#i'm gonna go punch lucifer and then kiss him now

[i-already-know-im-going-2-hell]

My works in progress are never going to actually leave the unholy sanctity of my head unless I post them along the way so here you guys go, a really rough first draft scene from my Wincest fic based on this prompt by @queerfables .

Eventually Dean realized that words weren't truly going to fix this mess. In a way he was glad because he's not sure he would be able to give Sam what he needed if he had to have heart after heart with him. Don't get him wrong, he'd try, but they both knew Sam was the one with the way with words. That didn't mean he thought he'd be able to just barge into this. He thought back to every flinch he'd already catalogued, every panicked glance thrown his way anytime he finally got frustrated by the empty spaces in between that he tried to force his way into the no man's land, and knew that was just gonna put them right back where they'd landed. So Dean chose to do what he did best.

Word count: 1003

CW: Sam's pitifully low self esteem

He drove.

5 hours into the drive, 2 pit stops later and at least 17 glances Sam threw his way when Dean actually seemed to drop the subject and had a rough plan. Pulling Baby into a parking space at the latest of run down motels Dean got out and stretched, scowling at the dry heat that the open window was no longer soothing before looking over to Sam and smirking at the him shuffling back and forth clearly expecting Dean to say something.

"Grab the bags, I'll go check in Sam" he tossed out as he walked away.

Relaxing finally Sam just nodded, letting the bittersweet feeling that Dean had clearly finally decided to let things lay where they were like Sam had suggested wash over him.

He grabbed their bags and saw Dean come out of the office pointing towards the 4th room on the end. Walking inside he ignored the furniture that had clearly seen a better century to claim his bed farthest from the door. He saw the edges of the frame to the mirror across from their beds and kept his gaze firmly down far enough to keep the frame in his line of sight without ever catching the glass.

Rummaging in his bad he set aside a new shirt and jeans so that he could finally change out of the ones he'd already sweated through then turned around to head to the shower before coming face to face with his brother. Tensing Sam waited for his brother to either try to kiss him again or punch him, hoping it was a punch so he could at least let it happen.

Dean had lost the smirk from the parking lot but Sam couldn't tell what he was supposed to be reading from his expression so he just stared back unaware that he was holding his breath.

Dean's eyes shifted from one point of his face to another before settling once more on his eyes.

"Yep," Dean said breaking the spell and smiling softly in that way he swore he hadn't seen since Dean was still letting him steal into his bed because of the nightmares.

Sucking a breath in Sam was about to ask him what was going on but Dean just backed up and patted him on the shoulder twice.

"I'm getting first shower princess," he threw out smirking before shutting the door.

Releasing his breath at the click of the bathroom door Sam almost stumbled back onto the bed from the relief of untensing. For the first time since coming back from Hell Sam had to stop himself from looking in the mirror he was now even more aware of. He didn't have to try very hard not to because at the end of the day Sam's desire to never see Him again outweighed almost everything still but that last smile on his brother's face circled around in his face over and over.

Stealing a quick glance towards the bathroom to make sure his Brother was still in the shower Sam glanced down to his hands. He still wasn't quite comfortable with them but being able to see them reaching away from him instead of towards him helped him to separate them from Lucifer. Bringing one up he ran past the pathway Dean's eyes had seemed to track before hoping to be able to feel out what his brother had been thinking. Just as he brushed past his eyelashes he heard the click of the bathroom door and realized he'd missed when Dean turned the water off.

Dropping his hands down to the side guiltily he grabbed his clothes and brushed past Dean as quickly as he could without actually touching his brother, especially because Dean had decided once again to forego the shirt. Closing the door he stared down at his feet as usual knowing from experience if he looked anywhere else in this tight of quarters he was going to be stuck seeing Him in the mirror.

Clenching and unclenching his fists he tuned into the sound of Dean in the other room. The squeak of the springs from his bed and the sound of the television clicking on switching several times before Dean seemed to find one he was comfortable settling on. Scowling at the wall that separated them Sam decided his brother was stupid.

He'd been right to think that Dean wasn't going to just let it go like would be good for him just because Sam said so. He thought back to their teenage years when 15-year-old Sammy had wheedled his brother over and over for something he knew they both wanted and couldn't understand what had Dean made him push back so strongly.

Huffing Sam though that this whole time Dean had been right. It would've corrupted them, but not in the way Dean thought. Sam knew now what he'd always been. He couldn't go back and tell his younger self to let his older brother go and stop the whole fucked up tragedy their lives had become because of that, but he could do what Dean had always tried to do for him but never accepted.

He could protect him. Even if the person he was protecting Dean from was himself.

[boydiisaster]

hi !! I really liked what you wrote w/ trans mc coming out :DD (im trans myself and reading it made me cry happy tears at 1 am) could I request more trans mc- but after they've come out? Like during their transition or something? Thanks a bunch!! <3

trans MC my beloved

reader: transmasc, male, he/him

tw/cw: dysphoria mention

author's note: yay!!! i'm so glad you liked it- i'm trans, too! i hope you like this, as well- i'm not sure if you wanted a ftm MC or just a trans MC in general, so if you'd like me to rewrite this i'd be more than happy to! i love writing trans MC content, it literally makes my day <3

lucifer

So romantic with you when you first told him you wanted to transition. Offered to pay all your bills, and unlike Mammon, he can actually afford to.

"What, are you like my sugar daddy now or something?" you joked, poking him in the chest.

"If that's what my boyfriend wants me to be," he replied with a smirk.

(I'd burst into tears if Lucifer ever called me his boyfriend. Gender dysphoria: poof, gone.)

Makes an effort to always call you by your name, even if he doesn't have to.

"Can you go grab MC for me? I need MC right now so we can discuss his current grades."

If you take shots of testosterone, Lucifer will gladly inject them if need be. But if you want to do it by yourself, he's fine with that, too. Just allow him to stand by, in case something goes wrong. He really cares for you, and doesn't want you getting hurt.

mammon

When he first heard you wanted to transition, he was ecstatic. His love language is gift giving, and he wants to buy you everything that you need for your transition.

He was also the first person you told about this, and it really boosted his ego.

"Of course you'd trust the Great Mammon with this! I'm so trust worthy, it's obvious why you chose me-"

"Shut up and kiss me, oh 'Great Mammon.'"

Mammon tries daily to give you masculine compliments. Like, he tries so hard it hurts. You could be putting up groceries or something and he pops up out of seemingly no where to tell you that "You put up those groceries so masculine-like, MC."

He doesn't really understand, but he's got the spirit.

He'd pay for your transition if you'd let him. How, exactly? He doesn't really know, but he'd find a way for you <3

He's definitely like a supportive mother who doesn't really know what to do, but wants to do something to show that she supports you when you come out. You catch him sneaking mini pride flags or those cringey Amazon pride shirts into your room at 3 in the morning.

You wear them, just to make him happy, and his brothers most definitely tease you for it.

leviathan

Another one who doesn't really know what to do. He's had friends online that were trans, sure, but what if he messes something up with you?

(You're not gonna mess anything up, don't worry, Levi)

I want to say that he'd unironically buy you that Miku binder, but Levi has been online for so long that he knows that he probably shouldn't.

... He'd still ask to, though, just for the meme, followed by a swift punch to the arm by his ever-so-loving boyfriend.

"OW!"

"You're such a nerd.... I love you."

Not very off-brand for him, but Levi definitely recommends you anime and manga that have good trans representation.

satan

Satan is trans too, idc what you say. Am I just projecting onto my favorite fictional characters? Probably so, but it's fine.

Remember when I said Mammon buys you cringey trans pride stuff? Yeah, he did that with Satan, too. Satan still has all of the cheesy posters and tee shirts stuffed in the back of his closet, away from where anyone can see.

... When he's alone though, he definitely lounges around in the shirts and laughs to himself.

"We can form an alliance, MC. 'Trans Guys Suffering From Mammon's Stupid Gifts.'"

Much like Levi, Satan recommends you books with good trans rep. He also bakes you cake or anything else you want if you're feeling especially down.

(I headcanon that Satan loves baking okay, shut up-)

If you ever want to go to Pride with him, he'll be a little antsy at first, but buy him a couple of trans pride cat pins and he'll love it.

asmodeus

Two words: shopping spree

Takes you to all the hottest clothing shops to buy you clothes that make your dysphoria better

If you don't experience much dysphoria? Still takes you out shopping, anyways.

