#needed to come up with a reason for Lucifer to lecture MC

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MC Talks Back

This was another suggestion from @oakley-tree1 for MC being disrespectful/talking back. I was inspired to write this as a scene rather than headcanons. I did my best with the bros, I hope they're not too OOC lol. I felt like it made the most sense for MC to talk back to Lucifer, so that's basically what happens, but all the brothers are present.

Thank you for the request, I hope it's not too far off from what you were thinking!

GN!MC

Warnings: MC getting sassy, but otherwise nothing.

It had been a particularly grueling week in the Devildom. You had so many projects you needed to work on, things you needed to take care of, and a bunch of demons who constantly needed your attention. You weren't even sure how you managed to balance everything.

Not only had you managed to calm down Satan after a particularly intense bout of wrathful destruction, you had also waited in line for hours with Levi so he could get some limited edition merch. Later on in the week, you had given Mammon a bunch of Grimm when he asked, mostly because you didn't care to know what he was going to do with it.

It had been a long week and you were tired. So it was nice to finally be sitting at the dinner table with the brothers at the end of the week. You were eating some kind of weird Devildom cuisine, but it tasted good even if you weren't sure what it was. Didn't Beel say something about shadow hog?

You weren't particularly paying attention to the usual bickering and banter going on around you. At this point, it was comforting background noise.

You did notice when Lucifer put down his fork, mostly because this was usually a signal that he was about to start lecturing someone. The entire table would get to listen as he rambled at length about their image and so on and so forth.

"MC."

You looked up at him, surprised. You weren't expecting him to start lecturing you. You hadn't done anything wrong lately, right? You began wracking your brain, trying to think of what it could be.

"It has come to my attention that you lent quite a lot of money to Mammon," Lucifer said.

You blinked. That wasn't exactly unusual. You glanced at Mammon. He was sitting beside you and while he'd been acting normal all evening, he was now clearly sweating bullets. His eyes kept darting between you and Lucifer, not settling on either of you.

Okay, so this was about something Mammon probably did with the money you gave him. You didn't even know what he wanted it for, but did it really matter?

Although you could feel your irritation rising, you kept your cool as you replied, "I don't see how that's any of your business."

The room went silent. You could sense all the brothers staring at you in shock as you calmly took another bite of your dinner.

You looked over at Lucifer, as if daring him to say anything else. You were sure he was going to look angry, but to your surprise, he smirked.

"Allow me to clear it up for you," Lucifer said. "That money was spent on counterfeit Wersace bags that he has been attempting to sell online."

You shrugged. "What do you expect me to do about it?"

Suddenly you could feel Mammon gripping your leg beneath the table. He was squeezing so hard you could feel his nails through your clothes. You looked back at him for a moment to see that he looked absolutely terrified.

"That's right," Satan said unexpectedly into the following silence. "It really has nothing to do with MC. After all, how could they know how Mammon would spend that money?"

"They should know better by now," Lucifer said, frowning. He folded his arms. "And it was quite a large amount."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter!" Mammon suddenly burst out. "I already stopped tryin' to sell 'em! I got rid of all the merchandise like ya told me to. What difference does it make how I got 'em to begin with?"

You narrowed your eyes a little. This behavior was pretty suspicious.

From across the table, Asmo giggled. "He just doesn't want you guys to find out that he didn't know they were counterfeits."

"Shaddup!" Mammon's grip on your leg somehow got tighter. "I knew exactly what I was lookin' at!"

You pulled at his wrist to get him to let go of you. "If you've already gotten rid of them and everything, why are we even talking about this?"

"I'm concerned about your tendency to give in to my brothers' every whim," Lucifer said. "Especially when it comes to lending money to Mammon."

"Oi!" Mammon protested.

You rolled your eyes. "It isn't like it's a big deal. You just need to chill out."

You could hear the sound of Belphie attempting to hold in his laughter from the other side of you. Satan was also struggling to keep his expression neutral.

Lucifer's frown deepened. "Do you know what it was like for me to explain to Lord Diavolo why my younger brother was selling Wersace knockoffs?"

