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moemammon · 4 years ago

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Can we get some hurt/comfort type stuff where the bros catch MC crying?

It's cool if not, drink water and remember that you're a really cool person ♡

"I Saw You Crying.. Are You Okay?" (Feat. The Demon Bros and GN!MC)

(Hurt comfort, angst, and feels of all varieties)

Enjoy❤️

Lucifer

When Lucifer caught you crying the moment you set your school bag down, he knew something was wrong. He likes to be aware of every situation if he's able, so seeing you like this and not knowing what's the matter is... troubling, to say the least.

He watches your demeanor as you slink off to your room, hoping no one stops you on your way there. He's the type to gather information before engaging, but it's not like he can figure anything out like this, so he goes after you.

He finds you curled up into a pitiful ball, sobbing into a pillow. It doesn't take long for his hand to find a place atop your head, gently petting your hair back. Lucifer doesn't speak, instead allowing you to initiate it first.

And whether or not you DO tell him what's wrong, he listens carefully and provides you comfort all the same. He knows that words can't always fix everything, but having someone to confide in can be a comfort.

"I'll stay here for as long as you need me. Ah, my work? Don't worry about that either. I doubt I could get anything done while worrying over you, MC."

Mammon

When Mammon spotted the tears streaking your cheeks, he immediately went into defensive mode. Can you blame him though? He's supposed to be your guardian! He's ready to fuckin FIGHT

And as such, he immediately hurried after you despite you trying to escape to the bathroom. He'll grab your arm, pull you close, and hurry you off to his room before his brothers can steal you

Promptly plops you down on the sofa and drapes his coat over you. He doesn't know what happened, but he wants names. And if that's not the case, he'll quickly calm down to listen to you.

Big bro has had his fair share of letting his baby brothers vent, so he's pretty good at this sort of thing. Actually, he tries his best to help out if he can. He might not be the best at it, but he means well. And he'll try especially hard if it means you'll smile again.

"Hey... look at me, MC. Crying outta nowhere like that... When something's botherin' ya, come to me. If it's enough to make ya cry, I wanna be involved."

Levi

Levi had been through enough to know the difference between eyes that were red form staying up late, and eyes that were red from crying. Sometimes he’d experience both, depending on what he might've been binging.

But in your case, your red eyes were caused by the latter, along with the sniffling you thought you could hide from him when you came into his room and asked if you could watch tv with him. Of course he agreed, and he gathered up his courage so that the moment you came close enough, he could pull you into his arms.

He's no good at stuff like this. He never thought of himself as the type that anyone would come to for comfort, and yet here you were, choosing his room as your sanctuary. There's no way he could deny you after you came so far!

Levi's definitely a good listener since he's not sure how to handle giving advice, and does his best to dish out distractions. Wanna play a game? He recently got a snack crate shipped in, full off all sorts of sweets! Wanna try some? And he just ordered a super cute sheep plush if you feel like hugging it. Or... you could hug him too, if you want.

"I know that.. things can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. And it probably doesn't help that you're away from your world. But if it's any comfort, y-you can always come here. You're my Henry-... no, you're my friend. So I want to make sure you're okay."

Satan

Satan caught sight of you scrubbing your eyes when you thought no one was watching, and would've assumed you got dust in your eye if he didn't notice how red your face was.

And the way you suddenly closed the book in your hands, put it in a random spot, and rushed off. You knew how Lucifer could be when it came to the organization of the library, so there's no way you'd risk a lecture over a simple mistake.

He hung back for a bit instead of pursuing you, because he knew how beneficial a little alone time could be when one was upset. But that doesn't mean he won't text you to see if you're alright.

When you reply, and grant him permission to see you after he asks for it, Satan arrives with extra blankets, herbal tea, and obviously, a few books. He'll ask if you want to talk about it, but if not, that's fine too.

"They say lavender chamomile tea works wonders for stress relief, and I can attest to that. I... don't know what's on your mind, and I know it can be difficult to put your feelings into words at times, but I'm here, even if you need to yell."

Asmo

When Asmo heard your sobs echoing from the bathroom, he either assumes that you A), poked yourself in the eye during your skincare routine he made you begin, or B), something was wrong.

And from the harsh sound of your cries, he figured it was the latter. There's no way he would let you endure any hardships alone! Asmo to the rescue!

He's quick to politely knock on the door, but doesn't wait for you to allow him access when he's already got it open and closes it behind himself. He gets one good look at you, and he's already cooing.

The boy cups your face and peppers it with little kisses, wiping your tears, smoothing your hair back, and ushering you over to sit in the side of the tub, so he can hug you tight.

"Darling, are you okay?? Look at the state of you... Shall I pamper your worries away with a nice bath? And when that's over, I plan to spoil you until you can't think of anything other than my beautiful face! I'll do anything to make you smile again."

Beel

Beel intended to go to your room to share a new flavor of potato chips with you, but instead was met with the sound of your shaking sobs from behind your closed door. That's all it takes for him to forget about the bags of chips in his arms.

They're discarded to the ground and he hesitates near your door for a moment, worry welling up within him. But Beel won't let you cry for long, because he's already entered your room and is sheepishly approaching your bed.

Without a word, the big ol bear gathers you into his arms for a tight hug, leaning into your shoulder and exhaling. You both stay in that position for a long, long while until your crying has calmed.

He pulls back to wipe your tears and snot, and gives you a worried look. What could've had you crying like this? Were you sad about something? You didn't seem physically hurt... Was someone mean to you? Was it Mammon-

"MC... please don't cry. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, and I won't let go of you. If you need to hit something, you can hit me. Should I stay here for the night? ....Belphie won't mind. I don't want you to be alone."

Belphie

Belphie didn't know why you weren't answering his texts, but while he normally wouldn't mind, he was desperate to have your attention. Or rather, he really wanted to hug you.

And it seemed you would need just that when he entered your room to find you all curled up under your blankets, hiccuping away the aftermath of a hard crying session. What could've had you in such a state was beyond him, but it bothered him to no end.

So Belphie did what he does best and invaded your space, curling up next to you to lay down and pull you into his arms. He doesn't say anything, only your soft sobs breaking the silence between you.

His hand gently rubs your back when he feels you shake, and he squeezes you a little tighter when you sniffle. Eventually, he looks down at you and moves the blankets from your face, his expression soft.

"...Feeling a little better now? I can't stand seeing you so upset. If someone hurt you, I'll take care of it. If not, I'll let you cry in my arms for as long as you need. And maybe you'll feel better after a nap, hm? Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years ago

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Beel Wants a Baby

Beelzebub x Fem!reader

Warnings: cunnilingus, breeding, semi-rough sex, pretty vanilla, unprotected sex, a hint of voyeurism bc ofc Belphie’s there, hints of MC being intimate with multiple brothers (that’s just how you play the game baybeee!), very slight, and i mean minuscule, daddy kink

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written for Obey Me! and I honestly needed to get this out of my head so I could focus on other projects lmao. Please be gentle. I’m new to the fandom. (Minors DNI)

It’s not the fanning of his warm breath against your skin that stirs you away from your slumber, nor is it the press of his soft lips against the hollow of your neck. You’re used to it by now - Beelzebub getting a little more cuddly after you’ve fallen asleep. It’s probably something he’s picked up from his twin. You like it. His presence is comforting, and his affections are never unwelcomed.

However, when air-light fingers slowly, sensually glide down your chest to your navel and his hand begins moving in soothing circles, tiny knots crowd your stomach, causing a pulse to begin between your legs. When you’re finally lucid, your toes curl and your thighs squeeze together. Your eyes flutter open, and you’re greeted with his appraising purple irises that gleam with adoration.

You lift a hand to his flushed cheek, cupping his face. He leans into your touch with a soft hum.

“What time is it, Beel?” You’re not too sure if it’s morning yet. Belphegor is still snoozing away in the bed next to Beelzebub’s, but that’s a given. Belphie would sleep until noon unless somebody did something about it. Despite being a little more alert, you can tell by the sleep under Beel’s eyes that he’s only been awake for a little longer than you have.

Beelzebub mumbles back a short, “dunno,” and that’s how you know it’s not exactly morning. He’d already be talking about breakfast if it were. You faintly wonder when his stomach will begin to growl, and if he’ll ask you to come to the kitchen with him. Before things can escalate to that, you lean up and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

What you think would be a simple peck—a light kiss before you fall back into bed, and turn away before he tries to tow you with him to get a pre-breakfast snack—turns into something much more. His kiss is deep—hungry in a way that only Beelzebub can manage while keeping it arousing. He parts your lips with a flick of his tongue and is quick to to gain as much from the exchange as he can manage. He groans lowly as his tongue grooves over yours, riffing up to stroke the roof of your mouth. All the while, his hands roam your body, moving over your sides to tighten on your hips. He pulls you against him, and you feel his erection press against your pelvis, which sends another excited flutter to your stomach.

You’re only able to breathe when Beelzebub breaks the kiss to move his lips back to your neck. What once was little lip nuzzles turns into sudden nips and harsh sucking. His tongue laves over you, trailing long, wet stripes over the most sensitive parts of your skin. He bites down when your body shudders underneath him. You moan, and despite knowing you’ll be reprimanded by Lucifer (and possibly even Mammon), for having dark spots around your neck, you weave your fingers through Beel’s ginger hair, and tug, asking him for more. He’s quick to oblige, making sure that both sides of your neck get an equal amount of sucking treatment.

When your hips buck, Beelzebub takes advantage of your position and begins grinding against you—the thin material of both of your pajama bottoms proves to be a useful form of friction. You can feel your arousal begin to pool as his cock slides against your entrance, teasing you, giving you a sample of what’s to come. But you’re far too impatient for that, and you find yourself cupping him, rubbing him through his smooth pants.

There’s a grunt, and suddenly Beelzebub is shifting his kisses lower, raising your shirt over your head so he can wrap his mouth around your right nipple while his hand tweaks and pinches your left. He bites down softly, eliciting a sweet mewl from you, only to have him chuckle and do the same to your left. Then he’s lowering himself, kissing your stomach over and over, petting you. It’s odd, but he’s giving quite a bit of attention to your stomach. You don’t mind too much, except your hips are more than a little sensitive, so when he kisses you there, he gets you squirming. But he doesn’t travel lower. He just keeps kissing your stomach...until he sighs.

“Beel? Baby?” You cast a glance down on him to see him eyeing your stomach almost solemnly. When his eyes meet yours, you see it: his sadness. His brows are knitted together, and he looks so hurt that it’s almost enough to make you cry. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips down to kiss your stomach again.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, reaching down to brush some hair out of his eyes.

He pauses. “Yeah.”

You lean up, still keeping your hand in his hair. Your fingers move down to tip his chin up at you so he’s looking at you again. “Want me to come with you to get something to eat?”

You definitely don’t want to stop here, and going to the kitchen would be a bit of a pain, but you can’t stand to see Beel looking this sad. You’d even walk with him all the way to Hell’s Kitchen if it meant seeing him smile again. But all he does is shake his head.

“I’m not hungry for food.” He drops another kiss, and you think you’re back on track, until his head touches your stomach again. He grimaces.

“Talk to me, Beel. What’s going on?” You’re more tentative now. Awake. You cradle his head in your hands and kiss his nose. “Why are you sad?”

“I had a dream.”

Oh…

Beelzebub has told you about his dreams. Memories from the Celestial War—memories about Lilith, shot down right in front of him. You hadn’t truly been there, so you don’t share his trauma, but you know it haunts him, and you want to be there for him, especially during bad nights.

“I’m sorry, Bee. I know how those bad dreams make you feel. We can talk about it, if you’d like. Or...I could distract you.”

Again, he shakes his head. “I’m not sad because it was a bad dream. I’m sad because it was a good dream.” His eyes fall down to your stomach. “It was such a good dream. And it wasn’t real.”

You begin to move your hand away from him, but he catches you, and kisses the carpal side of your palm. “I want it to be real,” he says, “so badly.”

“Yeah?” You ask as Beel’s lips slowly travel up your arms. He pulls you against him, crowding you in what would be a loving embrace if it weren’t for his tongue sliding against your neck again. When you speak, it’s broken—breathy and needy. “H-how can I help? Can...we make it real?”

He lets out a low sort of hum as his hand slips down your body and into your pajamas shorts. Fingers find your center, and you gasp when he begins to pet you through your already damp panties.

“Lay back,” he commands in a whisper, decidedly dropping the subject. You’re suddenly struck with Beelzebub’s change in expression. He no longer looks sad. Instead, there’s a determined shine in his eye. You can feel the heat of his ravenous intensity as you lay your head back on the pillow, shuffling out of your shorts. He moves south and spreads your legs apart so you’re open and ready. He plants an open-mouthed kiss over your clothed slit before his tongue slips up the length of you. He hums in appreciation, always loving the taste of you, even through your panties.

Tugging the thin barrier between you and his mouth to the side, Beel’s demon tongue slues out, hungrily lapping up your arousal. He’s a little sloppy and relentless as he runs long, languid strokes between your lips, but there’s method to his madness as far as your clit is concerned. The tip of his tongue barely teases it, but it’s enough to get your rocking against his mouth. As hungry as Beel usually is, when it comes to you, he’s much more likely to play with his food before his meal.

He hooks his arms around your legs to hold you in place before his long tongue dives deep into your cunt.

“O-oh!” You choke out a moan, surprised by how full you feel with just his tongue. “Beel, god, that’s—nnnh!”

“Shhh.” He slides out of you, offering your throbbing pussy little kitten licks before saying, “don’t want to wake Belphie.”

He wraps his mouth around your clit and begins to suck. His fingers prods your entrance, and he doesn’t spare another second before his large digits are halfway in. He pumps himself in and out of you, curling his fingers to the press against that spongey button that drives you crazy. You have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from growing louder, but still you’re whining through it, stirring Beelzebub on.

