avoided Lucifer, giving him a wide berth, especially if they noted his expression. For his part, the Avatar of Pride ignored them all. He had one target in mind, and as he walked, he attuned himself to the hunt. 

There were only so many places a mortal could safely travel without an escort. Even a person like Jenn. All he needed to do was focus on the locations she was likely to go to. He immediately eliminated the usual hangouts like The Fall and Madam Screams. Jenn was upset. She would look for comfort and quiet. 

Lucifer let his outer eyes close and let his inner vision lead him. His heart felt the pull of her presence, a connection born as much from love as from the demonic pact they shared. He let it guide him through the city until he found himself outside the doors of the planetarium. The place was closed this time of night, but that meant nothing to him. The door opened at a touch, and in he went.

He walked past the educational exhibits, the ticket booth, and the offices. There was only one place Jenn would be if she was here. Lucifer’s hand trembled as he touched the door to the observatory dome. He wasn’t a creature that feared confrontation. He’d rebelled against Heaven and made a pact with the Prince of Hell. He faced down Micheal and all the divine host. But he hadn’t loved them with the passion and desire that he held for Jenn. 

Losing his home and his divinity felt like a small price to pay for freedom. But losing her, the possibility of it, hurt. He feared what he might say, what she might do. Lucifer pushed the door open and stepped through.

Jenn lay on the floor, staring up at the dome. Above her, the Devildom sky moved through its nightly dance, a shifting of magical constellations and colors. Her eyes were fixed on the sight, though he knew she heard him come in. Knew it was him.

Lucifer crossed the floor, moving slowly, cautiously. He couldn’t help the way his eyes swept over her, taking in every detail. She was unharmed, though he could tell she was tense. He didn’t think she realized the effect she had on him. The way his heart lurched at the sight of her, beating hard against the walls of his chest. The desire he fought to simply pick her up and hold her whether she wanted it or no. 

“Jennifer.”

She took a long, slow breath before she shifted her head to gaze at him. Her dark brown eyes were damp with tears and alight with fury. Emotion shifted in their depths, conflicting and wild. “You found me.”

Lucifer sighed. “You should have been home hours ago. Everyone is worried.”

“Of course they are.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just a helpless little human who needs to have their hand held all the time or I might stub a toe.” Jenn let out a laugh with little humor in it. “I don’t care.”

He could tell she did, of course, but knew it would be foolish to contradict her at the moment. “There are worse things than that in the Devildom. You can’t blame -”

Jenn cut him off. “I can. I do.” She frowned and sat up, crossing her arms. “Tell me. Where is Solomon right now.”

Lucifer was thrown off by this sudden change in topic. He hid his confusion with a shrug. “Why? How should I know?”

“That’s my point. He’s mortal. Ish. Not a demon or an angel. But he’s allowed to run around and do whatever he wants. No minders. But me? I can’t do anything without you or one of your brothers chasing after me.” She pointed at him. “You don’t trust me.”

“I . . . what?” He stared at her incredulously. “I formed a pact with you. No one else. I . . .” I let you into my bed. Into my heart. “I asked you to marry me!”

Jenn shook her head. “You want a pet. I wonder if you . . . if you even really love me? Trust is part of love. And respect. I don’t have those from you.” Tears filled her eyes without dimming the fury in them. 

Lucifer felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. His whole body felt suddenly frozen. His chest was so tight it felt like his ribs would crack. Words were beyond him as his throat worked to let air pass. He trusted her more than anyone, respected her. Loved her. His thoughts were frantic at the realization she didn’t feel those things from him. Justifications, recrimination, protests all sparked and died on his tongue.

She took his silence as some sort of agreement. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, a cascade of frustration and sorrow and anger and hurt. All tangled together, an impossible knot of thorny feelings. “I think. I think I should just go. Back to the mortal world. To whatever is left of my life there. Because I - I won’t just be a . . . a thing you own.”

Lucifer felt her words like stab wounds. He could not have hurt more if she’d beaten him. He took a step toward her, hand raised. 

“Stop.” The word was said with the force of her will. The bonds of their pact and her power pushed him to his knees. Jennifer turned away from him and began to cast the ritual magic to open a portal to the mortal plane.

“Jenn.” Her name, spoken like a dying man’s prayer. A cry for help. He felt a trickle of wetness from the corner of his eye. Blood or tears, either was possible. 

Despite her anger, she paused in the spell and glanced over at him. There was so much in that look. 

“Please.” Lucifer’s pride surged, and for a moment he clenched his jaw, unable to say more. But he forced it anyhow. He wouldn’t lose her. Not for this, not over a misunderstanding. “I am . . . this is . . . it is rare for me to feel this way for anyone. In all the millenia I have lived.” He swallowed. “Please don’t go.”

Jennifer wiped at the tears on her face. “I can’t stay. Not like this.”

He nodded. “I have not shown you the trust I have for you. Or the respect.” His throat tightened against the admission of error. “I have been remiss.” Lucifer stood slowly, hoping this time she would let him approach. “Please. Give me a chance to do better.”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious and uncertain. “Why should I believe you? This could just be a trick. A lie.”

“Because you still love me, even under the anger and hurt I have caused.”

“Give me permission to leave the Devildom whenever I like.” 

Lucifer did not hesitate this time. “Done.”

“I can go where I like, when I like. Alone. If I want to.”

Again, he nodded. “Done.” He watched her expression, hoping to see some sign she forgave him. 

“Swear it by . . . by Diavolo and your brothers.” Jenn’s lips made a firm, narrow line as she waited.

“I swear by all that I hold allegiance to, by my life and my heart.” Lucifer said the words and they settled into him with the force of the pact between them. He wanted to tell her it worried him. That he trusted her but . . . and it was that ‘but’ that stopped him. He knew it negated the rest. If he was to keep her, he had to let her go her own way.

Jennifer said nothing for a long moment. Then she was in his arms, hugging him tightly, crying into his chest with great, heaving sobs. 

Lucifer held her with tenderness, as if she were a fragile thing and he had only just realized how easily she might break. He smoothed her hair and stroked her back until the tears subsided. Just when he thought the worst of it was past, she punched him in the side. A short, sharp jab.

“You! How could you put me through this! All you had to do was say yes! All you had to do was not be an ass for just one conversation.” Her rant continued until she ran out of breath, the accusations coming slower as her anger ebbed. 

He nodded along, letting her get it all out. She wasn’t entirely wrong - or wholly right - but these were things she needed to say to lighten her soul. Lucifer understood. He’d hurt her pride and her heart. When she fell silent again, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

The words from anyone else might have sounded insincere. A paltry apology to waive the consequences of their actions. But from him, they were sincere. 

Jenn squeezed him tightly, her body pressed against him as if she wanted to sink into his chest. “Just . . . don’t do it again. I can’t second guess this. Us. Especially now.” She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with the light of the stars in the dome above them. “If you’re with me, then you have to be with me all the way.”

“To the end of all things,” he said, his voice barely a breath. 

She reached up to caress his cheek. “Good. Because . . . I need to tell you something. Part of why I . . . why I wanted to be able to come and go.”

Lucifer stroked her back, encouraging her to continue. 

“I . . . we . . . are going to have a child.” Jenn’s expression was apprehensive, nervous. 

“We.” Lucifer stopped, unable to say the rest. He blinked. 

Jennifer waited, watching. 

He felt overjoyed and terrified all at once. There was enough on his plate in chasing his brothers and handling Diavolo’s tasks. The work of a devil was never done. And Jenn - bearing a nephilim was dangerous. A difficult pregnancy. A hard birth.”Do you want to have this child,” he asked.

She nodded. “I know there are dangers. I’ve been reading. But . . . it’s ours.”

And in the end, that meant more than all the dangers combined. Lucifer lifted her up and kissed her. His lover. Soon to be his wife. The mother of his child. “I’m never letting you out of my sight.” 

“Luci! You promised! Just a second ago!”

He kissed her again. “You beautiful, mad woman. I know what I promised.” Lucifer could feel the beat of her heart, as wild as his. “I love you.”

[sassykattery]

Love's Web, Pt 2

Welcome to Part 2! Let's see where this goes...

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Yelling at oc. Some mutual perversion ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Pining. Two people, one bed trope. Miguel being grumpy

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"You didn't tell me!" Miguel snapped at her, causing her to flinch slightly.

Diavolo immediately started to walk towards them, unable to standby and let anyone speak to her that way. There usually wasn't a person alive who would speak to her that way and live to tell the tale if he was involved.

"Tell you what, Miguel?" She asked softly, raising her hands up to try and show she meant ho harm.

"Solomon's cooking! It's atrocious! I thought I was having a heart attack!" Miguel yelled again, hands on his hips and leaning over her and looking imposing. Diavolo made it to her side, now also in front of Simeon, and started to inch closer.

She sighed and hung her head. "I'm sorry. I did forget to warn you about that. Please, come in and I'll get you something else–"

"Forget it! I can't stomach even water after that!" Miguel barked at her again.

"That's enough," Diavolo ordered, fully shielding Altaira. "I will not have you talking to her, or anyone else under my care, this way."

Miguel inched closer to the demon lord, the eyes on his mask narrowing as he glared him down, exactly eye-level with the prince.

"Hey, let's just go in," Altaira tried to suggest quietly, coming around Diavolo. She turned and started to leave, and when she looked over her shoulder to see the two having a stand-off, she barked, "Miguel!"

The spiderman reluctantly left, simmering down slightly as he followed her inside. He was already recognizing the way to the lab and her office, but once inside the lab, she merely went into her office and shut the door with a soft click without another word.

Miguel stood there looking at the door for a moment and then finally turned back to where he was working the previous night to begin his task of fixing his watch. But that was short-lived as he heard a quiet sniffle. And then again. And again. He heard it every thirty seconds or so. With a big sigh, he dropped what he was about to do and approached the door to her office. He heard it more clearly now with his heightened senses.

Knock knock.

"H-Hang on, sorry, o-one moment," he heard her mutter on the other side. After another minute, she murmured, "Come in."

He opened the door and saw her sitting at her desk. Not much was different except the hidden tissue in her uniform jacket sleeve, the distinct redness in her eyes, and the stuffiness of her voice.

After a moment, he sighed and looked down, a soft look to his masked face. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. It was uncalled for."

"It's fine... I know you're in a strange place with strange people, and Solomon's cooking is... a rather rude awakening to those facts," she replied, looking down too. Miguel looked up and tilted his head.

"Altaira," Miguel called to her softly. She refused to meet his gaze as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I, uh... It's fine," she quickly wiped it away. She took a deep breath and then finally looked up at him with shining eyes. "Hey, it's my turn to cook tonight. If you come to the House of Lamentation with me, you can have human world food."

"That... sounds agreeable," he replied. She smiled weakly and nodded. "I'll... get back to work then," he added. He left quietly, shutting the door as he went, and found his station again. He heard the sniffling only every couple minutes, and then finally nothing but typing and clicking for a couple hours.

The door opened a little while later, and out she came looking as perfect as she was earlier that morning.

"I have a class to teach. If you want to stay, you certainly can," she announced, holding a laptop and a notebook.

"What class?" He looked over his shoulder, working in a fume hood.

"Organic chemistry," she replied, shuffling her things around.

"Do you have a degree?" He asked, turning to face her.

"Oh yes, I got my bachelor's in chemistry, and I was going to get my PhD, but I didn't like research," she replied with a chuckle. "I'm more of a people-person than I thought."

"I see..." he mumbled. "I'll be here." A people-person indeed.

"I'll be right down the hall if you need me," she stated before walking away.

Miguel waited as he heard another door shut, and he sighed, grabbing one of the stools to sit and relax for a moment. The hologram of his mask disappeared as he took time to breathe. He looked at the watch again, thinking of how to fix it when he remembered something.