"I'm sure it was most terrible," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "But honestly if Lord Diavolo isn't used to this kind of thing by now, he really needs to get with it."

Belphie was nearly shaking with laughter beside you. Mammon, on the other hand, looked like he was afraid for your life.

"I'm pretty sure Lord Diavolo doesn't care as much as Lucifer does," Levi said absently, his eyes on the video game in his hands. "He always just laughs when you tell him about this kind of thing."

"Anyway, what I choose to do with my money is what I consider to be none of your business. I'll give it to whoever I want," you said. You stood up from the table and pushed your half full plate across it. "You want the rest of my food, Beel?"

"Yes," Beel said seriously before he began demolishing what was left of your dinner.

Mammon caught up to you as you started walking back to your room.

"What was that about?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder as though he expected Lucifer to come after you both any second. "It ain't like ya to talk back like that."

You sighed. "I've just had a long week and I didn't want to listen to a lecture. Did you really not know that you bought fakes?"

Mammon flushed a little. "Course I knew!"

You gave him a look.

He folded his arms and looked away from you. "M-maybe I didn't…"

You laughed a little and bumped into him as you walked. "Maybe next time you'll be more careful about what you buy with my money."

"Sh-shaddup!" Mammon said and you laughed again.

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Teenage! MC

Requested By: @opiopal

Headcannons

Summary: How the brothers' would act around you if you were a teenager that got sent to the Devildom. The brothers x MC platonically / sibling relationship

Lucifer felt a bit guilty when it came to you. He was the one who was in charge of picking the human for the exchange student program. So, by default, he was the reason you got ripped from your life and brought down to the human world.

He was surprised by how well you had adjusted to life there. You did your best to be respectful, did your homework, and had great manners.

Lucifer dared to say you behaved better than his brothers who were centuries years old.

But, you still had your moments that baffled Lucifer and made him mentally face-palm.

You were in a student council meeting with Lord Diavolo and the others; and, you dared to call Lord Diavolo “dude”.��

A collection of gaps broke out across the room when the word left your lips. You called the future King of the Devildom “dude”! You could see some of the brothers - mostly Belphie - stifling their laughter at the situation.

But, Lucifer was completely mortified. His eyes were wide and his expression looked flushed. He couldn’t believe your audacity.

Luckily, Diavolo laughed the whole situation off. He found it amusing.

But that didn’t stop Lucifer from giving you a long lecture on how you were to never do that again.

And the next time you came face-to-face with Diavolo, Lucifer was on high alert, ready to clasp his hand over your mouth every time you said any word that started with the letter ‘D’. Just to make sure that never happened again.

Lucifer was used to being the head of the household and making sure everyone did their daily chores and kept up with their studies.

And you were no exception to that, so Lucifer didn’t think twice about it when he asked you to do a simple chore.

But you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it was very early in the morning, and you weren’t in the mood. All you wanted was to eat your breakfast in peace. You just wanted a moment of silence before you had to go to school.

“Y/N, you need to clean your bedroom after you get home from RAD today,” Lucifer stated simply, continuing to eat his breakfast. It was a simple request that certainly didn’t warrant a sassy response. But it was the straw that broke the camel’s back and a sassy response is exactly what he got.

You had a stoic expression on your face, barely missing a beat before you replied with, “And you and Lord Diavolo need to kiss already but neither of those things are going to happen so let’s not talk about it at 6 am.”

You hadn’t looked up from your plate yet, but you could imagine the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. Especially Lucifer’s.

“Well, we’ve gotta get to RAD,” Mammon stated, practically pulling you up from your chair. He had seen that look on Lucifer’s face too many times and he knew exactly what followed afterwards. 

The other brothers quickly joined the two of you. Lucifer was not used to being defied and he was most certainly not going to be happy with the way you talked back to him.

The brothers found it amusing nonetheless. A teenager standing up to Lucifer of all people. And you didn’t even have a look of fear in your eyes!

Lucifer loved having you around. You were a welcome addition to the family. But he definitely got the brunt of your witty remarks and side comments.

