#i was missing two common chests in some simple puzzle i didn't notice before

[menstits]

Oh my god YES FINALLY

[meenah-chan]

Requested by: @zimelu-eloni-nova-lycan (hope you see this since I can't tag you ಥ‿ಥ)

My apologies in advance if Malleus is OOC. Other than wanting to play TW and doing a bit of research of him, I know nothing 😂 I never thought of taking requests coz I'm a slow writer but it was quite interesting so I did it anyways. (And took daaays to finish 😂)

To Thine Own Self Be True

An OM! Brothers x GN! Dark Fae MC (slight OM! X Twisted Wonderland crossover)

5.47k words

Genre: flangst

Trigger warnings: self harm, violence, self depreciation? (cringe jk) Read at your own discretion.

"You're an incomplete puzzle... I hope you find your missing pieces." And thus, they were sent to someplace they didn't know...

They... have always been alone. But Y/N is not lonely. They have Malleus, a powerful yet caring brother. They have their grandmother, that even as busy as she is, tries to show her love as much as possible.

They are the only one they need. As long as they have them, they needn't anything else. Or atleast they think so.

"As a part of royal family, you have to broaden your horizon." But they think otherwise.

Before Malleus' departure for Night Raven College, he left Y/N a word, "You're an incomplete puzzle, Y/N. I hope you find your missing pieces." and that was months ago, and they were still confused by it.

Incomplete puzzle... It doesn't feel like they are. They are content of what they have. They capable of doing most tasks perfectly. They fulfill their responsibilities impeccably. It's not like they can't live on their own either. Having no friends and acquaintances but they're two family members is also fine. They don't need any more. No one who could stand their presence anyways.

The intimidating dark energy far more destructive than a fae possessed, in which Y/N could never control. Those menacing, sharp green eyes. Their skin as pale as the dead corpse, and lips charred black. But most of all, those pair of disgustingly sharp, black horns that keeps on growing back no matter how hard they try to get rid of it.

Y/N is the epitome of fear. They knew it more than anyone. If they were to be reckoned that way, it is better to maintain distance from everyone.

But I should fulfill my duty, atleast. They thought, fortifying their resolve as they stood before the future King of Devildom and his butler. "Welcome to Devildom, Y/N Draconia."

"It's an honor to be of your acquaintance, Prince Diavolo." Placing a palm on their chest, Y/N bowed.

As per the two Kingdom's agreement, they were to live in a safe place different from a lavish lifestyle they have been used to inside their gold plated walls. And thus they were led by the Future king's shadow, Barbatos, to their new home. The House of Lamentation.

House of Lamentation. What a gloomy and dreadful place, befitting a sinister being like me. they scoff.

But the sight the dark fae witnessed within that walls was not within their expectations.

"Beel! Don't eat the my wallet! H–Hey, I said let go! My goldie'll snap! B–Belphie, help me!" A white-haired man is pulling a leather wallet from the teeth of a bulky orange-haired one.

"Smells chicken mushroom oil." While the orange head kept their teeth sunk into the wallet almost ripped into two. "It's just a drop, stop going crazy over it!"

"Belphie, wake up! You promised you'll help me with clearing dungeons today! The raid will start anytime now!!" A violet haired male violently shakes an asleep man in blue but the man is far from dazed at all.

"Hrmm... Five more minutes—" "We have no more time!! I can't play with a missing player!"

A feminine faced guy appeared right in front of them, instantly invading their comfort zone and kept locking eyes with them. "Ohh? Who is this with you Barbatos? Ahh, The one moving in! You're quite early, darling. Ignore those bunch in the back and play with me?"

"Behave, you fools!!" A booming voice reverberates and in an instant, the rowdy bunch is silenced. "Such a disgrace..."

Except for one, who didn't make any ruckus until that very moment.

A bucket came flitting up in the air and in the next second, all of its contents all poured on the man who controlled the ruckus a while ago.

"SAAAAATAN!!" It was an utter chaos. This place far from the gloomy place they have in their imagination. It is filled with rabid demons that could obliterate them were they to join forces, and now Y/N have to adjust in this new environment.

"I see it's not a great time to introduce myself." Said Y/N, yet the only one who probably heard them is the butler beside them. "If you'll excuse me, I would like to know where my room is."

"As you wish, your Excellency. Allow me to lead you the way." The butler responded to them. They left the common room, where the rowdy ones moments ago, were trying to suppress the supposedly-most decent of the seven, from destroying the mansion.

Y/N usually do not receive a normal greetings on the events they've been into or more like, forced to come by either their grandmother or by Malleus. It could be the fairies either— gives them space with no one dare shorten the distance; reluctantly greet them before leaving them as fast as they could or; flat out ignore them.

Yet so far, the experience I have today is by all odds, the most insulting way I have ever been greeted. Y/N clasps their trembling hands as they sat on the bed.

I wish this will end sooner. This will be a hell for me...

Almost everyday is a crazy, eventful day. Far different than their everyday life in the Valley of Thorns, their homeland. First impression doesn't really matter to Y/N, but for some reason, they couldn't stand them since day 1. Sure, they haven't done anymore distasteful things like the rude way of welcoming them. Still, the members of the family are crazily weird in their own ways. And they hate it.

Lucifer is the eldest of the brothers. The one who leads the brothers and manage everything in place.