Soon you find your thighs clamping down on his head. Your heart pounds and blood rushes down to your center. You moan, halfway whining your way through climax as Beelzebub continues to devour you. He doesn’t stop until you’re done shaking and practically yanking on his hair to pry him off of you. He has a smug look on his face—a rare sight for Beel—as he licks residual slick off of his fingers.

“Was that good?” He asks, though you know that he knows it was.

“Incredible,” you pant, still trembling a bit.

He chuckles and sits up right, pulling his pajama bottoms down to reveal his thick, throbbing member. The tip glistens with a thick hint of precum, and he uses it as lubrication to begin pumping himself.

While you slip out of your panties, you ask, “do you have something? For...protection?”

His eyes fall over your naked body and he shakes his head.

“I don’t want to use any,” he says, looming over you. He presses his cockhead against your still-sensitive clit and begins rubbing himself against you.

“But, Beel-!” You’re silenced by his mouth slamming into yours. He pulses against you, sliding his cock against your waiting, plush entrance. He groans into the kiss before pulling away, a string of saliva connected his lips to yours.

“I want a baby,” he whispers gruffly.

“A-? A baby?!”

“You were so happy in my dream,” he continues, one hand traveling back to your stomach as he continues to grind against you. “You had this cute little bump and you were so excited for her.”

“A girl?” You ask, eyes widening in disbelief. Beelzebub hums a conformation and kisses your cheek softly.

“We were gonna have a little baby girl and we were going to name her Lilith,” he explains, mouth raking over your ear. “I want to make you that happy in real life. Let me inside. Let me put a baby in you.”

This is definitely a subject that warrants a longer discussion, but you’re unable to say that when Beelzebub once again bites into your neck. You cry out, hips bucking up, allowing him direct access into your cunt. He slides in with a groan, and you are absolutely lost to him.

He pushes in deep, the feeling of his unwrapped cock filling you up in one delicious thrust. Your mouth falls open on a broken moan, and that’s when his muscular arms wrap around you, caging you against him as he begins to groove into you.

Beelzebub is strong, but he’s a gentle giant. He’s always been so careful to not hurt you when he fucks you, but this is different. He starts off at his usually benevolent pace, moving his hips so he hits just the right spot, but when his hand moves over your stomach to feel his cock pressing up against you, something in him switches. His thrusts become more relentless and he even bares his teeth when you reach out to stroke his muscular chest.

He lifts legs over his shoulders, folding you against yourself, and slams into with so much force, you find yourself yipping. He kisses you with bruising intensity, tongue greedily twining with yours before he’s pulling away, growling I love you’s and I’m gonna make you so happy.

“Happy,” you echo in a half-dazed state. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked this roughly. Lucifer sure likes using toys to make you scream, but when he’s inside you, he’s more charitable than anything else. Beelzebub is being greedy, and you would have half a mind to say that he’s using you, if it didn’t feel so good.

“Bee,” you whimper as you feel a tightening in your center. “Feels so good, baby! Please don’t stop!”

His response is to hiss through his teeth and move his fingers in ceaseless circles around your clit. “You’re gonna come for me, baby girl?” He kisses you. “You’re gonna make me a daddy?”

“Ahhh! Yes!”

Beelzebub drops one of your legs and holds the other spread farther out. “Use your words, little one,” he commands, panting. “Say, I wanna have your baby, daddy.”

You repeat his words, albeit breathlessly, right before incurring the crackling of sparks of an oncoming orgasm. You clench around him, chanting your pleas, locking your arms around his neck. He kisses you deeply, silencing your warbling cries, and as you lose yourself, spasming around him, he releases a long groan, jetting out white hot seed into your throbbing cunt.

The two of you stay like that, connected, breathing together, kissing each other, and loving every second of it. He whispers to you, apologizing for getting a little out of control, and you smile and kiss his nose, making sure he knows it’s okay. He tells you that he’s excited, that you’re going to be a beautiful mother, and that he can’t wait to be your baby’s daddy. All you can do is smile and let him tuck you against him after he pulls out.

You’re not sure what to think about having a kid with Beelzebub—with any of the demon brothers, for that matter. But you’ll be sure to talk to him more about later in the morning. He’ll be sure to want a repeat of what just happened—Beelzebub is as gluttonous as they come—but for now, you’ll be happy being held in his embrace.

Until, of course, his stomach begins to growl.

“Hmph!” He’s quick to complain.

“Do you want me to come with you to the kitchen?” You offer.

“No, I’ll be fine.” He kisses the back of your neck before sliding out of bed. “I woke you up, after all. You rest.”

You hum back to him, thanking him as he walks out of his shared room, then snuggle up to Beelzebub’s pillow, already missing his warmth. It’s not long before you’re dozing back to sleep, and a new presence dips into Beel’s bed.

You feel his hands roam over your bare back before he speaks.

“Now, that’s no fair…” Belphegor's voice is crackly with sleep as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. His breath is hot with envy and need while his arms wrap around your torso. “What if I want you to have my baby?”

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demonicheadcanons · 4 years ago

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Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that…

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me requests #obey me scenarios

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hallowxiu · 4 years ago

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Mammon’s Valentine

pairing: mammon x gn!mc

word count: 2.4k

summary: You decide to get a Valentine's gift for each of the brothers, starting with Mammon.

a/n: i know this is late but i wanted to do it anyway lol also, let me know if you want any for the undateables. i’m going to write one for each brother, but was unsure for the side characters.

part one of the valentine’s day series

“Have you ever heard of Valentine’s Day?” It was an innocent question, one that had been lingering on your mind for a while. As you slowly spin around in circles on your desk chair, you wait for Mammon’s answer. The holiday was just around the corner, and you were hoping you could do something special for the boys, something to show them how much they meant to you. Of course, you wouldn’t be surprised if at least some of them knew about the holiday, but you’d like it to be a surprise. You wanted to give all of them something unique, something that you thought would fit each of their personalities. While you had plenty of ideas for some of the brothers, others, well…

“Never heard of it.”

A smile formed on your lips from the demon’s response. That’s what you were ideally hoping for; you thought he’d have the cutest reaction to being surprised. Plus, if he was unaware of the holiday, he wouldn’t be suspicious or expecting anything from you. It was perfect for the most part. However… Mammon was one of the brothers you struggled with when thinking up ideas. Not only did Mammon own just about anything he’d ever want, but he also had the money to buy whatever he wanted.

You could work with this, at least. “Say, Mammon, are you prepared for the exam tomorrow?” You decided to change the topic before he had the chance to ask you about it. “I can help you study if you want. Since it’s all about human history, I’m pretty much considered an expert at this.” You send him a cheeky wink, to which the white-haired demon finds himself blushing over.

“I’ll have ya know that I’m plenty prepared!” His cheeks puff out as his eyebrows furrowed together. “But if you’re that desperate to spend time with me, then I won’t tell ya no…”

It’s been nearly a full day since you last spent time with Mammon. The two of you have already taken your exams, and now you were left to focus on a gift you could give the demon. A few ideas have popped into your head since then, but none of them seemed good enough in your opinion. Buying him something was out of the question; anything nice that he would like you could hardly afford. And while you did want to spoil him, you just didn’t have the means to do so.

It was when you were lounging across Asmodeus’ bed, the two of you having your usual gossip session that you came up with an idea. You were scrolling through your D.D.D and landed on an ad for stuffed animals. They were cute and small, and something Mammon would probably enjoy. However, you could do one better. Why not try to make it yourself? “Hey, Asmodeus,” you glance over at the demon who’s applying makeup in front of his mirror, “do you have any thread or fabric I could use? I want to try making a stuffed animal.”

Asmodeus glances back at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “A stuffed animal? That’s cute! However, I don’t think I have any fabric that would be good for something like that.” You frown at his words, though nod your head. You supposed you could always just go out and buy some yourself. “Oh!” Asmodeus snaps his fingers as a sudden thought comes to him. “Why don’t you ask Leviathan? He’s always making clothes for cosplay, and I know he can make plushies. I’ve even seen him make a pillow for Belphie once.”

“That’s a great idea!” You beam at the thought and hop off his bed. “Thanks, Asmo!” You place a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his room.

You weren’t completely hopeless when it came to the art of making plushies. You had made a panda once, and you even gave it to Mammon afterward when he seemed to like it. That being said, you were hoping that Leviathan would lend you the items you needed. However, it was always hard to tell with Leviathan depending on his mood. You’re sitting on one of his bean bags as you watch the blue-haired demon play one of his games. He had invited you in some time ago, though he told you to keep your business to yourself until he finished the current level he was on. That was… five levels ago.

“Levi?” You fiddle with your fingers as you watch the character on the screen fight a dragon. You weren’t sure if he was winning or not. “I actually dropped by to ask you a question.”

“Can it wait?” The demon asks between the sounds of buttons being smashed. “I’m trying to beat this level and talking to you distracts me. I need the utmost amount of focus to get past this level. I want to be the first one to clear this level,” he glances over at you briefly before bringing his attention back to the screen, “it shouldn’t be too much longer.” It had already been thirty minutes.

A sigh leaves you as you settle into the bag. “I just wanted to borrow some items from you so I could make you and Mammon a Valentine’s gift.” You watch with a concealed smile as Leviathan immediately freezes. While this was supposed to be a gift for Mammon, you did need ideas for Leviathan as well, and you figured that plushies would also be in the realm of things he liked. Plus, you knew this would speed things up for you. After all, you only had a few days before Valentine’s Day and you needed gifts for all the brothers. That would be no small feat.

“Y-You…” He’s looking at you with wide eyes, the controller now on the floor. You watch as the screen flashes a “GAME OVER” message. “You wanted to make me a Valentine’s gift? Someone as socially awkward as me? Me and Mammon? Sure, I understand the appeal of making a gift for someone as cool as Mammon, but me? A yucky otaku?” You stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“Yes, Leviathan. I wanted to make you a Valentine’s Day gift.” You left out the part where you’d be making everyone a Valentine’s gift; you figured he didn’t need to know that.

With a bright red face, he gets up from where he was sitting and brings you over to one of his drawers. “Everything I have to make crafts with is in here. Take whatever you want.” He has an arm covering his face before hurrying out of the room. You watch with a smile before returning to the task at hand.

“Wow,” you look up from where you’re sitting on your bedroom floor to see Asmodeus leaning on your doorframe. You were in the middle of putting together the first plush for Mammon. You were surrounded by pieces of fabric and sewing string, and you may or may not have pricked yourself a couple of times in the process. Bandaids littered your fingers and Asmodeus found himself chuckling. “You are a disaster with a needle, my love.”

“So I’m finding out.” You respond, your attention still on the plush in your hands. “But it’s coming together nicely, don’t you think? It’s definitely better than the panda I made.”

“It was very homemade.” Asmodeus agrees. “But that was the charm.”

“So I’ve heard.” You hum while working on the plush. “I figured a golden-colored cat would be good for Mammon. I know he isn’t Satan, but he also has a soft spot for cats.” You can hear Asmodeus hum in approval while he sits across from you. “This is leagues above the panda plush.” You’re looking down at the cat in approval, holding it up so you can check it out from every angle. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Asmodeus stares at you with a quirked brow. “Darling, he’ll like anything you give him. You could gift him a rock with a bow tied around it and he’d get all red in the face while swearing up and down that it’s the nicest gift anyone’s given him.” You laugh at Asmodeus’ honesty. You weren’t sure that was quite true, but you were happy to hear it nonetheless. “I’m assuming this is for Valentine’s Day?”

“I figured you’d know about the holiday.” It didn’t come as a surprise that the Avatar of Lust knew about a human holiday centered around love. “Yes, I plan on giving a gift to each of you.” Secrets were always out the window when Asmodeus was involved. “I figured I’d get a head start with Mammon’s.”

“Smart. He’d become the next Avatar of Envy if he saw you giving a gift to anyone else before him.” Asmodeus chuckles as he gets back up. “I’ll leave you to it then. Can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.” There’s a cheeky smile on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Easy tiger.”

You nervously linger by Mammon’s bedroom door. You’d been standing outside his room for the last five minutes, unsure if you should make yourself known or not. You didn’t know why you were suddenly nervous to give him his gift; maybe he wouldn’t like it? Then again, Asmodeus was confident that Mammon would like anything you gave him. Clearing your throat, you bring up your hand to knock on his door.

Within seconds it swings open, revealing a red-faced Mammon. You tilt your head to the side, confused as to why he’s so red. “What’s up?” You asked with a small smile.

“You’re askin’ me what’s up? Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that?” Fair point. With that, you find yourself stepping around the other and walking into his room.

“I brought you something.”

“I brought ya somethin’.”

The two of you stare at each other in silence before Mammon awkwardly clears his throat. “Uh, y-you go first.” His face has become redder since you first walked in.

“Okay,” You eye him cautiously before holding out the bag in front of you. “I brought you something for Valentine’s Day. I know you don’t know much about it, but in the human realm, it’s a day where you show the people you love how much you care about them. It can be for family, friends, or partners.” There's a smile on your lips as you explain the holiday to Mammon. “I thought it would be fun, so I made you a gift!” Shyly, you hold the bag out for Mammon to take. The demon, who looks as if he might faint from the slightest bit of movement, takes the bag from you. He carefully opens it, a dopey smile blooming across his lips as he pulls out the stuffed cat. “What… what do you think?” This time it’s you who’s feeling shy.

“I love it.” He responds in a dreamy voice. “It’s goin’ right with the panda. They’ll be best friends.” A relieved laugh leaves you, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

“That makes me happy to hear, Mammon!” You pause when remembering that the other also had something to say when you came in. “But what was it you were saying earlier?”

