#i like to make sure i have the pronouns of anons in track hehe

[elytrafemme]

Saturn hi! :D

I hope your day is going well~ 🌻🌻🌻

I have recently started flirting with the idea of cutting my hair. I'd do it in the spring once the red has faded and my roots have started to grow out but I'm looking up stuff for it this far in advance because I'm gonna have to cut it myself. I don't mind having to do it myself but I can't find any good instructions or videos for how to cut the style I want with my hair type. I'm gonna have to wing it and just accept whatever it turns out as. I've always had long or medium hair with no layers whatsoever and I'm going to be attempting a short layered look with bangs. Think very fluffy haired gamer boy.

I don't know if I've said but I use all pronouns and gender is a confusing mess of a thing but I just say I'm enby. If I succeed in cutting my hair this spring then it'll be very ~gender~ which is something I need more of. It's months in the future but I'm so excited to try this and I can't stop thinking about it.

Anyways that's the hair update!

- flower anon

FLOWER ANON! with the hair updates hell yeah let's gooooo

oh gotcha!!!! that sounds awesome :D I've actually been thinking about hair a LOT recently bc rn my hair is longer than it's ever been. which i've been loving because i can style, plus a lot of my masc-ness i feel like coexists with me having long ish hair so it's been pretty neat :D i do miss the free-ness of short hair though which i'm sure you will be able to enjoy; it's really fun having fluffy short hair for realll

I ALSO MISS BANGS i bet you will look insanely cool and gender with bangs; best of luck finding tutorials for everything! i do not have any recommendations unfortunately but i'm sure if you wing it even it'll turn out alright :D

im excited for you :DDDD !!!! i hope all goes well with it & you acheive the peak Gender through it. TY for the hair updates and i hope your day is wonderful <333

[leviathans-watching]

I really liked the overwhelmed ones! Could I request an alternate version where reader is overwhelmed and goes to him / his study or he reassures reader after or something? You can do what you want with it, I’m just curious how you think Lucifer would handle it

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting (alt endings - lucifer & belphie)

anon ask: belphie alt ending for the overwhelmed fic? that made me cry and made me so happy,, its truly so comforting 😭

-💜 anon, since im around here more often than id like to admit bc im shy :,) but i still wanna have a known signature for when i come around just to send love 💜💜💜

includes: lucfier x/& gn!reader ; belphie x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1k | rated t | m.list | mammon | levi | beel |

warnings: yelling, fighting, and general assholish behavior (not towards you), crying, you getting overwhelmed, discussions of safe spaces, belphie using his power to put the others to sleep

a/n: thank you and thank you for requesting!! i'm glad you've been liking them. my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so u should come say hello !! and 💜 anon thank you! and I look forward to hearing form you hehe

reblogs are much appreciated hehe

the brothers have devolved into another one of their fights, and it’s really stressing you out. exam week is right around the corner, so tensions are running high, and their poor attitudes is helping no one

“can’t you just shut up?” belphie groans, interrupting levi, who’s excitedly describing his new game. to who, you’re not sure, but belphie’s harsh words make you look over.

“what?” levi asks, frowning.

“just- be quiet for once, you know? some of us are trying to sleep here.”

this makes levi scowl. “if you wanted to sleep, you should be in your room. not down here. and anyway, you didn’t seem to have a problem with beel’s long-ass explanation of the restaurant he went to last week.”

“hey,” beel says, “don’t bring me into this.”

“oh, levi.” belphie’s tone is acidic. “always diverting whenever someone criticizes you. you really are just a pathetic otaku.”

“guys,” asmo tries futilely. “can we like, not?”

“stay out of this, asmo,” levi snaps. “you’re always putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

their voices are loud, and the room’s acoustics are making them magnified to an even higher level. you’re just as tired and stressed as they are, and you’re about at the end of your rope.