"Ah, well, this is the home of demons. They rely on magic and less so on technology."

"Maldición," he hissed, smacking his hand against the hood in frustration. "Why did I have to end up here..."

["Damn it to hell"]

"I don't know what the hood did to ya, but Mistress Altaira the Lab Instructor won't like ya tearin' up her lab," Mammon piped up. Miguel whirled around to see the demon standing across the lab, hands on his hips. "I'm Mammon."

"Ah, the one who asked what the fuck I am?" He asked in slight amusement but mostly annoyance, turning back to his work.

"The very same. Look, I came in here to tell ya, before ya get too messed up in things, don't bother with Altaira. There's a line of us waiting for our shot, so don't get too chummy with her," Mammon declared in a bored but authoritative tone.

"Excuse me?" Miguel asked with a brow raised as he looked around the fume hood.

"Later, man," Mammon replied before leaving the lab, just as quickly as he came in.

Miguel's brows furrowed, and finally he shook his head to shoo away whatever was said as he looked back to his project. His senses, however, once he thought of her, dialed in on her voice just a few doors down. Before he realized what he was doing, he closed the hood and padded out to the hallway, following the sound of her voice. He stood behind the door she was on the other side of.

"So, this organimetallic compound can add more carbon chains to existing compounds. First, we must know the organometallic we are using and how we make it. This is called..."

As she spoke, Miguel listened with interest, even if this was all stuff he knew. There was a thoroughness to the way she taught, making sure to speak clearly and accurately, and nary a question could stumble her from her path. He listened for longer than he intended because before he knew it, she was saying,

"Alright, so turn your homework into me tomorrow, and have a good day."

The spiderman quickly dashed back to the lab to continue his work. A few minutes later, a door opened, and she walked by quietly. He listened carefully as she shuffled around in her office before she stepped back out again.

"If it's alright with you, I'd like to take off early... and..."

When she didn't keep talking, he turned and looked at her standing at his side, looking up at him.

"Yes?" He asked, tilting his head and raising an irate brow.

"Sorry, I just hadn't seen you without your mask yet," she confessed, her eyes raking over his features.

As he looked down at her, no longer over his nose but truly looking at her with his full attention, he could sense a reaction within her. Her ears and collarbone were flushed red, but she pretended nothing was amiss, even as her body betrayed her. He saw how open her eyes were, how when she looked up at him, it was like he held the moon and stars in his eyes.

Internally, she was screaming. How could a man be so beautiful? She had already tried to come to terms with living with the likes of Lucifer and consorting with Diavolo, but another gorgeous man wasn't something she necessarily needed in her life at the moment. Her eyes couldn't help but dart back to his eyes and pronounced cheekbones, admiring the melancholic expression he had about him. The cute flips of his reddish brown hair, his lips–

"Altaira."

"Sorry, what? Oh, I was saying that I'd like to take off early to make dinner and rest, because I definitely didn't get enough sleep, but I'll wait till you're ready to go," she said all in one breath. "Just tell me when you're ready!" She yelped as she threw herself back into her office.

Miguel stood there in confusion at this, listening as it sounded like things were being knocked over in her office, followed by mumbling and brief growls of agitation. It finally went silent a few moments later. After blinking a few times and trying to piece together her sudden change in behavior, he shook his head and went back to work.

---

Knock knock

"Yes?" Miguel heard from her. He opened the door.

"We can go for the day. I'm getting somewhere, but there's something interfering with my device, and I'm tired," he told her.

"Okay," she nodded, turning off her computer and grabbing her things. "Would you still like to eat with me?"

"Yes, I'm finally interested in food after... whatever that was earlier," he said with a sigh, despair in his voice. She chuckled.

"Yeah, so don't eat his food," she explained as she closed her office door and locked it, leading Miguel out of the lab and locking it as well. "It's been three years and I still don't understand how he fucks up cooking, but we all just find excuses not to eat it." They rounded a corner. "There's an angel like actually likes his food. Thinks it's... something great, I guess."

"They would have to be something immortal and inhuman to stomach that," Miguel quipped bitterly.

"Yeah, but the other demons and angels are repulsed, and me as well. Raphael is... built different, I guess," she replied, rounding another corner before heading outside.

High above the pair, up in a window in RAD, stood the Demon Lord staring down at them. He watched as they got in her car, next to his, and proceeded to leave RAD. His brow twitched with agitation at the newcomer.

"Barbatos," Diavolo called out, turning back to sit in his office chair.

"Yes?"

"Find out more about him. I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Yes, my lord."

---

"I know I'm not the best, but it is human food made by yours truly, and not poisonous, so be nice," Altaira said with a smile, handing Miguel a bowl of pasta in creamy cheese sauce.

"I'm grateful for something edible," he mumbled, taking the fork she also handed him. "I do have a question. It's about your education."

"Shoot," she replied, turning back to start cleaning up her mess and gathering plates for the rest of the household.

He kept his gaze locked on her while she had her back turned. "You're knowledgeable about chemistry, but what of other sciences?"

"If you're asking about what you might need, it's not a lot. I understand quantum fairly well, but only theory. Practice is lost on me," she replied, sounding a touch despondent. "I really wish I knew more."

"What if I taught you?" He asked, taking a bite after the question and raising his brows at how normal the food tasted.

She turned to face him. "About interdimensional travel? Good luck. I'm nowhere close to your level," she dismissed the idea.

"You're capable. You just need a good teacher," he insisted. He conveniently forgot about the part where he listened to her teach that say and how impressed he was with her abilities.

From the other side of the kitchen, out in the hallway, Lucifer leered near the entryway, trying to listen to the conversation. That was, until Asmodeus walked by with his hands on his hips. Lucifer tried to shoo the fifth born away, to no avail. Asmo folded his arms and the two mouthed words to one another.

"Really?"

"Go away, Asmo."

"No."

"Asmo!"

This went on for a couple of minutes as the two inside the kitchen continued conversing.

"I guess I could..." she replied hesitantly.

Miguel nodded and continued to eat as she began serving eight more bowls, including one giant one. He raised a brow at her and she looked down.

"Ah, right. The big one is Beel's. He's the sin of gluttony," she replied.

"Ah," the man replied.

"The rest are for me and everyone else. I wanted to serve you first because... well... They eat rather viciously. My first few nights here I didn't eat because I wasn't hungry until later when it was all gone, and when Diavolo found out what was happening, he said we needed to figure out a system so that I would eat. Something about having the nonmagic human dying the first week isn't exactly good for your exchange program."

"I see."

"If I'm boring you, I'll stop," she finally added quietly, turning her head to the side.

Miguel looked up at her with raised brows and back down at his bowl. "No, I'm listening."

"Alright. Well, they put me in charge of cooking once every eight days. On top of that, I have my own food budget since I eat far less than the rest, having certain dietary restrictions, and I'm rather picky. Don't get me wrong, Devildom food is good, but I can't eat everything. Food from home is... nice once in a while," she rambled on, finishing up the dinner she was serving. Grabbing her own bowl and fork, she motioned toward the entryway. "Let's go to my room."

She led the way, and Miguel followed. The two lurkers in the hallway had long since made their escape to avoid being seen, and the pair went to her bedroom. It was unnaturally quiet in the House, and Altaira knew she was being observed. When they entered, she watched as he looked around. She walked over to her couch and patted the seat next to her. He sat down slowly, also watching her and still looking around.

"So yeah, this is my room, at least here in the House. I have a room in the castle as well," she explained.

"You seem to be treated quite well here," Miguel observed to her. She nodded.

"Well, if I'm honest... It's a bit much, but essentially, all the demons have an... attraction to me. They feel the need to give me... more than what I really need," she went on. "I still don't know if it's from the pacts, me having a soul, or if it's genuine attraction sometimes. I like to think it's genuine. I have earned everyone's trust, and these brothers do see me as family."

"It's strange," he replied. "But you said you've been here for three years... so I suppose I understand."

There was a beat of silence. "You don't have to say anything or answer, but I would like to know more about you," Altaira finally blurted out.

Miguel was quiet as he considered the request. He took a deep sigh and placed his empty bowl on the table.

"I am the head of a society of other spidermen who work together to keep the multiverse in check. More specifically, I am the leader of a smaller group who works together to target bigger threats directly. I was traveling through wormholes to another universe when I accidentally got dragged into this one. The place I live and work in is called Nueva York, and I come from the year 2099," he answered.

"And what did you do for work before doing the multiverse thing?"

"I was a geneticist," he answered.

"Did you have any family?"

He instantly glared at her and she held up her hands.

"I'm sorry, don't answer that. I technically don't anymore either," she quickly tried to ease his agitation. She then scooted back toward the opposite end of the couch and sat up against the arm of it to look at her guest.

"And you?" He finally asked, reclining back and crossing a leg as he looked down at her.

"I was going to become a doctor after quitting grad school, but I was kidnapped and brought here," she replied, smiling at how he frowned when she mentioned being kidnapped again. "I suppose I'm content to stay until something else comes my way." She looked down at her hands, smiling sadly. "I feel like I somewhat belong here, like I never did anywhere else. It's nice."

He was quiet so she changed the subject.

"Spiderpeople usually have powers. What are yours?" She asked curiously, looking him over.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed again. Leaning forward, he extended his hand. She timidly sat forward and starting to hold the back of his hand when his retractable talons popped out.

"Oh!" She exclaimed softly, taking his very large hand and moving it around in her two much smaller ones. He was slightly taken aback by how quickly she took to examining him, and he could see her natural intrigue to the human, or humanoid, anatomy– the doctor within her.

"They're sharp," he mumbled as she ran her own delicate fingers on them, her fake nails tapping across the talons. He retracted them again, and she looked up into his eyes, studying him. He finally replied, "Yes, my eyes are different too. I can see exceptionally well."

"Better than twenty-twenty?" She asked in awe, inching closer to him. He was initially unsettled by her quick adjustment to his inhuman features, but there was something endearing about the way she explored him.

"Yes. In fact, some places are too intense for me because of how bright things can be, especially in cities. My senses are so heightened that I often have to wear my suit or glasses to keep it toned down," he explained quietly, watching her move closer.

"That sounds unpleasant, actually. Coming from a myope," she replied thoughtfully. "What else?"

"I have retractable fangs that can release paralyzing venom," he answered, raising a brow to see if she'd run yet.

"Whoa," she mumbled, her eyes darting to his mouth. He was somewhat surprised to see she wasn't frightened.

"What? Do you want me to show you?" He asked with an ornery half-smirk. That smirk was the first he'd given since being there.

"Oh, uh... No, I believe you," she retreated, and his smirk only deepened. There it was.

"Come now, you were so curious before," he leaned in closer and spoke with a low and alluring tone, letting his teeth show subtly as he spoke. "Don't tell me you're afraid now?"

A heat surged through her whole body, making her sweat. She looked away but couldn't fight the smile on her face. Finally, she nodded. Miguel rolled his eyes and leaned in closer to her, and with a dramatic yawn, those very fangs sank down, causing her to jump ever so slightly.

He sat back and looked at her wavering expression. "Don't worry, that's for when I'm provoked."

"It seems like that's not hard to do," she replied, laying her head to the side on the back of the couch as she sat sideways in her seat.

"What are you saying?" He asked with annoyance.

"You have a temper, a short one, for a big man," she teased with a tired smile.

"From how you run this household, I'd say the same about you," he quipped.

Her smile grew, something that he came to enjoy seeing.

"Oh, you're absolutely correct. I have zero patience and a short fuse, shorter than me," she answered with a playful tone.

"Mm, I think I'd like to see you lose your temper. I'm sure you're as ferocious as a bombón," he teased her back. She tilted her head.