"As your family have wished, you were to live differently than you have thus far. So I won't exempt you with the cooking and housework."

"As a part of Royal family, I expect great things from you. I won't tolerate screw ups."

"Remember to complete your tasks. I am assigned by Diavolo to take care of you, so I will check on your activities throughout your stay here." He is an ass. A bossy and dominating dictator who think he could order a royalty like them.

But one time, when they entered his study, they saw a scene they never thought they'll ever perceive.

*Tak* A fountain pen falling from his gripless hand.

He was splayed on his desk filled with tall stacks of paper, out cold. Y/N didn't know they would witness such vulnerable side of such condescending demon.

So they chose to put off their business for tomorrow, placing his coat over him and letting him rest.

But the event didn't occur only once. Atleast twice a week of exact time before midnight, he's always been unconscious on his desk. That's when Y/N realized: he is not strict and short tempered for no reason.

As the eldest, he took it to himself to be the father figure to the brothers, all while perfectly doing his job as Diavolo's right-hand man. He fulfills his job with perfection. But perfection doesn't come without hardwork nor sacrifices. For the sake of his great responsibility he sacrifice himself, working so hard until he drop on his desk.

With thoughts of him made Y/N ponder over something.

Does having a father feels like having a Lucifer in my life? Maybe it is, they never knew since they never remember their's. He isn't as bad as they thought he were if they think it that way. That is praiseworthy, as they think so themself and deserve some respect.

No more stern expressions whenever speaking to him. Being more compliant if his instruction is reasonable. Thanking him even for a simple thing he does for them.

Soon, they noticed he doesn't nitpick them either and praise them for every job well done. The dark fae may still be annoyed with him but that's not a bad outcome at all.

And then there's Mammon, the second eldest, who is supposed to assist the eldest.

"Ye're a royalty right? So ye're loaded. I'm in a pinch right now so let me borrow from you." He leans on their shoulder, with his smug grin.

"Don't listen to that fool. It's past 200 years and he still haven't paid his debts to me yet."

"Shut up, you otaku!"

Behind violet-haired appears the black haired demon. "MAMMON..."

"EEK— W–Wait!! Lucifer, this is not wha–ACK—!!" Mammon is a scum. A rude demon who could care less of his words and language. Trouble is where he is. Even so, in his tough exterior, Y/N took note of a soft side.

Y/N saw him one time, poking at the mopping otaku demon outside his room. "Yo Levi. What you doin' there?"

"Just let me be... I lose my raid last time because I couldn't play... Now I can't even bear looking at my PC... No one would want to play to a no-show gamer like me..."

"Hmm... Then, it can't be helped. C'mon, your big brother Mammon will play with you!"

"R–Really..?"

"Yeah, Yeah. Let's play to your heart's content" He pulled him up and push him inside his room.

Consoling a sad brother, lending a helping hand when they need it. He may not look like it, but Mammon is also taking good care of his brothers. All the emotional support Lucifer fails to give his brothers, Mammon provides.

So before Mammon entered the room, the dark fae decided to tap his shoulder, earning his attention. "You really love your brothers."

"W–Wha... Where does... who loves—"

"That's really admirable." They promptly reach out a bottle of a jet-black faerie dust only they could concoct. Mammon gingerly took it from them and scanned the inside. "That may help you settle some of your debts. Then..." After giving the bottle, they went on their way.

"AAAAHHHH!! THIS IS ULTRA RARE!" As expected to a man who could appraise goods.

They remember Malleus from his caring side, they couldn't help but smile and commend the yellow demon. I miss my brother...

Leviathan on the other hand, has a different case. He is the third-born of that household. A timid person... At first glance, atleast.

They just can't understand him. He spoke in language they couldn't wrap their head around like, "LOL! ROFLMAO!", "Tss, normie..."

It is tolerable, at least. What they can't tolerate is the fact that,

"UUWAAH!! MY RURI-CHAN LIMITED EDITION COBALT PIN AND FIGURINE IS HERE!!" He is, by far, the loudest. His sudden and unexpected outbursts kept on triggering every jumpy cells in their system.

Leviathan is too hyped he seemed to enter his own dimension. He skipped through the corridor, he sung a Ruri-whatever song that is, until, "Ahh—" he made a misstep in the stairs, a few steps away from them.

Y/N dashed and caught them barely in time, with firm hold between his shoulder blades and another to his package, which should be flying right now but was pressed secured to his chest.

"You should be more careful or you'll hurt yourself. Your treasured package almost fell." They sighed.

"... An angel has descended." He stared at them in awe. As he move his hand to the box, he touched their hand. That's when their position fianally sinks in to him. His face flared beet red and in a few seconds blew a fuse, passing out right on the spot.

"... What a troublesome demon..." With no other choice but to bring him themself, he carried the unconscious Leviathan up to their room. After opening the door, what welcomed them is a messy room.

No, not messy. The room is filled with items and materials of all sorts. Tons of CDs, figurines and posters on shelves and walls. Stuff toys and pillows of all shapes and sizes. Hanged intricate costumes and clothes, which in just a glance, they knew is made with effort. Even pins, threads and needle atop a... Sewing machine? Did he made all of this?

Y/N took another glance on the other side of the room. There he saw three monitors with various programs registered. A game, video editor and a Photoshop... I wonder what else can this man do?