“don’t talk to asmo like that!” satan interjects, and soon, the room devolves into squabbling and yelling, everyone’s words mixing together into one, giant mess. it hurts, and you want out of there, but you’re afraid moving will draw their attention onto you.

covering your ears and squeezing your eyes closed, you pray for someone to help you.

“what is the meaning of this?” lucifer booms, his voice cutting over everyone else’s. you wince and squeeze your palms tighter against your head. you lose track of what’s going on for a moment, the voices in your head pleading for it to stop drowning out everything else. your breath is shallow, and you know you need to calm down, but you just can’t.

LUCIFER:

“excuse me,” you say, almost inaudibly, rising to your feet. pushing your way out of the room, you just follow your feet, not even knowing where you’re going.

you end up somewhere you always feel safe- lucifer’s study. his cloak is draped over the back of his seat, and you don;t even hesitate to place yourself in his chair, throwing it over you.

you’re far enough from the living room to not be able to hear the yelling, thankfully, so you just try to calm yourself, practicing the breathing methods you know. time passes, and while you can hear the tick-tocking of the grandfather clock, you’re not registering how much time actually passes.

“mc, there you are.” lucifer’s voice reaches your ears, and you sti up slightly, open your eyes.

“hey.”

“hey,” he says quietly, temper all but gone, worry replacing it. distantly, you feel bad for making him worry. “how are you feeling?”

“better,” you say, and he nods.

“that’s good. do you need anything?”

“a hug?” you’re half joking, but he surprises you by striding forward, carefully leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you. you lean into it, not one to pass by such a rare experience, moving slightly so you can better hold onto him. “sorry for freaking out.”

“don’t apologize,” he instructs gently, brushing his hand over your cheek. “i can understand getting overwhelmed due to this house. i get overwhelmed sometimes and i run the place.”

“really?” you hadn’t expected that. he always seems to put together and in control.

“yes, really.” a moment passes. “i’m… glad i found you in here. i’m glad you came to my office.”

“it’s safe,” you murmer, and he stills slightly.

“that makes me happy. i hope i and my space continues to be such for you. not that i want to you be in a situation where you need a safe space, but if the need arises, i’d rather have you somewhere i know is safe as well. is that selfish of me?”

“i don’t know,” you hum. “but i don’t really care. thank you for being my safe space.”

“of course, my love. of course.”

BELPHIE:

“what is the meaning of this?” lucifer booms, his voice cutting over everyone else’s. you wince and squeeze your palms tighter against your head. you lose track of what’s going on for a moment, the voices in your head pleading for it to stop drowning out everything else. your breath is shallow, and you know you need to calm down, but you just can’t.

“belphie started it!” levi insists, but belphie doens’t respond. miraculously, it’s quiet.

“belphegor?” lucifer prods, and you crack en eye open, curiosity overtaking you. he’s staring at you- eyes wide, and one by one, the others follow his gaze to you.

“mc?” someone asks, stepping forward. you flinch, and barely a second passes before you feel a powerful surge of magic go through you, though it doesn't do anything.

the brothers aren’t so lucky. the magic, which you identify as belphie’s has put them all to sleep, save for belphie, who’s still staring at you with wide eyes.

“what did you do?” you whisper and he looks around, as if only now realizing what he’s done.

“i just reacted instinctively,” he explains. “they’re not hurt, just asleep, and they’ll be alright in a few hours.”

“but why?”

“you flinched,” says belphie as if that explains anything. “and i- i just did it. let loose my power without thinking.”

your laugh has a hysterical edge to it. “well at least they’re not hurt.”

“who cares about them,” belphie suddenly bursts. “are you okay?”

all of your overwhelmed feelings come back to you at once, making you physically curl in on yourself, if only slightly. “i don’t. i’m not.” you flounder for words. “it was too loud.”

“the noise?” belphie repeats and you nod.

“i’m not great at situations like that.”

“i’m sorry,” he says falteringly. “then it’s my fault you were hurting. are hurting.”