"Did you just call me a marshmallow?"

"¿Ah, habla Español?"

["You speak Spanish?"]

"Um, I can understand more than I can speak it," she replied shyly.

"Should I teach you that as well?" He asked with a chuckle. Her ears perked up at the sound. It was sweet, contrary to his usual cold and dismissive demeanor.

"Maybe so– oh!" She suddenly remembered. "I ordered you something. I wasn't sure how long you'd be here, and I feel bad that you're always in your suit. So, if you want it, and you don't have to accept it, I have clothes for you," she explained as she trotted off to her closet.

"I've been here one day an– wait, how did you get my size?" He asked incredulously.

"I guessed. You're built like Diavolo, so I used his measurements," she replied as she grabbed a box, as if her answer was nothing.

"How do you know his measurements?" He mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.

"What?" She asked as she walked back to him, handing the box over.

"Nothing. Thank you for this," he replied.

She smiled brightly at him. "You're welcome," she answered, sounding accomplished. "I'm going to get comfortable myself. I'll use my bathroom and you can change in here. Tell me when you're done."

He nodded and watched her walk away, stopping to grab some clothes atop of her dresser and disappearing into the bathroom.

Miguel looked at the clothes he was given, reading the "Akuzon" label on the side of the box. With a sigh, he turned his suit hologram off and began to dress. He found the clothes to fit him properly, to his surprise, somewhat. Perusing through what she bought, there were gym clothes, lounge wear, street wear, and formal clothing all folded neatly within the box.

"Done?" Altaira called out to him.

"Yes," he answered, sitting back down on the couch.

She walked out in an oversized t-shirt and biker shorts. His eyes focused on her as she walked to a laundry basket to throw in her dirty clothes. He could see the plushness to her thighs, how her back curved into her hips and ass, a rounded soft tummy, and the swells of her breasts beneath her shirt, no longer wearing a bra–

"Hey, you can sleep with me tonight," she mentioned as she grabbed a blanket to wrap around her shoulders, walking toward the couch again.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his eyes slightly widened and brows raised fully. With what he had been thinking about previously, his mind instantly wandered to somewhere more savory and less innocent.

"I said you can sleep with me here instead of going to Purgatory Hall. I mean, if you want to. I'll take you back if you don't want to be here. I just wouldn't mind the company," she clarified nonchalantly. She then slipped down onto the couch again with her legs tucked under her, her head resting against the back of the couch again.

"Where would I sleep?"

"In my bed."

"Where would you sleep?"

"The couch."

He shook his head. "You're the host, you sleep in your bed."

She shook her head in return. "You're the guest, I give up my bed so you're more comfortable."

"No."

"Yes."

He bared his fangs slightly at her and glared her down. "You're a stubborn mula, aren't you?"

["Mule"]

"You're a bull-headed burro, aren't you?" She snapped back. "I live with demons. You don't scare me."

["Ass"; "Donkey"]

Quite the opposite, she thought to herself.

"Pinche fresa," he mumbled.

["Fucking brat"]

That's when she lurched forward. "¿Perdón? ¿Cómo? Do you want to repeat that, Miguel?"

["Excuse me? Come again?"]

"Oh, so you can speak more," he teased her, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in to challenge her too.

"No me provoques," she hissed.

["Don't provoke me"]

He laughed and sat back. "You are like a bombón," he replied.

A flustered heat dusted her face as she stared him down. She didn't have a response, and that frustrated her further. And then it hit her.

"Fine. A compromise then," she declared.

---

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[demonsofdevildom]

Brotherly chatters.

Busy smiling when having taken a few sweets having stopped by to visit his older brother and holding out an extra sweet snack to Dante, "Hey Dante, I got you sweet treat that Barbatos made just recently." purring when Dante taken the offered snack and having a big sweet tooth just like their mom while hanging out at the House of Lamentation for a bit, "I been brushing up on music though since we last talked, wanna hear a bit? Although it is from the guitar since I'm more comfortable with it." starting out with the little tune before getting into it while humming to the music and showing off the skills better now with help from Dante teaching him. Making that quiet bird noise when savoring his sweet treat and enjoying the guitar music that Caius be playing right now, can't help of joining along with humming himself when seeing how his little brother picked it up quick and was making leaps in such music too. Due to the fact the did do duets at times when either at the Castle or here at the House mostly and loving it how the love of music rubbed off on them both from their dear mom, "Sounds great Caius, you have a natural knack for anything. Even art when dripping the colors over a canvas too." lightly teasing his brother of that since he knew Caius was more of the dripping paint sort when making arts and not minding it due to how different yet similar they were in that aspect. "I figured to drop in since Mom and our Dads are at it like usual, funny when you told me how the doors shut and 'that' fun be starting for them when doing that." turning red when ending his little tune and slinging the guitar on his back again with that sheepish laugh of how their parents were, "Mom sure is quite the human lady huh? I mean... who would think that she has such demons on her sides like that and... well, us." trailing off when a bit flustered while noticing his brother was also a bit the same when red like he was. Saying nothing but reaching over to pat Caius on the head as if understanding yet not too good of talking about the more 'that' fun, given Uncle Asmo was the go to demon for that sort of thing and to give tips if needing guidance of certain things too. All in all the family was odd but a wonderful one even if chaotic at times due to how their uncles be as well of Diavolo's antics.

[devildomsvixenmc]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷MC Has a Rat Toy༉‧₊˚.

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Crack

You were just so bored on day that you decided to check out the Amazon of Devildom - Akuzon! Out of curiosity, you ordered a toy rat just to see what Akuzon has got to offer. The package arrives and you decided to play around with it...

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ੈ♡˳Lucifer✧.*

let’s say Lucifer’s on cooking duty, with Mammon helping him out in the kitchen

you wanted to test how far the controller can reach the toy rat so you decided that the kitchen is a good place to practice on... 

while LUCIFER is there... you know you’re gonna punished, right?

but you still did it anyway because you’re MC :D

obviously Lucifer noticed right away, you noticed that he noticed right away

he scolds you but you didn’t budge, for some reason, he lets you off for now as long as you don’t cause any chaos

but then this idiot dracula-wannabe accidentally stepped on it??? and he slipped??? while trying to grab some seasoning???

oh well, let’s just hope you survive the day

ੈ♡˳Mammon✧.*

okay so Mammon is hanging out in your room while you’re just soo fixated on the rat toy

you were testing the toy out, Mammon doesn’t pay much attention since he’s just scrolling through Devilgram

initially, when he first saw the toy, he was like “wtf MC?? tf you’re doing?”

but then he saw the entertainment potential of the toy (ehem prank his brothers)

but Mammon also shuddered at the thought of Lucifer scolding him so he just lost interest

you wanted to test the durability of the toy rat

and what did you do?

you throw it at Mammon of course!

then a high pitched scream echoed throughout the House of Lamentation

Lucifer got involved anyway T_T

ੈ♡˳Leviathan✧.*

bring the rat toy into this man’s room and he doesn’t really care 

he has a MOUSE after all

while Levi is so engrossed in whatever game he’s playing

you decided to test the rat toy :D

this time, you’re actually sane just letting the plastic rat roll along the floor

but then you decided to make his shelf with his beloved figurines a race track

Levi did not notice right away so you decided to make a rat go faster

cue his Ruri-chan figurine falling off the shelf because your toy accidentally hit it

cue the house being flooded with Levi’s tears as well

ੈ♡˳Belphegor✧.*

you really want to test how strong the rat toy is, don’t you?

which is why you decided to go to the attic, knowing Belphie is sleeping?

so here you are, at the attic, sitting beside a sleeping Belphegor with the toy rat and controller in your hands

you gently lay the toy rat on the literal FOREHEAD of Belphie, fortunately it didn’t fall off

you control the tiny rat around with the whirring noise being the only sound you can here

everything’s going fine until the toy rat manages to lodge itself into Belphie’s half-open mouth >.<

finding the scene funny, you take your D.D.D. out preparing to take a pic

a few milliseconds before you hit the button, Belphie decided to jumpscare you!

you ended up with a blurry yet horrifying picture of Belphegor

ੈ♡˳Diavolo✧.*

how did you even manage to enter the castle without Barbatos noticing the toy rat?

oh yeah, you just put it inside your school bag and it seems like fate is on your side, Diavolo decided to invite you over after classes

you accepted because why not? you have some fun stuff you can show to Diavolo afterall

it’s after Barbatos left the room when you decided to whip out your “shall-not-be-named-in-front-of-barbatos” electric plastic brown-grey toy :DD

Diavolo finds it amusing and asks if he can play with it

he had struggled controlling it at the beginning but later got the handle of it

but the two of you forgot that Barbatos will return with the pastries you want

and Barbatos did return... with the rat toy now spinning on top of the table...

both you and Diavolo can only feel the chills down your spines before shit went down

ੈ♡˳Barbatos✧.*

I can literally just copy-paste Diavolo’s part on this one but I’ll make a different scenario

this time, Barbatos decided to help out with the mess in the House of Lamentations

you heard that some of the brothers caused a massive destruction somewhere in the house, naturally Lucifer would involve you in the cleaning as well but you were so tired he just let you have a break for this time

but you were curious what the demons were doing, couldn’t a human satisfy their curiosity for once? of course they can!

so you decided to tape this tiny go-pro you also got from Akuzon a while back on the rat, making it a “spy”

with the go-pro connected to your phone, you’re able to view what the “rat is seeing”

so you make it go to where Barbatos and the brothers are at

they’re actually just cleaning, nothing peculiar here- oh, Oh, OH-

Barbatos is staring directly at you? no, he’s staring at the FUCKING RAT

“WHY DOES SUCH THING EXIST AT THE HOUSE OF LAMENTATIONS?”

lmao you literally just made the damage worst, poor House of Lamentations and Barbatos

[leifkncries]

fun fact: author died while trying to write marco instead of mammon. some jokes in this chapter about it!

human mammon au 2

"You will be shown around by me." Lucifer announced. Immediately, He was hit by the jealous brothers. "What?! No, He'll be shown around by the best person here!" Asmodeus huffed. "Stupid old hag." Satan muttered under his breath. The twins simply looked hurt.

"What about Leviathan?" Diavolo asked with wide eyes. "But Lord Diavolo-" Lucifer began, but Diavolo raised a brow. "You cannot defy me, Lucifer." Diavolo refuted. Lucifer bitterly looked down, furrowing his brows. "You will be guided by Leviathan, Avatar of Envy and the third brother." Diavolo smiled.

"Lucifer, give him your D.D.D." Diavolo commanded. Lucifer frowned, handing Marco a phone. "A pho'?" Marco scrunched his nose. "It's called a D.D.D." Lucifer corrected, holding one finger up. Marco nodded, understanding. "Here, this is the ON button." Lucifer showed him the mechanics.

Upon opening the phone, He saw a SIRI-Like AI talk to him. It's concerning, He could hear the voice in his mind. "I AM KARASU! WELCOME, USER MAMMON!" Karasu echoed through his head. Marco squinted his eyes, dumbfounded. "I SEE YOU ARE USING YOUR BROTHER'S PHONE YET AGAIN." Karasu robotically spoke.

'Brother? Mammon? Huhh.. Another brother othe' than Leviathan or whoe'er that dude is. Beel- BEELZLEBUB! called me Mammon. They're serio'usly mistaking m' for their brother..' Marco thought in his mind, deadpanning. He scrolled to the contacts. 'Thinking 'bout this Mams dude, why're they even mistaking me for him.' He thought.