Hey! Shopping is fun, okay? >:(

Calls you lots of masculine compliments that give you gender euphoria. "Sir" and "Mister MC" are his favorites, just cus of the way you roll your eyes and giggle at him when he does.

Asmo loves it when his boyfriend smiles, it's the cutest sight in all of three worlds. Minus him, of course.

beelzebub

He's also trans, fuck you.

He's apart of you and Satan's alliance.

More subtle than his brothers: he doesn't do anything extravagant when you tell him you'd like to transition, just nods his head and pulls you in for a bone-crushing hug.

"I have work out routines we can try to build up muscle, if you want?"

"That sounds great, Beel, but please let go, I can't breathe-"

Another one I think would buy you trans stuff he finds online, except way less cringey, like pride pins or flags.

He also buys the two of you pride themed food to eat together <3

belphegor

You were so nervous when you told him, like, to the point you were stumbling over words. When you finally got it out that you'd like to transition, Belphie just blinked at you.

"That's all? Well, okay. What pronouns do you want me to use for you from now on?"

Catches onto everything very easily. He'll sometimes nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and just mutter masculine praises so quietly you hardly hear him, but you catch a "handsome boy" and "darling boyfriend" here and there.

He'll still call you a dumb fucking loser though, but lovingly, I swear-

[sevendeadlymorons]

I'm gonna hate myself for this.

An male mc that is fucking Diavolo into the mattress and lucifer rings Diavolo asking where he is. And mc won't let him hang up the phone so Diavolo is on call with lucifer trying to explain why he isn't there. And just when he thinks he's done Diavolo let's out a loud ass moan and they hear the beep on the phone as lucifer hangs up.

What have I done....

Told ya I’d do this next ;)

Unwanted Phone Call

Pairing: Diavolo x M!MC

Words: 1,041

NSFW // Smut // Vulgar Language

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It all really started with a kiss. You and Diavolo had recently confessed to eachother after sharing your first kiss and your sex lives couldn’t have been more steamy. You two’ve making love every day for the past week, the room practically stinking of sex and cum by now. But that never really mattered. Not to Diavolo at lest. All that mattered to him was if your cock was shoved up his ass or not. He loves the feeling of you inside of him. Your hands clawing his back and your grip on his ass as you pound into him mercilessly; the way you leave his hole sore and his legs numb afterwards and all the prominent hickeys you leave on him. He’s found to enjoy you topping him and wouldn’t want it any other way.

It was just another one of those days really. Him pinned down to the bed with his legs on your shoulder, your dick shoved deep inside of him while he moaning in pleasure, the bed creaking from the force. He’s finished off all his work for the day and he didn’t have any expectated phone calls coming in any time soon, so when his D.D.D begins to ring, Lucifer’s name displayed in the screen, it surprises you both. You look down at him, your cock still rammed inside of him as the phone continues to ring. He was about to push you off but all of a sudden, you rolled him over and pinned him down onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs out slowly with your knee. You quickly press the answer button and put him on speaker, nudging him to respond.

“Yes, hello?” He speaks quietly, whimpering as you slide in and out of him gradually, your hand caressing his nipples and between his thighs.

“Diavolo. Where are you?” You see his head hit the pillow. He must’ve forgotten he agreed to meet up with him after getting distracted by you. You smirk and place a kiss to his spine, feeling him shudder underneath you.

“Ah, I apologise, Lucifer. Something came up suddenly and turns out I can’t attend tonight...” He managed to choke out with your hand pressed to his groin teasingly and your dick buried deep inside his quivering hole.

“What came up? Are you alright?” You hear him ask suspiciously through the phone.

“No no it’s nothing, I’m fi-“ You suddenly thrust into him mid-sentence, causing him to make a strange noise and cut off. He bites his lip, embarrassed as your hand starts to pump at his cock while fucking him slowly. You plant a kiss to his neck and tell him quietly to keep taking.

“Are you... sure? You don’t sound too good” His voice sounds concerned from the other end of the phone, an awkward pause between words as he’s trying to figure out what the hell could’ve been so important for him to skip.

“Sorry, yes, I’m ok. Just a bit busy right now” He pants, obviously near his limit. Your hand continues to travel down his body, settling at his hips as you thrust into him, harder this time, a silent slapping noise audible to you both, but possibly not to Lucifer. Yet...

“Busy doing what? Just tell me and I’ll leave you to it, my lord” You can already imagine how red his cheeks are from that question as they’re pressed to the pillow. How could he possibly tell him that he’s currently got his ass up in the air pressed to your crotch and is getting pounded into the bed until he’s left with his legs quivering and his cock drilling with pre-cum? You kiss his neck, your strokes becoming faster. He puts his hand over his mouth so Lucifer can’t hear him through the phone, but the sounds you two were making were now very evident and even Lucifer could hear them by this point.

“Diavolo are you sure you’re ok? I can hear a strange noise in the background...?” He grips the pillow tightly, a few stray moans escaping, muffled against his hand. You were fucking into him mercilessly now, your grip on his ass tight so that little nail marks are left all over. You lift him up by his hair and whisper to continue in the ear, giving him a long kiss before letting go and allowing him to respond.

“It’s nothing! I’m just with MC right now!” You hear him sigh through the phone, obviously quite annoyed he’s avoided meeting with him to go see you again. You laugh under your breath and grip his thigh, burying yourself deeper inside of him and jacking him off at the same time, enjoying the distressed, overstimulated look on his face as he attempts to respond.

“I guess I’ll let you two get on with whatever you were up then. But tell me in advance next time!” He says, annoyed with the prince’s antics once again.

“Yes, of course! Thank you, Lucifer.” He spits out, out of breath and overly stimulated. Holding back so many moans; you’d think as soon as it ends, he’d be begging for you to let him cum and scream your name.

“Alright then. See you tomorrow-” You couldn’t help yourself, you thrusted yourself into him, punching his nipples so that a loud moan ripped from Diavolo’s throat, his hand immediately clasping over his mouth as you hear the line hang up. You wasted no time of flipping him back over and leaning down to kiss him, exploring his mouth with your tongue as you jerk him off and fuck him harder and faster until he’s crying out for you, your name coming out in moans and groans until he couldn’t speak any longer.

He finishes, his cum shooting onto his stomach while you empty yourself inside of him, the excess leaking out you scoop up and offer it to his mouth to lick clean. His cheeks were red raw and his eyes were rolled back; his legs twitching and dick drenched in his own semen. You lower yourself down onto him, watching him hide his face in his hands as he realises what he’s done.

Meeting Lucifer the next day couldn’t have been more awkward-

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

"Are you just using me for my body?" feat. Asmodeus

pairing: Asmodeus x Female!Reader

warnings: mentions of smut, distrust, mentions of cheating

A/N: this got REALLy emotional...

Being the Avatar of Lust and all, Asmodeus couldn't help but have desires outside his absolute adoration of you and you alone; other than himself that is.

He was so sweet all the time, never once forced you to do anything with him, and waited patiently until you knew you were ready.

You loved Asmodeus with your whole heart and had confidence that he wouldn't cheat on you.

Asmodeus was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

Until now, it had been especially hard to keep a steady relationship with his desires rampant and constantly filling up his mind. Ever since he started to get to know you and realize his feelings for you, he stopped sleeping around as much until it came to a complete halt.

He really wanted to be with you, he realized, and he'd give up anything if only it meant he could spend every minute you were here with him.

Here you were, completely in tune and comfortable with each other, but come comments from demons at school today had flooded you with doubt.

You hated yourself for mistrusting your best friend and boyfriend, especially after working so hard to get where you are.

That thought alone makes you burst into tears.

Asmo, who was snuggling happily against your chest, had noticed something off about you and decided against asking if you wanted to fuck. He simply pulled you into bed with him, shared a kiss with you, and planted his face on your pillowy chest, hands caressing your sides oh so gently.

You were so pretty...

What was he going to do with you?

He should see what was the matter.

Maybe it was a test coming up, or an unfinished homework assignment, possibly a teacher being rude to you again, but worrying causes wrinkles! With or without them you would continue to be divine, but still!

At that moment, he heard a choked sob slip past your lips.

Worried, he regrettably peeled himself off of you and saw that you were hiccupping into your hand, trying to stop yourself from crying and making a mess of yourself and Asmo's bed.

"Oh, sweetie..." Asmo murmured, pulling you into his lap, "You can go ahead and cry, don't hold it in like this!"

With his permission, you start crying like a baby into his shoulder.

He held your head, pressing kisses to your temple and rocking you gently from side to side.