Is this what they call a hobby? Such passion and dedication in pursuit of doing what he loves... An unfamiliar feeling for this dark fae.

They... can't really understand this man. Not at all... But I can now see him in another light, I guess...

The one who sought Y/N first were Beelzebub, the sixth-born. A bulky, tall demon who loves to eat. They were having a snack on the balcony when the older twin sniffs his way in. Such action that freaked the dark fae out internally, considering the sight they witnessed when they first moved in. The fact that they saw a few times 'accidentally' eating inedible things doesn't helped at all either.

"I followed the smell from the kitchen. Your cake smells delicious!" The drooling giant stood by them, and they couldn't take another sip from their tea.

"Hmm... Help yourself." Or you may help yourself with my flesh if I didn't satisfy your hunger.

"Really?!" He sat oposite to them and within minutes, all the plates on the table were wiped clean. "That was delicious!... Ahh that's right. Y/N, why aren't you eating with us during meals?"

"I'm used to eating by myself."

"But why? Eating with someone make the food taste better." Y/N doubt that'll be the case if that someone is him, who could definitely eat them if his appetite cries its needs.

Beelzebub touched his chin, thinking. "Hmm... How about I eat with you during snacks time? I'll bring food you'll definitely like!"

"Ah—" And they lost their timing. His eyes sparkles like stars and the pure happiness in his voice made it impossible for them to refuse. They wouldn't know what he could do were they to decline what he desire.

Since then he would appear without fail during Y/N's snack time, sharing both of their food with each other.

They tried to slowly end such dangerous activity yet, the enthusiasm in his eyes whenever he eat held them back. In the end, Y/N conceded, increasing their baked goods everyday to sate the needs of the ball of sunshine before them– who could bring warmth or burn them. As a response he will also eat it all like it's his first time eating their goods.

He is a man of few words yet, also quite easy to read, especially when eating the sweets they made themself. A straight forward person who means just as he say.

He would even sometimes bring his other twin, who will eat a few bites before snoozing.

"Beel really likes you, you know..." They glanced from their teacup to the youngest, seating beside them as the gobbling twin is busy with his food.

Belphegor stares in an ever-drowsy eyes. He is the man they least interacted with. How can they? Whenever they see him, he is always asleep. And it's not like Y/N is interested in communicating with him or anyone at all. "He even does his research for everything he brings you here. I don't know if you knew, but he really want to convince you to eat meals with everyone."

"...Ehh? Why? We're not even..." Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Because he loves everything you make. He wants to talk to you ever since the first time you cook, but you're too antisocial to even eat with us."

"Says the demon who is always sleeping whenever I see him." Y/N snorts before taking a bite from the cupcake Beel brought. Hmm... this is good...

"...You, are you getting enough sleep?" Belphegor peers at their face.

"...None of your business."

"Whatever..." He frowns before burrying his face on his pillow.

What a keen observant. Y/N thought.

They've also been observing him since the first day. They share a lot of classes together and the dark fae knew, he is someone who rarely attend his classes, and whenever he does, he is always asleep. They also never saw him hold a book, much more read it. Yet, when they have exams, he finishes halfway the alloted time, almost the same time as them and sleeps after. The worst thing is that he could pass them easily.

He... is a dormant monstrosity. They conclude as they unlock the door to their room the day after. But before they do so, they noticed something.

Beside the door is an unfamiliar paper bag and inside... is a pillow, a bit caved it to the top center—similar to the one they use back to their home to be able to sleep well. It also comes with a note:

'The caneles and the stew is passable. You can throw away the pillow if you don't want it. Just know that it took me a great deal of effort to buy that.'

Really, what a frightening observant.

And there is Satan, the fourth-born, a pretty decent guy who craves for nothing but knowledge. If Y/N may say, he is the one they spend the most time with, though it's not that much.

"What are you reading?" Voicing not a word, they faced him the book cover.

"L’intelletto e Il Cuore... Hmm, that's a good choice." With at least 3 meters away from him, and few to no words exchange between them inside the library, it's not really that much.

He is a rational and intelligent man who respects personal space. Though, from time to time he would snicker eerily between the silence they have, holding either a cursed or homicide book. Creepy.

"What did you say...? The books you borrowed from me... Fell in the river? And it was washed away...?" And when he is angry, all his rationality is thrown out of the window.

"I–I will replace it I promise–" Pleads the peach-haired demon, kneeling before him.

"Replace, you say...? Didn't you know they were a Century membership gift to me from the Bibliomagicus Guild? Do you think that's replaceable...? Ha... Haha...HAHAHAHA!! THEN WHY DON'T YOU REPLACE THEM WITH YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE, HUH?!"

His wrath makes Y/N tremble, like all the bookshelves and books present in the library. Right, the books, the bookshelves. He'll destroy everything if this continues.

"Somnus Enim a Dum." So in a snap they cast a spell, amplified by their own dark pixie dust, and render him unconscious.

"Y/N!" That night he showed up in the library, frantically and still disheveled clothes and hair.

"Thank you. I don't know what would've happen if you're not there. And I also apologize you get to see that side of me." It's the first time they ever saw him smile without looking at the book. A smile similar to their brother.

"You're weird. You got so angry because of books that you'll ruin all the other irreplaceable books here."

"..."

"Don't mind it. I'd feel bad if the books are ruined."