Pressing on Leviathan's avatar, He put the phone to his ear. Immediately, The call was accepted. "Sheesh! I told you, Lucifer! I didn't want to go to the stupid student council meeting! I don't care about Humans!" Leviathan screamed through the call. "Um.. I ain't Luci." Marco mistakenly called Lucifer what He used to call him way before. Lucifer's eyes widened, gaping.

The line was silent for a while. "....Mammon?" Leviathan's voice became softer, more earnest. "I ain't Mammon. I'm Marco." Marco huffed. After learning they think of him as their brother, it made him bitter. He doesn't want to pretend to be a random dude, even worse when it's their brother.

"....I'm coming." Leviathan muttered, and Marco heard footsteps over the call. "Don't hang up the call.. Please.." Leviathan begged. Marco blinked. Were these demons really that desperate for a random demon brother? Jeez. "Like I told ya, I ain't Mammon." He scoffed. Leviathan did not respond.

In about 2 minutes, Leviathan was there. "Explain, Lucifer." His words were coated with seriousness, which was weird for his chara- Wait, How do I even know his character? What the hell is happening? Was I transmigrated or something? Oh my Diavolo.. wait, when did I ever joke like that?

"I.. I don't know myself." Lucifer admitted, dumbfounded. "Ha, The old hag admits it." Satan snickered, though confused himself. "Hehe.." Belphegor giggled. Lucifer glared at them, a purple aura surrounding the black haired demon. "You don't scare us." Belphegor replied to the hateful stare.

Diavolo sat comfortably in his seat, already knowing due to Barbatos. "Leviathan, you are tasked to show Marco around the House of Lamentation." Diavolo piped up. "Thank you." Leviathan muttered. He grabbed Mam- Oh, I mean Marco's hand and ran out of the room.

"Oh come on! Why Leviathan! This isn't fair.." Asmodeus pouted. "Lord Diavolo, Why have you chose.. him?" Lucifer smiled bitterly. "Oh come on, 'Chill out' or whatever those humans say!" Diavolo heaved a sigh, a sad smile on his face. "After all, He isn't Mammon, right?" Diavolo grinned a toothy grin.

Belphegor held an 'are you serious?' look on his face. After all, He already knew it was Mammon. He was sure of it. He knows it. The bluenette grumbled. Beelzlebub, who trusted his twin, looked hurt. He narrowed his eyes and sat down. Asmodeus furrowed his brows, and huffed. "I know He isn't... but.. still.." He sniffed.

MEANWHILE, WITH LEVI AND 'MAMMON'

Leviathan ran, not bothering to look at the human. Marco ran with him. 'Woah, never knew I was fast, honestly.' Marco widened his eyes. People told him He was fast, but when it was comparable to a demon? Marco easily ran beside him, making Leviathan narrow his eyes.

'There's no way Transmigration really exists. After all, it's just some otaku fantasy.. right? No human can outrun a demon! Much less, A powerful demon like me! Ugh.. Then again, Lucifer said Mammon's soul took the body of a random shut in.' Leviathan pouted. "I just realised I haven't gotten mah own pho' and g've Lucifer his phone back." Marco blinked.

Leviathan stopped, covering his mouth. Oi! It ain't that funny!" Marco snarled, furrowing his brows. "LOL." Levi snickered. Marco froze. "Wait, y'all know slang?" Marco tilted his head, confused about this 'new' found world. "Uh, yeah, duh!" Leviathan huffed, pissed at the fact they thought demons were uncultured. Well, they were, but not all of 'em!

It was... sort of weird.

This was a demon, correct? What was a stupid, lowly human doing speaking casually to him? The avatar of envy?

Oh Diavolo, this won't be easy.

Again, When the hell did I start sayin' that shit?

Whatever, we started walkin' again.

"Oh, by the way.. 'Marco'.." Leviathan pursed his lips in thought. "Yo?" Marco raised an eyebrow. "You .. got any grimm?" Leviathan sweatdropped. 'He doesn't have grimm.. But it still irritates me that He didn't pay me back my money.' Leviathan 'grimly' thought. Haha, get it? Uh.... Yeah.

Marco deadpanned, stopping right in his tracks. "What tha hell's grimm." Marco spat, squinting his eyes. Leviathan's lips formed a straight line. "It's.. demon money." Leviathan sighed. "Y-Ya think I have some random demon currency?!" Marco groaned. "I ain't Saiki Kusuo, ya know?" Marco huffed.

"Wait, you know Saiki?" Leviathan had sparkles in his eyes, awed at such a thing. "You know Saiki?" Marco returned the question, agitated but still curious about this random dude. Leviathan huffed. "Of course I know Saiki! I'm practically an Otaku and I even know it!" Levi shouted, like it was obvious.

"But I'm so happy to know you know anime! You know, Mammon knew it but never.. Oh, right. You don't know him." Leviathan narrowed his eyes, tilting his eyebrows. 'How do I tell 'em I know this Mammon dude or basic'lly what He was to 'em..' Mammon mentally sighed in his head.

"Well... anyway. I asked for some money because I want to buy the BluRay for She-Ra and her reluctant butler!" (i forgor the name and i don't wanna search for it.) Leviathan grinned, excitement overpowering the thought of his transmigrated brother. "Why're ya askin' me though? Can't ya just.. ask your brothers?" Marco grumbled.

Leviathan looked down, a troubled expression on his face. 'I.. I thought I was talking to my brother.. Jeez, Leviathan, you stupid otaku!' He insulted himself, clamping his eyes shut. "Whatever!" He huffed, storming off to the house. "Oi! Wait for me, Levi!" Leviathan froze at that. 'The old nickname he gave.' He gulped, trying to hide the smile on his face.

"This is the House of Lamentation, where us, The Brothers live. Also one of the dorms here at RAD for the student council." Leviathan said as He finally led them there. "Oh." Marco's eyes widened, gaping. A wave of nostalgia filled him, which was.. weird. Were they in the backrooms? No way. But then.. Ugh. "It's.. cool?" Marco raised an eyebrow, not really knowing what to say.

"Dia- Lord! Lord Diavolo doesn't live with us because He's the Demon Prince." Leviathan explained, nearly disrespecting Diavolo in the process. "O'kay." Marco hummed, seemingly not surprised at this. Leviathan raised an eyebrow, while shaking his head. 'STOP THINKING ABOUT NONSENSE!' Leviathan cried in his head.

"What's with your pocket, by the way? I keep hearing jingles, lmao." Leviathan questioned. "Eh? I dun-" Marco reached into his pocket, and brought out some grimm and a new phone different from Lucifer's. "-no."Leviathan and Marco were dumbfounded. "Ehm.. Here's sum' grimm." Marco sweat dropped as He put some of the coins on Leviathan's palm.

'I think my reflexes accidentally put my palm out..' Leviathan also sweat dropped. "So.." It was an awkward pause, before Mam- FUCK! I mean Marco! Marco noticed a bulletin board nearby. Walking towards it, He saw the job listings. "Oh, Akuzon and Majolish..." Marco hummed, staring at the paper.

'Those were... Those were Mammon's favourite places to work at..' Leviathan frowned. "You.. uh.. know how to cook?" Leviathan awkwardly asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Pretty mediocre though, if I'm honest." Marco hummed. 'Mammon was the worst at cooking and He knew it. Maybe they aren't the same? Pfff, Of course they aren't.' Leviathan thought in his mind, but the thought made him sour.

"Hm. Oh, ay! Majolish? Modelling company? I modelled in the human realm!" Marco chirped. But then, He paused to think. 'Why the hell did'ah (did i) say it like that, Could've said home!' Marco mused. 'But.. I feel like this is home.. Ugh.. What are you thinkin'! Are ya seriously pickin' the peeps who kidnapped you and forgot who consent was over your boring, bland, stupid an' idiotic life?' Marco basically insulted half of them.

"Oh, by the way, Mams." Leviathan paused like the author after seeing herself write Mammon instead of Marco, covering his mouth with a faint blush on his cheeks, embarrassed. (reminder this is all platonic unless u want side characters minus luke to be in love with him L) Marco couldn't be bothered with that. "Wassup?" Marco hummed.

"You're free, right?" Leviathan asked, biting his cheek. "...Duh, Unless ya want me to go find me room by myself." Marco sarcastically said. "Oh right.. Your room's coming later. I need- well... not really. I just.. wanna.. wanna talk to you after so long- I MEAN! I want to talk to you about anime! I guess!" Leviathan huffed.

"Uh, sure." Marco hummed. Leviathan blinked. "That's it? You know I'm a demon stranger, right?" Leviathan raised an eyebrow. "Yep." Marco replied, popping the P. It was silent for a while. "I guess you're still an idiotic moron with no morals. But whatever, Let's go!" Leviathan insulted. "Wait, What did'ya say-" Marco yelped, his hand getting grabbed by Leviathan's.

(uGH THIS SHIT WAS A PAIN TO WRITE. GODDAMNITTT...)

(aug 18's my bday, so i took ALL [well not all, like 4/24th of it] of my day to write this so hope you like it!!)

(again im really slow and bad at writing, so this was a hassle! please tell me about any grammar mistakes! ty :D)

[the-devils-girl94]

Distracting Thoughts

Prompt: Stranded On A Boat

Characters: Beelzebub x Fem!MC

Content Warnings: Masturbation, MC has thalassophobia(a fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water), MC fantasizing about Beel, lots of smutty good times with Beel

(I like how there is a word for how I feel about large bodies of water. Did not expect it to be this long ass word though.)

Another fic for @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge! Enjoy!

“How on Earth did I end up in this mess?”

A heavy sigh left your lips and you buried your face into your hands.

Right now, you were stuck in the middle of the sea on a boat that Lord Diavolo had outright purchased. Not everything was going so bad, but you wouldn’t be feeling so slighted if everything was going good either.

Oh no, no. It was simply terrible.

For one thing, while you weren’t in immediate danger, being stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean was downright terrifying! All you could think of was scary scenarios of you drowning in this never-ending sea. Like the boat could sink and you could drown, you could fall over the edge and drown, or you could fall over the edge and a nearby shark could see you as a tasty snack and that could be your end. Your mind just kept coming up with the most exaggerated and impossible one-in-a-million chance scenarios that really did no good for you.

You hated being anywhere near large bodies of water, but there was one thing that kept some of the thoughts at bay. And that was you weren’t entirely alone.

You sat on the back deck of the boat Diavolo had purchased, far away from either edge that you didn’t want to be near, and before you was the ever-so lively Demon Brothers of the House of Lamentation. In short, your lively roommates who just make everything so much better...sometimes. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos was there as well but they mostly kept to themselves with Diavolo mostly sunbathing.

Your mind felt more at ease with the guys around since you knew if any of the scenarios did happen, they would not hesitate to immediately step in to save you. Though you still hope it would never have to come to that in the first place. You felt most safe around Beelzebub, the sixth born. 

Your eyes caught him in the pool that was several feet away from you. He was joined by his twin and locked in a fierce game with the second and third born. Well, you say fierce but its clear that Beelzebub is the victor. Mammon and Leviathan were no match against Beel’s pure strength. And had Belphegor been with anyone else besides his twin, he definitely would not have stood a chance against a team up of his older brothers.

You weren’t too interested in their game play, however. Your eyes were trained on Beel. Even before this boat fiasco, your eyes have never strayed far away from the gluttonous demon. For a long time, you didn’t know if it was a crush or if you’re just naturally drawn to his sweet nature.

“Or maybe that chiseled body of his.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as the thought crept in, replacing your previous anxiety-ridden thoughts. Your mind soon became riddled with images of Beelzebub’s torso. Mostly of his glorious pecs and washboard abs because this demon was built like a freaking Greek God. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made him, but him being a demon made his appeal so much greater! It was, in every sense of the word, sinful.