"Oh, baby..." He whispers, patting your back, "You have to tell me when you're feeling bad... Don't bottle everything up."

You sob an 'I'm sorry', but Asmodeus wouldn't hear it.

"Don't you dare apologize for crying. I'm right here for you, always. Okay?"

That only made you cry harder.

'Worried' could describe Asmo when he first gathered you into his arms. 'Panicking' is how the demon was feeling when you refused to stop sobbing into his shoulder.

Something was seriously wrong and he needed to get to the bottom of it before it became difficult for you to breathe and you got even more panicked.

"Baby, hey, look at me sweetheart," He murmurs, lifting your head up to face him, "You've gotta stop crying, okay? Can you try and calm down for me? I know you can do it, just take deep breaths for me, kay?"

You wiped your eyes on your sleeves way too harshly for his liking, and he grasped your wrists and put them in your lap.

"Inhale with me, come on sweets, you can do it."

You try to inhale, but your lips trembles and you can't help but let out another sob or two, covering your face in your hand, muttering apologies and trembling.

Asmodeus tried again, pulling your hands down and holding his face in his hands, showing you how to take deep breaths and holding your gaze and refusing to let it go.

"Yes, good job!" He smiled rubbing your lower back when you began mimicking his example, "I knew you could do it, hey, don't stop yet honey, you're really wound up..."

You pull your eyes away from his with great effort as it was unbearable to stare into those earnest sunset eyes any longer.

You were repulsed at the thoughts clouding your mind.

How could you call yourself a good girlfriend? You were terrible really, doubting the man you called your boyfriend and lover the moment the shadow of jealousy turned into a rumor.

You apologized again, gripping his hand tightly.

"What did I say?" He says gently, patting your thigh, "No apologies for showing emotion. Got it?"

You nod mutely.

"Asmo?"

"Yes baby?"

"Are you... Are you just using me for my body?"

You felt him stiffen.

Tears flooded your eyes again, dripping into your lap before you could stop them.

Asmo opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Of... Of course, he wasn't... He didn't need anyone else, only you.

Why didn't you trust him?

All these months of bonding behind closed doors, Asmodeus fighting his sin so vehemently he forgot who 'Asmodeus' really was, and hours upon hours of just thinking about how beautiful you were and that you deserved better than him. He had just begun to believe that maybe, just maybe he was worthy of your limitless affection, but it was not so.

You... You never trusted him in the first place, did you?

"A-Asmo I know what you're thinking and I'm sorry-"

"No apologies." He whispered airily, eyes locked on a singular rose, one of many that had wound their way up the bedpost.

The response was empty of emotion, as was Asmodeus's face.

"Oh Asmo, you've always been so good to me. I know you'd never cheat on me after going through so much pain-"

"Who said it?"

"Wha-"

"WHO SAID IT?" Asmodeus had flashed into his demon form, angry tears spilling from his eyes as he stood in front of you, exuding rage, hatred, and most of all, despair.

Out of everything he was feeling at the moment, none of those potent emotions were aimed at you.

"YOU'RE TOO PERFECT TO COME UP WITH THAT IDEA ON YOUR OWN." He screeched, "YOU KNOW I'D NEVER BETRAY ANYONE I LOVE, WHAT DEMON IS SPREADING BULLSHIT ABOUT ME AND COSTING ME YOUR TRUST?"

You were terrified, staring up at the enraged demon, tears soaking your cheeks once again, "Asmo, please! Calm down! You're above them!"

Mascara tears lined his cheeks, and he was just about to shout something else at you, but the door to his room was suddenly blown off its hinges, giving way to six more demons with their horns out, Lucifer in the lead.

He looked absolutely livid, especially after seeing the state you were in.

Asmodeus had the nerve to shout at you? Under any circumstance?

Not in the least.

"Stop this at once, Asmodeus!" He growled, standing his ground in front of you, "Any reason you have to be angry at MC can be taken up to me! Control yourself!"

"Lucifer stop!" You plead, "Don't yell at him like that-"

"Quiet, MC." He hissed, "You need to get out of here. He's too high-strung at the moment. He needs to be alone."

The larger demon grabbed you by the arm and started pulling you out of the room, but you fought against him, punching and crying and yelling at him to let go.

Mammon tried to step in and explain that Lucifer was "jus' tryna keep ya safe!" but you weren't having it and slugged him in the nose.

He screeched as blood started pouring out of his face, Lucifer loosened his grip when he heard his brother in pain he hadn't caused and you managed to tug your limb away from him and rush to your boyfriend who had collapsed onto the floor, face in his hands and sobbing.

His wings and horns were gone, but you wouldn't have cared either way as you tackled him in a hug and refused to let go.

Asmodeus latched onto you as well, and the brothers knew there was nothing they could do about it.

Lucifer pulled Mammon away to fix his bloody and possibly broken nose, and the others stood at the ready outside the door in case something else went wrong.

For a long time, you and the Avatar of Lust simply lay in each other's arms and cried.

It felt good to comfort and be comforted.

After a few hours, both of you were dried up, holding hands and staring sadly at the ceiling.

Asmodeus spoke first.

"Do you... Do you really think I've been using you for your beautiful body all this time? I'm not accusing you of anything, I need to know."

His voice was hoarse and quiet; tentative almost.

"I never thought that, Asmodeus. I the human world, there were some bad guys I was with and I guess I was prepared to accept it if you were. You've changed vastly since I first met you and you're nothing like those swine up there." You whispered, squeezing his hand before turning to look at him, "It was a stressful week and then, on top of that, I heard some demons talking about you so I stopped to listen. They were saying such terrible things about you; how you cheat on me every chance you got, you're just using me as an exotic fleshlight, and shit like that. We... We haven't had sex in a while so I just wondered if you'd gotten tired of me. Then, when we were cuddling, I just couldn't push those thoughts out of my head and I couldn't stop myself from crying..."

Asmodeus nursed at his lower lip, scooting closer to you, suddenly cold.

"I could never grow tired of you, MC. You have and continue to inspire me to be better for you and myself. I actually..." He giggled sweetly, resting his forehead against your own, "I was gonna ask if you wanted to bang when you first came into my room. Sex really is the answer to everything, isn't it?"

You smile and shake your head, "Not now though, you need some dinner and some rest."

He pouts cutely, ticking your sides, but he knows you're right.

You snatch his hands away from you and kiss his knuckles, "I never meant to make you think of yourself any less, because you really are perfect, Asmo. No one has ever tried to make me happy like you do and willingly spent all of this time with me. You make me feel so loved... I don't know how to thank you. I just want you to know that I love you."

He's literally glowing at your words, wrapping you tightly in his arms and whispering, "I love you too MC. More than I could possibly say."

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[chibinekochan]

I'm curious how the boys would react when they try to flirt with MC kinda like :"There's someone who likes to go on a date with you". But MC reply was :" nah, dating is annoying" (sorry my English is bad)

I get what you mean. My english isn't great either. I'm fluent but grammar is still a big mystery to me.

Asmodeus

After some less than subtle flirting between you two. 

Asmo just says nonchalantly. "Hey, there is someone that would love to go on a date with you." 

It's very obvious to everyone, but you, that he refers to himself. 

You laugh. "No thank you. Dating is annoying."

Asmos's face falters for a moment, slightly disappointed. 

Then he catches himself. "You are right. Let's just skip the date and get right to the action." 

Well, who needs dates anyway? 

Mammon

You are joking around with some friends, including Mammon. 

The topic of dates comes up. 

Mammons ears perk up. 

One of your friends says, while glancing at Mammon:" You know there is someone who wants to date you right?" 

You don't get who they mean and just brush it off. "Dating is so annoying, no thank you."

Mammons' heart shatters, you could probably hear it breaking. 

He has a hard time keeping it together. 

It only would have been worse if you would date someone else. 

Mammon calls it a night very soon after that. 

You are a bit worried, since he did seem a bit down. 

You text him later to figure out what happened. 

You: Hey, did anything happen? 

Mammon: Nope, everything is alright. 

You: Mammon! 

Mammon: Alright...it's just, you know, did you mean that about dating? 

You: Mammon you know that I only would date one guy. 

Mammon: Who is it? I will punch him! *angry emoji*

You: You have to punch yourself then. 

Mammon: Wait you mean ME?! 

You: Of course, or do you think I just go around kissing random guys? Now move your butt over here and I will show you. 

Mammon: Alright, just gimme a sec. 

Mammon is over the moon. 

Leviathan

You play some online games with him. 

You are together in the same guild and currently in a raid with some team members. 