“no-”

“yeah,” bephie insists, resigned. “it is. i started the fight, putting you in an environment that would hurt you.”

“you didn’t know,” you murmer, but he skaes his head.

“i shouldn’t have had to know.”

it’s quiet for a moment.

“is there anything you need?” belphie steps over satan, who’s slumped on the floor. “anything i can do to make it better?”

“i don’t know. i’m better, now,” you say, but he doesn’t seem appeased. “i’m just a little wrung out.”

“understandable,” belphie says. “just- let me know.”

“i will,” you promise. “but really, you being here, and it being quiet it already helping.”

“if you’re sure,” belphie agrees dubiously. “i can sit with you, if you’d like. we can go somewhere else so they’re-” he gestures to the rest of the brothers, “-not in the way.”

“that sounds nice.” you offer belphie your arm and he helps you up, hand lingering just a moment longer than it normally would. you don’t mind, though. the contact and warmth is nice, and he seems to get that, it the way he wraps his hand around your upper arm is any indication.

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[knifefather]

heyy it's my first ask, so sorry for my bad english :')

could ask I you Diavolo fucking his virgin tiny cute s/o for the first time? I just love Diavolo so... 👉👈

That's perfectly fine, anon! Your English is great, you never have to apologize for something like that! I am also a Diavolo lover and am more than happy to provide hehe. Also I am so so sorry about how long this request took to fill! I hope that it ended up being worth it haha <3

Also, the gender of the reader wasn't specified, so I am going to assume you're asking for a reader with a puss? If not, let me know!  𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: loss of virginity, lingerie, soft!Diavolo, reader has a pussy and uses she/her pronouns

The clock in your living room just struck midnight when the front door creaked open. The sound was almost eerie in the quiet house. Diavolo entered and gently closed the door behind him. It was too quiet, and it put him on edge, considering he just got home from taking care of mafia business. What if something happened to you while he was gone? Anxiety growing inside him, he called out your name at the foot of the stairs, waiting for a response. 

“Yes! I’m up here!” you called back cheerfully.

Diavolo’s tense shoulders relaxed, and he hurriedly made his way up the stairs. Relief washed over him once his hand was on the door knob. “I missed y--” he started before stopping in his tracks. His mouth dropped at the sight in front of him. The room was dim, lit by dozens of red candles. You were laying on the bed dressed in black, frilly lingerie. Your were laid on your side, giving him a nice view of you from head to toe. Green eyes moved up and down your body, greedily drinking you in. He took a few slow steps towards you. 

In that moment, your confidence faltered. His gaze on you was intense and it made you all too aware of how naked you were. You felt too bare, too exposed, and you hoped and prayed that Diavolo liked what he saw. “H-Hi,” you said sheepishly. “Um. Do you like it?” you asked, sitting up. 

“Do I like it?” Diavolo came to sit by your side, his thigh pressed to yours. He trailed his finger over your garter belt, down your stocking, settling his hand next to your inner thigh. “I love it,”  he said. Your eyes met, and he leaned in to kiss you. 

“Are you trying to tell me something with this, cara?” His low, raspy voice tickled your ear, enchanting you and making you fall in love all over again. 

“Yes,” you breathed. “I think I’m ready.” 

Diavolo pulled back and searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation in your words, but he found none. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. 

“Very well. I have one condition, though,” he said, his tone serious. 

“What is it?” you asked. Containing your nervousness was difficult.

“If for any reason you need to stop, or if you’re uncomfortable, you have to tell me. Promise me.” 