You were brought back to reality when you heard a large splash and some yelling. You looked up in time to see Levi and Mammon getting flung out of the pool by Beel, all while Belphie napped out on a floating donut. The whole thing brought you to tears as you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Mammon had caught you laughing and scolded you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny!,” he yelled, but you continued to chuckle. You felt a little bad, but it was so unexpected as Beel had grabbed them by their feet and literally threw them out.

“(Y/N) witnessed our defeat...how uber lame,” muttered Leviathan as he rubbed his now aching back.

Wiping away your tears, you let out an amused sigh and went off on your own to explore the boat. You were unaware of Beel calling after you as you walked away.

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You thought it would be a good idea to explore the boat since Lord Diavolo had bought it and anything he buys is always luxurious. And it was but...

As you wandered the halls, you suddenly understood what sailors meant by sea legs. Although the boat was mostly steady, there would be an occasional gentle rocking of the boat. And had it been anyone else, it would have been fine but no! It completely unsettled you and your thoughts once again became filled with disturbing scenarios of that all ended in you meeting your end in some extreme way or another.

“Oh why did I think it was okay to go off on my own?,” you thought.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you thought it best to just retire to your room and calm your incessant thoughts. You flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You hope this day would end so you could finally get off this nightmare. You tried to refocus your mind on something else, because even with you running through every possibility of drowning in every way possible, you were aware that you were in safe hands. None of the brothers would ever let you meet such an end in this never-ending sea full of wonders and mysteries.

You thought back to earlier and found yourself thinking of Beel once more.

The images from earlier made you kick your legs as your face became hot and flushed. You groaned into your pillow with frustration.

“Fuuuuckkkk!,” you screamed internally, feeling slightly ashamed for thinking about Beelzebub in such a manner. But thinking of him did make the other thoughts fade away to the background. Plus you may have a crush on him, so..was it totally wrong to fantasize about him showing up to your room, body dripping with water and looking at you with lust filled eyes?

....Okay, hold up, that actually is kinda hot.

It was the most prevalent image in your head. It made you wonder if you would have the chance to actually have Beel in your room and let him take you. Or maybe have the courage to be that daring?

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs and rolled on your back, blushing. You dwelled on the thought a little more to the point that it became a fantasy. And you imagined Beelzebub crawling towards you on your bed until his face was a couple inches away from yours. His rough hands were on your thighs, lifting them up so your clothed sex could feel the hardness of his bulge clothed from the thin material of his swim shorts.

The heat within your core began to grow and before you knew it, you were already trying to calm the growing heat with your hand. You were craving for the imaginary touch that only existed in your mind. Rubbing against your clit, the fantasy progressed into Beel removing your clothes and pushing his shorts down to free his hardened member. You imagined him stroking his cock against your sensitive slit that was getting wetter and wetter in reality.

Your breathing became heavy and you brought up a free hand to go under your shirt and bra to twist at your nipples. The fantasy continued as you imagined Beel dipping his fingers inside of you, stretching out your pussy to prepare you for him.

Moans started to escape from your lips as your hands worked on your body to bring you the stimulation and release you desperately searched for. You weren’t aware of it but you were also moaning Beel’s name. Apparently you were being a bit loud, because you failed to hear the knocking at your door and the sound of it opening until...

“(Y/N).”

You snapped out of your fantasy-filled haze when you heard your name. Suffice to say, you were extremely embarrassed to find a blushing Beelzebub in your room, half-eaten snacks in his hands. You quickly covered yourself up with a shout, but it was much too late. You were sure that he had saw everything. He probably even heard you too.

“Waah! I’m so fucking embarrassed! Oh my God,” you cringed, trying so hard to fold in on yourself so you could disappear. 

“Ah, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he apologized profusely. He saw your covers move a bit but no sign of you poking your head out. You whined as you stammered out, “It’s fine! I should have locked my door. I didn’t mean for you to see me...like that...so.”

Ahhh, if anything was more worse than drowning in an ocean where your body likely won’t be found, it was definitely having your crush walk in on you masturbating to him. Ok, maybe not that much worse but still! Tears began to well up in your eyes and you fully expected for Beelzebub to walk out as this situation must have been a bit awkward. But instead you felt your bed dip in a bit as another weight was added. A hand was placed on your back and started rubbing in circles. Your lip trembled as your tears fell, because WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SWEET!? 

Yeah, you were definitely crushing on him. This is why he was the only one on the crush list.

Beelzebub could feel you trembling and his face was still red from walking in on you. Though if he had to admit it, seeing you like that really turned him on. And to hear you moan his name so wantonly was like music to his ears. But he still felt bad because it was your private time that he interrupted. All because he wanted to hang out with you since he wanted to do so earlier, but you didn’t hear him calling after you.

But now there was a massive elephant in the room and neither of you knew how to bring it up without it becoming more awkward. Or your in case more embarrassed.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Beel?”

“I’m still sorry for earlier. I wanted to hangout, but do...do you want me help you a bit?”

You shot up like a rocket and turned wide-eyed to face a startled Beelzebub, who was feeling a bit pervy for asking you that question. But to you, he didn’t need to feel like that because this was the moment you were thinking of earlier! You started to laugh at the irony, causing Beel to become confused which you noticed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, Beel!,” you chuckled out. “It was just that earlier I was thinking of what would I do if I had you in my room all to myself.”

At that, the gentle giant smiled at you, understanding why you were laughing. He crawled towards you, his face a few inches from yours. You were smiling but your face grew warm.

“So is it a ‘yes’?,” he asked, though his lips were drawing in close to yours.

“Y-yes-mmph,” his lips had closed in on yours and you felt his hands come up to your shoulders. Sliding off the covers from your body, Beel gently laid you back on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he coaxed your mouth open with a bit of prodding from his tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the snacks he had earlier as your tongues became entangled. You gasped when he pulled away.

Beelzebub set his focus on leaving kisses on your neck, starting a trail. He got to your breasts and cupped them in his hands, firmly squeezing them. A squeal escaped from your lips when you felt his wet tongue teasing your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling before letting it go with a pop.

"Ahhaaa, Beel! Please," you pleaded as he devoured your chest. You couldn't take it with him pulling, twisting, and sucking on your sensitive nubs. Your hands had moved to his forearms and you held a firm grip on them as Beel sucked away.

With a final tug, he left your poor nipples alone, going back to his task of leaving butterfly kisses on your body. Your body trembled with ecstasy but soon jolted from a shock when you felt a wet appendage lapping at your swollen clit.

Once Beel had finished leaving you kisses, he came across your pussy, still wet and glistening from when you were masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as his mind drifted back to that scene of you pleasuring yourself, seeing your delectable juices dripping your core.

He just knew that he had to taste you. To devour such a pretty, pink platter that was meant for him to sample. As soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, he felt you jump but he continued to lap at it, enjoying the taste and fragrance you gave off. You squirmed and your pants started to fill the room. Your toes curled and your feet had a hard time not slipping off your sheets as you encouraged Beel to keep going.

His tongue parted your puffy, pussy lips and he noticed your legs trembling. So he hooked his hands underneath your knees, spreading them further to her better access. He let your legs rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his mouth on you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted over and over as your back arched, wanting to rub your sex over his tongue. You could feel yourself coming undone and on the verge of cumming. Beel's member twitched against the thin fabric of his swim shorts as he could tell your release was imminent, but...

Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy. He really wanted you to release all your tasty juices over his cock. He wiped away the mix of his saliva and your own cream from his chin.

You groaned but it turned into a squeak when Beel crawled back on top of you. Your legs were still over his shoulders and so you felt your body being folded in half but it wasn't too uncomfortable. But it aroused you more as you could feel his bulge heavy against your sex. You wanted it inside, for it to stretch your walls as you take every inch Beel gave you. For you to cream all over it so you could lick it off him and he could do it all over again.

Beelzebub's lips pressed against yours and you wasted no time parting your lips so his tongue could share the taste of your pussy. You could feel Beel's hands fumbling to pull down his shorts to let his cock finally breath. His lips never left yours, even as he guided his cock to your hole. You had braced yourself but was pleasantly surprised when he sanked into you with ease, but it still raised a moan out of you as your wall stretched to accommodate him.

Beel broke the kiss to let out a hissing sound as your pussy took him in so smoothly. He could feel you clenching around him, wanting to greedily take in more. But he was fully seated inside you, his balls pressed firmly against the plumpness of your ass.

"Shit...(Y/N), you feel so fucking amazing," he said as he recaptured your lips with his and rocked his hips to get a little friction going. He pulled back until only half of his dick was inside and slammed back into you. He repeated the action a few more times, drawing out moans that ended up getting swallowed up by him.

You pulled away from the kiss to cry out freely as he set a hard, quick pace as his hips connected with yours repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skin colliding overcome the sounds of your moans and cries. Beel couldn't help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around him with every thrust. Your body trembled against his as the heat became overwhelming. Your hands scrambled to grip at something, changing from scratching at Beelzebub's back or balling up your sheets into your fist, as you feared that the pleasure was going to take you away.

The seams were tearing and Beel could feel you were close as your pussy convulsed around him. So he sat up, holding your legs up, and pounded away at you. Your moans turned to screams and chants of Beel's name as his cock wrecked you.

"Beeeeel! I'm cumming, cumming!," you screamed, but it didn't deter him even as your released overflowed on his cock. The consistent clenching of your pussy finally drove him over the edge and his seed coated the inside of your walls, a deep growl erupted from him as he pressed his cock deep inside you.

With the both of you spent for the moment, Beel slipped out of you and collapsed beside you. However, he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer. You sighed contently, feeling very much satiated as well as Beelzebub.

You felt lips pressing against your forehead and giggled before giving Beel a chaste kiss on the lip.

"That was amazing," you smiled. You saw his cheeks redden and the hug tightens.

"I-I would like to do that again...maybe sometime," spoke the blushing giant as he looked into your eyes.

The tips of your ears turning red as you agreed.

You figured this boat nightmare wasn't too bad as you snuggled up to Beel's chest, wondering if you had the courage to say you like him.

You saved the thought for another day to ponder later.

[kariuann]

When He Cries for Him

yay part 3! sorry for the long wait, thank you for supporting this series!

i put all my heart and soul to this part

warning: cusses. also angsty

synopsis: Mammon is taken back to the Devildom to be punished for breaking the rules.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Back in the House of Lamentation, the day before Mammon got caught

Satan and Belphie slowly walked towards their older brother’s room. They never, ever wanted to do this because they hate Lucifer so much, but for the sake of the brother who cared for them so much than anybody else, they would take the risk. It was high time for reconciliation.

“Open up. Lucifer.” Satan knocked while Belphie holds his meal. They only got silence as a reply.

“Open the fuck up, or you’re losing a door.”

Still nothing.

Satan kicked the door hard. They were met with puddles of alcohol, Belphie almost slipping. In front of the desk was the ever so messy Lucifer. Belphie slammed his food to get his attention.

“Eat up.”

“Get out.”

Satan only snickered.

“Get out or what? Transform into your demon form and try to kill us? Please, Lucifer. You’re treating us just like how you punish Mammon back then. Ever the strict older brother, huh, Lucifer?”

“Shut up.”

“Why the hell would I want to listen to you? Would you hang me across this house as a punishment, huh? Go on then! For all I care! Besides, all you do to this family was to ruin it anyway, just to show how ‘strict’ you are.”

Lucifer just stayed silent.

“We’re having a private meeting tomorrow. If Mammon comes back, we’ll make sure you’ll never lay a finger on him ever again.”

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Present Time

“No! I’m not going anywhere!!”

Mammon bawled, hiding behind you as Barbatos and Diavolo walk slowly towards you. Lucifer just silently looked away, pain creeping from his eyes. It was a look you’ve never seen before—but then your thoughts snapped back to reality as you felt Mammon tug the hems of your shirt, gripping for his own life.