And he had no idea how to handle it. It’s not like he could punish you like he did his brothers. You would barely survive half of them.

For once in his life Lucifer felt defeated…by a teenager.

Mammon still tries to impress you as a teenager. But not in the same way. He wants to come off as the “cool” brother. The one that will let you stay out later than you’re supposed to, and take you for rides in his car, blasting music. 

Mammon loved it. Having you around made him want to be a good role model despite his spending tendencies.

He would still be a bit possessive of you. Only because he doesn’t want his brothers influencing you. Only he was allowed to show you things around the Devildom.

He wanted you to like everything he liked and hate everything he did. Movies? You liked the classic Devildom action movies, right? You didn’t like horror movies, right?!

And you loved going gambling with him, right? Didn’t you think it was so fun watching him win? Of course, he had to lie about your age to get you through the doors of the casino. But that just added to the fun of it.

And please don’t ever mention anything about witches to either of you. You both hated them with a passion. At least, Mammon will say that if someone ever did bring up the “w” word.

The truth is, that Mammon felt guilty about leaving that little girl he had found with the witches. It was for the best that she stayed up there in the human world. But, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have been able to take care of her himself. 

And although you were more like another sibling than a child to Mammon, he wanted the chance to start redeeming himself. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be responsible for someone. Please be his mini-me.

But being responsible meant that sometimes he had to be more assertive than fun. Especially if you were putting yourself in danger.

You didn’t think you were. You thought that going out with Simeon and Solomon would be fine. You were just hanging out around town for a bit before heading back to the House of Lamentation.

But, you forgot to text the brothers that you were with them and when you hadn’t gotten home in time, Mammon snapped.

Worry filled his heart and directed his mind.

When he finally found you in town with Simeon and Solomon, relief came in waves. 

He took you back to the House of Lamentation, despite your protests. And, as soon as you were back, Mammon decided to give you a lecture. He had learned how to do it from the best, after all.

“What do ya think you were doing? You almost gave me a heart attack,” Mammon stated as you began walking to your room.

“We were just walking around town. Don’t you trust Solomon and Simeon?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood outside your bedroom door.

“I don’t trust ya out there by yourself without one of us to protect ya,” Mammon countered.

He didn’t mean it to come out the way it did. He was just worried about you. But, you were angry with his words. You were frustrated that he was treating you like a child so you replied with the first thing that came to your mind.

“Your whole thing is being a crow in a flesh suit. I really don’t want to listen to someone who would stop everything that’s happening in their life to pick up something shiny from off the ground.”

You entered your room before he could respond and closed the door on his face. Mammon stood there in shock while Levi and Asmo began snickering in the background. They couldn’t deny the truth in your words.

Mammon was stubborn when he wanted to be and that left the two of you giving each other the silent treatment. Just like he would do with any of his other siblings.

But, eventually, he apologized. Especially when he saw you growing closer to his other brothers in his absence.

Please forgive him. All of his other brothers have told them they wished he wasn’t their brother or part of their family. He can’t handle hearing that from you too.

If you were a teenager who liked going out and doing things on a regular basis, you and Levi probably wouldn’t have a lot in common. And it would be hard to spend time with him.

But, if you were a teenager who liked watching anime and playing video games, you and Levi would be best friends. 

He was still wary of you at first. After all, you were a normie. And even if you were a teenage normie, he could never be too careful.

He’ll slowly open up to you though. If you impress him with your own otaku skills, the process will be even faster. Deep down, Levi just wants a friend who likes the same things he likes.

He wanted someone he could talk to. Someone who wouldn’t brush him off or tell them that he wasn’t making any sense.

Levi will invite you over to play games with him often. He enjoys playing with someone who is actually competent.

But even he isn’t safe from how sassy you could be. And if you and Levi played a game against each other, your competitive side came out and so did the sassy comments on both sides.

Levi had heard of a fighting game that was very popular up in the human world and he was dying to try it. He wanted to know how it compared to the fighting games that they have in the Devildom.

Let the trash-talking commence.