“O-Oh, right.” And just like that, the second eldest is fumbling with his words again, nearly dropping the bag and the plush in the process. Quickly, he puts the gift down on his shelf and dashes toward his bed. “I, uh, well-- when ya asked me about Valentine’s Day the other day, I ended up doin’ some research. I wanted to know what you were talkin’ about, and then I saw it was a holiday that ya celebrated with those closest to ya.” He’s finding it hard to speak as he grabs something, hiding it behind his back before you could see it. “And, and so I decided I should get ya somethin’ since we’re close and all.” You think he might pass out if he keeps going. “But don’t get the wrong idea! I’m only doin’ this so ya don’t feel left out and all. Ya should feel honored that The Great Mammon would even spend time on ya.”

You laugh quietly as you watch Mammon fumble around with whatever he’s holding. There’s a lightness in your chest, and you can’t help but feel happy. “You’re saying that you got me something for Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes!” Before you can process what’s happening, Mammon’s shoving something into your arms. You look down to see a box of chocolates and a small white card. “Just-- just don’t let Beel around the chocolates. The second he catches wind about it they’ll be devoured.” He’s looking at his door as he talks to you, trying to find anything else to keep his eyes on. “So… I just hope ya like it. I know it’s not much but…”

“I love it.” There’s a bright smile on your lips as you stare down at the chocolate. “And the card, did you make that yourself? It’s beautiful.” His cheeks are redder now.

“Yeah, I had some time to myself and when I researched it, I was told that Valentine’s Day gifts are better homemade. It uh, the card,” he takes a deep breath, “it says how much I cherish our friendship.” He blows air into his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment.

“It’s perfect.” With this, he finally looks at you. “I really do love it. It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your cheeks are becoming warm and you’re sure you’re sporting a similar look to Mammon now. “If you want, do you maybe want to share the chocolates with me? And we can spend the rest of the day watching movies.”

“Just the two of us?” He’s trying not to sound too hopeful, though the look on his face is hard to miss.

“Just the two of us.”

A wide smile forms on his lips and he tugs at his jacket. “Well, I suppose if the human wants to spend their day with The Great Mammon, who am I to tell them no?”

#drabbles #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me imagine #mc x mammon #mammon x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mc is gn #reader is gender neutral #mc is gender neutral

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thenextchapter22 · 4 years ago

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Stuffies

PART 2! Sleeping in the Devildom!

Description: Your first night was an easy sleep, but your second not so much...

or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.

Pairing(s): NONE!

Word Count: 1,615

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: Okay so I was not expecting so many likes for this, but thank you very much to all those reading! :3 I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Part One

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Sleeping in your room while several demons slept in the same hallway was actually pretty easy the first night. You had passed out in the shockingly comfortable bed after dinner with the brothers (and wow was that a crazy time, you lived alone so you always ate alone and the banter was fun to watch, but the food was weird too) and snuggled close with your Panda stuffed animal Po, rubbing your cheek and nose in the ultra-soft plush tummy of the black and white bear that was about the size of a pillow. You even woke up with drool on her.

The first morning before school you had an eventful time meeting angels. Simeon was so pretty and kind, and Luke was hilarious with his huffing and puffing, but super energetic.

They didn’t seem to mind your stuffed animals, either, which was great. You said you stopped caring what people thought, but these were… immortal beings… so it was a little bit different than normal ‘people’.

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Meeting the Angels

It was the morning of your first day at RAD and the room was full of demons, waiting for the new arrivals. You sat on the sofa between Belphie, who was falling asleep into his pillow, and Asmo, who was looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his eyeliner. Why, you weren’t sure. He looked gorgeous. You wore very little on your face, only a bit of liner and Chap Stick that was cherry flavored.

You held one of your oldest stuffed animals to your chest, trying to comfort yourself as best as you could. Meeting the Demons first was so shocking you didn’t realize how much it would have helped to have a soft or squishy friend in your arm until now.

Then, they strolled into the room. Lucifer stood to greet them, nodding his hellos, while you stared in awe. They gave off an aura that was so beautiful. Not a visible one, but it was like your soul was brighter, and your eyes were more open.

There were two of them, one was taller with dark hair, and the other shorter with blonde hair. Both wore white outfits, but had no wings which was sad. But you had only seen a few demonic forms so far—Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, his butler, and Lucifer, when you first came yesterday—so it wasn’t that surprising they would look human. It was probably easier to maneuver in hallways without huge wings or appendages like tails.

“And this is our newest human student.”

Oh, you were being introduced. You stood up and nodded your head, smiling a little shakily at them as Lucifer gestured to you. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Simeon, the angel who seemed to know Lucifer after watching how they interacted, gave you a handshake that was elegant in the way he held your own hand like you were a princess or something. “A pleasure to meet you as well.”

The smaller one, named Luke, glanced up at you with a wide grin and said something of the same, but didn’t shake your hand. “You’re so pretty! And—oh, what is that? Is that a dog? You brought a dog to the Devildom?! Simeon, I want to bring a pet, pleeease?” He turned his eyes to the taller angel and begged.

Simeon chuckled. He pat Luke’s little head and the blonde haired angel huffed. “Celestial Pets would not survive here unfortunately. And I don’t think it’s a real dog, Luke.”

You shook your head. “Nope, it’s my stuffed animal. His name’s Fido. I know, super original, but I’ve had him since I was a kid.” You held him out for them to see. He was about 10 inches and was squeezable, and you felt he was perfect to take on your first day at RAD.

Simeon smiled kindly. “He’s lovely. Do you have others?”

Mammon spoke up from his place behind you on a separate piece of furniture. “Oh yea, loooads of ‘em. The entire bedroom is full, it’s insane.”

There was a smack, then a moan from the Greed Demon. “Shut up, Mammon, you insensitive prick,” Satan spoke up. “We’ve all got our collections.”

You were surprised Satan defended you but also happy about it. Knowing Mammon from the breakdown you had yesterday, he probably didn’t mean it to be insensitive, he just spoke before thinking.

“Well, then, I look forward to seeing more of your collection.”

Luke agreed. “Oh, me too! Do you have any with wings? Like a dove, or a peacock, or what about a flamingo!?”

And you all chatted for a bit, and you felt pretty excited for your first day. You were told you were going to meet one more person at RAD, and it had you giddy. Would they be just as kind? You hoped…

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So yes, the first night was good, but after your first day at RAD—and that was a whole other story on craziness that included being overloaded with information on demon history and new math you would probably be terrible at, and also potions was a scary subject because you immediately thought of Harry Potter, and not to mention the many, many demons looking at you and probably wanting to either eat you or kill you—you just could not shut your eyes the second night.

It was past 11pm, the second day of school was tomorrow, and you had to get a good night’s sleep. It was obvious Lucifer demanded good grades from everyone. Sleep was an important part of that.

Maybe an almost midnight snack would help?

So you got up, put on a sweater over your long sleeved pajamas because it was pretty cold here at night, put your fuzzy pink slippers on, tucked Po under your arm, and went down the hallway as quiet as a mouse. You had a surprisingly good memory of places, and mazes were easy for you, and seeing as this house was a maze you found the kitchen quick.

You poured yourself a glass of milk—it looked like milk, and smelled like it, so you prayed it was milk—and sat on the barstool drinking it. Warm milk would be better, or tea, but you didn’t want to open cupboards and have anything bang or start the oven or stove, it looked way different from the ones at home.

There was a flickering of light in the corner of your eyes. You followed it to a room with books stacked high along the walls, and a couch and chairs around a fire going all by itself with brick towering above. Magic, perhaps, kept it burning.

The couch facing it directly was cozy looking so you sat on it, and sipped your milk staring into the hearth. Fire danced in your eyes and it hypnotized you. The warmth was great, and cascaded over your body like you were sunbathing. You liked the sun but heat without light was better, and this was perfect.

You found your eyes shutting and quickly placed Po beneath your head and yawned. Then you drifted into dreamland for a while, the heartbeat of the fire lulling you.

A soft touch on your body woke you up from slumber. The fire was blocked by a body, and your eyes opened and you glanced up to see Belphegor with his own black and white companion, his pillow, and noticed a blanket thrown over your body.

“The fire goes out at 4am, so you’ll get cold,” he said monotonously, then went to the next couch over and copied your position of laying on your side cuddled to your panda stuffie but him with his pillow instead, and you watched as he transformed in the blink of an eye. He was like a cow-hybrid, and had the tail just like one. He also had curled up horns, and you remember seeing those on other transformed demons. Was that a trait they all had?

His eyes glowed purple when he looked at you, mesmerizing like the fire but in a different sense. “Sleep, it’s late,” he said, curling his tail over himself like a small blanket.

And you did sleep, sort of instantly, too, the Sloth Demon following suit. It was probably one of the best nights of sleep you had in a long time.

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“Aahhh~~ So cuuuteee!!”

The sound of photos being taken from a phone, and the squealing, woke you up. It felt too early, and you groaned, pressing your entire face into Po. “Uhhh, noo mom, please turn off the lights,” you begged.

A soft coo, then a poke to your cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s time to get up, although I hate to move you looking so darn adorable.”

You blinked away sleep and groaned, rolling your head back to see Asmodeus standing over you, dressed for the day in his uniform, and his D.D.D in hand, and still snapping pictures of you with it.

You covered your face with one hand. “No, stop,” you sleepily pleaded. “Too early, ‘m ugly.”

He shushed you and tapped your hand until it moved, and giggled when you cried as he took another picture. “You’re second to me in beauty, darling, don’t say such things! You and your cute little stuffed Panda bear, this is Devilgram worthy~”

There was a soft chuckle, and you shot your head over to see Belphie laughing at your face. “Beware, Asmo will post that almost instantly.”

“Already done!” the Lust avatar declared. “You’re famous, my dear~” he winked.

“You guys are so mean,” you pouted, shoving your face into Po. But little did they know, you were smiling the entire time.

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nyxdelanuit · 4 years ago

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We All Fall From Heaven

Hello my little constellations! @mammonrights and I are bringing you a fun little treat! We’re collabing on We All Fall From Heaven, a Yandere House of Lamentation series c: That being said, please be aware of the tags, and enjoy! I also will not be adding my usual tag list to this due to the themes involved, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON/NONCON, Abusive/Obsessive Relationships, Branding/Marking, Choking and of course, SMUT ABOUND~ Please be sure to mind the tags <3

You belatedly thought you should have been more nervous being an exchange student in the Devildom, but it was hard to be when everyone was so welcoming. It was a little disorienting, suddenly being thrust into a different place with several big, attractive people waiting for you. But Diavolo welcomed you with open arms.

You weren't even the first, apparently there had been a regular human exchange student before you. She had even come back for a second year before finding her happy ending with an angel. Simeon, they called him, and though you thought you saw anger on the faces of your hosts, it was quickly brushed off as they explained what the next year would look like for you.

You were welcomed into their home warmly by all except Mammon. He had huffed off after Lucifer told him your room arrangements weren't up for negotiation, which you hadn't quite understood. You were in awe of your room, comfy and full of lush vegetation. One of the other brothers- Levi, if you remembered correctly- laughed and said he was still hung up on the normie that was here before you. None of the other brothers seemed too concerned about it, so you let the issue drop and focused on enjoying your time here.

The first few weeks passed quickly, especially with all the brothers eager to spend time with you. Asmo was quick to talk you into weekly at-home spa dates, Beel took you out to all of his favorite restaurants, Mammon eventually warmed up to you and roped you into his schemes- which rarely worked but were too fun to turn down, Levi was quick to drag you down the rabbit holes of Devildom anime and games, Satan offered a quiet space for reading and someone to study with, and Lucifer… while he was more aloof than the other brothers, he still took time out of his schedule to enjoy downtime with you. There was one, though, that was glued to your side from day one.

Belphie. He hung off your arm everywhere you went, and if it was anyone else, you'd be concerned at how easily he convinced you to start taking naps with him. But he was the Avatar of Sloth, and he curled up next to you so sweetly, who wouldn't want to lay next to him after seeing him sleep so peacefully? He always made sure you had pleasant dreams and woke up feeling rested. So you let him hang off you as you walked the halls of RAD and the house, and you weren't even surprised when you awoke to Belphie cuddled up to your side in your bed. He had told you he slept better when he was next to someone anyways.

It was one of the few times that you weren't used to prop Belphie up as you walked home from RAD. He had gone home early to nap, but the other brothers were called to an emergency student council meeting. You were sent home with the instruction to wake Belphie and send him to the meeting, and you were a bit uneasy with the idea of waking Belphie on your own. You had heard the stories…

You found him in the attic, one of the nap spots he had shown you after you had grown close. It was probably the third or fourth place you had checked, and all the stairs paired with the long day had made you a bit tired. Seeing Belphie all curled up on the bed made you want to lay next to him, but Lucifer’s wrath was more pressing.

“Belphie-boo, you gotta get up.” You crawled up next to him and shook his shoulder lightly. He wasn’t even stirring from his sleep, so you took the chance to run your fingers through his hair. He always liked that when he was awake, so maybe he would wake in a better mood this way. His hair was silky under your touch, and you noticed one bleary eye open to you. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Lucifer sent me to tell you there’s a student council meeting you need to get to.” This seemed to wake him up. You weren’t sure why, as you had seen him sleep through the meetings multiple times.

"So, you're saying you came home by yourself?" Belphie sat up and clutched at the hand that was in his hair. You nodded, a bit nervous at the glint in his eyes. Your nerves only worsened as he began chuckling, pushing you down to the plush of the mattress. "You silly human, coming home all alone to wake a demon." He crawled over you as he spoke, caging you in.

"The last one left us for an angel. We used to be angels, too, you know? But we weren't good enough for her to stay. You won't leave us, though, will you?" You froze, uncertain of how to respond. You loved it here, you really did, but you had family to return to.