“I apologize, Mammon. But you will be coming with us no matter what.”

“No!!”

“Mammon, ple—“

“I SAID NO!!! I don’t wanna go back there anymore, I just wanna be here with her!!”

Diavolo reached out to help him stand up, but Mammon shoved his arm away. Barbatos was ready to retaliate, but Diavolo insisted. Lucifer slowly inched forward, making Mammon flinch.

“Get away from me! It’s all your fault, I hate you all—especially YOU!!”

Lucifer just watched Mammon release all his burrowing anger towards him. He never thought in a million years just how much he broke his own brother—the one who was always near him since the fall, the one who took care of his other brothers when he was incapable of doing it—and just seeing the look on his face breaks his soul even more than before.

“All I want…! All I want from you… was praise…”

Mammon bawled even more, gripping harder and sobbing louder into your arms than before. Barbatos took charge and swiped him away from your hold, with Diavolo giving you a knowing look before leaving, with Mammon struggling to get out.

“Lucifer…”

He responded slowly, tears falling from his eyes. You quickly wiped it away and fixed his appearance.

“Don’t do this, please… I don’t deserve this…”

“Shh…” You slowly brought him to your arms, rubbing circles on his back. Lucifer could only nuzzle against your shoulder and sob even louder. He was too broken, but he knows that Mammon suffered so much more than what he feels right now, and all of it was his fault.

Once he composed himself, he offered you to come along with him. You obliged.

.

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Diavolo held a private meeting the day after. All the other brothers attended, along with the purgatory hall members. They didn’t fully know what was going on, but they had a slight clue. Their thoughts were confirmed when Diavolo and Barbatos entered alongside a white-haired man. You followed afterwards and sat beside him.

“Mammon…!”

“Y/N!!!”

All the brothers rushed towards both of you—including Belphie—but was soon interrupted by Barbatos. They had no other choice but to be seated and wait as the meeting starts.

“Today we are all gathered here to discuss something very important. We do know that entering another realm should be done with permission from the heads, and entering without it is a heavy violation of a rule—and when someone violates the law, they deserve to get punished. Am I correct, Mammon?”

“…”

“…Thus, I hereby sentence Mammon to be locked within the deepest chambers of Devildom for years, and that no one should ever enter it besides me and Barbatos. Any violent reactions?”

A deafening silence ensues. Everyone was frightened at the declaration—even Luke was shaking that Simeon had to calm him down. Everyone knows Mammon doesn’t deserve another punishment—he already suffered that much from someone else. Yet, they also know about the law, and whoever breaks it must be severely punished.

They all got nothing to say. Diavolo continued.

“Well then, shall we—“

“I object.”

All looked around to know the source, and as it turns out, Lucifer just walked in. Mammon trembled from his seat, gripping your arms immediately.

“…State your reason.”

“Let me take the punishment instead.”

Gasps were heard across the room, particularly Mammon. Everyone was shocked by his statement—even Satan and Belphie, who both despise him so much. He quickly jumped from his seat and rushed towards his brother, but Beel and Belphie immediately grabbed him from both sides.

“NO! Don’t do it!!!”

Lucifer could only look at him. Then he continued.

“I don’t want him to suffer more than he could ever have. So, I’m doing this as an apology for all I’ve done.” Lucifer bowed, but then you stood up.

“If you don’t want him to suffer more, then why are you still doing this? Aren’t you hurting him much more with your decisions?”

“…I’m sorry, Y/N. But I need to do this.”

“No, Lucifer!! Don’t do it, you idiot!!!” Mammon cried out.

Lucifer flinched, but he didn’t let that deter his decision. He was determined to do this, to protect his brother who he trusts so much. He was determined to fix everything he ruined, and all the other brothers know that if he’s already made his decision, no one could ever stop him—even Diavolo.

Because of his pride.

“Let me be selfish one last time, Diavolo. I will take any punishment you’d give. Please.”

It wasn’t something Diavolo hears often, but he knows that when he says ‘please,’ it’s already final. Diavolo just nodded and ordered Barbatos to take him to the deepest chambers of Devildom. Lucifer was to take the same punishment he used to give to Mammon, but this time, no one could ever help him.

Before he was taken away, Lucifer looked from his behind and smiled at Mammon.

The smile that Mammon had never seen since they were back in the Celestial Realm.

“NOOOO!!”

Part 4 coming soon!

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[gavin-plz-call-me]

The Brothers + Dateables & Luke react to MC owning a cat named lucifer

A/N- To attempt to avoid confusion, the demon Lucifer’s name will always be capitalized, while the cat lucifer’s name will never be capitalized.

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“Now,” Diavolo said, obviously nearing the end of his speech, “Do you have any more questions, MC?”

You nod, “Is my cat up there all by himself?” you ask, “I don’t want him to get lonely, and without me he wont have anyone to feed him.”

The men, no, the demons in front of you stared, all obviously dumbstruck. You had been ripped out of your home, brought to a strange place, and told you were to live here for a year, and your first thought was of your cat? What a strange human you were.

“We can arrange someone to take care of your cat,” Diavolo said, smiling wide, but your face fell at his words. Diavolo seemed to sense your discontent as he spoke again, “Or we can arrange for your cat to be brought here?”

“Yes, please,” you spoke almost immediately.

Diavolo called for a demon named Barbatos, telling him to go to the human world to retrieve your cat. He disappeared then reappeared in a matter of seconds, your cat laying comfortably in his arms.

“Oh, lucifer,” You cooed, taking your cat away from Barbatos, kissing the cat’s forehead.

The hall went silent once again, before someone, the demon they introduced as Asmodeus, spoke up, “Honey, that’s Barbatos.” He said, a slight chuckle laced within the words.

Confused, you glance back up at the hall of demons, you point to your cat, “No? His name is lucifer.”

Lucifer

Can't decide if he's confused or insulted.

He's confused because, who the hell would someone name a cat of all things after a demon

and he's insulted because WHO THE HELL WOULD NAME A CAT AFTER HIM?

He's one of the strongest Demons in the Devildom, much stronger than a mere housecat, the insinuation that he, Lucifer, avatar of pride, shares anything in common with a cat has him fuming.

Of course, he shows none of these emotions outwardly, keeping his face stoic as always.

And any one of his brothers who dare joke about this cat's name will be hanged from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.

Is fairly annoyed with their shared name in day-to-day life, and not just because it's insulting.

But, many times a day, Lucifer'll hear his name called through the halls and, when he goes to investigate, one of his brothers is cooing over the damned pun intended cat.

Will eventually get used to lucifer and will definitely be seen cuddling with him.

Is like the dad who insists he doesn't want a cat, but as soon as he gets one they're inseparable.

At the end of the day, he loves that damn cat.

Mammon

Laughs out loud at the revelation that the cat's name is lucifer.

Until he realizes now he has to look after the human and the cat.

Will complain about it in typical Mammon fashion, but he warms up to lucifer about as quickly as he warms up to you.

Buys him a bunch of cat toys when he has the grimm, and loves to play with him

especially with a laser pointer.

Also loves to cuddle, but always acts very tsundere about it.

"What is it lucifer? Oh, of course, you want to cuddle with the Great Mammon."

Will either steal lucifer from your room at night, or sleep in your room to cuddle with him and totally not you, of course, but you should be honored he's even sleeping in your room.

Leviathan

Thinks it's hilarious as well.

Though he prefers anime, Levi is well versed in other human media, especially classic Disney films, so, because of Cinderella, he's well aware that lucifer is a popular cat name in the human realm.

That doesn't make it any less funny, though.

WILL NOT allow lucifer into his room.

He has too many expensive figurines to risk it

Plus, he doesn't want to risk Henry 2.0 getting hurt.

Will only play with, pet, or cuddle with lucifer if he initiates it.

"He probably doesn't want to be pet by a gross otaku like me," as if cats know what otakus are.

Will, at some point, sew lucifer a costume that looks suspiciously like what his older brother tends to wear.

He may or may not have been hanged for that one, but it was totally worth it.

Satan

Like Lucifer, Satan is conflicted.

On one hand, cat! He loves cats, he wants to pet this cat all day, and give him kisses and cuddles and love.

On the other hand, Satan would rather his soul be ripped apart than give love to something named after Lucifer.

Will try his hardest to completely ignore the cat's existence.

Has to leave the room if lucifer comes in because he can't trust himself to not pet him.

Is like this with lucifer until he sees him respond to the name luci as well.

After that, you cannot separate Satan from lucifer even if you tried.

Spoils him rotten.

The two are often found reading together in the library, Satan leisurely petting lucifer.

Fights with Mammon at least once a day for lucifer and always wins.

Goes on long rants about how cat lucifer is much better in every way than demon Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Another one who thinks it's hilarious.

Definitely thinks lucifer is cute but hates all the shedding, so he usually keeps his distance.

Like Levi, Asmo doesn't allow lucifer in his room.

Will constantly complain about fur getting all over his clothes.

Has had to buy more lint rollers in the first year you spent in the Devildom than he had bought in the last century.

Constantly posts pictures of lucifer on his Devilgram because, despite being a furry monster, he is just the cutest little kitten around.

Beelzebub

Thinks the name is a bit weird but accepts it pretty quickly.

It's just a name, after all, lots of people who are very different share names.

lucifer's food has to be hidden from Beel because he can, and will, eat it.

"It just smelled so good, and I was so hungry."

Apologizes by buying him some luxury cat treats that took all of Bee's willpower not to eat on the way home.

At first, he won't interact with lucifer unless lucifer approaches him.

Beel is so big, and lucifer is so small, he doesn't want to crush the little cat.

But with enough time and reinforcement, Beel will pick lucifer up himself for some much-needed cuddles.

Before Belphie comes down from the attic, Beel'll bring lucifer up to their room at night when he's feeling a bit more lonely than usual.

Beel will invite you up to his room as well.

Belphegor

Finds out about lucifer after everyone else, due to the whole, being locked in the attic, thing.

Hears Asmo trying to coax lucifer into a good pose from down the hall.

"Oh lucifer, cutie pie, you gotta look at the camera."

Is surprised that Asmo is still alive talking to Lucifer like that.

Is even more surprised when he turns the corner to find Asmo talking to a cat, not his eldest brother.

Thinks it's hilarious, but Lucifer is already over it so teasing him about it doesn't do much.

Won't actively seek out lucifer's attention, but will gladly nap with him.

Beel continues his habit of bringing lucifer up to their room for cuddles when Belphie returns, so the three of them usually end up in a big cuddle pile.

Bonus points if he brings you up too.

Diavolo

Thinks it's very amusing.

Laughs about it, probably for a bit too long.

He can't help it, especially because he knows Lucifer is most definitely a bit upset about it.

Will tease Lucifer once or twice about it, but will ultimately leave it alone.

When he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll give lucifer a nice pat, hello, but won't go very far beyond that.

Barbatos

Read lucifer's name tag while he was collecting him from the human realm.

Wasn't surprised in the slightest because nothing ever surprises him

Is definitely excited to see everyone's reactions to his name, and is not disappointed.

If given the chance, he will spend hours brushing lucifer's fur and pampering him

but doesn't get the chance to do so often, if ever.

Solomon

Has had a cat named lucifer in the past.

I mean, he's lived hundreds of years, it's not out of the realm of possibilities.

Named his own cat lucifer because he thought it was funny, and the humor hasn't faded since.

So he's very amused by this new lucifer in his life.

Will unabashedly cuddle and play with lucifer whenever he's given the chance.

I mean, this lucifer reminds him of his own cat, so he becomes pretty attached pretty quickly.