You’ll surprise Levi with the first couple of things you say. But he’ll quickly begin to fight back with his own remarks. Both of you fight diligently with both your words and the controllers.

And, when you start winning, Levi’s jealousy starts getting the better of him. He’ll tell you things like “You’re cheating” or “It’s because it’s a game from the human world.”

“Come on, Levi, just admit you’re not as skilled as me in video games,” you retorted. His eyes were now glowing as his fingers were pushing the buttons on the controller rapidly. He had to win.

“I won!” you exclaimed with a proud smile. That smile faltered though when you saw Levi’s expression. A dark aura surrounded him as he stated in a low voice, “I want a rematch.”

“Yeah, and I want a million dollars. But right now I don’t feel like beating an old man who’s lost his reaction time at a videogame…again,” you replied, before getting up and leaving.

Levi let out a small gasp as you left the room. Old man?! I mean, he technically was considering he was at least a few centuries old. But he has not lost his reaction time!! How could you say something so rude to him? He just needed practice, that was all.

Levi will pester you for the next few days, begging you to play with him. He’ll tell you his reaction time is better and that he won’t lose. He won’t give up until you either tell him that you think he’s a great gamer or until he beats you in the game. 

Satan will take it upon himself to be the one who helps you with all of your studies. He usually won’t be the one who encourages you to neglect your education in favor of having some fun.

He would rather ensure your success. He wants you to be at the top of the class, with his help. He just wanted the best for you. And he wanted to rub it in Lucifer’s face later.

He’ll always suggest the two of you have tutoring sessions where he can help make sure you understand the lessons that are being taught.

He’ll stay late after class or show up early. He’ll meet you at the library or at the cafe. Wherever you would agree to meet him.

And although you appreciated him trying to help you, sometimes it was a bit much. Especially when it was early in the morning.

Which is exactly when Satan decided to have your latest study session. You were barely awake and hadn’t had any food or coffee yet.

You were sitting at a table, your books opened in front of you as Satan went on a rant about one of the lessons. Your mind was barely keeping up with what he was saying.

All you wanted to do was go back to bed, but Satan’s rant was never-ending as he tried explaining all the intricacies of the subject you were studying. 

You finally had enough when you had to catch yourself from falling out of your chair after you had accidentally fallen asleep.

“Okay, Satan, look I love you, but I hardly remember the difference between a verb and a noun so I have no idea what the actual fuck you are saying with your mouth and your face right now,” you stated.

Satan was taken aback at your sudden outburst. His eyes were wide as he suddenly took in your tired look. Normally, he would argue that it’s important to study. But, today he responded with, “We can pick this up later.”

You were thankful that you were finally able to return to your room and Satan was more careful about planning your study sessions. He’ll do his best not to overwhelm you again. 

Also, don’t think Satan was only serious around you. Satan had a very playful nature, especially when it came to Lucifer. And you were the perfect vessel for some of his pranks.

Satan knew that Lucifer couldn’t do anything towards you so he would beg you to be part of his pranks that he and Belphie would play on Lucifer. You were an integral part of the Anti-Lucifer league after all.

Sometimes you were bait, luring Lucifer into staying in a specific spot for too long. Sometimes, you were the one who actually set off the prank while Satan or Belphie distracted the eldest.

It hardly ever worked. Lucifer almost always knew what the three of you were up to. But it didn’t stop any of you from trying.

Satan thoroughly enjoyed having you there to help him. He believed you fit in with the family perfectly. 

He also related to you the most as you were both considered “late-comers” to the party. Neither of you had been angels, and although you weren’t a demon, Satan still felt like he connected with you.

You never made him feel like you were better than him or like he wasn’t his own person and he was thankful to have a sibling like that.

Asmo thinks you are the most adorable thing in the world. He was the first one to dote on you out of all his brothers. How could he not?

Asmo is very accepting of you from the start and thinks of you as family almost right away.

He’s like Mammon in the sense that he wants to be the one to show you around the Devildom and teach you all the tricks he knows.

He wants to show you how to charm people and get them under your spell. Of course, he has to approve of the person you’re trying to charm and he’ll only let it go so far.