“I won’t let you anyways. Especially now that I’ve got you alone.” His hand played with the tie of your uniform, slowly pulling it undone. The buttons unhooked under his deft fingers, revealing your bare collarbone to him. “I messed up bad with the last one. I was locked in here for so long, and I didn’t have long enough to convince them to stay. I won’t make the same mistake twice.” His head dipped to your neck, laying a delicate kiss to the sensitive skin.

“Belphie, I-” Your hands tried to push at his chest, but he easily caught them in his hands, transferring the one wrist to the other hand, pinning you to the bed.

"Don't be so coy now, you've let me into your bed so easily up til now. What's going a little bit further?" You could feel his grin on your shoulder as he chuckled. The warmth of his breath on your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and you tried to fight the heat collecting in your stomach. "I've seen the way you look at all of us. Just stay with me and Beel, we'll treat you like a princess. Most of the time, at least." His free hand took to your shirt again, unbuttoning faster than you thought the Avatar of Sloth could move. You struggled in earnest when you were exposed to his gaze, dark and wanting. Part of you knew, knew that he was right and that you had no hope of fighting against a demon.

With one hand, Belphie had stripped you of all clothes save for your underwear. His fingers traced the pattern of your bra absentmindedly as he leaned back to look at you. "You look so cute like this, shaking underneath me." Before you could retort, his mouth was on yours. His kiss was lazy, more aligned with the Belphie you knew instead of the demon atop you. You were so comforted by this that you hadn't fought him when his tongue softly traced the seam of your lips, exploring your taste like ambrosia.

While you were distracted by his leisurely kissing, his hands roamed your body, sneaking under the hem of your panties. You couldn’t help the pathetic whine as he carefully ran a finger through your slick. “Who are you fighting, little human? Everyone but you seems to know you want this. Even your body knows. Just give in.” It was hard to refute him when his fingers started plunging into you at an unforgiving pace. His hands seemed to be working at a different wavelength, as his sleepy kisses were still being peppered over your neck and face.

Tears pricked at your eyes, your head unable to reconcile the Belphie you knew with the one currently pistoning his fingers in and out of your heat. You barely even struggled as Belphie ripped your bra from your chest, your panties following soon after. "You know what's funny? We all had pacts with her, and she still left. You won't, though, I won't let you leave. You'll learn to love me. Then we can live together: you, me, and Beel." Energy seemed to course through him as he rushed out of his clothes. The most you could do was rise on shaking arms while he undressed, but the tell-tale sound of Belphie morphing into his demon form told you that you'd never even reach the door.

"You belong to me now." He loomed over your body, bare chest pressed to your back as your shuddering arms threatened to collapse underneath you. A gasp passed through your lips as his dick slid through your dripping slit and pressed in without warning. The breath was pushed from your lungs as he thrust in, your arms finally giving out as you landed face-first in the tangle of blankets. Belphie only pushed you down further, spreading your legs out to allow him to thrust deeper into your heat. You scrambled to get breath into your lungs before he bucked into you again, all the air leaving you with a keening cry.

"You're so cute when you struggle, you know that, right?" He cooed above you, dragging a hand through your hair much too gently for how he ravaged you. His head dropped to the back of your neck as he sped up, and you were vaguely grateful that he at least made sure you were prepped beforehand. Your hands tugged at the blanket, bunching it under your hips and unwillingly propping yourself up to meet his thrusts. With the angle you had inadvertently placed yourself at, Belphie's cock was relentlessly dragging at your sweet spot. He lifted his head to lick a line up the curve of your shoulder. "You sound so sweet, screaming for me, little human. Better than any lullaby. I promise you'll love me. The last human may have gotten my pact, but you're going to be special. You're going to get my mark." His hand drifted from the painful grip on your hips to delicately wrap around your throat. "Should I put it here? My brothers might get jealous if they see it." His manic giggle reverberated through your skin as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. His pace was relentless, desperate as he whined against you. You let out a choked sob at the thought of his brothers seeing his mark on you, which only seemed to rile Belphie up. "No, I want it to be somewhere secret. Just for you and me. And Beel, I can share when I want to." His hand slowly trailed down your body, absentmindedly groping at your breast before following the curve of your hip down.

His fingers dipped to your swelling cunt, swiping over your clit a few times until you started squirming against his hold. "Such a good little human, such a good little pet." He cooed in your ear, the loving tone in his voice a chilling contrast from the snap of his hips against your ass. His hand finally ceased their journey on the top of your thigh. "I'm going to lay my head on your lap every night and know that my mark is right there." The glee in his voice sent a chill through your veins before fire flooded your body. His hand burned against your thigh, a pure red hot agony. You clenched against his length, pulling a lewd moan from him. "Oh, such a good girl, take it. Take my mark, take everything. You're never leaving me now."

You were so thankful that the pain receded that you didn’t fight the crest of pleasure you rode on after. Belphie groaned, his sweaty forehead braced against your back as he flooded your pussy with his essence. His cum stained your insides, dripping down past where you were joined.

Belphie fell back onto the bed, an exhausted sigh filling the air. He pulled you to lay next to him, and you sought the solace of his familiar touch. You hid your face in his shoulder as he spoke soft affirmations in your hair.

"Hush, the worst part is over. You're mine now, and me and Beel will take such good care of you." The kiss on your crown was too soft, too loving, too much like the Belphie you thought you knew. His hands drew shapes against your bare back, and you hated that it calmed you down. You should be running, you should be looking for one of his brothers to help. But Belphie had been your closest friend here… Who's to say their reaction would be any better.

Belphie gently extracted you from his hold before gathering his clothes and slipping back into them without a care in the world. “I have to go to this meeting before Lucifer punishes us both.” Even after all Belphie had done, the threat of Lucifer’s punishment still made you scared. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He moved to hold you to his chest, laying a soft kiss to your lips, like a lover would.

As Belphie’s hand traced the delicate lines of the sigil inked into your thigh, you finally realized. For the first time, you truly understood you were surrounded by demons. You hadn’t known what you were signed up for.

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majolishious · 5 years ago

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Could we have the boys' reactions to MC being turned into a toddler? Maybe it's for a week and they all get to take care of MC for one day? >.

This was a lot of fun to write! Sorry about the wait, I hope you enjoy this ❤️

【House of Lamentation】

They all want to scream when they see Solomon holding the tiny toddler version of you. Solomon was trying to stifle a nervous laugh as 7 demons murdered him with their eyes, but he still tried to be reassuring by telling them the spell should wear off in a week, and quickly left you in their capable hands.

They kept a careful watch over you while deciding on what to do for that week, they came to the conclusion that it would be best if each of them took turns babysitting you, until you were back to normal.

【Lucifer - Day 1】

As the oldest, he took charge and made the first day his shift - he regretted it almost immediately as you tried to throw his important documents into the fire. His room and study aren’t exactly equipped for children, be he tries to find ways to keep you entertained that don’t involve you hurting yourself or destroying something. He manages to get you to play quietly after he took you out to buy some toys; since he figured you’d need them for the week-long ordeal, and despite saying he was going to work, as soon as you crept up to him, holding onto the plush rabbit he bought, he melted and pulled you up to sit on his lap, easing you down for a nap while he slowly and quietly worked away.

【Mammon - Day 2】

He couldn’t wait to get you from Lucifer. Finally, a whole day where he can goof off without being reprimanded for it. He takes you to the park, holding tightly onto your tiny hand the whole way, occasionally asking, “You haven’t dropped bunny, right?”, while he smiles and pets your head with his free hand. He’s incredibly patient and honestly, he’s great with children, you end up having the time of your life running around with him and being pushed on the swing; even going over to play with some demon children while Mammon watched like a hawk - going into full blown panic mode when you fell over and began to cry for him. He scooped you up in his arms, sitting down on a bench to check for any cuts, “Shhhh, you just got a light scrape it’s okay, the great Mammon will carry ya home on his back!”, he cooed.

【Leviathan - Day 3】

He hates it. You have no interest in playing video games or watching anime with him like your older version would, and you keep trying to play with his figures, “They’re not toys!”, he says a bit too loudly, making you burst into tears. He almost starts crying too, and scoops you up, hoping he can cheer you up with Henry 2.0, which works, and Levi can’t help but smile as you run along the outside of the tank, excitedly watching everything the goldfish does, until you eventually wear yourself out enough to want to sit down on Levi’s lap while he watches some light-hearted and family friendly anime with you.

【Satan - Day 4】

He spent the last few days reading up about how best to care for toddlers, and he thinks he has it down to an art form until Levi hands you off to him. Toddlers are very unpredictable, and he certainly can’t have you in his room. He ends up spending the day with you in the common room, keeping you entertained by reading a variety of stories to you, which seem to do well, but once you’re bored of story time with Satan, he has no idea what to do next. He could watch TV with you, but his shows aren’t exactly toddler-friendly. Instead, he digs out some old colouring books and pencils he used a long time ago; when he read that colouring reduces stress. It seemed to do a marvellous job at keeping you entertained for the rest of the day, and the picture you drew for Satan practically melted his heart.

【Asmodeus - Day 5】

He was so excited he could hardly wait until Satan dropped you off. Asmo had the whole day planned out with you more or less. To start with, he took you straight to Majolish and let you pick out some cute clothes, then to a cafe for a dessert while Asmo got to delight as the staff swooned over how well he was taking care of you and feeding you the dessert. Once you were both home, he picked out a bunch of Disney movies to watch with you, but that was for after the two of you played dress-up - with him snapping photos of the two of you for Devilgram. While watching the movies, Asmo had you sat on his lap wrapped, up in a blanket. Neither of you got through the first movie before the exhaustion of spending a day with Asmo gripped hold of you, lulling you both to sleep.

【Beelzebub - Day 6】

He was a bit nervous for his turn. He was worried that he’d scare you, and you’d cry, but any fear he had about that was quickly eased by you holding your arms up, waiting for Beel to scoop you up. He was pretty relaxed after that, and the two of you spent sometime in the kitchen making cakes together. It got a bit messy, but overall, it was rather fun, Beel even found a way to make the cleaning up fun too, though it was only fun for him because you were having fun. Once the two of you had been removed from the kitchen so dinner preparations could be made, Beel decided it was time for him to do a work out, and it turns out, you’re still a great companion for that too. You sat on his back and laughed the whole time he did pushups, and there was something adorable about watching you try and do sit-ups with him.

【Belphegor - Day 7】

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t dreading his turn. Children aren’t known for their love of taking it easy and sleeping, so he has a feeling he was in for a pretty rough time. When he took you from Beel, he noticed something a bit off. You were being unusually quiet, and content to rest against Belphie’s chest. Turns out, the last few days you spent with his brothers had completely exhausted you, leaving you ready for a day of relaxing with Belphie. All of his Christmas had come at once, and has he pulled a blanket over you and him, the moment his head hit his pillow, he was out like a light. The next time you woke up, you were back to normal, but still resting against Belphie’s chest. Now it was time to plot your revenge against Solomon.

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bbnibini · 4 years ago

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Oh, Brother! (Lucifer ft. Baby Beel)

Summary: Brotherly love comes with sacrifice, even if the said sacrifice greatly outweighs its benefits. (based on a headcanon request on our old AO3 request box)

Accompanying HC for this fic can be read here. This was originally a request. The old version is poorly formatted so I decided to repost this now that I am sliiiightly better at using tumblr. Anyway, enjoy!

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I consider myself to be a rather self-sufficient person. It was a fruit of years of conditioning brought upon by my unique, personal circumstances. You may also say that it is my inclination to exhibit such behaviour because of my personality. But while I make long-winded introductions that segues even further from the point I was making, let me, as my brothers say, "cut to the chase":

I have no idea what in Devildom is going on. Sets of eyes looked at me expectantly, and I did as I usually do when I am dragooned into unforeseen…problems.

"I see." I don't. But a white lie is what is required to quell the squall of chaos right now: debris of what looked like Leviathan's furnishings were strewn on the wet floor. Looking up from the living room where remnants of the ceiling were barely keeping itself intact, Henry freefell into my arms, a timely catch away from his imminent death. I turned to my pale brother, asking "Lotan?" in the calmest tone I can muster, and was only answered in more silence. I offered him Henry, which he took still looking down, and turned to problem #2.

"MC, may I have him?"

"I…"

I stopped and talked over them. "I'm not angry. Let me hold Beel."

"It's all my fault!"

Sigh. Why do they always do this? A surge of pain was felt on my temples, but I pretended not to feel it. "Why don't you help Levi clean up his room? Do you even know how to take care of a non-human child?"

"No, but!" they argued again. I listened. "You're not going to punish Mammon, aren't you?"

Punish is such a heavy word. I noticed how protective they were of my brother, almost to an extent where I feel like they perceive me in an unfavourable light. They were more carefree with them, but all yes and no's with me in comparison. I wouldn't say I'm envious. Rather, I'm baffled. Occasional pranks became the highlight (read: tragedy) of my day, often while I was poring over documents and settling political disputes on behalf of Diavolo. Partnered with Mammon and Satan, they were a force to be reckoned with; one I remembered being visibly annoyed by for interfering with my work. No one shall ever know that I might…have looked forward to those times. It was a puzzle to be pieced, an idle form of entertainment to guess which kind of tomfoolery they would attempt at me that they were foolish enough to think they would succeed in. Unfortunately, any victory they may have celebrated in the past were my fabrications that only the likes of someone as observant as Satan would notice.

"Procure a change of clothing and go while I'm still being merciful." I saw them share the same pallour as Leviathan, dragging him along while mouthing complaints under their breath. A curse perhaps, not bound by magic but of something else, directed at me, their usual villain. Such childishness that I let slide, as I was accustomed to being an enemy, especially when I know I was right.