"...Right." He chuckled, brushing his hair with his fingers and fixing his clothes to place. He then picked up the book he's reading, pulling the other sofa to sit beside them.

Now that's annoying. Nevertheless they let him. For they're a mere guest.

The fifth-born, Asmodeus, is not a problem back then. Having only a few occasional invitations for salon and parties, they could decline politely. But after the book incident, everything about his approach changes.

Since then, there was Asmodeus, everywhere!

In the classroom, in the library, in the music room, in the planetarium, in the balcony, in the bed, even the bathroom! He won't give them a break!

"Y/N~ I noticed you're always with Satan in the library. Are you getting along well? Beel too, you always bake and eat with him. That's so unfair! And you invite Belphie without me? Don't tell me you already like one of them?"

"If you'll choose one of us, shouldn't you choose me, the most beautiful demon of them all? I swear I can love you thousandfold than any of them, but... of course you can only be my second~~"

"What's with you and Lucifer? You always went to him every night. Is it a nightly endeavor? Hey~? Y/N, don't ignore me~!" He is a complete chatterbox. A motormouthed demon who don't know when to shut up.

But being with him comes with a few merits. Despite not looking like it, Asmodeus is a real gentleman. He maybe not as keen as Belphegor's capability to observe, but Asmodeus is an attentive and thoughtful demon. He does his everything to provide every small help he could give to them.

Whilst not needing help, it's much better than him being a clingy, dead weight. Y/N tries to look at the bright side.

"But this is tiring..." Y/N sighed, closing the book they are holding.

"Are you tired of reading? C'mon, let's go out and breathe fresh air!" I'm tired of you, you idiot.

"If you want to go out, you can go." The dark fae massaged their temple. It's been throbbing from time to time after that incident with Satan and Asmodeus bugged them.

"No! You've always been cooping yourself here or your room since coming here. You have to go out from time to time or you'll wither away!"

"You're so noisy Asmo. Y/N said they don't want to go." Asmodeus pout at Satan sitting beside Y/N, before pulling the dark fae out of the library and House of Lamentation.

"I'm telling you, I don't need this." Asmodeus holds 5 hangers of clothes, pondering which one fit them best.

"But~ It's such a waste for a beautiful person like you if you don't try dolling yourself up..." They stare at Asmodeus as if he just said the most ridiculous thing he could ever say.

"Don't tell me..." Asmodeus stared at them in disbelief, gasping dramatically like he always does,t "Y/N, YOU'RE GORGEOUS! DON'T EVER THINK YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE A DROP DEAD BEAUTY AND—" They covered his lips before he could even shout louder in such a public place.

He then pulled their hands off after a few moments. "And look! A bit of blush suits you! And black lipstick—" Y/N let him dressed them up— in exchange of shutting up. He chose meticulously, accenting every parts that they consider an abomination. A dizzying position they were in.

But the real deal has yet to come. What's worse than being bothered by a bug? More bugs...

"Asmo, are you nuts! You're hogging them all to yourself!" Mammon barged in their room as Asmo is applying makeup to them who gave up on him for a while now.

"Y/N couldn't come to our snack time because of you." Beel and Belphegor followed close behind, clearly unamused of Asmo's action.

"I haven't even got a chance to introduce them to the wonders of anime and games!" So do is Leviathan.

"They prefer reading in the library more, right Y/N?" Satan rest his back on the door frame, crossed arms.

"Excuse me? If I may say, Satan, Beel and Belphie are the one who took their time more than I!"

"YOU—" And their greatest fear since living in Devildom occurs. All hell broke loose. An all out brawl of the short tempered demons before them with all the six brothers, a thread away from transforming and blasting everything they touch. No... That's not it. Without transforming, they're already smashing everything into pieces.

The dressers. The desk. The chairs and mirrors. Everything but the bed they are sitting on.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!" The last and the strongest of the brothers made his appearance, yelling in his most intimidating voice.

And they...finally snapped.

"Each and everyone of you... GET. OUT!!!" Such horror reflected on their eyes, with their whole being trembling uncontrollably. Tears poured down one after another. All of the emotions the brothers have never seen them make all spilled before them. As if a predator threatened to the end of their life.

On their hands...

were horns severed from their own head. The seven demons were so taken aback their bodies moved on their own to comply to Y/N's order... or more like, plead.

And the doors were completely closed.

They never left their ransacked room. They wouldn't open their doors to anything. No food, gifts nor even apologies. All but the brothers' words received a single response: "Malleus... I want my brother."

Hence the brothers and future king have no choice but to call him as soon as possible, or they will perish inside such place, alone like they've always been.

"Thank you for taking good care of my sibling. I hope you will continue so in the future."

"We also hoped we could. Yet considering the circumstances, I doubt they would want to stay here a second longer."

"Let—" but before Malleus could even finished his sentence, Y/N came flying down on him.

The distressed fae buried their face in their safe haven's chest. He then proceed carrying them in his arms, assuring them they are safe.

Lucifer led them to the music room, giving them privacy in their conversation.

"You've become so light, Y/N. And what happened to your horns?"

"...I wanna go home."

"Why? Do you hate this place?"

"I'm scared of them since the first day."

"That's understandable... But is that all?" Y/N stare at him in disbelief, while Malleus smiling softly at them.