You all use voice chat and then the conversation somehow ends up being about dating. 

Everyone and their cat knows at this point that Levi has a huge crush on you, well even you are a bit suspicious at this point but you don't mean to pressure Levi. 

Your mates, on the other hand, keep teasing the poor guy. 

One of them asks you. "You know there is someone who wants to date you."

You somehow assume they mean themselves. 

"Dates are annoying." You say this just to brush them off. You had no idea that Levi was even listening. 

Levi did hear it and honestly it breaks his heart. 

He had slowly built up his confidence to ask you out on a date. There goes that plan. 

After your game session you meet up with Levi in his room and you have already planned this ahead of time. 

Once you arrive you notice that Levi seems a bit down. 

You won't let him be mopey. 

"Levi did something happen to you?" 

"Not really." Levi is unusual tight-lipped. Very unusual for him. 

"Come on, you know you can tell me everything." You feel very concerned. 

Levi sighs, he can't hide anything from you. "It's not a big deal. I just kinda overheard something earlier and well it kinda bugs me."

"Did someone tease you again? I swear, I'm gonna kick them!" You grow protective over your demon boy. 

Levi is flustered that you would go this far for him. 

"I can deal with that on my own, regardless of how amazing that would be to see. I mean it's well... what you said about dates…"

Now you understand and grin. 

"Ah, I see you heard that. Don't worry Levi, that was just directed at anyone but you." You give him a small wink. 

Levi becomes very red. "You are such a tease, you know that, right?" 

"Only as long as you give me such reactions." You tease some more.

Levi plays with his headphone cable, then he summons all of his strength. 

"So you would go on a date with me?" He is hesitant to ask but this is the perfect chance. 

You give him a huge smile. "Of course. I thought you would never ask." 

Leviathan is very happy to hear this. He is proud that he finally asked, despite your teasing. 

Lucifer

You are with him and the rest of his brothers in the living room. 

Chatting about this and that. Nothing too important. 

Then the topic of dates comes up. 

Of course it does, it always does. 

Honestly, you are sick of it. 

You don't know it, but Lucifer perks up when one of them asks you. 

"Well, you know there is someone that is interested in dating you." 

You don't know who they mean but frankly you are tired of just playing along. 

Lucifer is ready to jump in if you feel uncomfortable. 

You just coldly reply. "No thank you, dating is annoying." You just want to end this whole conversation. 

Lucifer looks at you, of course you would say something unexpected like this. 

He notices that his brothers just keep joking as always. Typical really, but at least they don't bug you. 

Later you leave to return to your room. 

Then you notice Lucifer. 

"So dating is annoying?" Lucifer has a smug expression. 

"Well, not if the one I'm dating is you of course."

You smile back at your boyfriend. 

"They are always like this you know that."

"I know and I don't mind. I know you have my back."

"Of course. I love you after all." Lucifer looks at you, with love in his gaze. 

"I love you too." 

You both kiss and then you go to bed. 

Satan

He happens to overhear a conversation between you and a classmate. 

Satan doesn't want to snoop but he is curious. 

"Is there someone who wants to date you?" Your classmate asks you. 

You roll your eyes. "I have no interest in dating." You just brush your classmate off. 

Your classmate doesn't press any further and soon enough the conversation is elsewhere. 

Not wanting to be caught listening to your conversation Satan goes to his room. 

He feels a bit frustrated after hearing that. 

Satan wonders if he should bring it up to you or not. 

Were you serious or not? This question bothers him. 

Later you come to his room, you had scheduled to study with him tonight. 

Satan seems very distracted by something. 

"Is something bothering you Satan?" You worry about him, you think there must be something that is on his mind. 

"Well not bothering per se. It's more of a nagging feeling."

"That's kinda the same thing isn't it?" 

"I suppose. You know I just been thinking about dates and I wonder if you are up for it?" 

"You mean dating in general or dating you, Satan?" 

"Well that depends on your answer."

You think for a moment and guess what he wants to ask. "I'm not generally interested, unless it's you we are talking about."

"Would you date me?" Satan has no choice but to ask you directly. 

"Yes of course Satan." 

You both smile and are glad that it has finally been asked. 

Beelzebub

You talk about something random with the other brothers. 

The topic of dates comes up. 

It's no big secret that Beelzebub likes you, everyone knows. 

He just hasn't admitted it to himself quite yet. 

One of the brothers decides to ask you anyways. "Hey, you know there is someone who would love to date you."

Obviously thinking it's about them and not Beel you reply. "It's not going to happen. Dating is annoying."

Hearing this just doesn't sit right with Beel. 

It bothers him for some reason. 

It's your turn to cook tonight, naturally Beel helps you out. 

The conversation from earlier is still on his mind. 

You notice that Beelzebub seems a bit off. 

"Is there something that is bothering you?" 

Beelzebub is still trying to figure everything out so he just tells you what is on his mind. "I don't know but I feel a bit off since earlier."

"Are you getting sick? When did you start feeling off?" 

Beelzebub thinks for a moment. "I don't think I'm getting sick, it happened earlier when we all were talking in the living room."

"Hmmm maybe something upset you then?" 

Beelzebub goes over everything that has been said. Nothing seems to stand out at first glance but then he recalls the first moment he started to feel off. 

Then it suddenly hits him. 

"Ah, I get it now. I felt upset because you said you wouldn't want to date. Alright I feel better already. " Beelzebub feels relieved now that he figured it out. 

You almost stop breathing after hearing this. 

"Wait, hold on a second. Why would that upset you?" 

"That's because I want to date you of course, well I guess I won't now." Beelzebub accepts this so matter of fact that it takes you back. 

You are surprised to say the least. You take a breath to calm down. "I only said that to get them off my back. I would date you of course Beel."

"Are you sure about that?" 

"Yeah, of course. I really like you Beel. I mean why else would I draw ketchup hearts on all of your food?" 

Beelzebub nods. "That's a good point. Let's 

date then." 

Beel beams at you and you smile at him. 

Belphegor

You sit together when he brings the topic of dates up. 

"You realize that someone wants to date you right?" 

You know him long enough to figure that he is only teasing you. "So what? Dating is super annoying." You declare with a winning smile. 

Belphie pouts a bit, not getting the reaction he intended. 

"So you aren't interested?" He keeps poking. 

"Nope, not at all."

"Not even if the demon is really handsome and really into you?" Belphie smiles smugly. 

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh where, is this handsome demon? When can I meet them?" You won't play Belphies games. 

He shakes his head. "You don't know?" 

"I have no idea who you are talking about." You know that he is only playing with you. 

"Really? Are you blind? I mean you must know." Belphie keeps pouting, seemingly annoyed. 

"I won't know unless you tell me."

"You are no fun tonight." Belphie turns his pout up to 11.

"Fine, I will bite. It's you isn't it?" You roll your eyes, knowing that he will just tease you. 

Belphie smiles. "Yes, it's me. You get 5 points and win a date with yours truly."

Somehow you find this kinda cute, in his own way he is trying. 

"You know you can just ask me on a date but fine I will accept my price."

Belphie is satisfied with this outcome.

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ohHHHH MY GOOOOOOD ROSH NOOOOOOO IT'S SO GOOOOOOD what do you MEAN "don't know if you're doing this write" THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING aksdhjhjfdgh I LOOOOVE IIIIIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I GIVE!!! YOUR BRAIN!! A SMOOCH!! I PEPPER IT WITH KISSES!! I EVEN GIVE IT A LICK BC IM A FREAK LIKE THAT BUT NO RAGRETS IT TASTES SO GOOOOD~

the intro,,, with all the things about the devildom that kinda suck because like of course they do! you're very literally dropped as an exchange student into a foreign country you've never been to before, with a very different culture, with a very different level of safety, and you weren't even asked,

and sdfkhdfg yeah the note about the food because. WHAT IS? THIS??? none of this sounds appetizing. and just. augh. all the little things!!! not knowing the language, having demons sneer at you in their language that you can't understand but you can still tell,, augh,

because on a realistic level!! it's got to be!! goddamn terrifying!! everything being new, lucifer being told to look after you only to turn around to threaten your life, all the actual details of living there and trying to deal with this,,, augh I LOVE IT, IT FEELS REAL, I COULD FEEL EVERY MOMENT! OF THE ANXIETY AND FUSTRATION! PERFECT BEAUTIFUL ON POINT!

and you. you know you're scared, you know you're cowardly, you're aware of your flaws and how you admire lucifer's strengths. just working up the courage to approach him? and ask him out?? fucking braver than any us marine actually?? GO READER!! BE BRAVE BE STRONG BUILD YOURSELF UP I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUUUU!!