Beel is finally in my arms, a docile child as cherubic as the little Beel in my memories. The pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together as I look around.

"Belphegor, wake up this instant! You're sleeping on a wet floor." You'll catch a cold, I almost felt myself saying but was able to hold myself back. "Unless you would rather be carried like the old days? I don't mind."

"Fine, fine. I'm up." They stretched out their arms to retrieve their twin and I shook my head. "I wouldn't leave such a delicate child to someone who couldn't even coordinate themselves properly. Go to sleep, Belphegor.

...and Satan, if you have the time for hexes, you would also have the time to clean up this mess."

"Tsk."

"I would see all of you in my office once this is all fixed.

Not a spot should be left unattended. Understood?"

"Yes, Lucifer."

I don't have time for this. So many documents are left unsigned on my desk. A meeting with the Chancellor, a hearing from the House of Commons, a response to Michael's ridiculous letter…

"Wuchy, angy?"

Beelzebub's upturned eyes looked at me adorably.

"Wuchy…" I looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw most of them are either absent or pre-occupied. Clearing my throat, I noticed my voice was shriller than usual. "Wuchy…" I repeated and sat Beel on the plush sofa. "Wuchy is NOT angy…"

"Bee hangu" he pulled at my sleeve, turning my attention to his rumbling stomach. "Wuchy…Bee hangu."

I nodded. "I see. Does Bee want to eat?"

"Peas!"

"You want to eat peas?"

"No! Bee Hangu! Peas!"

"Ah, " I nodded again as I finally understood. "I apologise, Bee. You're trying to say please?"

I couldn't help but smile back when he did so in reply.

To my disappointment however, even the kitchen was destroyed, to the point that MC didn't want me to enter. It was admirable, I suppose that they were able to explain the situation to me while everything was still in a state of chaos.

It all started with a hexes assignment that failed miserably, turning Beel into an inconsolable toddler that caused Levi's room to be absolutely destroyed. Since nobody was capable of understanding Beel's speech, his childish tantrums got worse and caused the House of Lamentation to be in its current state. The only reason the situation subsided a bit was because of Belphie's interference. Where was Belphie in the first place? Was my question, and MC's shrug affirmed that he ignored my warning about sleeping in on the weekend. Again. I sighed.

"Sorry, Lucifer. Why don't you eat out with Beel for a while?"

"Bee hangu! Now!"

"....Bee, that's my glove."

"Bee?" (MC)

!!!!

"Beelzebub." I cleared my throat. "I shall heed your advice before Beel throws a bigger tantrum."

"Wuchy, hangu!"

"Yes, yes. Wuchy…heard you. MC, take care of the house while we're gone."

There was a ghost of a smile on their face, one they must have tried to hide from me earlier. "Yes," They snorted, and I silently warned them to open their mouth again. "Wuchy."

Ah. They still have the audacity to mock me. Me. Who was trying to turn a blind eye? Giving them a chance to fix their mess before anyone else finds out? I smirked back.

"If the house falls down…or if it gets destroyed any further…prepare to face your punishment . Alone."

Their silence was enough of a penitence…for now. Beel's stomach growled louder and louder each passing second, and my gloves are currently soiled with bite marks everywhere.

I bent down to meet Beel at eye level and pried my hands away from his nibbling. "What do you want to eat?"

His eyes sparkled at the question, and he started chanting something in gibberish that I pretended to understand. "Wook wook! Bee fawwit!"

Wook?

He...never said that before. Or did he? I decided to carry him in my arms once I noticed he was having difficulty keeping up with my strides. He shook his head several times as we passed every food stall and kiosk in the shopping district, contenting himself with chewing on the gloves I thought I had confiscated already.

It had been so long that I almost forgot that Beel was once a picky eater when he was little. Michael marveled on his "refined palate", telling me I should cherish my brother's talent (and consider giving Beel to him once he got older to train under his tutelage) but I vehemently refused. I was busy enough as a high-ranking angel and barely had the time to see my siblings, and the last thing I ever wanted was to part from them. I understood the difficulties of having an absent parent all too well, and I did not wish for my brothers to experience the same longing I had when I was the same age as them.

Beel was as docile and as sweet as I remembered him long ago, smiling and laughing in my arms, calling me Wuchy over and over, and seeking for his twin in adorable babbles of "Bewphie" and "Bwanky", which I responded in my usual way:

"Bewphie, sleep."

"Seepu?"

"Yes." I answered, prying away my damaged gloves from his mouth. "Bewphie told me you should eat so you won't wake him up." I pointed at his rumbling stomach, and little Beel automatically held it and felt the rumbling coming from it.

"Bee…wouwd (loud)?"

"Mhm. Bewphie can't sleep unless you eat something."

He must not have been able to distinguish his twin because of his current form, seeking perhaps a smaller counterpart of his brother just like the old days. After some more meandering around stalls, feeling full over the meals that Beel refused to eat, I racked my brain to figuring out the meaning behind his childish babble:

What on earth does wook mean?

I have never heard him say it before even in the Celestial Realm, nor did I ever recall teaching him the words.

"Wook! Wook!" Beel said excitedly again, grabbing my hair in his elation to turn to a man flipping Bat Wing pancakes in a stall. The line was atrocious, barely moving, arid and noisy.

"Does Bee want to eat that?"

I sighed in relief when he shook his head. "Wuchy, Wook! Wook Bee fawwit!"

Wait a moment. Does wook mean…

"Do you want me to look?" But look at what? At the elderly demon flipping pancakes? Beel shook his head again, seemingly lost at how to translate his thoughts and feelings into his limited toddler vocabulary.

"Wook...wook fuu fo Bee…" he squinted his googly eyes at me and made exaggerated hand gestures. "Wuchy….wook fuu fo Bee! Bee fawwit!"

The proverbial cogs in my brain started to turn as I came across an epiphany. Before I knew it, I was already holding my DDD.

It pains me to do this, but I cannot let Diavolo know.

"Hello, Simeon?"

Brotherly love comes with sacrifice, even if the said sacrifice greatly outweighs its benefits. It was evident with Simeon's jovial expressions as he opened the door.

"It really is a baby! Can I hold him?"

Simeon's smile never disappeared, rather, his eyes narrowed as he turned to me to speak. "Luke is good with kids. He volunteers taking care of cherubs in Heaven."

"Mhm! I have Raphael's seal of approval!"

Sighing, I surrendered my brother to Luke, my traitorous brother who did not even cry or protest when a complete…stranger is now holding him in his arms.

"Meemwon!"

"Oh! I haven't heard that in ages! This sure brings back memories!~" Simeon planted a kiss on Beel's cheek and I couldn't help but frown. "Hello, Bee! It's big bro Meemwon!" Beel giggled in reply as Simeon planted smaller kisses at him, clearly enjoying the attention.

"You're getting into this, way too much don't you think so?"

"He's adorable!" Simeon reasoned. "But, isn't his stomach growling?"

"That's why we're here." I tried to maintain an aura of composure. "I need to borrow your kitchen. Is Solomon around?"

Simeon's eyes widened for a bit in understanding…then I heard manic laughter. Is this really how he should conduct himself in front of the children? I kept that opinion to myself and didn't say a word. "No, he isn't. Don't worry." He looked at me again and smiled reassuringly. "Feel free to use the kitchen. We'll take care of Beel~"

"Solomon--"

"...won't feed Beel anything even if he does come back. Just go before he throws another tantrum!" Simeon shooed me away from the living room, pushing my back to Purgatory Hall's fully furnished kitchen. It certainly had better equipment compared to Lamentation, which I can only attribute to Michael's influence.

Cooking was one thing, but feeding Beel another. He continued rejecting meal after meal after meal of my best dishes. His stomach only growled louder, and his mood became irritable even with Simeon's and Luke's aid. The ingredients I have purchased were almost gone, left only with a half-used bag of flour, milk and eggs.

"The best I can do with these are pancakes…

Pancakes?"

A memory flashed in my mind, taking me back to the Celestial Realm and our former residence there. Assuring the house help that I wanted to try cooking for my brothers for a change, I begrudgingly followed the recipe book Michael had given me and started with its easiest dish.

I attributed my failed attempts to Michael's unique, archaic wordings in his cook book and tried again. And again. And again. Numerous ruined frying pans and ingredients later, I was left with a shabby excuse of a pancake---charred at the sides, eggshells at the other. I waved my white flag in surrender and called for a food delivery instead, deflated. Some Morning Star I was. It was an hour before dinner and my siblings were peeking at the kitchen with their blinking, doe eyes.

"Wuchy...huwt?" Lilith looked up to me, looking like she was about to cry and I took her in my arms to comfort her.

"Lucy…" I corrected myself. "Wuchy isn't hurt. Just tired."

"Seepu?" Belphegor offered me his cow pillow and I shook my head. "Later after we eat."

"Fuu?!" I managed to catch Beelzebub with my free hand before he faceplanted on the floor as he rushed to me in excitement.

"I'm sorry, Bee. As you can see, Wuchy doesn't have anything edible he can feed you." I carried him in my free arm and showed him my culinary failures.

"Wuchy…fuu." Beel pouted at me. "Wuchy, whie. Fuu deww! (Lucy lied. There's food over there!)" He tugged my hair and glared. "Bee, eat!"

"Eat!" Lilith mimicked.

"Bewphie, eat?" Belphegor followed.

"No, children. As you can see-- Mammon, wash your hands first!--"

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Everyone was gathered at the table, eating my failures with smiles on their faces. Beel, who had been sitting next to me this whole time tugged me on the sleeve to ask for seconds. "Dis...Bee fawitt! Cwunch!"

"It must be the eggshells."

"Mhm! Wuv it! Wuchy?"

I felt him wrap his arms around my side. With a wide grin, he said. "I wuv you!"

Only to be followed by a barrage of hugs from the others, talking over each other as they gathered around me with their syrup-stained faces.

"Asmo wuvs Wuchy disssss much!"

"Bewphie...wuv!"

"Wiwi, wuv Wuchy moww! (Lilith loves Lucy more!)"

"I guess you're okay…but the Great Me is better!"

"...Levi l-loves Lucy too…"

I couldn't remember much of what happened afterwards, but I do recall telling the delivery man that he can have my order for himself. After that, I strived to become better at cooking so I can serve my siblings better meals.

Anyone would strive to try harder if they are ever subjected to that much smothering, I suppose. Still, I do think that after that, Beel began to eat everything happily, much to Michael's dismay.

"This looks horrifying." The plating of the pancake itself was one or two burns shy of Solomon's best attempts at cooking…I could not believe that out of every dish there is in this world, this horrible disaster is my brother's favourite food. I never really asked him about it. Perhaps I have forgotten and he happily ate everything I cooked because he had no choice. Still, it was no time to mull over such nonsense, especially if Beel's stomach is now resembling Cerberus' growls.

"Wook!" Beel's eyes sparkled as I placed the cooled pancakes down at the table, munching on the sweet treat happily despite the…eggshells. I tried my best to emulate my failed attempts from before, and judging from the elated look on Beel's face, I must have gotten his approval.

"Is that--" (Simeon)

"Don't ask." I shut him up before he could even speak a word. "And please don't ever say this to Michael. I wouldn't hear the end of it."

Simeon smiled impishly in reply. "Would you cook here again--"

"No.

But I suppose I owe you some hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies for letting me use your kitchen."

"Anytime~"

"I was talking to the chihuahua, not you."

"I'm not a chihuahua!"

Beel was sleeping peacefully in my arms on the way home. While still baffled at a startling discovery about Beelzebub, I hadn't much time to think about it as I was covered in confetti the moment I opened the door.

"Happy birthday, Lucifer!" (MC)

"Simeon took too much time! The ice cream's meltin'!"

"Lolololol I told you he forgot his own birthday! Beel was the perfect distraction!"

What. On. Earth. Is going on?

"Sorry, Lucifer!" MC bowed her head and looked up to me, looking apologetic. "We were trying to throw you a surprise party but…things got…well...wrong. But, everything's okay now!" They pulled me inside and showed me the feast they have prepared for me.

It was a smorgasbord of my favourites. From the appetisers to the desserts and wines, I recalled some of these dishes as my specialties. Satan's familiar handwriting was drawn over a buttercream cake with my name on it, along with a small drawing of me in a party hat along with everyone else. Everyone else was seated at the dining table including Diavolo and Barbatos, both of which I was trying to avoid the entire day.

Were they involved in this ridiculous plan as well?

MC seemed to read my mind and nodded at me shyly. "I did mess up with my homework, that much is true, but Solomon helped in undoing the spell! He was the one who suggested to turn Beel back into a toddler so we have enough time to prepare for everything!"

Solomon waved a hand at me and smiled. "They still didn't let me cook anything though☆"

"So all of the chaos…"

"...is us cleaning up our first attempts of party preparations." Satan begrudgingly replied. "Until of course, you came back earlier than expected."

"Now, now~" Asmo interjected. "What's important is that he's here and Beel's spell is about to wear off!♡ Now, Lucifer dear, why don't you join us and blow your candles?"

I have completely forgotten about my birthday.

I didn't see the point of celebrating it anymore, I suppose. Thousands of years of repetitions can bring ennui upon you. However, things have changed.

The House of Lamentation had a warmer atmosphere thanks to MC, and everyone was closer than ever before. The loss of a family and an inclusion of a new one opened up our hearts enough to heal and perhaps forgive ourselves a little for the years we have ignored its value.

Who knew such a fleeting human could be the catalyst of such unimaginable developments?

"Oh! Beel's back!"

"Yay~! Your seat's over there, Beel!"

I consider myself to be a rather self-sufficient person. It was a fruit of years of conditioning brought upon by my unique, personal circumstances.

However…nothing can ever prepare me for this moment.