Whenever he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll hold lucifer until the very last minute he possibly can, and will be pretty sad when he has to leave.

Will joke about stealing lucifer, may actually try to steal him.

Simeon

Like Levi, Simeon is pretty well versed in human media, so the concept of cats named lucifer isn't new to him.

Still finds it a bit funny nonetheless.

Tells Michael right away.

Likes cats well enough, and, when he's in the House of Lamentation, will seek out a few pets from the kitten

but he doesn't venture to the House of Lamentation too often, so he never grows too close to lucifer.

Luke

WHY? WOULD YOU NAME A CAT? AFTER A DEMON?

There are so many better names for a cat!

Like whiskers, or oreo, or simba.

Is genuinely confused, and maybe even a bit concerned.

He's afraid you were consorting with demons before coming to the Devildom and that's why you named him lucifer.

After his brief stay in the House of Lamentation, Luke is absolutely in love with lucifer.

Plays with him constantly.

Wants to pick him up, but doesn't know how to.

Luke will end up getting scratched eventually, but Luke forgives him.

Bakes lucifer special cat treats and hopes you'll let him feed lucifer one.

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Angelic Desecration Pt. 1

This fic is currently unfinished, but I’m actively working on the final chapter--I’m hoping posting the three chapters I do have can give me the motivation push to finish the last one! These chapters are very long (all but the first are well over 3k words), so let me know if you’d prefer them broken up further.

Word Count: 1,710

A shocked silence hangs over the room as the words leave Mammon’s mouth, every face–demon, angel, and human alike–a mix of confusion, horror, and fear. In a moment, Satan’s hands are at Simeon’s collar. “What did you do to us, you–”

He shudders, eyes screwing shut with pain for a moment before opening again, the rage often held within them replaced with an eerie serenity. The Avatar of Wrath straightens up, releasing his hold on Simeon and smoothing down the angel’s now-rumpled clothes. “Apologies, Simeon, I don’t quite know what came over me.” Satan turns back to the group, a broad smile on his face. “I believe Simeon was explaining our jobs for the party, correct?”

Whatever that is, it isn’t Satan. They aren’t the demons that Y/N has grown to love, and Y/N can’t tell if they want to cry or scream or both. This feeling must show in their expression, as Satan’s smile changes to a look of concern, “Y/N, are you alright? Is something wrong?”

Emotion wells up in their chest, but as tears start to prick at their eyes, Y/N feels a heavy hand on their shoulder. “I believe our beloved exchange student just needs some rest. They had a long week with classes. I’m sure they aren’t needed for the rest of the planning, Simeon?” 

The forced cheerfulness in Diavolo’s voice holds up until the end, where the sharp edge entering the Prince of Devildom’s voice and the growing guilt on Simeon’s face tells Y/N that that was less a question and more a command–they will not be forced to watch the angelic brothers more than necessary. “I’ll accompany them back to the House of Lamentation,�� the lack of argument from the brothers, replaced by quiet agreement and sympathetic expressions, causes Y/N’s stomach to twist, “Barbatos, Solomon, would you two begin research into what might have caused this and how we can reverse it?”

“I’ll–” Diavolo cuts Simeon off, his tone cold. “You’ve done quite enough, Simeon. Focus on the party. Solomon knows enough Celestial Magic, and I’ll join in the research once Y/N is settled–it was my spell that made Michael’s have this effect, after all.” His tone becomes more somber than sharp at realizing he’s equally responsible for this disaster. Y/N allows the giant demon to usher them out of the student council’s meeting room, his hand still resting protectively on their shoulder. Most of the walk is spent in silence–controlled anger rolls off their escort in waves, though his grip on their shoulder never becomes painful. Even when enraged, Diavolo has enough sense to keep his exchange student’s safety in mind. As the House of Lamentation comes into view, his grip loosens. “I’m truly sorry, Y/N. Had I known what Michael had sent, I would never have cast that spell.”

The two come to a stop at the front steps, and Y/N finally gets a good look at the prince’s face. His expression is solemn, forehead creased, lips pressed together into a thin line, and golden eyes averted and full of guilt. They reach up with one hand, brushing aside some of his auburn hair before resting it against his cheek. Diavolo leans into the contact subconsciously–his touch-starved nature always wins out in the end. Y/N uses this to turn his face, so their eyes meet. “Diavolo, this isn’t your fault–and it isn’t Simeon’s either,” they add sternly. “I know neither of you meant for this to happen. Just promise me you’ll do your best to bring them back?”

Diavolo nods, covering their small hand with his own massive one. “Of course, Y/N. Even if I have to grovel in front of Michael himself.” 

Y/N snorts. “I should hope it doesn’t come to that. You’ll never hear the end of it from Lucifer.” That brings a slight smile to the prince’s face. “I wouldn’t, would I? Still, it’d be worth Lucifer’s eternal scolding to have him back.”

The smile drops again, his tone becoming somber once again. “Simeon won’t be able to keep them in the Council room forever–they’ll come here. Hopefully, they won’t bother you, but if they do, call Barbatos or me, and we’ll come to get you.”

“You know, Dia, this was an odd way of getting alone time with me.” Y/N tries for a joking tone, hoping to bring the smile back to his face. They win a half-hearted chuckle from the dejected Diavolo as he gently removes both their hands from his face, adjusting his grip to keep Y/N’s hand in his own as he brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “I assure you, love, next time Barbatos and I feel neglected, I’ll just request your company for the weekend. You’ll be alright here?”

Y/N nods, giving the best smile they can muster. “Go help Solomon and Barbatos. I’ll manage, Dia.”

The prince kisses their hand again before letting go, allowing them to retreat into the House of Lamentation. Y/N rests their forehead against the heavy wooden door, debating whether to fling it open and run after Diavolo to hide in the Demon Lord’s castle until the seven brothers are back to their usual selves. However, that thought passes almost as quickly as it came–they couldn’t abandon their beloved demons, even at a time like this. Maybe, Y/N thought as they trudged up the stairs in the foyer, they could just hole up in their room until Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon figure out how to fix things. Upon reaching their room, Y/N locks the door, dropping their uniform jacket on the floor and flopping face down onto the bed.

Their D.D.D. buzzes from the crumpled pile that is their jacket–maybe one of the brothers checking on them. They don’t feel up to that experience. Then there’s a second buzz, perhaps one of the others following up. A third buzz, then it starts to ring. It’s the ringtone they’d picked out for Simeon–gentle, almost ethereal chimes. Y/N lets it ring out. After nearly 40 minutes of the device buzzing and ringing, they finally drag the jacket close enough to the bed to fish it out of the picket to discover that the angel has been blowing up their D.D.D. for the better part of an hour. The last text, from about five minutes ago, reads, “The jobs have been assigned, I can’t just sit here. I’m coming over to apologize in person.”

That’s the last thing they wanted to hear today. Moments later, when there’s a gentle knock on their window, Y/N has resolved not to let him in. Unfortunately, they make the mistake of looking over at the window. The normally elegant angel looks a broken mess, brown hair hanging in front of brilliant blue eyes, pleading and glossy with tears. Before they can change their mind, Y/N unlatches the window, and Simeon tumbles through onto the bed, apologies already frantically streaming from his mouth at an almost illegible pace. “Simeon!”

His mouth closes with an almost audible click, and Y/N takes his shaking hands with their own, rubbing their thumbs soothingly over the backs of his hands as the angel straightens up into a sitting position. “It’s not your fault. Michael didn’t tell you what the bangles were for, right?”

He nods, “I thought they were just gifts, meant to help with the atmosphere of the party, not–God, and I promised next time I’d make sure there was one for you. I swear, Y/N, I would never let anyone do that to you, you’re already perfect as you are.” Y/N shushes him gently, leaning their forehead against his and releasing his hands so they can drape their arms over his shoulders. They can feel him slump slightly in relief, his own arms going around their waist to complete the loose hug. “I won’t ask your forgiveness, my dear. Just know that I am truly sorry. Had I known–”

“I know, Simeon.” The desperation and regret in his voice make their heart ache–any blame they’d held towards him had already melted, just as it had with Diavolo. “When I see Michael next, I swear on all three realms–”

“Now, now, don’t let Luke hear you talk like that,” Y/N scolds gently. “He’s already enough out of sorts seeing the demon brothers as angels.” They can feel Simeon’s shoulders shake slightly, halfway between a laugh and a sob. The two sit there for a moment, angel and human in a silent embrace. When he does speak again, Simeon’s voice is quiet. “It was something to see them how they used to be again. I had almost forgotten the beauty of Lucifer’s wings, a true seraph.”

“They were all beautiful. I think I still prefer them how they were before the spells, though.” Simeon pulls away, a soft smile on his face. “Of course you do, my dear. That’s one thing I’ve always loved about you. You love us, regardless of faults.”

His words warm Y/N’s heart, and they return the smile. One of Simeon’s hands leaves their waist, coming up to cup their cheek as he looks at their eyes intently. “Will you be alright alone? I promised Beel I’d help him with the cooking, but I believe he can, unfortunately, be trusted to that task alone if you need me.”

That causes their just-lightened heart to sink like lead once again. Still, they keep a smile on their face. “I’ll be alright, Simeon. Go help Beel.” The angel kisses their forehead gently before pushing himself gracefully up off the bed and back through the window he came in, closing it behind him. Y/N is given a few moments of peace before their D.D.D. buzzes again, this time from Lucifer–he’s requesting their presence in his room. 

The thought of ignoring this message does cross their mind but is almost immediately stamped out. After all, when Y/N made their pact with the firstborn, they made a promise–just as Lucifer would be theirs, they were also his. If he asked for them, they’d come, spell be damned. [Pt. 2]

[hispipsqueak]

Hello! Can you write anything for Barbatos in Obey Me, since his birthday event is live? It's okay if not, I just figured it couldn't hurt to ask? Hope you're doing well!

Thanks for the idea! I wasn't sure if you wanted anything fluffy or smutty so I decided to do a fluffy story with a smutty bonus. <3 This is one of the first times I'm writing (publicly) for Barbatos so I hope I did him justice because he is PRECIOUS. Also I haven't finished the event yet so sorry if anything in here is contrary to that.

TW: Nothing for the SFW part, except maybe slight angst with a happy ending. :) GN!Reader (the smut is AFAB Reader)

“Good morning, MC!” the booming voice of the demon prince Diavolo echoed throughout the corridor as you walked to your classroom.

“Good morning, Dia! How are you today?” You responded, stifling a yawn from another late night gaming session with Leviathan. Doing a double-take, you could see the often esteemed demon looked a little unruly, his red hair slightly sticking up in the back and a few buttons undone on his uniform. “Uh...you okay this morning?”

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“Is it that obvious? I apologize MC, as my intentions were not completely innocent. I’m trying to rely less on Barbatos this week, as his birthday is coming up soon and well...I guess it’s not going as well as I originally planned.”

Your hand flew to your face. “His birthday is coming up?! We need to celebrate it. Diavolo, can you call a student council meeting so we can plan something? Make sure not to let Barbatos know and we’ll brainstorm!”

He nodded in agreement and pulled out his D.D.D to text Lucifer and the others. You walked to class, nearly running into Barbatos.

“Apologies, MC. Are you alright? You seem out of sorts.” His voice was tinged with worry. You plastered a bright grin and shook your head.

“I’m fine! Great actually! Just heading to class!” Your voice was uncharacteristically cheery and he fixed a concerned look at you.

“Are you quite sure? If the House of Lamentation is causing you any distress, you are welcome to join the young master for dinner tonight –” You cut him off with a shake of your head.

“Actually Barbatos, I’m swamped with stuff so I’ll have to turn that invite down. And I think Diavolo said something about meeting with Lucifer so he’ll probably be busy anyway.” You turned to leave, desperate to leave the conversation as his eyes seemed to stare into your soul.