and yeah fuckin shot down. i told u. i told u to do this rosh. and then u did it. and it simply happened and now i am here BLEEDING OUT,, legit tearing up, had to skim that section the first read (you KNOW i've already read this like 4-5 times already sfhkfghh) and I TOOK!! EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!! SOO GOOOOOOOODD AAAAAAAA

the buildup is just. augh. the fact that you'd been coaching yourself, nitpicking your appearance,,, "familiar tendrils of fear" and the urge to run away, all that last-second wanting to chicken out,,imagining the worst, IT FEELS SO REAL. i am right there in the hallway waiting to confess to lucifer and I DO NOT LIKE IT AAAAA!!!

because of the ask. you KNOW he's gonna reject the reader-insert. it's a foregone conclusion. it feels like getting punched in the face. you can see it coming. it's gonna hurt. it's gonna feel humiliating. it totally made me tear up.

i could absolutely FEEL my heart drop with lucifer's rejection, how you're just immediately CRUSHED and the atmosphere in the room is so hostile, and all the ways that you don't measure up, that he's better than you and of course he turned you down, just come crashing down on you, AAAAAAAAA IT HURTS,, SO GOOD,,

and akhlgjkhfg the fucking anguish of being rejection, how you run away to just cry your heart out,,, and,, MAMMON LEFT YOU SOME WATER,, MAMMON SAYS STAY HYDRATED,,, THE BEST BOY AAAAA

and then!!! time skip!! hehe i wasn't sure if satan would feature much but the scene with him? where he's helping you study,,, you are doing an okay job and he's positive and encouraging and friendly,

even if he wasn't, at first, you stuck with it. even if you ran away, avoided these tutoring sessions sometimes, you still went. and especially like. you can TELL he's angry.

all throughout this piece reader can read the room so well. they're so sensitive to the feelings of others. they can immediately see what kind of mood satan or lucifer is in, they know right away.

just augh. the bitter rejection from lucifer,,, and then this sweet, friendly, positive satan with just that touch of shy affection,,, he has!! a crush on you!!! and you on hiiiiiim!!

and then that touch... where you think a lover and then the memory of being so coldly rebuffs springs to mind, and you just want to cry again,,, WE LOVE!! TEARY MC!!!! MY HEART!!! AAAAAAAAA!

lucifer's whole pov here is just. augh. so delicious. the balm to the whole secondhand embarrassment of reading through him rejecting you. and the note about,,, him learning to fly for the first time,, hhhh it was a very good part to put in~

because lucifer does have a lot of fear! these days, it's all surrounding his family, and losing them, and he's not afraid of a lot else so he can't see it when you're gathering your courage to confess to him.

he looked down on you so much - i love him reaching up to get a book for poor terrified mc - and "your value deteriorated in Lucifer’s eyes" aaaAAAAhhh IT HURTS and it feels so real for the colder Lucifer of S1 who puts his family first and threatens you on the regular

and then. augh. LUCIFER. remembering all the times he threatened you. remembering you having the courage to tell him you'd met belphegor, trying to reason with him about it instead of fleeing.

BRO I LITERALLY FELT Lucifer's chest tightening when he thought about. you going back through time so belphie could get amnesty, and then getting killed.

lucifer's not empty on empathy now. now he's thinking about how you must have felt when you were murdered, and he was just remembering how terrified you were on the regular.

bro i TEARED UP that shit HURTS "You must have been so scared" yeAH YOU FUCKING WERE!! it's not easy to dismiss some stupid worthless human's fear NOW, is it, lucifer?

AUAIHfhdglhgd IT'S SO GOOOOD ROSH YOU ARE TAKING ME ON THIS DECLICIOUS AGONIZING FEELS JOURNEY AND I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!

lucifer drinking away,,, as he thinks about how wrong he's done you,, aaaAAA!! AAAAAAAAA!!! IT'S GOOD IT'S SO GOOOOOD HNNNNG

and oh mY GOD OH MY GOOOOOD THE season 2 finale of. you being ready to stab yourself with that dagger. you're still gonna sacrifice yourself for him (for amnesia!lucifer, who deserves it-) after everything.

because that's MC's big moment, their time to sacrifice themselves, and it means so so much more when you've been terrified and desperate to save your life this whole time and you already died once

"angling the dagger to your chest with shaky hands" because you're so terrified of dying,, and the amnesiac, more angelic lucifer sees a brave human where lucifer had only before seen your fear

and auuuuugh AUGH. the soft moments with his brothers! hanging out, being happy! sneaking glances between the new crushes -

and mammon!!! giving him the what-for!! lucifer you little shit you can't just hand off this human to mammon and expect him not to care about them!

mammon heard you crying and left you alone to lick your wounds (like ANOTHER prideful person he's close tooo) but still brought you water. he can tell you have something going on with satan.

and yeah... maybe he's even bitter that lucifer thinks he deserves a spot in the runnings, when he already won your heart and tossed it away

mammon being the one to calm down lucifer, who panics when he just. puts it all together. he loves you. his brother, who he loves, loves you. you... may very well love his brother, and you might not want him at all anymore.

lucifer crying LIKE HE MADE YOU CRY!! while you laugh with satan!! him not knowing what to do!

"your courage gave him the courage to love, without which Lucifer doesn’t know what he will do." hhhhhhhhHHH! now lucifer gets to deal with how scary it was for you,,, these feelings that are so precious to him that might be turned away and discarded,, AUGH YES!!

i love the ambiguous ending as well IT'S PERFECT ROSH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! AAAAAAAAA! !!!! AAA!

thank you!!! so much!! for writing this! it was an absolute GIFT and a treasure and i will read it,, so many more times,, in the future,,, forreal, you did an AMAZING job hear, it legit had me tearing up every here or there. awesome!!! <3

okay so. idea tiem. i am simply yelling my brainwyrms at u here pls enjoy or ingore at ur leisure, rlly is fine either way~

cowardly mc. mc who feels genuinely relatable to like. regular real world people. they are not brave and not dumb and not doing any kind of "standing up" to demons that could kill them. imagine being this mc

you're kinda a loser. you flunk every class at RAD bc of course you do, this is a goddamn Devildom curriculum. satan has to tutor you a LOT (he's testy bc lucifer forced him to do it, and you can tell, which has you scared shitless)

nobody likes you except probably mammon who will simp for any MC no matter what (plus,,, fellow loser energy). but the demons are hot and after being in the HoL for a while, having okay interactions with them, you start. crushing on lucifer.

and hey. lucifer doesn't respect you because you're a coward. okay. you're not stupid, you can understand that. so what if... you COULD be brave? what if you could do something impressive, what if you actually TRIED to demonstrate to him that you're capable of more?

you confess to him that you have feelings for him, and you'd like to go out for coffee or something sometime and - SHUT DOWN. lucifer is distantly polite about it and you are crushed, but accept his rejection as gracefully as you can and run away to cry and nurse your wounds.

because lucifer isn't... being his best self in season 1. he used to be better at connecting to people, listening to them, seeing their potential past their flaws, and trusting them. that's the person his brothers love him for being. bitch used to communicate.

and then the rest of season 1 happens. and things don't go down exactly the same but you have your moments.

lucifer doesn't want you, sure, but there's other hotties, an actual cause of peace between the realms to support, you've made friends, and you're still so so scared but you have a reason to fight past your fears.

and then lucifer realizes he's got a couple weeks to tell you that he loves you, actually.

that watching you grow, watching your cowardly, tearful self trembling with fright and still trying, it feels like Falling in reverse, as if he could rise up to the heavens and higher still

then he sees that look that satan gives you. then mammon catches his eyes, drags him out back where no one can hear.

and tells him in no uncertain terms just how wretched and miserable you felt, just how hard mammon heard you cry when lucifer turned you down.

just how hard it was for you to even approach lucifer in the first place. and mammon's pretty sure you have feelings for satan, but you're too scared to say them now because of someone-

lucifer doesn't want to hear this anymore, but it's too late - and now he has to decide if it really is too late.

Your Courage, My Love

I got carried away with the idea, and here is the result....I really hope I didn't get anything wrong or flew off tangent, but I have acquired the brainworms and they told me to write.

The voice from the attic hasn't stopped bothering you.

It's been three whole months since your stay in the Devildom, and apart from random demons trying to eat you, the mysterious voice from the top of the stairs has not been letting you fall asleep.