Your bosom felt warm with affection at his care for you. Immediately, you agreed, finding yourself moving closer to him. “Diavolo, please... Can we get started? I want this,” you playfully whined, helping yourself onto his lap. Narrowing his eyes devilishly, he settled his hands on your ass, squeezing. The frilly panties that you wore did little to cover your ass, allowing him easy access. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” you whispered, grinding your hips into his. It felt awkward finding a nice flow, but eventually, it came to you.  Diavolo chuckled. “I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t,” he confirmed, tilting his head up to kiss up your throat. A soft moan escaped you as he kissed higher and higher, leaving a trail of black lipstick on your skin. Eventually, his lips met yours again, and he playfully bit your lip. In response, you did your best to push him backwards onto the mattress. He let himself fall, bringing you with him, his hands never leaving your body. Pink and black hair sprawled around him, he looked too wicked to be so sweet. Yet, his green eyes were soft with love, and it was all just for you.

Instantly, he was on you once again, leaning up to kiss you. His hands roamed up your thighs, to your sides, and then to your breasts, cupping and squeezing. He was careful in his movements, but straightforward. The feeling of his erection tenting in his pants was brushing against your pussy, barely covered by the panties you wore. Even through the clothes, you could feel the heat of him. The boss began pinching your nipples, poking through the fabric of your bra. In response, you mewled and rutted against him, the slipping motion becoming easier as the moments passed. 

Then, Diavolo parted from you, his bare lips shiny with saliva. “Here, move this way, bambina,”  he directed you, putting you on your back. You looked gazed up at him as he positioned himself above you, his long locks making a curtain around the both of you. Once again, nervousness was getting the better of you, and you couldn’t hide the tremble in your palms when he reached for your bra. His hands faltered for a moment.  “Doing okay?” he asked. 

You drew in a shaky, deep breath before nodding. All of the new sensations and emotions were a lot for you to keep up with, and you had to take a moment to ground yourself. “Y-Yes. Keep going.” 

Diavolo pecked you on the lips before proceeding, pulling your bra down and letting your breasts spill from the tiny garment. Leaning his head down, the man’s face was dangerously close to your chest. You could feel his breath tickling your nipples. “Let’s start with something that we’re both familiar with.” You had no qualms with that, and let out a moan as he latched onto one of your tits. His green eyes were so, so intense and praising you as he suckled, his tattooed hand gripping your other breast. The stimulation was good, you couldn’t lie, but it wasn’t hitting the spot. The foreplay almost felt like teasing, and you needed more from him than that. 

“Please,” you gasped, cheeks red. “Please can you... um, put it in?” You felt embarrassed at the question, especially when the boss gave you such an amused expression. 

“Eager, are we?” 

His question was answered by your bold but passionate kiss. Your confidence reinvigorated, you snaked your hand down his mostly bare abdomen and pulled at his belt. When you began to struggle, he reached down to aid you, his cock springing out of his pants at long last. Gazing down between your legs, your jaw dropped when you saw his member, red, throbbing, and right in front of you, with a patch of pink pubes to go with. Diavolo chuckled at your reaction to him, grabbing his member and giving it a few strokes. A bead of precum was clinging to the tip of his cock, threatening to spill over. “Well?” he prompted.  “I-It...It looks really big,” you said dumbly, your eyes wide. 

“We can go slowly,” he assured you. “You set the pace here, mio cara.” 

Wordlessly, you reached for him. He moved his hands, letting you stroke and play with his cock. You were amazed but also very curious, the muscle throbbing in your fist. After a moment, you let go and reached for your panties. He watched you, entranced by your beauty as you revealed yourself to him. Your pussy was so pretty, Diavolo knew it was going to be hard to go slow. But he promised himself long ago that he would do anything for you, even if that meant restraining himself. He draped himself over you, kissing your forehead before pressing the head to your entrance.  Immediately, a gasp rippled through you, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. The penetration was hot and slick, and also the most euphoric thing you’ve ever felt. There was also the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Diavolo was still, letting you adjust to the feeling. You spent what felt like hours like that, the boss inching his cock inside of you and you becoming used to the feeling. When he finally bottomed out in you, you found yourself already on the brink of orgasm. You could hear his voice and see his lips moving, the but the words were lost on you. He was looking at you expectantly though, so you said the only thing that was on your mind. 