"Lucifer?"

I turned to Beelzebub, now back to his normal form and he offered me a smile. "The pancake you cooked was really good. Can you make it again for me next time?"

I smiled back.

"With or without the eggshells?"

#obey me #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me drabble #obey me oneshot #shall we date obey me #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me mc #family fluff #first person pov

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otome-on-the-side · 4 years ago

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Comfort

Sanctuary

Mammon/GN!reader

fluff with a smidge of angst to start

ao3 mirror

[Part 2] [Part 3]

It always gave Mammon a fucking heart attack to find you curled up here or there when he wasn’t expecting it. He found you in his room, constantly, whenever you felt like you needed to hide.

You never tell him whenever you do it; you knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to any of his brothers if they came looking.

He knew full well why you were doing it. He could get that being in a house of scary demons could be too much to handle for their precious human, sometimes. Of course you’d tuck yourself into the safety of the Great Mammon’s room. He was the second eldest for a reason; if push came to shove, he could easily knock his little brothers heads together.

He really did love his brothers, but Father knew how much he wanted them to back off sometimes.

It was a dream. You’d walked these steps, you’d seen that gate, so, so many times. The end result was always the same- bones snapping, your neck bending at an angel it was never meant to bend. All as you looked into Belphegor’s joyful eyes.

Finally opening your eyes, gasping for breath, only to still see his looking into yours- It was enough to have your foot slamming into his gut, throwing yourself out of bed with Belphie as your launchpad.

Belphegor let you go, significantly more awake than he was moments prior. You hadn’t realized you were speaking, but the breathless chant of, “no no no no,” as you ran was enough to keep him from chasing your panicked ass down.

He didn’t mind scaring you a little at this point, every now and then- it was funny to see you jump out of your skin when he quietly stood behind you in the hall at school or around the house- but he didn’t want this. Not anymore. He’d had his fill- and this was part of the consequences of having it.

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The slam of Mammon’s car door and the chirp of its lock has him throwing on sweats, cursing in the dark when he stumbled over clutter- cursing again when his car lights blinded him.

Still blinking spots out of his eyes- stupid human looking shell- he tugged on the door handle. It didn’t budge.

That pushed whatever exhaustion he was feeling out of his head. Peering into the window, he could see you curled against the opposite door, back towards his door.

There was a distinct ‘click’, and Mammon was sliding into the car before you could look up. He closes the door behind him, but he doesn't quite sit down. It's more of an awkward hunch with him bending at the knees to shave off his height. It'd look almost comical if he wasn't as tensed like a spring and angry enough to have waves of it radiating off him.

“What’s wrong?” He tried to keep his voice even. Despite that, it still sounded loud in the quiet of the car.

“Um, uh,” That was weird; you could have sworn you’d gotten your breathing in control as you sniffled again. “Bad dream- woke up to Belphie.” You don't need to tell him what that bad dream was about.

“The fuck was he doing in your room?” Mammon barely spoke above a whisper, but he could feel his mouth starting to curl into a snarl.

“Uh, well,” you took a deep, shuttery breath, trying to get your voice under control. If only you could take a normal deep breath; you just couldn’t get enough air. “He w-wanted to s-spend more time with me, a-and he w-wanted t-to ha-ve”, you take a pause for another gasping breath, determined to finish your thought. “-to have the same relationship as I-I do with the r-rest of you.” Mammon’s stiff in his seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you tried, you tried so hard, to regain some amount of composure. Mammon remains still, utterly torn between tearing out of the car to rip Belphie a new one, and aggressively suppressing the urge to scoop you into his arms and comfort you- tucking you somewhere safe-

His bed, his traitorous thoughts whispered, wrapping you in his big plush comforter and holding you close to his heart, so you knew you’d be safe-

He tore his gaze away from your shaking form and turned, tugging at the door growling, “Well, he doesn’t. You can pretend ya don’t have survival instincts all you want, human, but that sadistic asshole knows damn well how you dirt sculptures rewire yourselves around scary shit.” The car’s still locked, and he doesn’t want to break the door down and scare you more. Mammon puts his hands up and grips at the car roof, taking a deep breath through his nostrils.

He hadn’t noticed he’d shifted- he wanted to give Belphegor a taste of Lucifer’s favorite punishments, bastard should have been nowhere near your room- until you made him practically jump out of his constructed skin by throwing yourself at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Reflexively, he’s pulling you upward- trying to keep you from falling and managing to twist your ankle, or something- picking you up with a grunt of surprise. You’re shaking in his arms, wracked with unwanted sobs, but you hold on to Mammon firmly.

“Breathe.” He tries to sound firm, stern even, like Lucifer might, but it comes out so soft. “An’ unlock the car. I need ta talk to my little brother.”

You don’t do either of these things. Well, you’re still breathing, but you don’t take a moment to collect yourself. No, you cling to him a little harder, burying your face in his neck, saying “W-wait. Please, can we j-ust stay? …Like this?”

Even if your voice hadn’t broken, even if you weren’t shaking and gasping for breath through tears, that wasn’t a request Mammon had any hope of denying.

He slowly sinks down against the car door, one hand cradling the back of your head. Oh so carefully, he wraps his wings around you, tucking you even closer to his heart. Mammon’s almost thankful you’re too preoccupied to notice its hammering. Almost.

It isn’t until your breathing evens out and deepens that Mammon lets out a deep breath, content. He gives himself a bit of time to observe your sleeping face, relaxed, cute, sweet, before he joins you in sleep.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #obey me mammon/reader #belphie is in here but id be annoyed to find this fic if i went looking for belphie centric content #so im not tagging him #second POV #reader has a panic attack #this is pretty short in of itself but there'll be more of this #im not a mammon simp i say as i immediately focus on writing about cuddling him in a small locked space #also [[gives mammon his swearing at the wee hours of the morning license]]#i was so close to using $$$s as a line break y'all dont even KNOW #text

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filypadreams · 4 years ago

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Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

#obey me #obey me fic #asmodeus x gn!mc #asmodeus obey me #gn!mc #gn reader #slight angst #shikibutterfly

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To Be Human (Fanfiction) Part 2/?

Okay, okay, I'm sorry that this chapter is so long; in fact, it's the longest chapter I've ever written in the eight years I've written fanfiction, but I really wanted to start writing the boys in the Human World next chapter, so I had to write pretty much all of the setup for them to get there in the past two chapters.

And yes, I realize some parts are confusing (if you need clarification, let me know), but I promise that there are a lot of things that I'm going to clear up in the next few chapters, so fear not!

As always, you can read this story here on AO3.

Title:

To Be Human

Summary:

When a mysterious force attacks the Devildom and destroys it, the brothers are forced to turn to their Father in the Celestial Realm for answers and assistance. However, the Almighty is still miffed at the seven due to their involvement in the Great Celestial War, and sends them to seek asylum in the one place they have yet to make their mark—the Human World.

Without the help of their beloved MC, the brothers must learn to assimilate into this strange new world, all while trying to figure out who is responsible for the destruction of the Devildom and take back their home.

Rating:

Word Count:

6812

First Chapter:

Read Chapter 1 here!

“Lucifer,” a voice called into the night. “You awake?”

Lucifer closed his eyes and snuggled deeper under the covers. He yawned and muttered groggily, “No.”

“Ah, okay.”

He could hear Michael’s footsteps as the Angel of Destruction walked out of his bedroom. As he closed the door, Lucifer heard the clanging of the doorknob falling to the floor.

“Sorry, Luci,” Michael apologized, and Lucifer could imagine the sheepish smile on his face. “And sorry for waking you—I know you have to be in Father’s court early tomorrow.”

Lucifer mumbled incoherently in reply and attempted to once again be overcome by the throes of sleep. However, guilt weighed upon his chest for sending the angel away, and he called, “Michael, wait, come back.”

A moment later, he could see Michael’s silhouette at the threshold of the door. His wild black mane of hair had wound out of its ponytail, and his silky off-the-shoulder sleepshirt had well, slipped off his shoulders. In his arms, he held a well-worn capybara plush, for even adult angels needed comfort in the form of stuffed animals sometimes.

Lucifer raised himself off the bed and rubbed his eyes. “What was it you wanted?”

“Well, I … you know that dream?”

“The nightmare, yes. Did you have it, again?”

There was no reply from Michael, and Lucifer sighed. “Come here.” He beckoned toward his new housemate, but Michael didn’t move forward, and instead, stared at the ground.

Lucifer shook his head. Although this living situation was new for the both of them, Lucifer was determined to make the best of it, for his Father had wanted His two most powerful Archangels to live together for some reason. It seemed, though, that the Angel of Destruction’s history of being shunned by his fellow angels for his destructive tendencies had left him quite socially awkward.

He pat his bed. “Come here, Michael,” he repeated.

Hesitantly, Michael shuffled forward, and Lucifer saw his grip on his capybara tighten. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me. Come sit,” commanded Lucifer.

The two sat in silence for several minutes, neither knowing what to say. From the corner of his eye, Lucifer saw that Michael hugged his plush to his chest and stared into his lap, his eyes wide in fear.

He must still be spooked by his nightmare, Lucifer realized. He cleared his throat. “Would it make you feel better if you slept here with me tonight?”

Instantly, Michael scooted away from him, to the point where he nigh fell off the bed. He waved his hands in the air with a nervous smile. “No, no, no! I don’t want to impose! I—I’ll go back to my room!”

Lucifer shook his head and clapped a hand on Michael’s thigh. “You’ll stay here tonight.”

“I … okay.”

Lucifer scooted over and lay down on his bed, turning away from Michael to give him space. However, the other angel whomped himself down right next to Lucifer, pulled him close, and draped his leg over him.

He couldn’t help but feel the tiniest blush flush over his face, as he mumbled, “Just … don’t break the mattress or anything.”

Michael, who had already begun to snore, could only mumble, “Occu … pational … haz … ard.”

A small smile bloomed on Lucifer’s face and he gave a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. His last thoughts before sleep overtook him was how much the House of Great Elation felt like home with the Angel of Destruction around.

“How much longer?” Mammon whined as the four demons with wings carried their three flightless brothers higher and higher into the sky. “My wings are startin’ to get tired.”

Asmodeus nodded. “Yeah, and flying through these clouds is getting me all wet.” He let out a gasp. “Holy Father, is this how girls feel when I look at them? Oh, this isn’t pleasant at all! Ow! Belphie, stop kicking me!”

“Whoops,” replied the seventhborn demon drily. In fact, he had been the one to ask Beel to fly him over Asmo so he could land a couple of solid kicks to his brother’s head if he ever got too obnoxious.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at their antics, trying to hide the smile that blossomed on his face. “If we keep flying a little higher, we should see the Celestial Realm’s precipice in a few minutes.”

Satan looked down from where he hung on Asmo, and his eyes widened when he saw how high up they were above the decimated Devildom. “You six fell all this way when you were kicked out of the Celestial Realm?”

Lucifer could feel a storm form in his mind when he thought of that day—the day his Father had decided the He had had enough of His problematic children and hurled them out of house and home. He grit his teeth and answered darkly, “Yes.” He glowered for a moment before pausing and turning down to stare at Satan. “You were there when we fell, too.”

“I remember that,” said Beel, frowning. “We were all hurtling toward the Devildom and suddenly you just appeared.”

“Completely naked, too, if I may add,” giggled Asmo.

Lucifer sighed. There was no way he could forget that day. It seemed like just yesterday that Father had thrown him, Lilith, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor out of the Celestial Realm.

He remembered that he had been cradling Lilith, who’s breaths were getting shallower by the moment, in his arms. He had flapped his wings furiously to slow their descent, although the sheer force in which they had been thrown was too strong for him to counter and fly all the way back up, even if he wanted to. Mammon had been carrying Levi as he was now, and Beel was, as usual, flying with Belphie, while Asmo flew beside them. The five of them had closed around him and Lilith, staring in horror at their dying sister.

Lucifer remembered his eyes filling with tears as he looked at Lilith, and all at once, the anger and wrath at his Father that had once plagued him so greatly dissipated, and it was replaced by an overwhelming fear for his sister’s life.

It was at that moment when a blond, naked figure appeared falling next to them. The figure had the appearance of a grown man and stared at the group with blank, blue-green eyes.

Together, they stared at the new creature and a puzzled dispute went among them as to where he had come from. Lucifer didn’t know the man’s origins, but he knew that if he was brave enough to fall with them, then he was worth protecting. He reached out an arm toward the man, who simply stared at him before taking it.

It wasn’t long before they realized that this person had been borne out of Lucifer’s wrath, and they gave him the name “Satan.”

“Ah, I think I see the Celestial Realm.” Leviathan pointed upward a minute later toward a massive sphere of light that resided on the clouds a few miles ahead of them.

Mammon squinted. “Just like I remember it—too damn bright n’ too damn shiny.”

“And here I thought if it weren’t for your Father, you all enjoyed your stint in the Celestial Realm,” said Satan. “At least, Asmo tends to go on and on about how much he en—”

He was cut off when Asmodeus pinched his wrists and hissed, “I can and will drop you, Satan.”

“Don’t drop him, yet, Asmo,” said Lucifer, stepping onto the cloud cover that made up the ground of the Celestial Realm. He stared up at the huge, pearly gates, which lay several feet in front of him. “We’re here.” He peered ahead, squinting at the two Gatekeepers who stood sentinel in front of the gates to ward off unsavory company.

“Is that who I think it is?” Levi asked, his eyes widening.

Mammon’s jaw dropped. “Since when was Simeon a Gatekeeper?”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows. When he had last been in the Celestial Realm, Simeon had been his fellow Archangel, and one of the most powerful angels ever created. What was he doing in the position of a lowly Gatekeeper?