You suppose it's tempting.

And yet, you don't want to investigate.

You're wary of many things here—from the food—to the environment. Being thrust into another realm has not been easy, and you find yourself on the verge of crying. The cuisine is strange, to say the least, and Hell Beetle sauce isn't exactly your favourite condiment. Demons in the streets have attempted to "taste your soul," and that is why one of the brothers has to accompany you wherever you go, so that the human exchange studen is kep out of harm. You wanted to scoff, for this is ridiculous that you have to follow one of the brothers like a child, but it is necessary, and you would rather be roped into Mammon's schemes than run for your life. Studies are another chore to be fulfilled, albeit grudgingly.

You can't make sense of the curriculum, for starters.

What you learnt in the human realm is not at all applicable here in this realm. Languages are a pain, even more so when demons around you sneer in their native language, leaving you scared; for you know they are talking about you. And so you stick to the brothers, and try staying out of trouble.

Mammon throws you off tangent sometimes. With his tsundere ways and half-hearted digs at you, you're left confused as to whether he even finds your company enjoyable. But he's not cold at least, unlike Lucifer.

After the introduction to the Devildom by the Prince, you locked eyes with the Avatar of Pride, as you came to know later. A man with a gaze so intense that it made you want to hide from his intimidating form.

And the demon for whom you developed a crush on.

Morningstar, once the most loved by his Father. A being so beautiful and yet so intimidating, who chooses the best for himself. Someone who will be on par with him, with courage and determination that the strongest possess.

You're not brave.

Just a human in the Devildom. Powerless, for most matters, and fearful.

You don't have the courage to stand your ground. You never did, instead choosing to run away from danger at first sight.

When the giant snake was chasing you, or whether when in the underground tomb Lucifer threatened you. Your throat tightens when you think of Luke, utterly terrified, and yet standing with Beel—tall and powerful—who was equally wary of his brother's anger.

And what did you do at the first sign of danger?

Ran away.

Like a fucking coward.

You were so scared, you reminisce, hand underneath your chin. Your knees were trembling, eyes widened and adrenaline rushing through your veins, dreading the prospect of being killed. The humiliation to you was not spared, either, for you could have intervened, and pleaded, the very least, for the demon to think rationally.

You are just a human.

You don't possess magical powers like Solomon, or have the knowledge of any spells or incantations yet.

Your hand still hurts from the time when Lucifer grabbed and squeezed it as a warning, that he would do harm if his brothers were threatened.

You can't even bring harm, let alone try.

You don't even have the courage or the admirable streak of defiance.

All the qualities which the Morningstar possesses.

You wish you had those very qualities in you—confidence and courage—to name a few. All of which the demon has. His virtues had you enraptured, and you found yourself crushing hard.

And again, you can't even talk to the man while looking him in the eye.

The door is the final hurdle to catching Lucifer alone—not the last of many challenges but a beginning.

You'll confess today.

After having gathered up courage from weeks of coaching yourself and nitpicking your appearance, finally having deemed yourself presentable in front of the Avatar of Pride you stand here, in the hallway.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

And the familiar tendrils of fear find their way, again.

The urge to run away back to your room and slam the door shut is strong, nearly overpowering your desire to confess. But you persevere, grounding yourself with the knowledge that it is better to take confess here and now than wallow in your feelings, that there is a chance that Lucifer might want you, small if it may be.

You take a deep breath, albeit shaky, and knock sharply on the wood thrice.

The silence that follows is of no help, either.

You stand, waiting, fiddling with your fingers. The worst of assumptions creep into your mind: that he did not hear you or chose not to, that Lucifer might have been asleep and may storm out of the room in a fury as to why you disturbed his rest. Maybe one of the brothers might witness the sight and admonish you for staying up late. Maybe you should retreat back to your room—

"Come in."

"I'm sorry," He says, voice loud and clear. "I'm not interested."

Words die down in your throat. Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime? Whenever you're free?

Cold dismissal fills the room.

It feels like the strength has left your body, your heart sinking into your chest, dampening the courage you had gathered to even step into his room. It shatters the moment he speaks those dreaded words.

The demon looks at you with an unreadable expression, and even in such a situation you admire his ability to appear composed, which you can't muster. Perfection is the normal for Lucifer, who maintains himself to the highest standards, and would desire the same in a partner.

Which you don't have.

You're sure if you open your mouth, what will spill past your lips will be sobs.

"That's alright," You mumble, voice flat and tiny.

It's not alright.

Forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, you clench your fist behind your back. "That's alright. I understand, and I-I," Your gaze falls on Lucifer, who is still eyeing you with cold apathy. "I'll be taking my leave now. See you at breakfast tomorrow."

As soon as the door closes, the first of many sobs spill past your lips.

Small, muffled, insignificant, you slap a hand over your mouth and rush to your room near the kitchen, praying Beel isn't there. Your vision is blurred by tears, and your trembling fingers grab the handle of the door and push, stepping in until the door quietly locks behind you.

This time, the whimpers that spill past your lips are not muffled.

This time, your heart is crushed in the Devildom.

This time, a demon outside the hallway hears your cries.

But the world around you is blurry. You cry and weep, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle any noise, lest anyone hear. You're sure you'll be taunted, looked down upon.

You were foolish to think you could be loved by Lucifer. It was stupid to even try and gather strength. He deserves and requires the best, which you are not.

You never are. Not here, not on earth.

Your cries continue well into the darkest hour of the night.

You wake up in your bed the next day, tucked under the blankets with your head resting comfortably on the pillow. Groggily, you open your swollen eyes, and realise that your throat is parched.

You don't remember falling asleep in your bed.

And when you finally stand up, thankful for the carpet on the floor that prevents the cold from shocking you first thing in the morning—you squint and stare at the jug of water on the table.

That wasn't there before.

The days are passing by smoothly.

Smoother than before, for time has dulled the pain of the wounds that you acquired on that night. A lot happened, and currently you're in your room with Satan, perched on the bed with a notebook as the blonde demon questions you on Curses and Hexes, sitting besides you.

"There is a relief sculpture at the entrance to the Devildom royal tomb, where demon royalty are laid to rest. What is the sculpture called?"

"Three-legged crow."

"Correct," Satan says, a smile on his face as he nods and turns the page. You wait in anticipation, confident that you will answer correctly whatever he throws at you.

"What was on the Devildom at the time of its existence?"

"Water?"

"Incorrect."

You frown, trying to recollect the information you're pretty sure you had reviewed the night before. There was a ocean, countless miles of water before—

"I've mixed Devildom history and human-world geography," You groan, settling your hand under your chin. "Ugh, this is confusing." Besides you, the demon nods in understanding.

"It can be confusing, but you're learning. See, you even pointed out that your answer was incorrect." Satan soothes, showing you the textbook page, pointed by his index finger to the line where it is clearly mentioned that forests were spread all over the Devildom during the time of its existence. "You've improved. I'm proud."

You smile. "Thanks," You mutter, suddenly wanting to shy away from his gentle gaze. "It couldn't be without you tutoring me."

"I don't mind," Satan says, a twinkle in his eyes.

Some time ago, the blonde demon would have crinkled the page in irritation, fueled by your failure at answering even the most simplest of questions in RAD subjects.

Underneath his calm veneer, you noticed how he would grip the book, sharp nails threatening to reveal themselves. You would tremble; afraid of getting another one wrong in fear of provoking the demon even further, leading to nothing but panic, which has never borne good results. You would attempt to sit as far away as you could from Satan, heart pounding in your ears, studying with the invisible sword of his wrath in front of your neck.

Some days, you would avoid those sessions, leading to extra classes to make up for syllabus lagging behind, and sleepless nights tainted with fear.

But things improved, slowly but steadily.

"Would you mind going to this new cat cafe that opened up recently tomorrow?" Satan asks, voice nearly a whisper. "You've been working really hard, and I'm sure that you will do well on your mid-terms."

"You put too much faith in me," You respond, but agree all the same, excitement thrumming in your veins for the day to come.

"You will perform excellently," The demon affirms, getting up from his spot to place the book on the table. "Sleep well," He says, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "Goodnight, MC."

"Goodnight!" You respond, letting yourself fall on the bed.

You close your eyes, the exhaustion of the day sinking into your bones. A three-hour study session has thoroughly drained you, but brought along with it satisfaction. Apart from that, you did not miss any due dates for assignments this week, which would have resulted in staying back, a common occurence for you earlier.

But you have progressed. Slowly but steadily.