He’s the Avatar of Lust - but NO PDA. You were too young for that and these were demons after all. He didn’t trust a single one of them.

He’ll only let you try your charm on age-appropriate people and only until you have them hooked so that you know how to do it. Then, he’ll charm the person to go away himself. 

You better believe he also wanted to dress you up in all of the outfits in the Devildom. He loved taking pictures of you and posting them on Devilgram with captions like “Look at my lovely sibling! Aren’t they cutest?!”

But it could be overwhelming sometimes. The constant shopping trips and photo ops. The constant fashion shows and meeting new people all the time.

Adjusting to the Devildom was a task on its own and there were times when you just needed to be alone and recharge your social battery. Times when you just needed some peace and quiet.

You were trying on the sixth outfit of the night in Asmo’s bedroom. You had asked if you could be done on outfit number three. All you wanted to do was go to your room and relax.

Asmo promised the two of you would be done soon, but you saw no end in sight.

“Only a few more,” Asmo told you, shoving his arms full of clothes.

You let out a groan and Asmo turned to face you. You finally let the words you’d been holding back fly out of your mouth.

“Asmo, I know you’re too glam to give a damn, but I’m not your personal mannequin and all I want to do is lay down and relax!” you shouted, feeling relieved as you finally spoke the truth that was weighing you down.

Asmo isn’t used to you snapping at him like this, so he’ll give you some time to calm down. He doesn’t want to keep pushing your buttons.

Once you start talking to him again, he’ll want to do a spa day with you instead of going shopping. He’ll pay more attention to your needs and he won’t force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.

At the end of the day, Asmo is a very caring sibling and only wants the best for his family.

The first time Beel saw you, he couldn’t help but think about how much you reminded him of Lilith.

It was simple things. Things he noticed just from where he was standing in the assembly hall when you first came to the Devildom.

Your big and innocent eyes. Your gentle and loving smile. You were so full of life, just like she was.

It didn’t take long for Beel to take you under his wing and decide to protect you. He acted like an older sibling and he was always there for you.

If you were upset, he’d find a way to cheer you up. If you were bored, he’d try to entertain you. If you were hungry - he knew just the cure!

When he found out that you had a connection to Lilith, Beel was ecstatic. It wasn’t your connection to Lilith that made Beel love you more. You were your own person and he’d never compare you to his little sister.

It was the fact that your connection to Lilith meant that you truly were part of the family. That you belonged no matter what obstacles stood in the way. It didn’t matter if you were human - he would always think of you as family.

When Belphie attacked you and killed you, Beel really thought he failed. He was plagued with images of Lilith dying. Belphie didn’t understand what he was doing - how Beel felt about you.

He didn’t understand how badly it hurt Beel to watch someone he thought of as a younger sibling die in front of him - again. 

When he saw that you were alive he had never felt more relieved. He promised you he would never let anything happen to you again. That he would protect you like any good big brother would.

And he was the perfect older sibling - for the most part. 

Lucifer had taken you up to the human world for a task. While you were up there, he allowed you to get whatever you wanted and bring it back down to Devildom.

You shopped around for a bit until you saw a supply of food that you used to eat all of the time. Food that reminded you of your childhood.

You immediately got it and brought it back with you.

You wanted to shower before you ate it because it had been a long day but when you returned to the kitchen, you were heartbroken at the sight in front of you.

Beel had eaten all of it! You didn’t even get to have a single bite of it. You could feel the emotions building up in you. Mostly because of the nostalgia that came with the food.

“Beel,” you stated, pausing for a moment to stabilize your wavering voice. “How could you?” you asked.

Beel looked up innocently from the food, a questioning look. He didn’t have the slightest clue what he did wrong.

“I get that you're a bottomless pit and that you're practically Kirby on steroids. But can't you just for once think about what you're eating before you eat it!” you stated before storming off.

The next day, Beel made sure to get the same food for you and brought it to your room as an apology.

He would do his best to never eat your food without asking again because he realized teenagers could be scary when they were hangry.