"...Then what else... should I feel? I know I'm a monster... But that doesn't mean I could live with such monstrous demons! I'm just a monster with a weak heart!"

"Then you can blame it all on me. I'm the one who chose this place for you after all." All words were blown off Y/N's mind. The furrow between their eyebrows disappears as their face relaxes.

"Brother... But why?"

"I want you to realize your own self."

"..."

"Now answer me. You said you're scared of them, but do you hate them? Do you want to leave this place so badly? Is that really everything you've felt in this place?"

"Of course! I... I..." Y/N already knew the answer to his question, way before he even asked.

"They were annoying, noisy and self-centered bunch who does things as they pleased. They keep dragging me on their antics, I never had a peace of mind... I hated it, I despise it. I..." They bit their lips.

"I felt so frustrated! Why do they look so lively and happy despite being so unruly? They're always on each others neck yet they were having fun? Why?! And hobbies? How can they have such thing? I have nothing of sort! I just wake up day after day, desperately searching for something and fill this empty void inside me!"

"I fulfill my responsibilities without fail, on what cause? I have no purpose! Seeing that demons made me feel so miserable with my existence!"

They looked on their lap, holding back the tears on verge of falling. "What do they have that I don't? They're also the strongest, incredibly so that even I shook when they unleash their power! So why aren't they isolated like I am? How can they live a normal life unlike me?!"

"I think you already know the answer."

"...Because... They rely on each other. I never relied on anyone nor let anyone rely on me..." Malleus' smile widens when they hit the nail on the head.

"You're a strong person, Y/N. You won't even depend on us, not until today. You're capable of anything. You're just afraid of any more rejection, of being left behind." He paused and lift their face to meet his eyes, "Diavolo and others explained to me what happened. They said the incident frightened you. Yet knowing you, I doubt it is fear. Will you tell me why you blew off?"

"...I was overwhelmed. They were fighting over me. It never happened to me before so don't know what to feel. The attention was too much that I hated it. And I don't know how to respond to them..."

"So you brushed them off and isolated yourself." They nod weakly.

"And you snapped your horns to show them you're not who they think you are; to scare them off."

"Something like that..." Malleus smiled at them as he pet their head. "See? It's not bad being honest to yourself. Do you still want to leave, now that you let it all off your chest?"

Y/N shooked their head. "I want to stay."

"My Y/N is amazing... To surpass all the beings who estranged them. You're all grown up now." He held them in his arms, Y/N nuzzling onto his chest.

"Come on, they've been waiting for you for the longest time. You know what to do, right?"

"Yes." They left the room, Y/N clinging to him like never before. As childish as it seems, Malleus knew they grew a lot in just a few months of living in Devildom. It is indeed a great decision to choose the brothers to take care of them. They were no longer the incomplete puzzle he saw before he left for his studies.

"Y–Y/N..." Waiting in the common room are the seven brothers with Diavolo and Barbatos.

"W–We understand if you really want to l–leave." Mammon looked down as he clenched his fist.

"It was our fault." Leviathan followed.

"We've been insensitive, pressuring you despite knowing you're not accustomed interacting with a lot of people." Satan said with a serious frown.

"We even destroyed your belongings." Asmodeus glanced away, holding onto Satan's jacket.

"We'll make it up to you in any form."

"Y/N, sorry." Belphegor and Beel voiced respectively.

"It was due to my negligence you have to experience such incident. I also want to apologize." Lucifer held his palm to his chest for a slight bow.

"N–No!" Y/N strongly shook their head, "I should be the one to apologize! I'm so sorry!!" before bowing deeply.

"Y/N!? No, please raise your head—" Diavolo held Lucifer's shoulder to stop him like Malleus cued to let his sibling continue.

"It was all my fault! I've been a coward all this time. I was wrong for trying to push you all away when you don't mean harm. It was all my fault for venting all my frustrations to you. Please, if you would still allow it, I want to stay a bit longer."

"Y/N you are more than welcome here so please raise your head now. We don't deserve your apologies." Satan was the first one who walked towards them to raise their head.

"Y/N?!!" But as he did so, a crying Y/N appears in the brothers' view.

"This is the first time I will ever ask someone but," they sob and sniff, "will you guys be my friends?"

"Y–Yes, so please stop crying!" As conflicted as the brothers are, being asked such question that could hinder their future plans with them, they were forced to agree to their wish instantly.

Let's leave it for another day... The same phrase runs in the thoughts of the brothers, a very rare occurence to happen once in a millenium.

With Asmodeus' lead—he, Mammon, Leviathan, and Beel wrapped their arms around them to console the crying faerie. Lucifer, Satan and Belphegor stood a feet away from them, watching the five in the middle.

As things calms down, they decided to sit on the same dinner table for the very first time. Food were served by Barbatos, who prepares who knows when. He could actually have predicted such outcome for all they know.

The place were so warm, and lively. "This tastes wonderful." That's an understatement. The food have the richest taste than everything Y/N ate in their entire life. "You're right, Beel. Food were best eaten with someone." Beel have them a toothy grin. "I'm glad you get me."

After the meal, Y/N fell asleep on the spot. "Hehe, they're so carefree now." Belphegor played with their fringe. They didn't woke them up and instead carry them in a new room, letting them have the deep sleep they couldn't have for days.