“Isn’t anyone worried that Simeon guarding the gate will make it harder for us to get through?” Beel asked. “We know what he’s like.”

“Faithful and just.” Asmodeus yawned. “How boring. Oh, well, at least he’s pretty.”

Lucifer pursed his lips. Beel was right: the fact that one of the Gatekeepers of the Celestial Realm was a friend of theirs made this whole endeavor much more awkward. Sure, the six brothers were notorious in their former home simply due to their involvement in the Great Celestial War, but they themselves weren’t friendly with any of the other angels anymore.

Nevertheless, he shook his head. “We have to go in, and if that means going through Simeon, then so be it.”

“Wait—what do you mean ‘go through Simeon?’” asked Satan. He raised an eyebrow when he made the connection. “Oh, you don’t mean … ?”

Belphegor nodded, a strange smile forming on his face. “We’re not allowed in the Celestial Realm, so the only way that we can get in is to knock out the Gatekeepers. Those pearly gates over there are the only way in and out of the Realm, and they’re the only ones guarding it.”

“Yep, it ain’t gonna be pretty, but it’s somethin’ we’d decided on a while ago if we ever needed to come back here,” Mammon added.

Lucifer sighed. It had been their plan for centuries, now, but knowing that Simeon would be one of the angels that he needed to render unconscious in order to get into the Celestial Realm caused a pit to form in his stomach. “Perhaps we should try to be diplomatic—at least, at first.”

“I don’t know,” mumbled Levi. “If videogames have taught me anything, it’s always best to attack first and ask questions later.” He looked again at the Gatekeepers in front of them and frowned. “But I guess since this is real life, maybe we should talk to them first and see if they’re willing to bend the rules and let us in.”

“Ha,” Mammon laughed, as Lucifer led his brothers toward the pearly gates. “An angel willin’ to bend the rules. That’ll be the day.”

He, as well as the others, quieted down as they made their way to the front of the Celestial Realm’s gates. Lucifer sighed, falling privy to nostalgia as he stared through the pearlescent bars at the place he had once called home.

“Lucifer!” Simeon exclaimed, beaming at the group. He held a hand out toward his fellow Gatekeeper, who had whipped out his Sword of the Spirit at the sight of the seven intruders. “Stand down, Sorath.”

Sorath gave Simeon a frown in disgust. “Are you kiddin’? You know who these are, right, Simeon? Sinners! The lot of ‘em! Father threw ‘em down for a reason, y’know!”

“And you sir, are lovely, as well,” Lucifer replied, giving the other Gatekeeper a patronizing smile. He turned toward Simeon, but before he could speak, the angel pulled something out of his pants’ pocket and handed it to Beel, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Simeon laughed. “I remember how you always loved manna cakes, Beel, so I kept one in my pocket in case you ever decided to visit here, again. Granted, it’s over four hundred years old, but you know food doesn’t spoil in the Celestial Realm, so it should be alright.”

Beel grinned back and greedily took the cake from Simeon’s hand, munching on it immediately. “Thanks, Simeon,” he mumbled between bites. “I haven’t eaten since we evacuated the House of Lamentation, but I’ve been too worried to complain.”

Simeon’s jaw dropped. “Evacuated? Did something happen?”

Lucifer stepped forward. “That’s what we’re here for. We need to speak to Father, immediately.”

“Absolutely not!” Sorath bellowed, swinging his Sword wildly. “Demons ain’t allowed in the Devildom, much less you six … er …” He did a headcount and scratched his head in confusion. “Seven? Swear there were only six males last time.”

“Sorath.” Simeon’s smile twitched a bit as if he was barely tolerating the other angel. “I urge you to let me handle this.”

Sorath frowned but sheathed his Sword.

However, when Simeon turned to the seven demon brothers, his smile fell and he sighed sadly. “Sorath is right, I’m afraid. I can’t let you pass these gates.”

Lucifer frowned. If Simeon wouldn’t let him and his brothers into the Celestial Realm peacefully, they would have to resort to their original plan, and seeing Beel happily crunching on the manna cake Simeon had given him made him really not want to do that. He decided to try one more tactic. “If you’re worried that Father will be angry with you for defying His orders, don’t worry, we’ll take the blame.”

Simeon sighed, considering the offer. “Tell me what happened first.”

Mammon stepped forward. “There’re all these weird earthquake things goin’ on in the Devildom—which is bad ‘cause Satan says earthquakes aren’t possible in the down there ‘cause of tactical plates or somethin’—”

“— Tectonic plates,” Satan corrected.

“—And all these black fires sprung up, too, in the House of Lamentation and they ain’t natural. Diavolo’s missin’ and his Castle’s been destroyed by the flames. We’re thinkin’ someone in the Celestial Realm had somethin’ to do with it,” Mammon finished.

Simeon looked shocked. “That’s impossible! Sorath and I have been guarding these gates all day—no one who isn’t supposed to leave has gone in or out.”

Belphegor shrugged. “Humans can’t typically access the Devildom and the only ones who would mess with demons are angels, so whoever started the fires and is responsible for the quakes must be from up here.”

Lucifer nodded. “We need to speak to Father and get to the bottom of this.”

“What happened to the rest of the demons in the Devildom?” Simeon asked, ignoring Lucifer’s request.

“We assume that most of the lower-level demons fled because of the quakes—they aren’t strong enough to withstand them—and that some were crushed in the wreckage,” answered Satan.

“And the House of Lamentation? You said you evacuated it?”

Leviathan scratched his neck. “To be honest, we didn’t stick around to see what had happened to it; I think, “ he looked around at his brothers, “it’s probably been destroyed with the rest of the buildings in the Devildom.”

Simeon groaned and ran a hand down his face. “I can say without a doubt that this wasn’t the work of an angel, but … I suppose this is serious.” He stepped aside and pushed open one of the gates as Sorath stared at him, aghast. He turned back to the brothers with a stern glare. “You promise you’re here simply to speak with Father? And not to incite any kind of drama?”

“Yes,” answered Lucifer truthfully. “All we’re here to do is have an audience with Father. Nothing more.” And with that, Lucifer and his brothers walked into the Celestial Realm for the first time in what seemed like forever.

However, before they could make it more than a foot past the gates, Simeon put a hand out to stop them.

A collective groan went up from among the group.

“What now? ” wailed Asmo.

Simeon locked eyes with Lucifer, who could see the worry pooling in them. “Lucifer, are you sure that you want to enter this Realm? I see that you still have Michael’s Mark of Destruction on your forehead, and I assure you, he very much still recognizes it as a symbol of his promised annihilation.”

Lucifer ignored the fearful looks that went up among his brothers and nodded. “Let him come.”

“Oh, wonderful, another Celestial Realm story I’ve yet to be told,” Satan complained. “What do you mean, ‘a symbol of his promised annihilation?’”

A silence went up from among the group and Satan raised his eyebrows as all the current and former angels looked to the ground and didn’t meet his eyes.

Lucifer, who was not so concerned with the black diamond that afflicted his forehead, but rather the long-since forgotten story that went along with it, spoke up. “You remember Michael, Angel of Destruction, yes?”

Satan nodded. “Luke’s idol and your boyfriend from the Celestial Realm.”

Asmodeus, Belphegor, and Mammon snickered as Lucifer blushed. How did so many people come to such a foolish conclusion? It was a thought that plagued him constantly when he told others of Michael; was it not clear that the pair shared solely what many called a “bromance?”

“I—no. Don’t be ridiculous. As it were, Michael is a powerful angel, so powerful that Father gave him the title of Archangel, as he did for me. However, I wager that Michael surpassed even me in power,” Lucifer explained.

“Easy winnings, considering Lucifer as an angel was pretty lame,” interjected Mammon cheekily.

Lucifer turned toward his younger brother with a glare. “And yet somehow I managed to overpower you at every turn.” He rolled his eyes and continued, “Now, where was I? Yes, Michael was the extremely powerful Angel of Destruction. However, Michael was an incredibly peaceful angel, for he believed that his title has cost him more than it gave to him. As a passive soul, it did not bode well with him when Father made him General of His heavenly legions.”

“Typical Father,” Belphie spat, “putting people into positions that they don’t do well in and then blaming them when they fail.”

Simeon was quick to defend his master. “On the contrary, Father put him in charge of the armies and gave him the title of Angel of Destruction because he had no desire to destroy, for He knew that putting a more volatile angel in that role could cause unnecessary destruction.”

“Whatever the case may be,” Lucifer explained, “Michael wanted everyone to know that he was careful in what he destroyed—perhaps even to teach them a lesson in caution, so he developed a symbol in the shape of a black diamond to mark upon those he believed that deserved to be destroyed. That mark can only be passed when the pommel of his Sword of the Spirit is pressed upon the skin, and it lasts there until he destructs whatever is marked.”

“Wait—” Satan interrupted. “That black diamond on your forehead in your demon form … that’s Michael’s Mark of Destruction?”

Lucifer bowed his head. “Yes. It symbolizes a promise that the next time that he and I meet … he will destroy me.”

“Which is why I’m hesitant to let Lucifer into the Celestial Realm,” admitted Simeon. “Sorath and I let Michael out to do his rounds in the Human World several hours ago, and there’s no telling what time of the day he’ll be back. And if he arrives to see Lucifer …”

“He’ll have to fulfill the marking he made on me that day,” Lucifer finished. He bit his lip. He knew better than anyone that Michael was an angel of his word … but they really did need to get into the Celestial Realm to talk to Father.

He looked around at his brothers, who stared back at him with eager eyes. He knew that despite their tendencies to say the most idiotic things, when the chips were down, the six were quite eloquent and would no doubt be able to take a stand in debates with their Father. However, Lucifer knew that the only one with any real leverage with the Almighty was him, considering his past as an Archangel granted him great favor with the King.

He sighed.

He had to go in.

Lucifer walked past Simeon and farther into the Celestial Realm. “Your concern is very kind, Simeon, but it’s imperative that my brothers and I see our Father.” He turned behind him to ensure that his brothers were following him and nodded. “If Michael finds me and wishes to challenge me, then so be it.”

“Wait!” Simeon cried, running after the party, eliciting another round of groans. He panted as he reached them before holding up a finger and saying, “If you’re to go to Father’s Palace, you’re going to need someone to escort you.”

Leviathan raised an eyebrow. “Uh, we know where His Palace is. We’ve lived here before!”

“Yeah, we know our way around the Celestial Realm,” agreed Mammon.

“I know,” Simeon affirmed, “but for sure the Palace guards aren’t going to let you in by yourselves. Having me along might help the process go smoother.”

The Palace guards, Lucifer realized. He had completely forgotten about the angels that defended their Father’s home. He massaged his temples. “I guess it would be better if you came along with us.”

Simeon beamed. “Sounds good. Walking there together will also give us a way to catch up on the little things.”

“Oh, goody,” Belphie muttered under his breath as the group waited for Simeon to signal to his fellow Gatekeeper that he was leaving. Sorath rolled his eyes and turned back to stand sentinel before the Celestial Realm’s pearly gates.

Despite Simeon’s desire to “catch up,” the party of eight walked in silence through the gold-paved streets, which were completely empty.

“Where is everyone?” queried Satan, raising an eyebrow at the deserted city. “This looks just like the Devildom before we left, save for the fact that everything in the Celestial Realm hasn't been destroyed.”

It was Belphegor who answered, “Everyone’s usually busy during the day.” His voice dropped low as he grumbled, “Slothfulness is highly discouraged in the Celestial Realm.”

Beel shuffled closer to him. “Don’t worry, Belphie, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to rest.”

“Speakin’ of wanting to rest,” Mammon began, “you retire from bein’ one of the Archangels, or somethin’, Simeon?”

“How could you do that?” asked Asmo. “You’re wasting your good looks on a job as humdrum as Gatekeeping.”

Lucifer watched Simeon’s omnipresent smile flicker at the question. Clearly this was a sore subject for the angel, and he could see why. Archangels were innately mighty beings, and it was for that they were given their titles. Gatekeepers, one of the subclasses of Guardian Angels, were angels that were weak and not much use to the Father, except for guarding the gates. Going from almighty Archangel to lowly Gatekeeper was a long way for an angel to fall in prestige.

Simeon sighed and fiddled with the grip of his Sword of the Spirit, which was slung in its sheath across his hips. “I … didn’t retire.”

The seven brothers stopped in their tracks. Lucifer could feel his jaw drop. “You—you didn’t retire?” That could only mean one thing … “Father renounced your title of Archangel?”

“What? Why would He do that?” Mammon demanded. “Ya were always so good at doin’ that whole condescendin’-but-kind Archangel thing!”

Suddenly, a horrible thought crept into Lucifer’s mind, and if it was true, he really was glad that they had decided not to pummel Simeon. “When … when did this happen?”

Simeon wouldn’t meet his eyes. “A few hundred years ago.”

“A few hundred years ago?” repeated Satan. He surveyed his ex-angel brothers. “You mean around the time of the Fall?”

When Simeon didn’t answer, Lucifer ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Simeon, don’t tell me that you lost your position because of us.”

Simeon looked up, biting his lips. “Someone had to tell Father that kicking His children out of their home and disowning them isn’t proper discipline!” He paused to regain his composure. “After visiting you all in the Devildom for that exchange program all those years ago made me realize that it was there that you were truly happy, but back then, I couldn’t believe that. I thought it was unjust and unmerciful of Father to throw you out of the Celestial Realm for the War, and I told Him that to His face.”

Lucifer sighed. It was just as he suspected. Poor, stupid, naïve Simeon. Poor, truthful, honest, Simeon.

Belphegor let out an unsympathetic laugh. “You lost your high-and-mighty position sticking up for a group of rebels!”