“The young master didn’t tell me he had meetings today.” He pulled out his D.D.D and frowned at the screen. “Hm, it seems you’re correct. I apologize for doubting you MC. Would you like me to walk you to class?”

You shook your head again, practically sprinting away. “No thanks! I got it, bye!” you yelled as you ran to your classroom, fighting a smile. Time to get planning.

The rest of the day was a blur of excitement and secrecy. You knew from your conversation earlier that Barbatos was beginning to get suspicious, but you also knew it would be so worth it to see the look on his face when all of you surprised him. You had just finished up your emergency meeting when you opened the door to see Barbatos standing in the corridor.

“I was not informed you were having a student council meeting today.” He said with a raised eyebrow. You turned to see if anyone would help you out but they all seemed preoccupied with each other, and you forced a grin.

“Oh, uh, it wasn’t really a meeting. Just kind of hanging out and stuff…”, your voice trailed off and you tugged on Asmo’s sleeve.

“Ah, Barbatos! You’re looking so youthful today!” He reached to pinch the butler’s cheek, who swiftly dodged Asmo’s grip.

“It seems you are keeping something from me, MC.” Barbatos’ eyes flashed with something, not anger but sadness? Disappointment maybe? You had no time to dwell on it before Lucifer bowed his head.

“I apologize Barbatos, but I must take my brothers and MC back to the House of Lamentation. Have a good night.” He turned and you were swept away with the rest of the brothers. You heard Simeon mumble something akin to a goodbye and him, Luke, and Solomon were also off, leaving Diavolo with the butler.

“Young Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would believe you and the others are avoiding me.” Barbatos’ voice tinged with concern.

“Nonsense! Let’s go.” Diavolo said, a little too brightly. Barbatos bowed slightly.

“Of course. I shall get started on dinner. Do you have a preference for anything tonight?”

Diavolo inhaled sharply.

“No need! I will actually be joining the others for dinner. Please stay at the castle and relax for the night.” His voice was pleasant but also clearly an order. Barbatos cleared his throat.

“As you wish, young master.”

----

Your D.D.D buzzed with a text from Simeon.

“Would you like any more cakes?”

You groaned, your belly full from sweets. Planning Barbatos’ birthday was going well, but it seems with no duties to perform since Diavolo was often at the House of Lamentation, he had taken to stress baking. Every one of you had been showered in extra cakes, cookies, and other treats from the butler and it was taking a toll on all of you. Except Beel, obviously.

That wasn’t the worst of it though. Barbatos had also become shorter and snapped more at anyone who spoke to him, except for Diavolo of course. His usual sarcastic yet good-natured comments were now closer to something Satan might say.

“I’m not sure how long we can keep this up, MC.” Simeon’s next message read and you sighed.

“Just one more day and then it will all be worth it.” You tried to reassure the angel, and yourself.

You walked downstairs to breakfast where another platter layered with treats sat on the table.

“Mornin’ MC.” Mammon mumbled from the table. “Barbatos sent more of these this morning. Ya would think he’d be nice with a plate of sweets and yet, he’s still a –”

“Mammon’s just mad because Barbatos asked if he lost a bet or if he willingly chose to dress like that.” Levi snickered, and Mammon tossed a cookie at the otaku’s head.

“Oi! Why are we even throwin’ him a party, he’s ungrateful!” Mammon scowled and you rubbed your temples. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“Barbatos is obviously under stress with the secrecy. He’s done quite a lot for every one of you.” His voice was even and domineering.

“Of course. You know Lucifer, it’s quite big of you to feel that way even after Barbatos compared you to a mother hen.” Satan said wryly, his grin hidden by his teacup.

Lucifer’s eyes flashed dangerously and you put your hand out. “Okay! Calm down everyone. I’ll talk to Barbatos.”

After breakfast, you headed to the demon lord’s castle and let yourself in. You walked into the kitchen after following the sound of clattering pans and light swearing.

“Barbatos? Are you okay?”

The butler looked up, flour dusting his face and uniform. There was frosting on his cheek and his hair was disheveled.

“Of course! Do you need something MC, or have you come to poke your head into my business for no other reason besides your own amusement?” He snapped, yanking open the oven and slamming another tray inside. You winced at his words but steadied yourself.

“Look I know you’re stressed…” You began and he cut you off.

“Stressed? There is no reason for me to be stressed. The young master has not required my services for days and you have all decided to stay far away from the castle. There is no reason to stress when I finally have some freedom.” His voice betrayed his words and you reached out, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Wait...Barbatos are you...lonely?”

Barbatos was silent and without thinking, you pulled him in an embrace.

“Barbatos! I’m so sorry you feel left out. That was never our intention!” You felt his body go slack before he tentatively wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I have been so out of sorts lately MC. As difficult as it is to admit, it seems I may have felt somewhat unneeded by the young master and the rest of you. I am quite devoted to the prince and it is only my natural inclination to care for you and the others as well.” His voice was soft, the edge dissipating.

You pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. “Barbatos, can you please trust me? Just for a little bit longer? I promise it will all make sense soon.”

His brow slightly furrowed and you bit your lip to hide how adorable he looked.

“For you MC, I will attempt to ‘relax’ as the young master suggests.”

You patted his hair affectionately and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Now, do you want a bit of help cleaning up?”

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The next day you were in a frenzy. Levi had pulled his computer to the ballroom, as he was in charge of the music. Belphie was sleepily swatting away Beel’s hand from the food table and Asmo and Mammon were bickering over the banner they were hanging. Diavolo clasped his hands together in delight from where he was standing with Lucifer.

“This looks wonderful! He will be extremely pleased!”

Simeon and Luke walked in, carrying a large cake with Solomon a few steps behind.

“We’ve got the cake! I finished decorating it just in time!” Luke said cheerily as they placed it on the buffet table and Beel looked at it longingly. Satan and Belphie steered the redhead away from the table quickly and Solomon turned to you.

“I have sent a message to Barbatos to meet us here. He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Places everyone!” You yelled and the group hid...as well as 8 large demons, two angels and two humans could.

“Solomon?” The butler called out, switching on the lights.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you all cried out. Luke and Simeon ran towards him, placing a colorful party hat on his head.

“A party?” Barbatos scanned the room, taking in all the details. His eyes rested on yours. “I must say, I am extremely touched by the effort you have all taken for me.”

Diavolo clapped him on the back, smiling widely.

“Barbatos, you have never been anything but loyal to all of us in the Devildom and we wanted to show you how much you mean to all of us. However, I must credit MC as the mastermind of this plan so to speak.”

Barbatos turned to you, and you could see a slight blush dusting his face.

“MC...I am truly honored. You have made my birthday one of the most special days in my life. And I thank you...for everything.” The last bit was whispered so only you could hear him and you smiled.

He turned back towards the group. “Thank you all. I apologize for my behavior the past week. I realized, I consider all of you my friends and you are all quite important to me.”

Mammon opened his mouth to say something and Lucifer shot him a look before he could speak.

“No need to apologize, Barbatos. Now, I suggest we continue the celebrations.”

Levi turned on the music and you grinned as the party continued.

NSFW BONUS (TW: slight dom Barb, gagging, slight bdsm aspects but nothing too intense, AFAB!Reader)

“MC, I must thank you again for this lovely soiree.” Barbatos said quietly. The two of you were the only ones still awake, and you were picking up plates and cups to clean up after the celebrations. You placed the dishes in the sink and wiped your hands on the dish towel. Turning around, you realized you were face to face with the jade-haired demon.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the party, Barbatos. Though I never gave you your gift.” You smirked. He cocked his head.

“I assumed the celebration was your gift. You’ve already done so much for me MC.” He responded and you giggled.

“Well...I wanted to give you something a little more...intimate.”

He inhaled sharply and you took this time to push him against the counter. His hand rested on your lower back and you pressed your lips to his. He tasted sweet and his grip tightened around you. You let out a soft moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hungrily.

Spinning you around so you were pressed against the countertop he smirked into your kiss.

“As it is my birthday, I believe I should be the one to unwrap my present. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”

You nodded and he lifted you onto the countertop, pressing warm wet kisses to your neck. His gloved hands unbuttoned your shirt and grazed over your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine. Pressing himself between your legs, you could feel his growing erection against his pants and you ran your hands down his front in an attempt to feel more of him. He pushed your hands away, and you let out an impatient whine.

“Patience darling. I would like to take my time and fully enjoy this gift.” His voice was teasing and pushed you back. Running his hands under your skirt, he grazed your aroused cunt and chuckled quietly.

“Making quite the mess, aren’t you, love? You must have been waiting for me.” He pushed finger into you and your face burned as you knew you were covering his gloves with your arousal. Still, you couldn’t help but clench around him, desperate for anything he was willing to give you. His thumb grazed your swollen clit and you pressed your hand to your mouth in an attempt to hide your moans. He brought his other hand down swiftly on your breast and you yelped.

“I want to hear all of your lovely noises. Let me hear how much you desire this. After all, you did have me feeling so neglected these past few days. It is the least you could do, darling. Or do I have to hold you down and punish you?” The split tendrils of his tail wrapped around your wrists pinning you in place and you could feel yourself squeeze around his fingers, which had gone back to teasing your hole. Panting, you shook your head.

“P-please Barbatos, I need you.” Your voice was breathy and filled with desire. Barbatos pressed another finger inside you, and your body stretched to accommodate. His other hand circled your breast, tugging at the hardened peaks of your nipples, almost painfully. He was enjoying you as his plaything and you winced as he pulled out of you. He pulled off his white gloves, now covered in your slick and balled it up before shoving the material in your mouth. You could taste yourself on the soft material, tangy and tart and you could feel drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Barbatos surveyed the sight in front of him. You, the beautiful exchange student at his mercy, begging for him to use your body for his pleasure.

Undoing his pants, he pressed himself against you, his cock grazing the outside of your cunt. You knew better than to try and grind on him, though you were shaking in anticipation. Still, you held still, waiting.

“How obedient, MC.” He licked his lips before plunging himself into you. You squealed around the gag in your mouth and he slid agonizingly slow inside you. You could feel every ridge of his cock press against your tight walls and your body sucked him in deep. He pushed into you again and again, his hands holding your hips and rocking you on his cock.

“Such a needy little human, aren’t you? Your body is practically milking every drop out of me.” His voice was steady, though you could see the sheen of sweat on his brow as he fucked into you faster. His tail gripped your wrists tighter and you knew you would have marks on them in the morning. Spit spilled down your chin as you moaned around the glove in your mouth and you could feel his sharp nails digging into the skin of your hips.

With each thrust he seemed to go deeper, hitting every spot in you that made you see stars. And yet, he was relentless. The normally prim and proper butler was precise in his actions though you could feel his thrusts becoming more frantic.

Your body tensed around him, and you screamed, grateful for the gag in your mouth as you knew you would be heard throughout the castle. Tears spilled from your eyes and you felt yourself gush around his cock. Your body arched off the cold countertop and you were sure if not for him holding you down, you would fly off the surface.

His nails embedded into your flesh and he let out a groan as he slammed himself deep inside you. His cock pulsed and you felt him release, the sticky fluids filling you and dripping down the swell of your ass, covering the countertop. Panting, he pressed a kiss to your tear streaked face and gently worked the glove out of your mouth, before placing it aside. He helped you up, and you rested your forehead to his as you tried to catch your breath.

He rubbed at the sore spots on your wrists, pulling out his softening cock from you and once he was sure you were stable, turning to pull a rag and clean you up, whispering soft praises into your skin. Your fingers intertwined with his and you held him close, kissing him on the lips.

“Happy Birthday.”