"Congratulations, for being Y/N's first friends. I'll leave them in your care." Malleus bid his farewell to everyone, not bothering of waiting for Y/N to wake up. "I also hope this incident will be the last one."

"Yes, we won't let such thing happen again, and ensure a comfortable life for Y/N throughout their stay here." Diavolo answers in stead of everyone. The brothers are not in the shape to reply as they absorb Malleus' first sentence.

First friend. Such a bitter-sweet word. Whether the word stings them or not, it doesn't matter. It won't stop the brothers from trying to achieve the same goal as subtle as possible.

And so, a not-so-obvious scramble goes on.

This took longer than I expect 🤣😂 In all honesty, it was quite challenging, making a blatant All Brothers x MC. I also don't have a plot and flow until I actually wrote it sksksk dunno if that's a good or bad thing 😂🤣 and this was the longest one I wrote for the past half a year.

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-- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Synopsis: Edmund just couldn’t resist meeting up with an commoner every midnight.

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You know, he wanted things to be different.

All he wanted was to tell everyone that he loved her. But he couldn’t. Narnia was not as easy to deal with as it seemed, especially as he was one of the four ruling kings - the four most famous. What would they say if King Edmund came with the news that he was in love with a commoner? He always compared Narnia to the times of monarchy in his homeland. If a royal appeared with someone who wasn't one, the scandal was set. And he didn't want that in Cair Paravel. Especially when the law says that Peter should get married first.

But of course Edmund never imagined that he would fall in love. And in such an unusual way.

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Edmund could no longer stand that festivity. He didn't want to have to go on to that ball that was meaningless to him. What drives a person to dance in the middle of winter, as if it was something to celebrate? Edmund wish to understand what goes through his brother’s head. What Peter saw as a celebration of what winter would no longer be, Edmund saw as a reminder of what he almost allowed to remain. Years passed, and he still blamed himself for the choices he made in the past. He would never forgive himself for that and would always regret it.

Edmund sighed, giving up on the idea of letting his sisters knowing he was leaving the room. No one had paid attention to him since the ball started, and it wouldn't be now that they would. It already came to terms with it. So he simply exited through the main gate of the hall. He paced through the gardens slowly, watching the flowers around him as he had seen Lucy doing now and then. Outwardly, he looked like a calm and calculating king, but only he knew what really went on the inside.

Sighing again, Edmund sat on the far bench in the garden, resting his head in his hands. But the sound of a branch cracking near him caught his attention. He looked around for the origin of the sound and saw some movement in some branches not too far away. He ran in time to catch a girl who fell off a branch and held her tightly to prevent her from going straight to the ground.

���Are you alright?” He asked, really worried about the petite girl’s state still in his arms.

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Edmund smiled at the memory that invaded his mind. At first glance, she looked really fragile. But that was just appearance.

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“Yes, I am, thank you.” The girl said roughly, jumping from Edmund's arms in a perfect jump.

Edmund looked closely at her features, her black hair, and her blue eyes. Something about her had puzzled him at first glance. Her delicate face might confuse her with a princess, but her robes denied this theory. However clean and well-groomed the beige dress was, the peasant seam work was clear. And for some reason unknown to Edmund at that time, he sympathized with the girl. Maybe her fragile appearance, maybe her attempt to sneak in, maybe her harsh way of treating him, maybe her mesmerizing blue eyes or just the fact that she seemed braver than he was to stand up to things.

“What's your name?” asked an interested Edmund.

“Y/N.”

“I am...”

“I know who you are.” She interrupted almost immediately.

But Edmund wasn’t taken aback.

“What are you doing here?” Edmund asked, even tough he already knew the answer.

And he clearly saw the moment her already pale skin paled even more. And she was clearly looking for an escape.

Edmund smiled. “What do you think about coming in with me?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, want to join me at the ball?”

“B-but they...” she looked for an excuse but Edmund prevent her from continuing.

“I don't care what they think.”

And for the first time, that was true.

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Edmund remembered pretty well Peter's reaction to his appearing with Y/N in that room. It hadn’t been the best, but after he had insisted for a moment, the blonde had given in. And from that day on, he would always insist on her. That was one of the only certainties he had in life. And his urges wouldn't stop there.

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“Edmund, are you sure?” Y/N asked one day. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

It was one of the days they would meet up. Y/N had unexpectedly become his best friend. They danced at that ball perfectly, delighting everyone, and talked until the end of the event. Since then, they had begun to meet in the woods around the castle at midnight. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they would walk, and sometimes they would be quiet, just enjoying each other's company.

“I still don't understand where did you get the idea that you brings me trouble!” complained Edmund, rolling his eyes.

It was already two o'clock in the morning - they never passed one o’clock - and Edmund insisted on taking the girl to the village near the castle. It was close, but not so much.

“I don't know, Eddie.” She said, blushing and feeling a little uncomfortable. “You’re at the risk of your brother catch you meeting with a commoner. I know King Peter is kind, but that goes against all the laws already imposed before.”

Edmund took a deep breath and took Y/N's hand in his, causing her to stop shaking almost instantly with the warmth of his hand.

“I told you, Y/N.” he said, minimally smiling while playing with the fingers of the girl. “I don’t care what they say.”

And without leaving much time for her to answer, he pulled her hand directing them to the stables.