“Move...Move, please, caro,” you whined, bucking your hips impatiently against his. 

Diavolo groaned, the salacious sound almost coming off as frustrated. With great care, he began to cant his hips into yours, moving as slowly as possible. You whimpered and moaned with every movement, your need burning inside of you. As much as Diavolo was restraining himself, he was enjoying deflowering you and watching you experience these feelings for the first time. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he picked up his pace ever-so-slightly. Your eyes, on the other hand, were rolling back into your head at the amazing feeling. You wrapped your arms around him, crawling at his strong back while he drove his cock into you over and over again. It was slow and sensual, but the gangster’s member reached so deep inside of you that your orgasm was inevitable. 

“Dia,” you breathed, looking up at him. “I-I think I’m close? I feel... so h-hot...” 

“Me too, dolcezza, me too... Let’s do it together,” he whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. His thrusts became more insistent and your cries became more impassioned as waves of pleasure submerged you both. White burst behind your eyelids, your toes curled and nearly every inch of your body tingled. When you opened your eyes, Diavolo’s expressed was concentrated, a bead of sweat making its way down the side of his face. He called out your name before quickly separating himself from you, pulling out and fisting his member rapidly. Not a thought swam in your mind as his cum, thick and hot, splashed onto your tummy. Your mouth started to curl into a little smile as you watched his handsome face contort into one of pure pleasure. Finally, when his cock was spent, he took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss you. 

“I hope that it was everything that you thought that it would be.” 

“Everything and more,” you replied, kissing him back happily. 

[loki-the-trikster-god]

tis clyde! *dramatic stage pose*

idk tbh i’m like so cold right now i just went out for a walk (not willingly) now i’m typing really slow as i’m regaining feeling in my fingers.

right! i remember caliban nowwwwww. oof ur beef with prospero. i guess that actor is rather similar to their character (unlike u... i’m pretty sure ur not a monster ;)

gAsP yay that would be so exciting. tbh it would have come in handy last year when we were reading the book bc shakespeare is so confusing my gosh. idk maybe it’s not for me, u seem to like it tho :)

haha well that seems like why u stick around to listen to me ramble every five seconds. maybe! you guys would probably get along as she is like pretty much exactly me, but more dramatic and (a lot) more confidence.

asdf ikr those movies are awesome!! i want to adopt a niffler, in fact i was hyperfixtated on nifflers a year ago, and still want a niffler stuffy. and i love queenie with all my heart.

they really are tbh. me and my friends don’t talk about that much ✨feelings✨ stuff, we don’t really have nicknames so it’s a new experience for me tbh

oh wow really? oof that’s unfortunate. i like swimming but i hate anything endurance (including track, my worst enemy *shudders* <- from fear or from cold i don’t know) it will literally make

me want to die so yeah hehe.

asdf my dad makes fun of me bc i can never finish anything it’s unfortunate really maybe someday i will acquire motivation but who knows really

asdf u used he/him pronouns :)))))) that makes me happy tbh

yeah it’s really funny. have you read the books? it’s so much more book accurate than the movies were. the movies were the freaking worst. so... inaccurate... it’s terrible.

asdf ikr sherlock is truly a work of art and the aCtInG omg it’s excellent truly.

ohhhhh you are one of those people that like dialogue in movies. i guess i do sometimes? but action i just find more interesting? then again i spend most of my life tuning out peoples voices *coughchoughschool* so action is easier for me to focus on.

hehe it’s interesting bc u have such different opinions than i do, but it’s interesting to hear about nevertheless

ah oki i’ll keep that in mind. my brain is like a storage space for useless information. i cant remember when world war one or two was but i can identify your apple phone just by seeing the back of it. sigh.

gAsP you don’t know the grishaverse... it’s the shadow and bone series, six of crows, idk if this is ringing any bells but i would dEfInItElY recommend them they are so good. shadow and bone is coming out as a netflix show on the 23rd and i’m so excited! the casting is like 👌 and everyone is soooooo amazing asdf i really like it if u can’t tell.