Belphie obviously doesn’t have a good first impression of you. You had never done anything to him, he just innately hated you because of the fact that you were human.

He attacked you with no remorse until he saw how it affected his brothers. They were so upset about losing you and he couldn’t comprehend why.

He saw the way they embraced you when they found out you were alive and the scene triggered something in his brain. A memory of someone he loved the same way.

Belphie didn’t attack you again, despite his instincts telling him to do so. He was curious to see what all the fuss was about. 

Things between you and Belphie were tense for a while. You knew that he hated you because you were a human. But it’s not like you could do anything about it. There was no way for you to change your race, and even if there was, you wouldn’t do it just to appease Belphie.

Like Beel, the more time he spent around you, the more he saw you as a younger sibling.

He would protect you like an older brother, but he was the least serious out of all the demon brothers.

Your carefree nature was one of the things he adored. He enjoyed watching you be improper in front of Diavolo and the way it made Lucifer look like he was going to pop a blood vessel.

The way you talked back to Lucifer also entertained him. It was something all of the brothers wanted to do at one point or another, but they didn’t have the luxury to do so.

Yet you were just a teenage human and you dared to stand up to the Morningstar himself.

The first time you did it, Belphie immediately deemed you a worthy member of the Anti-Lucifer League. 

He had so much fun pranking Lucifer with you and Satan and he was thankful that you had brought him closer to the fourth-eldest.

He never once judged you for your sass or asked you to tone it down. He loved it because he could be just as witty when he wanted to be.

He also never thought that your sass would be directed towards him.

That was until you got caught in the crossfires of one of their pranks. 

Satan and Belphie had neglected to tell you that they had placed a cursed object in the living room, expecting Lucifer to pick it up. You found it first though.

The second you touched it, your entire body immediately froze and you were unable to move or speak.

Belphie and Satan came in with proud smiles on their faces until they saw that the person they had cursed was you.

They immediately rushed to your aid and Satan began saying spell after spell to try and undo the magic. 

Lucifer had entered the scene at some point and was holding back his scolding until after Satan had remedied the situation.

As soon as you were free you turned to all three men and stated, “I know this was your idea, Belphegor. I’ve had it with all the pranks. They’re silly, they take a ton of time to prepare and they never even actually hit Lucifer! It always fails or hits whoever else happens to fall for it.”

“Satan, I know that you don’t like Lucifer because you were born from him, but the only one who actually makes a big deal out of it is you! And Belphie, you are the youngest brother! Everyone dotes on you so stop acting like Carrie at the prom because you fit in just fine. And Lucifer, for the love of all things would it kill you to tell your brothers that you love them at least once in a while so that I don’t have to suffer through pranks like these anymore!”

At some point, your rant had attracted the other members of the House of Lamentation who were all looking at you with wide eyes.

You were a sassy human, but you were their human. You were part of their family and you did fit right in. They were proud to call you their human.

Especially Belphie who was somewhat glad that not even he was safe from your rants when you had been pushed to your limit.

[caffeinetheif]

Bit of an odd request to make. Could I request the seven brothers with an s/o that likes plushies?

Of course! As a fellow plush enthusiast, I don’t find this request odd at all ❤️ I decided to write a short blurb with headcanons for each brother. Hope you enjoy!

P.S. I had the hardest time writing for Satan and Levi. I apologise in advance for Satan and Levi lovers lol. And Shoutout to my bestie for helping me come up with ideas <3 love u babe

The Demon Brothers with an S/O that Has Plushies

GN! MC/Reader

Lucifer:

He’d probably be the most critical of the brothers

He would most likely give you a long winded lecture on spending habits

Though, after seeing how happy they make you, he might be more open to it.

“MC, what is the reason for all of... these?” Lucifer asks, holding up one of your many plushies. You should have seen this coming. He is the eldest brother after all, it’s like it’s his job to scrutinize everything. 

You roll your eyes before answering, “They remind me of home, in a way. Do really need a reason to have them?”

Lucifer pauses and thinks for a moment before gently returning the plushy to its original spot. “I suppose they don’t need a reason, as long as you’re happy.”