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Edmund lifted his head to the ceiling and smiled slightly as he closed his eyes, trying to remember all the sensations that midnight had brought him. The feeling of his hands around Y/N's thin waist as he lifted her to Phelipe's horse saddle. The sensation of being behind her, supporting her body against his chest and enveloping her in his arms. He remembered being afraid that she would fall, but Y/N seemed to ride even better than him. Perhaps she had spent her life doing that, but what had been most recorded in Edmund's mind about that particular day was what had happened when he left her home.

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“Good night, King Edmund.” Y/N teased. She was about to go through the door of his simple little house, having a half malicious smirk on her lips.

Edmund rolled his eyes.  “I already told you there’s no need to call me that!”

Y/N laughed, knowing how annoyed he would get when she called him that. But she also knew how handsome he looked with his flushed cheeks.

“Alright, have a good night, Eddie.” She repeated.

Edmund smiled this time, and approached to give a gentle kiss on the girl's cheek. But it seems that there was some calculation error and Y/N also turned around with the Y/Ne intention. So, seconds later, when both their lips touched, just enough so that they noticed what had happened and they departed quickly, both flustered.

“Uh... Well...” Edmund started, scratching the neck in a clear sign of discomfort. “Good night, Y/N. See you tomorrow.”

Edmund then leaned over and kissed Y/Nmanhta's cheek. This time, on the right target.

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But Y/N hadn’t appeared at the midnight after that. Neither in the other, nor in the other after that, nor another two days after that. It had been like this for almost a week and Edmund was already a nervous wreck. He was afraid she had ignored him on purpose because of the night they kissed. It wasn’t like Edmund didn’t like it, but it just wasn’t the right time to get involved. At least not for him. He'd discount his mood on anything he saw. Was it a corner broken vessel, the lack of appetite for the delicious food of the palace’s cooks, writing reports without the needed precision...

Several of these factors happened throughout the week, and Peter had even asked what had happened. Edmund didn’t mean to tell him about his encounters, so he told him it was just tiredness. Of course the blond didn’t believe in sorry excuse of story, but gave him time off from their obligations. Free time that Edmund used to ride to the village where Y/N lived.

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Edmund knocked at the door of the simple village house, afraid of his theories for Y/N distancing herself. He hated to think that she had been avoiding him because of their kiss. Simple for outside observers, but for Edmund it was the missing detail for him to finally understand about his confused feelings. It had been months since they met and had been hiding, but since then Edmund couldn't stop thinking about the girl.

Amazing was also the fact that, since then, he had stopped thinking about his mistakes. Mistakes that he would blame himself to this day if the dark blue-eyed girl hadn’t appeared in your life. But that day, at that ball, his torments became different. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about that girl? She had nothing special, no land, no titles, nothing! And maybe that was why she intrigued him so much. And since the last day they saw each other, Edmund had been able to organize his thoughts and finally come to the conclusion that he loved this commoner.

“Edmund, what are you doing here?” The girl's voice distracted him from his thoughts and he felt his heart clenching.

He flashed a smile at her, but it soon faded when he saw the girl's slightly fragile and sad appearance.

“Y/N? What happened? When you didn’t show up in the woods, I was worried.

Y/N gave him a slight smile.

“Come in.” she invited, giving him space to go in.

Edmund came in, a little uncomfortable, but soon felt at home when noticing the simple appearance the house also exuded inside. He loved the luxurious comfort of Cair Paravel castle, but couldn't help but feel comfortable with the old-fashioned living room as well.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked again to the girl, who was now standing in front of his and her head down.

“My dad.” She said, averting her gaze to the closed door that was on the opposite wall.  “He’s sick, I had to take care of him.”

Edmund smiled with compassion and then put his hand on his belt.

“Good thing I always bring Lucy's potion for emergencies.” He said, smiling with a bit of mischief and taking the bottle from his robes.

Y/N's eyes widened. “What?! No! You don't have to use this with us!”

“Y/N.” Edmund said, approaching her and holding her chin in his free hand. “I already said that for you I would do anything.”

Edmund was proud to see a shy smile spread between Y/N's flushed cheeks, and he smiled.

“Now take me to your father, I have a commoner to save.”

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Edmund opened his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face. He didn't know if he would have the courage to leave this room to have his serious talk with Peter, but it was necessary. But without his best memories of the best times with Y/N, he wouldn’t gather the courage to do so. It was a difficult decision, almost impossible, but for Y/N he would do it. So he was at that moment alone in his room, mustering up the courage.

That day he was after her, he managed to cure the commoner. He was a kind young man, but his hard work and the constant sun had aged him irreversibly. But still, he had a young spirit. He chatted happily with Edmund, as if he didn’t realize that he was in the Y/Ne room as one of the kings of Narnia. As would his daughter do. Edmund liked the man even better when he said that after Y/N had met him, she had become a more open, receptive, and friendly person. Edmund was invited for dinner sometime in that simple house with the two of them, and he didn’t refuse.

But a memory that would never fade from his memory would come a few weeks after his first dinner in that house. He never imagined that he would know paradise until he saw her that way.

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Bare back, wet hair and white skin. It was all Edmund saw, but it was enough for him to think of inappropriate thoughts with the bathing woman's body. After all, what had happened to him as he left before midnight to wait for her in the woods? Well, he was feeling guilty, but how would he know that Y/N was bathing in the river near the meeting point? He had been lucky that the girl didn’t realize his presence.