idk about neighbour maybe it’s one of those canadian american spellings where american takes out the u in the word like colour and color idk.

ahahah yeah i can recite the whole of hamilton from memory and i love dear evan hansen even tho most people don’t (the book makes me sad)

ahahaha yay glad u appreciate my bad puns

question for u? do u want me to continue doing this on anon or do u care if i go off anon? idk why it doesn’t make a difference to me either way unless u decide my blog is extremely cringy and don’t want to be my friend anymore (which would be understandable). just asking.

now for the question even though this is once again incredibly long and i don’t know why i keep commenting on the length but it’s fine: do you have e l fudges in the states? like sophie’s favourite cookies? have you tried them? are they good? i need this stupid pandemic to be over so i can eat the cookies.

🍪🍪🍪

*cookie monster voice* c is for cookie, that’s good enough for me ;)

i’m glad i make you laugh amigo :)

until next time ;)

Clyde!! ✨✨✨

Oof I’m sorry ur cold it’s not freezing here but I was just outside for chem tutoring for a while and oof.

There’s a really good song from the frozen musical called monster you should listen to it. I certainly try not to be a monster although I’ve done my shit like everyone else I suppose.

Shakespeare is definitely one of those things where you’re either obsessed to the point of insanity or you’re losing your marbles lol. I will say, it’s dumb to make students read the plays because if you don’t already like Shakespeare, you’ll be losing it. They should teach it through analyzing a play adaptation, so that people who don’t get it can at least see it in its finished form.

I love dramatic people as much as I love nerds so I think she sounds very cool!

Nifflers are ADORABLE!!! I think my favoritest Harry Potter creature is the serpent thing with wings (I’ve forgotten what it’s called) but it’s just so beautiful!! Queenie is indeed iconic.

Oh bro I like. Cannot stop talking about my feelings. I’m the epitome of that meme it goes like:

My bff: wanna talk about ur feelings (other bff)?

Other bff: no

Me: I do

Bff: we know cecil

Me: I’m sad

Bff we know cecil

Yeah that’s me

God I hated track when i did it. I was ok at it for a while, I could run a 6:49 mile, but it gave me like. Horrible nervous breakdowns. I was like a thoroughbred horse and I needed a comfort goat. Also just the physical sensations were ACK.

Depression mood but pls don’t die friend.

Yes!! I’m glad u liked the pronouns I will continue to use (along with others if you’d like.)

I’ve definitely read basically all the Percy Jackson books. I read that series and Heroes of Olympus and then the first couple magnus chase and the Egypt ones... I don’t remember them super well but they were really fun.

I do like dialogue in movies I’m a romcom guy lmao. It just comes down to taste and I adore movies that are mostly action too, I’ve just gotta be in the right brain space. Movies with both? Flawless.

It is always interesting to talk to someone who likes different things, and also to have someone not immediately call me a pretentious asshole tbh. Like I really don’t try to be stuck up or anything, I’m not hating, I just like different stuff.

That’s so relatable I remember the dialogue to entire hour long episodes of a tv show but I can’t remember what day my fathers birthday is. It’s annoying.

Oh that’s shadow and bone!! Ok, I know them, yeah everyone’s told me to read them they’re on my tbr for sure I just never have time to read lmao but yeah and also the Netflix show looks So Cool.

I think neighbour is one of those words, yeah. I always spell things the non-American way, but I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s cause I hate America so much.

Dear Evan Hansen gives me chills and most people are losers. Musicals are just fun, man. My favorite musical ever is called The Band’s Visit, and my second favorite musical is Hadestown.