Lucifer tactfully stepped on Belphie’s foot to shut him up. Although the action had the desired effect, the seventhborn scowled at him and returned the favor with double the force. “That really wasn’t necessary, Simeon, but, I’ll admit it’s nice to know that someone has our backs up here in the Celestial Realm.”

The angel nodded. “I’d do it again,” he declared valiantly. “But I suppose that’s enough chitchat, for we’ve arrived.”

Indeed, the group now stood at the foot of God’s Palace. The gargantuan structure was bigger than any building in the Devildom and was thrice as fine.

The Palace was built with massive marble bricks and the mortar that held them together was molten gold (and somehow maintained its structural integrity). Rare gemstones adorned the hundreds of entryways and the roof was composed of an entire sheet of diamond. There were no windows in the Palace, for what was the point of natural light when the actual Light of the World resided inside it?

Lucifer stared at the edifice in awe, for despite seeing the Palace thousands and thousands of times, he’d yet to overcome the amazement that someone would build something so tacky.

“Talk about overcompensating,” Asmo muttered.

Simeon led the group toward the main entrance, where two Palace guards stood sentinel. They frowned and immediately unsheathed their Swords of the Spirit with a growl when they saw the seven demons trailing behind Simeon.

However, they stood down and bowed their heads when the angel held out his hand.

Lucifer nodded appreciatively; it seemed that despite being relegated to Gatekeeper, Simeon still commanded the level of respect he had when he was an Archangel.

As the brothers and Simeon walked into the Palace, the seven demons were forced to stop and take in all the splendor. Lucifer had to admit, despite the gaudiness of the exterior of Father’s Palace, the interior design was sheer perfection.

Rose gold columns broke up the immense foyer, which was covered in white-and-gray dappled tiles. Enormous rose quartz chandeliers hung from the ceiling and glittering sconces adorned the walls. Two staircases, railed in marble, were the centerpieces of the room, and Lucifer knew all too well where each led: to the left was Father’s Hall of Judgement, and to the right was His Throne Room.

“I forgot how gorgeous the heavenly aesthetic was,” Asmodeus said, dreamily taking in the beauty of the room.

Lucifer noticed from the corner of his eye that Mammon had floated upward and was unscrewing one of the sparkly sconce covers from the wall. “Mammon, get your grubby paws off of that,” he hissed. “Do you want us to get kicked out already? ”

“C’mon,” Mammon grumbled, reluctantly rejoining the group empty-handed. “Do ya know how much those’d sell for?”

Simeon smiled tolerantly. “Lucky for you seven, Father isn’t holding court today and is in His Throne Room.” He bowed his head. “This is where I must leave you, though. Going inside to meet Father without being summoned is a grievous offense, and I’d rather not stir the beast if I can help it.” He looked at Lucifer square in the eye. “I trust that you will be alright.”

Lucifer nodded and reached out a hand toward Simeon, who shook it amicably. “Thank you for your help. We couldn’t have made it this far into the Celestial Realm without you.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Mammon concurred, and the other five chorused their gratitude, as well.

As Simeon walked away, Lucifer surveyed his brothers and nodded. It was time for them to engage their Father for the first time in several centuries.

The group walked stalwartly up the staircase, and from among them went a nervous grumble.

“Anyone else havin’ second thoughts?” asked Mammon, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Leviathan bobbed his head, frowning. “I am. I feel like we’re about to have the final boss fight of our lives.”

Lucifer hated this—it didn’t make sense for children to be this afraid of their father, especially one who claimed to be so loving and good as theirs. He knew that deep down inside, he too, was frightened to the core of their Father, but damn it, it wasn’t right. Where was the love in all this fear?

“Here’s the door to the Throne Room,” Lucifer announced, as the group arrived. The door was built for giants, towering above their heads—a symbol that they were about to enter the chamber of the King of Kings. He turned to Satan. “You’ve never been here, before. You do the honors.”

Satan raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. Taking a deep breath, he gripped the handle of the door and closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, he yanked it open.

Lucifer walked in first, his brothers in tow. The band of demons kept their eyes low to the ground; they knew better than to stare at God Almighty in all His glory head-on.

“My prodigals,” a voice thundered from before them.

Lucifer tilted his head so he could glance at the glowing white blur that sat on the Throne. While he had seen his Father’s corporeal, humanlike form several times, most of the time, He preferred to be shrouded in the pearly radiance of His glory, which was far too bright for even angels to look directly at. “Father.”

“I see you’ve brought another of your number. Come forward, Satan.”

He nudged Satan to walk forward, even though the fourthborn scowled at the eldest’s touch. Lucifer watched as Satan stalked, shoulders slung back, toward the blinding light.

“A purebred demon,” Father mused. “Born from your wrath, I hear, Lucifer.”

Lucifer crossed his arms unapologetically. “You truly do know all, Father.”

“And yet I shall ask: why have you seven gathered before Me today?”

He steeled his posture. “We need to talk, Father.”

An amused hum came from their Father, and before anyone could respond, God dropped the radiant shroud of His glory, and the seven brothers stared at the unimposing, humanlike figure that now sat on the Throne before them.

Lucifer sighed in relief; the “intimidation tactic” of covering Himself in His blinding glory so that no one could look at Him was less frightening and more of an annoyance, so he was glad that his Father had dropped the act. Perhaps that meant He could be reasoned with today.

“Whatever about, My prodigal?” bellowed God.

He raised an eyebrow. One of God’s fundamental traits that He was very proud of was His omniscience—the fact that He knew everything. It was utterly deplorable when He pretended to be unaware.

Lucifer had felt his confidence swell once Father had dropped His glory, and he stared at the manlike form of their Father in annoyance. “Surely you know.”

Father glared at him with equal irritation. “I assure you, prodigal, that I do not. Simply because I possess omniscience does not mean that I make use of it all the time. There are times when it’s more enjoyable to hear of things as they happen rather than knowledge of them prior.”

He grit his teeth. Typical Father. Always trying to make things more difficult than they need to be. “Our home, the Devildom, has been afflicted by unnatural disasters and we believe someone in the Celestial Realm is behind it.”

His Father looked shocked. “What? Someone has been afflicting My Devildom?”

“Technically, the Devildom’s ruled by Diavol—” Mammon interjected.

He was interrupted by their Father, who barreled on as if he hadn’t said a word. “No one in the Celestial Realm would dare lay a finger on any of My creations, the hellish Devildom included.”

“You must understand,” Satan implored, and the six ex-angels internally facepalmed, knowing better than to demand the Almighty to do something. “Humans can’t typically enter the Devildom until Judgement Day, and the only creatures with enough of a vendetta against demonkind to destroy them are angels. There have been earthquakes which shouldn’t happen in the Devildom by all accounts. Worst of all, there have been smokeless black flames popping out of nowhere, but only in our House—”

“Smokeless black flames?” their Father asked. He pursed His lips and held out His palm. On it suddenly glowed an image of the same dark fire that had shown up in the House of Lamentation. “Such as these?”

Leviathan’s eyes widened. “That’s it exactly.”

“I knew the Celestial Realm was behind this,” Belphie spat.

“Unfortunately, Belphegor,” their Father breathed, His voice quiet all of a sudden, “you may be right.” He closed His palm and the fire snuffed out. “The flames which I just showed you all are a special kind of fire called Hellfire—it’s only to be used with My permission, and no one has asked of it since it was created, which is beside the point. Hellfire is supposed to consume the Devildom once Judgement Day arrives and the damned souls of humans are brought into it. This perpetually burning version of the Devildom will be called Hell, which is simply a pit of Hellfire in which souls are burned for all of eternity. Therefore, I designed Hellfire so that it does not spread—it has no reason to, for all its surroundings will be Hellfire as well. In addition, I created it so that Hellfire does not cause smoke, for what is the point of asphyxiation if those who are being tortured by it are already dead?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He supposed it was only natural for the Creator and Destroyer of Worlds to talk about death and torture so lightly. However, he felt the need to point out something much more serious: “You said that Hellfire is supposed to consume the Devildom on Judgement Day. There were no flames in other places in the Devildom besides the House of Lamentation.” Suddenly, he remembered the burning remains of Diavolo’s palace. “And the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“And besides, it’s not Judgement Day, yet,” Mammon realized. He gave Father a side-eye. “Is it?”

Father shook His head. “No, it’s not even close.”

“So, it’s not Judgement Day, yet Hellfire was spotted without Your permission in the homes of the Devildom’s most prestigious denizens?” asked Satan, his eyes lighting with interest. “That’s incredibly suspicious.”

“Where is this Demon Lord of yours, anyway?” Father wondered.

Lucifer felt his heart drop to his feet, cursing himself for not thinking of Diavolo in the bustle of coming up to the Celestial Realm. “We didn’t find him.”

Mammon, who had seen the distraught look on Lucifer’s face, turned to their Father. “Maybe Ya could use that impotence of Yours an’ find him?”

Even Lucifer had to crack a smile at Satan’s irritated correction. “Omnipotence, not impotence! And besides, He’s going to use His omniscience to find where Diavolo is. His omnipotence is what He’s going to have to use to get you to shut up.”

Their Father nodded and closed His eyes. A moment later, He opened them. “I was not able to find the Demon Lord Diavolo.”

“What?” Lucifer demanded, his fingers curling into fists. “You’re supposed to be the Almighty God! How can You not find him?”

The Almighty shook His head and repeated, “I was unable to find him.” He rubbed His chin. “It’s almost like he ceased to exist.”

Lucifer couldn’t believe his ears. Cease to exist? What did that mean? His Father controlled all possible reality; how was it possible that He was unable to locate Diavolo? Before he knew it, his breaths were coming in quick and shallow, and he began to feel lightheaded.

“Whoa there, bro.” Mammon gulped as he caught his elder brother before he toppled to the ground. “I know this looks bad, but c’mon, we’ll get through it.”

“Yeah, maybe Diavolo’s just been kidnapped and brought to an alternate universe that Father doesn’t control,” Belphegor consoled, although he couldn’t help the absolutely devilish gleam of hopefulness at the prospect in his eyes.

“Impossible,” their Father boomed. “I created the fundamentals of existing. Nothing can do so without Me. I control and know of all channels of existence by default. Although …” He stroked His chin. “There is sometimes a way to hide such information from Me.”

“There is?” Asmo asked.

Lucifer lightened considerably upon hearing that information. Perhaps there was hope for Diavolo after all. “What do You mean?”

“I told you earlier of how My omniscience works, correct? As in, I have the capacity to know all, however, that doesn’t mean that I know all at all times. If I want to know something, I must inquire of My omniscience. I am the only one who is able to access My omniscience, but if someone else were able to do so, they would be able to alter the information found in it.”

“Whoa, so what You’re saying is … someone can hack Your brain?” exclaimed Levi, his mouth agape. “That’s literally straight out of an anime!”

“You have to ignore him,” Belphie told their Father drily. “Levi is a godless, godless soul.”

Lucifer shook his head at the newfound information. If what Father had described was truly what had happened, then they were in a lot more trouble than they thought. How could someone access their Father’s omniscience? What motive could someone have to hide information from the Almighty? He gulped. There was no way that this could end well.

Suddenly, Satan gulped, his face ghostly white. “I told you all earlier that it was suspicious that the Hellfire was found at both our and Lord Diavolo’s homes, considering all of us compose the Devildom’s government, but here’s what’s more worrying: whoever erased Father’s knowledge of Diavolo’s whereabouts is most likely the one who kidnapped him—which is what we’re believing for Lucifer’s sake, not that he’s dead—and since our house was also targeted, that means we’re next.”

Lucifer watched as the rest of his brothers blanched, becoming as pale as Satan. He whipped toward his Father. “Can You discern who is responsible for this?”

“It seems that that information has been taken, as well,” Father admitted, shaking His head.

Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, whether it was from frustration or fear, he didn’t know. He turned toward Mammon, who looked at him with equally mixed emotions. “Whoever it was that caused the earthquakes, tore up the Devildom, used Hellfire without Father’s permission, kidnapped Diavolo, stole information from Father, and is possibly coming after us … we can certainly take them on … right?”

Mammon scratched his neck. “I mean … I don’t know. I think … I think honestly we should lay low for a bit before we consider gettin’ ready for some kinda confrontation.”

“Lay low? Lay low where? The Devildom is just an amalgamation of lava fissures and rubble now,” said Satan.

“The Celestial Realm?” Asmo suggested. “I mean—I mean, it’s not like I want to stay here or anything, but if we can’t go back home …”

“Absolutely not,” their Father barked. “The Celestial Realm is for angels. You seven lost the privilege of living here centuries ago.”

Lucifer swallowed his rage at his Father’s tone, remembering that the safety of his family was on the line. “Okay, Father.” He took a deep breath to calm himself once more. “Then where do You expect us to go?”

His Father tapped His hands together and hummed, before snapping His fingers. “The Human World.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” reasoned Satan. “That’s the last place anyone would think to look for us, especially since we’re able to blend in well.”

“Are ya crazy? We can’t make it as humans!” Mammon argued. “Just tryna feed Beel alone would blow our cover.”

Belphegor looked thoughtful as he said, “If we asked MC for help, they could probably help us assimilate into the Human World.”

“No,” Lucifer decided. “We are not bringing MC into a situation as dangerous as this. And besides, the exchange program ended over forty years ago; I’m sure MC has moved on with their lives.”

Six demon faces fell at his words, and he had to admit, he was quite saddened by them, as well. However, it couldn’t be helped. There was no way he was going to bother MC with this situation.

“So it’s settled, then,” their Father decided. “Tomorrow I shall send you and a few provisions to the Human World for your own protection. Meanwhile, I hope that you seven shall help Me in deciphering who is responsible for this whole debacle.”

Lucifer stared at his Father pensively. He wasn’t sure how he felt about working with the Almighty, again, but he supposed that it was better than working against Him, as before.

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

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