It was hard to face Lucifer the morning after. The memory brings a sour taste in your mouth. You could barely look him in the eye, and did not speak much, keeping your eyes trained on your plate. Mammon kept staring at you, though, but you had ignored in favor of not breaking down in front of everyone.

A humiliation you did not want to endure. A weakness you did not want to display.

And some time after, you met the demon in the attic. Who told you stories weaved with pity, and urged you to make pacts. Killed you.

And dealing with the fallout after wasn't easy. Though you suppose that you're an exception, merely because of the fact your survived your own death.

You trembled, hands calmly and adrenaline running through your veins at the mere sight of the seventh-born. You eyed his hands, which he would flex lazily in front of his face, still in the haze of sleep. Those same hands that he wrapped around your neck and choked you.

But you worked through it all.

And these were just some of the many events that you witnessed and partook in, and there are many more to come in the Devildom.

But the only event you're interested is the one tomorrow with Satan.

After weeks of pondering, you've come to the realisation: that you have fallen again for the blonde demon. Satan reminds you of Lucifer, with his body language and mannerism, but he is not him. No, he is Satan, Avatar of Wrath, your tutor and your dear friend.

A lover?

You hesitate, turning over so that you face the wall. The memory brings stinging tears to your eyes, but you blink them away.

You dream of cats and green nail polish.

Lucifer remembers his first flight.

When he was a young angel, still learning the ways of the Celestial realm. With the three pairs of wings gifted to him by Father, it was imperative that his most beloved creation was to learn to fly.

And he did, jumping off from the top of the Celestial Palace, when angels were supposed to sleep. It took time and courage—the former to muster the strength to simply get to the apex of the structure and stand with trembling knees, and the latter to take the plunge.

The wind rushed past his ears, the Sun's rays radiating off his wings.

A mighty flap—moving upwards—against gravity, and Lucifer's laugh could be heard by all.

And this time, it feels as if he could fly higher and higher, closer to the warmth of the Sun that the Devildom can't offer, closer and closer to the salvation he lost.

Lucifer reminisces, hands crossed behind his back as he idly gazes at the scene before him. Belphegor and Beelzebub on either side of you, with Satan behind your shoulder, nearly breathing into your neck, the position which has irritation brewing in the demon. Asmodeus perched on your knee and Mammon nearly hanging off the couch.

A DDD in your hand, a unknown video playing.

It's perhaps the first in a long time that his brothers are able to sit together without squabbling. It's also the first instance where you truly look at peace.

You didn't use to come out of your room. He could hear your footsteps late at night as you creeped into the kitchen to get a glass of water or to grab a book from the library. When he had fetched a book for you from a tall shelf, you had cowered under his gaze, meekly stammering out words of gratitude before rushing back to your room. Like a little lamb.

That time when you had run away from him in the underground tomb, leaving Luke and Beel behind. "Pathetic," He had sneered, wings bristling in anger. Someone who had no courage deserved no respect, and so your value deteriorated in Lucifer's eyes.

And he had rejected you, cold dismissal on his tongue as he watched your expression falter.

He had no feelings for you, back then.

The demon sighs, his shoulders sinking. He walks away from the cacophony of laughter in the room, instead opting to open a bottle of Demonus.

As he pours the beverage, he remembers how he had threatened you. The stairway to the attic was not to be climbed, and the demon was confident enough that magic would have sufficed in hiding his shame.

You had, of course, gone back to your room with the offer of a tea that could make you sleep forever.

He takes a sip of the drink, and finding it to his liking, ever the same as before, settles down on the plush couch, faint chatter a background noise.

But then you revealed that you had seen Belphegor.

Turning into his demon form, brows scrunched together, he had growled, angry and furious.

Lucifer remembers you cowering.

But you did not run away.

You stood there, fists clenched and heart beating wildly, still standing despite his expectation of you running away.

And then you were sent to another timeline.

You were scared, that much Lucifer knew. He takes another swing, each one more longer than the last. Hesitant, but ready to do what was necessary to free his brother.

It was dangerous.

(He had expected you to run, like you always did)

But you said yes, and the last of you he saw back then was the uncertain smile you gave everyone. Lucifer assured himself with the fact that you would return, not questioning why the idea of your absence sent a sinking feeling in his chest.

And, in another timeline, Belphegor threw you down the stairs.

Lucifer's chest tightens at the memory, and he gets up to pour himself another drink. The bruises on your neck, and the harrowing laughter of Belphegor, and the way Mammon cried and begged you to stay awake.

You must have been so scared, he thinks, settling down again. But so would have been Lucifer, if he was in your place. He imagines your panicked expression and grimaces as the demon realises that he was the reason for your fear, most of the time.

How did you even find the courage to forgive? He questions, downing the drink in an action that does not suit the demon's impeccable manners. And, did you even forgive him?

The demon takes another swing, and curses. The glass is empty.

He strides over and picks up an unopened bottle. This time, Lucifer doesn't bother with the glass, merely opening and downing the beverage.

The only time that you and him sat down and talked without any condescending tone or cold contempt from the demon was when he had lost his memories.

You looked so happy, with the smile that only his brothers caused, this time the reason being Lucifer. He remembers joking and laughing together, as if you both were old friends.

His throat tightens as he remembers falling asleep with you and Belphegor in the attic.

You've had enough to drink, He admonishes himself, and sets down the bottle, finding the stinging of tears to sober him up better than any pill. The shine of the dagger flashes in his mind, and brings back the memory of your expression, as you had angled the dagger at your chest with shaky hands

"Stop," He had uttered, dumbfounded and yet in awe.

After regaining his memories, he found you to close off from him again.

His angelic self saw the courage that you had grown to harbor, the way you trembled and shook and still stood your ground—and tried, even if you failed.

The demon saw himself in you.

Fearful, afraid, and yet gathering the courage to rebel. The way his hands shook as he handled the sword, clutching it tightly, and yet trembling, for it was to be used to cause harm to those he knew.

Courage is not the absence of fear.

His past self saw the good in you—that despite your cowardice, you were still trying, still learning, still growing.

That watching your teary eyes gaze at him in fear, when he roared and shouted at you for meeting Belphegor, Lucifer saw that you stood up to him. That you were not what he thought.

But why did he notice it only now?

What was it that he had left behind with his white wings and halo?

Was it empathy?

The demon snarls, and yet he is unable to ignore what is in front of him. Pride blindens.

"No fair! This would have made for the perfect Devilgram post for my blog!"

Asmodeus pouts, in his hands his DDD with a picture of you and Satan, surrounded by cats and tea. There's a cat attempting to squish your cheeks with its paws, and with one arm around the feline and the other around the blonde demon, you both posed for the photo.

"I heard the cakes there were good too," Beel laments, a hand on his stomach despite the fact that he is eating one of Luke's pastries right now.

"We'll go along next time," Satan says, still smiling at the picture on Asmo's phone. "Besides, the kitties there are adorable."

You smile, eyes fixated on the photo as you sit besides Asmodeus. There's a serenity in your expression that Lucifer wishes he could see more, but the scribble of the pen brings him back.

"You've left the previous page blank, haven't you?" Lucifer questions, a stern brow raised at the white-haired demon besides him, who has indeed, skipped the page in favor of getting off earlier.

"I just—I just wanted to see what more was to be left! That's it!" Mammon gulps, turning the page swiftly and putting all attention on the face, which Lucifer knows he is only making a show of.

Leviathan is immersed in his game, with Belphegor asleep in his lap, the soft bleep-bloop noises not as much of a hinderance as the demon had assumed.

It's comforting, even.

But then his catch the expression that Satan has while gazing at you, ignorant to Asmo's comments on the photos in his DDD.

Lucifer's eyes widen.

That same look—the one he had seen in many books and stories. The one which—

"Oi, Lucifer?"

"What?"

"Need you to come outside."

"Why?"

"Just come!"

The urgency in Mammon's voice does not allow Lucifer room to question his intentions, and it's also unnerving to hear the serious tone of his brother's voice, usually so carefree.

He walks along with Mammon, to the balcony. The latter leads on, but Lucifer steals one look at the scene that he's leaving: of Satan's gaze at you, and his bantering brothers.

"Why did you bring me—"

"Cut the crap, Lucifer."

The demon's expression is one of surprise, and then his brows furrow in acceptance.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, a familiar pose for the demon. Besides him, Mammon leans on the railing, the structure strong enough to withstand. Usually, he would have reprimanded him to not slouch, but he knows that Mammon can fly. And besides, demonic strength is impeccable.