You can be on anon or off anon, I promise I won’t want to stop talking to you lol unless I see like. This person is a nazi which I know you aren’t because why tf would you talk to my radical ass but hey. Also don’t worry about my aggressive politics I don’t bring them up much and we can still be friends even if we don’t agree on everything and I really like talking to you so anyways that’s a long way of saying you do whichever you’re more comfy with, friend :)

We do in fact have E L Fudges but I have. Never eaten one. I have also never eaten anything from a McDonald’s, a chick fil a, or a Taco Bell, and I have only had Oreos once. People always go crazy over that information lmao. I would love to try some. Maybe we can buy them together some time (like on the same day or smthn) and I’ll tell u what I think

Cookies!!! The Cookie Monster quote sent me straight to happy child place lolllll.

Also I have a question for you! What time zone do you live in? Only if ur comfy ofc.

Until next time :)))))))

P.S. @ everyone who has to scroll through these sorry but I’m living rn so like. 😘

[leviathans-watching]

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting (alt endings - lucifer & belphie) [repost]

anon ask: I really liked the overwhelmed ones! Could I request an alternate version where reader is overwhelmed and goes to him / his study or he reassures reader after or something? You can do what you want with it, I’m just curious how you think Lucifer would handle it

anon ask: belphie alt ending for the overwhelmed fic? that made me cry and made me so happy,, its truly so comforting 😭 -💜 anon, since im around here more often than id like to admit bc im shy :,) but i still wanna have a known signature for when i come around just to send love 💜💜💜

includes: lucfier x/& gn!reader ; belphie x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1k | rated t | m.list | mammon | levi | beel

warnings: yelling, fighting, and general assholish behavior (not towards you), crying, you getting overwhelmed, discussions of safe spaces, belphie using his power to put the others to sleep

a/n: thank you and thank you for requesting!! i’m glad you’ve been liking them. my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so u should come say hello !! and 💜 anon thank you! and I look forward to hearing form you hehe. and i'm reposting bc I'm was shadowbanned when this was first put outI

reblogs are much appreciated hehe

the brothers have devolved into another one of their fights, and it’s really stressing you out. exam week is right around the corner, so tensions are running high, and their poor attitudes is helping no one

“can’t you just shut up?” belphie groans, interrupting levi, who’s excitedly describing his new game. to who, you’re not sure, but belphie’s harsh words make you look over.

“what?” levi asks, frowning.

“just- be quiet for once, you know? some of us are trying to sleep here.”

this makes levi scowl. “if you wanted to sleep, you should be in your room. not down here. and anyway, you didn’t seem to have a problem with beel’s long-ass explanation of the restaurant he went to last week.”

“hey,” beel says, “don’t bring me into this.”

“oh, levi.” belphie’s tone is acidic. “always diverting whenever someone criticizes you. you really are just a pathetic otaku.”

“guys,” asmo tries futilely. “can we like, not?”

“stay out of this, asmo,” levi snaps. “you’re always putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

their voices are loud, and the room’s acoustics are making them magnified to an even higher level. you’re just as tired and stressed as they are, and you’re about at the end of your rope.

“don’t talk to asmo like that!” satan interjects, and soon, the room devolves into squabbling and yelling, everyone’s words mixing together into one, giant mess. it hurts, and you want out of there, but you’re afraid moving will draw their attention onto you.

covering your ears and squeezing your eyes closed, you pray for someone to help you.

“what is the meaning of this?” lucifer booms, his voice cutting over everyone else’s. you wince and squeeze your palms tighter against your head. you lose track of what’s going on for a moment, the voices in your head pleading for it to stop drowning out everything else. your breath is shallow, and you know you need to calm down, but you just can’t.

LUCIFER:

“excuse me,” you say, almost inaudibly, rising to your feet. pushing your way out of the room, you just follow your feet, not even knowing where you’re going.

you end up somewhere you always feel safe- lucifer’s study. his cloak is draped over the back of his seat, and you don;t even hesitate to place yourself in his chair, throwing it over you.

you’re far enough from the living room to not be able to hear the yelling, thankfully, so you just try to calm yourself, practicing the breathing methods you know. time passes, and while you can hear the tick-tocking of the grandfather clock, you’re not registering how much time actually passes.