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Edmund controlled his mind to avoid inappropriate images. He didn't need to be excited right now. So, therefore, decided to launch the web of thoughts in another direction. Their first kiss, maybe?

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“What are you doing?” Asked Edmund, laughing when he saw Y/N sprawled among the fallen leaves after tripping over a protruding root.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” She answered sarcastically, but hiding a slight smile at the corner of her lips. “The very comfortable floor and leaves in the hair are the latest fashion in the village!” He mocked.

Edmund rolled his eyes but smiled. “You look beautiful anyway.”

It was Y/N's turn to roll her eyes - blushing, of course. Edmund reached out to help her to her feet, but didn’t imagine the girl's mischief smirk until he was lying on her, hearing her angelic laughter. When it stopped, their eyes met. Blue in brown and brown in blue. It might seem strange, but for them it was the perfect match. Just like their lips together, as they were seconds later. And of course neither of them walked away.

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Since that day, kisses and more kisses have been going on. Whenever they saw each other, whenever they said goodbye, whenever they shut up and whenever they talked too. The kisses became such a vice between them that it was almost humanly impossible to live a second without feeling each other's lips.

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As soon as he saw her, Edmund took her in his arms and kissed her with passion. It was a wild, longing kiss, obliterating any feeling that overwhelmed their hearts. A kiss never experienced by them, but that meant the world.

“Wow!” Y/N commented, separating her lips from his due to breathlessness, but moving away completely. “Was that all you miss?”

“You have no idea.” Edmund answered, giving light kisses of pleasure on the target girl's neck.

“But we haven't seen each other in just two days!” Y/N laughed, closing her eyes to prolong the sensations that Edmund's lips caused on her skin.

“It seemed to me like eternity.” Said Edmund finally, before taking her lips in another kiss.

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Maybe it was one of their last nights together. At least until Susan shows up with the two princesses.

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Edmund was holding on not to grab her there in front of everyone. Especially since she wore the Y/Ne dress she had on the night they met. And that, Edmund would never forget. But it was easy to forget that they couldn't meet, much less fraternize. He and Peter were there to meet the requests of the commoners of the nearest villages; and that included Y/N and his father, who were in the midst of all those people in front of the kings throne.

“Calm down, please!” Asked Peter, probably for the tenth time at that time. It was hard to please everyone. “We'll try to meet everyone, won't we, Edmund?”

But Edmund had eyes only for her. He always had eyes only for her, and it hurt her to know that they couldn't make official whatever there was between them. That was all Edmund wanted. He could see that Y/N was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the staring, after all, they were being obvious. But he couldn't help it, especially when he saw her whisper something to her father and he would say something that made her blush even more.

But something caught the boy's eye, and it wasn't his brother trying to call him. It was the giant doors of the Throne Room that brought with them their sister Susana and two blond girls who were immediately identifiable as royalty.

“Susana?” Asked Pedro, confused. “What is happening?”

Susan smiled. “These are Loren and Annelise. They are the pretending princesses to have yours and Edmund's hands.”

At this moment, Edmund's world break as much as Y/N's heart.

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Edmund hated to remember that after that, Y/N had only appeared in the woods at midnight just once more. They fought - and fought ugly. Edmund wanted to throw it all away and run away with her, even though he knew it would destroy his reputation and would be branded a traitor and a coward. The worst wasn’t the fight they had itself. But the last words he'd heard from Y/N's mouth.

Go, stay with Loren. Do what is right.

Edmund took a deep breath and walked toward the door. He would be doing the right thing to talk to his brother.

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“Peter!” Edmund shouted for his brother the moment he saw him at the end of one of the castle corridors.

“Say it, brother.” Peter smiled at her, stopping to wait for him.

“I have some doubts.” Edmund began, not knowing exactly what to say. “I, even though I'm a secondary king, have the Y/Ne rights to change laws as you, don't you?”

“You are not a secondary king.” Said the blonde, putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Always had and always will have the Y/Ne authority as me.”

“So what would you say about me altering the marriage laws only with nobility and about the first born having a duty to arrange himself first?” Asked Edmund, afraid of the answer.

Peter, however, broke everything the dark haired man would expect by smiling.

“You love that commoner, don't you?” He answered with another question. Edmund, even afraid of the reaction his response would cause his brother, nodded in confirmation. “Then go after her.”

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As soon as Y/N opened the door of her house, Edmund took her in his arms and kissed her with fervor and longing like never before.

“Edmund!” Y/N exclaimed as soon as they were separated by the lack of breath. “Why are you here?!”

Edmundo took a deep breath, still holding her, and felt the words spurt out of his mouth.

“Y/N, I have no idea how to do that, because I've never had to do this before. Actually, I'm a man, men are not creative. But if there is one thing I created in my mind, it was my future several years from now. And in every moment, I had you by my side. From the moment we met, I fell in love with you. I even convinced my brother to change the marriage laws. This is all because I love you, all because you were part of the future I imagined for myself. And you asked me to do the right thing myself, so I'm trying. What do you think of helping me with what’s right, of realizing the vision of the future I made for myself; be forever my midnight queen?” Edmund took a deep breath again before releasing the question that the possibility of a negative tormented him. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

And by the smile Y/N had opened, the answer would never be negative.