"Did ya even realize how wretched MC felt that night?" Mammon's tone is flat, not even the barest of emotions revealing themselves in his tone. Usually, he would be stammering. But this time, his brother is completely serious. Lucifer gives no reply, instead choosing to stare at the Castle in the distance, refusing to meet his brother's eyes. "They had been mustering up the courage to confess to you for weeks," He continues, staring at his brother. "They barely slept, and I thought you knew, Lucifer."

"Do not taunt me."

"Seriously?" Mammon's expression weaves into one of disbelief. "You're going to just sit there and ignore your mistakes?"

"I am aware," Lucifer snaps, teeth bared in a display of frustration. "I know what I did, and I had a reason."

"Were ya even aware of what it caused?" He questions, disappointed at the sheer ignorance on his brother's behalf. "I thought you knew better, big brother. I thought you knew how hard they cried after you dismissed them that night. I thought you knew how crushed they were."

"How scared they were."

Lucifer's lips form into a thin line. "They fell asleep crying, and it was hard for MC to piece themselves together after you destroyed whatever confidence they had gathered."

"You're blaming me?"

"I am blaming ya, Lucifer, but not for rejecting," Mammon responds, gazing coldly at his brother. "I'm blamin' you for how cold you were."

"I know I was harsh," The Avatar of Pride admits, his shoulders sinking with an invisible weight.

"I'm pretty sure MC has feelings for Satan," He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at Lucifer. "But they won't confess now because of what ya did...."

Any words Lucifer had to speak die down in his throat.

He should be happy that his brother found love. He should be happy that you found love in his brother. He should be happy at his family's happiness, he should—

But Lucifer loves you too.

"What even happened to you, Lucifer?," Mammon says, but his brother isn't listening. "You didn't—Lucifer?"

"Fuck."

It is all that the demon says.

And all that comes to mind.

"I've fucked everything," Lucifer says, running a hand through his hair. "I've ruined everything."

"I know," Mammon says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But ya can make up for it. Apologise, let—"

"I love MC."

In that moment, Lucifer feels that his heart might burst from his throat.

"You—what—when—"

"I do, and that's all I know."

The look Mammon offers him is one of despair.

"You know that MC might love Satan," He begins, and Lucifer closes his eyes in frustration. "And he might love them too."

The demon's eyes shoot wide open, and he grabs Mammon's shoulder with such tenacity that the white-haired demon nearly shrieks.

"Is it too late?" He nearly screams in despair, the words spilling past his lips in a rush. "Or is there time?"

Mammon sighs.

"I don't know, Lucifer, I really don't know." He admits, gently unfurling his brother's fingers from around his shoulder, and giving them a squeeze. "Maybe it is too late."

"But—" Lucifer's voice cracks, the weight of the situation finally dawning on him. That Satan might love you. That you might love him. That Lucifer knows he loves you.

And that your courage gave him the courage to love, without which Lucifer doesn't know what he will do.

Behind them both, laughter still rings out, and the demon can make out your and Satan's laugh.

And in front of him, Mammon is wiping away a stray tear that fell from the Morningstar's eyes.

[this-summertimes-sadness]

on today's episode of " would you date? "

my answers to all of these would be " i already have the engagement rings ready ".

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agent heaven (she/her)

you better be home when she gets back from work

'babyyyyyywhyareyouignoringme-' • *knows how to scare the living daylights out of someone but also simultaneously cries because she smudged the paint on her canvas* • 'help me reach ?' *is 5'9 and probably taller than you* • 'i bought new clothes !!' 'awh, i bet they'd look amazing on you-' 'no ! they're for you <3333' • *only wears the perfume(s) you said smells good* • *paints on your back (if you allow her to) to cope* • 'i'll get you something to drink', 'sleeeeeeeeep', 'don't push yourself too hard', *takes care of you in general* • *will threaten anyone who threatens you with her crossbow* • 'i'll try my best to be good enough for you'

agent gemini (he/him)

eye candy, arm candy, heart candy, just candy

*reads you old fairytales in bed at midnight* • 'anything for you, your highness' • *lets you go to work with him as long as you dont touch anything* • *scribbles little messages on napkins and passes it to you across the table* • 'you want books? which ones? uh-huh, and are signed ones okay? okay' 'are you gonna buy me them?' ',,,no.' *a stack of signed books arrives at doorstep a week later* • 'honey, i can't, i'm busy that day-' *puppy eyes, pouts* ',,,damn it.' • 'gemgemgemgemgEM-' 'what.' 'i love you <3' *,,,flushes red*

agent apex (she/her)

a pile of broken glass

*holds your hand, nuzzles your knuckles* • 'sweetheart, please don't cry-' 'yOU GOT HURT-' 'its just a bone bruise-' 'yoU TWISTED YOUR ANKLE-' • *rubs the bridge of your nose when you're stressed* • *pets your head whenever you're ever near her* • 'soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of furrrr' • 'hey, hey, hey-' 'yes honey?' 'do you think time isn't real?' '…' • *glares when someone starts talking about you* • *bite* • 'do… do you think we should live in japan? or-or Australia? or-' • *randomly kisses your shoulders in the middle of the night • 'no, don't eat that junk, i'll cook for you' • 'darling, i love you, and i care about you, now please put the weed away-'

agent dynamite (he/him)

he needs someone to talk to

*shares headphones only with you* • 'oh my god, please shut the fuck up !' 'oh...sorry babe, i thought-' 'i wasn't talking to you sweets.' • *needs you to kiss his knuckles better after he beats them raw on a punching bag [or a person]* • 'sing to me, please, your voice is the only thing that doesn't annoy me right now.' • *the dark brooding love interest with anger issues but he's blondie* • 'is there someone he [dynamite] doesn't hate?' 'me. and uh,,,i think that's it' • *kisses you on the back of your neck randomly* • '>:(((((((' 'baby, it was just tickles-' '>>>:(((((((((((((' • 'sit still, i can't focus when you're showing off your new clothes.' 'do you want me to take it off?' *dynamite.exe has crashed* • 'jesus christ, i really can't get away from you can i?'

agent mirror (she/her)

she's all that, and orange juice too

'you read lolita? do you need a therapist? should i be concerned for you?' • *uses her dagger to stroke your face lovingly* • *does not know how to use a stove* • 'you want this?' 'yep.' 'alright then.' *proceeds to either fight, argue or threaten her way to accomplish what you want* • *staring contests that end with your foreheads pressed against one another* • 'blood? blood is good' ',,,babe, lemme patch you up please-' 'NO- OW-' • 'i am not playing hide and seek with you' -five minutes later- *stuck underneath the bed* 'little help?' • *hates fighting with you and would just rather binge watch How To Get Away With Murder with ice cream and cuddles* • 'i'm giving you every part of me love'

agent angel (he/him)

a fallen one, lucifer wanted this pretty boy for themselves

'too dangerous.' 'babe, i'm trying to make lunch, just let me cut the onion-' 'no knives.' • *wears reading glasses but still squints* • 'do i have to?' 'yes.' ',,,but do i?-' 'i swear to god if i have to say it one more time.' *brief silence* ',,,but-' • *does full splits while listening to you lament about life* • 'hm? what? whatdidyoujustsayimsORRYIZONEDOUT-' • *had apex code an app for him so that he could come running to you when you press a button on the software* • 'whatcha doinnnnnn' 'working, why?' 'well put that down right now because lOOK AT THIS PENGUIN-' • 'can we keep the bunny?' 'no, we already have like,,, 5 pets at home-' 'but bunny :'(' • 'oh, so you're just giving me an invitation to get violent by talking shit about them [you]?'

agent monarch (she/her)

cinnamon roll that happens to also know how to use a knife

*opens mouth, freezes* ',,,you know what, i don't remember what i was going to say-' • *makes you the beverage of your choice and breakfast in bed every morning* • 'how do you do this again- bABEEEEEE-' • *leaves fresh flowers for you* • 'this hurts :(' 'well then don't read it.' 'no, i like da pain :'D' '...darling, we talked about this-' • 'oooo, what's this?' *chainsaw fires up in the background* • 'no but from what i heard, *censored information*' ',,,how did you even hear all this-' 'by being 4'8' • *has slight ocd and reorganises everything in your room with your permission* • 'write me a poem !' 'okay, sure' 'wait really? i was kidding, you dont have to- baBE NO-' • 'i burned myself D:' 'oh no, are you okay???' 'look, it looks like a little dinosaur :D' • 'you're mine now <3 all. mine.'

- - hope you liked it !!! <3333 - -