“mc, there you are.” lucifer’s voice reaches your ears, and you sti up slightly, open your eyes.

“hey.”

“hey,” he says quietly, temper all but gone, worry replacing it. distantly, you feel bad for making him worry. “how are you feeling?”

“better,” you say, and he nods.

“that’s good. do you need anything?”

“a hug?” you’re half joking, but he surprises you by striding forward, carefully leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you. you lean into it, not one to pass by such a rare experience, moving slightly so you can better hold onto him. “sorry for freaking out.”

“don’t apologize,” he instructs gently, brushing his hand over your cheek. “i can understand getting overwhelmed due to this house. i get overwhelmed sometimes and i run the place.”

“really?” you hadn’t expected that. he always seems to put together and in control.

“yes, really.” a moment passes. “i’m… glad i found you in here. i’m glad you came to my office.”

“it’s safe,” you murmer, and he stills slightly.

“that makes me happy. i hope i and my space continues to be such for you. not that i want to you be in a situation where you need a safe space, but if the need arises, i’d rather have you somewhere i know is safe as well. is that selfish of me?”

“i don’t know,” you hum. “but i don’t really care. thank you for being my safe space.”

“of course, my love. of course.”

BELPHIE:

“what is the meaning of this?” lucifer booms, his voice cutting over everyone else’s. you wince and squeeze your palms tighter against your head. you lose track of what’s going on for a moment, the voices in your head pleading for it to stop drowning out everything else. your breath is shallow, and you know you need to calm down, but you just can’t.

“belphie started it!” levi insists, but belphie doens’t respond. miraculously, it’s quiet.

“belphegor?” lucifer prods, and you crack en eye open, curiosity overtaking you. he’s staring at you- eyes wide, and one by one, the others follow his gaze to you.

“mc?” someone asks, stepping forward. you flinch, and barely a second passes before you feel a powerful surge of magic go through you, though it doesn’t do anything.

the brothers aren’t so lucky. the magic, which you identify as belphie’s has put them all to sleep, save for belphie, who’s still staring at you with wide eyes.

“what did you do?” you whisper and he looks around, as if only now realizing what he’s done.

“i just reacted instinctively,” he explains. “they’re not hurt, just asleep, and they’ll be alright in a few hours.”

“but why?”

“you flinched,” says belphie as if that explains anything. “and i- i just did it. let loose my power without thinking.”

your laugh has a hysterical edge to it. “well at least they’re not hurt.”

“who cares about them,” belphie suddenly bursts. “are you okay?”

all of your overwhelmed feelings come back to you at once, making you physically curl in on yourself, if only slightly. “i don’t. i’m not.” you flounder for words. “it was too loud.”

“the noise?” belphie repeats and you nod.

“i’m not great at situations like that.”

“i’m sorry,” he says falteringly. “then it’s my fault you were hurting. are hurting.”

“no-”

“yeah,” bephie insists, resigned. “it is. i started the fight, putting you in an environment that would hurt you.”

“you didn’t know,” you murmer, but he skaes his head.

“i shouldn’t have had to know.”

it’s quiet for a moment.

“is there anything you need?” belphie steps over satan, who’s slumped on the floor. “anything i can do to make it better?”

“i don’t know. i’m better, now,” you say, but he doesn’t seem appeased. “i’m just a little wrung out.”

“understandable,” belphie says. “just- let me know.”

“i will,” you promise. “but really, you being here, and it being quiet it already helping.”

“if you’re sure,” belphie agrees dubiously. “i can sit with you, if you’d like. we can go somewhere else so they’re-” he gestures to the rest of the brothers, “-not in the way.”

“that sounds nice.” you offer belphie your arm and he helps you up, hand lingering just a moment longer than it normally would. you don’t mind, though. the contact and warmth is nice, and he seems to get that, it the way he wraps his hand around your upper arm is any indication.

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