Mammon

He can’t help but think of the price tags on your more collectable or hard to find plushies, but don’t worry about him selling them.

In all honesty, I think he’d enjoy having an excuse to shower you in gifts

For special occasions, he’d try to find some of the hard to find plushies in the Devildom as a surprise for you

“Oi, MC! I gotcha somethin’.” 

You barely look up from your DDD before a shopping bag lands on your lap. You look up at Mammon with a confused look. It’s normal for him to get you things out of the blue, but they’re normally much smaller than the one currently on your legs.

You reach into the bag and pull out the contents. A soft, purple plush sheep sits in your hands. You can’t help the large grin that settles on your face as you examine the adorable sheep. 

Leviathan

He would have a problem with your plushies, but not for the reason you think. He loves their cuteness, but hates that they take your attention away from him.

Almost sees them as competition, but he won’t tell you that

However, he’s the most understanding about your collection. Afterall, look at how much Ruri-chan merch he has.

“MC, pay attention to me!”

“Levi, you were in the middle of a game. I wasn’t going to interupt you because I wanted to cuddle.”

“But I’m not gaming anymore,” Leviathan pouts.

You laugh at his attempt at a begging face and give in, ditching your plush cuddle buddy in favor of opening your arms for your purple haired lover. He grumbles about how you must love your plushies more than him as he plops himself in your arms. 

Satan

Satan would be the most nonchalant about your plushy collection. He finds it nice to talk to you about collecting items, even if your collections are vastly different.

He would probably use them as pillows when laying in your bed or to prop up his books

If you have any cat plushies, please show him them.

Satan has noticed that you have a specific species of animal that you favor when you buy plushies. He has gotten into the habit of buying that plush animal when he finds one you don’t have and secretly adding it to your collection. 

Anytime you begin to notice a new one, Satan tells you a white lie such as, “You bought it when we went grocery shopping a few weeks ago. Do you not remember?” He hopes you don’t catch on to his accidental gaslighting anytime soon.

Asmodeus

He would definitely see your plushies as a photoshoot opportunity

Has a secret photoalbum on his DDD of just you napping and cuddling with your plushies.

At least once a week he will ask you to take pictures of him with your plushies for his devilgram.

As cute as Asmo thinks you are when you cuddle with your plushies, he sometimes wishes that you were cuddling him instead. That’s how he found himself in his current predicament. 

He’s trying so hard to not wake you up as he gently moves your arms from around the plushy you’re currently napping with. With slow movements and a little tug to the plush, he removes it from your grasp with a triumphant grin. Ever so slowly, he lowers himself down and replaces the pushy with himself and rests his head on your chest with a happy sigh. Shortly after he gets comfortable, he drifts off to sleep with his own arms draped around your waist. 

Beelzebub

If you have food themed plushies you better hide them because we all know how Beel gets with anything food related

Like Satan, I feel like he wouldn’t really mind your plushies.

He would win prizes from any and all the strength games at the carnivals for you

It was getting late, so you and Beel decided to call it a night and head home from the carnival. With Beel’s large hand in one of your own and a large plush prize in your other arm, you considered this date one to remember.

Beel had noticed you eyeing one of the zombie lizard plushies at one of the game booths and made it his mission to win you one. Luckily, it was a strength based game, similar to ones you had seen in the human realm. 

It had taken several of the small prizes to be traded in to get the large one, but the look of joy when Beel handed you the zombie lizard made it worth it.

Belphegor

He would be the most likely to enjoy your plushies or be a plushy stealer

oftentimes, you’ll find him cuddled up with your plushies

I think he’d find a lot of comfort in your scent that clings to the plushy

It had been a rough day in class for you, the stress of exams weighing down on your shoulders. You would love nothing more than to collapse onto your bed and take a well deserved nap.

When you reach your bedroom and open your door, you expect to be greeted with your neatly made bed ready to welcome you into its warm covers. However, the sight you’re greeted with instead is Belphegor snoozing away with his face tucked right into your favorite plushy. You quietly take a photo before crawling in bed beside him and passing out.

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 

[666writingcafe]

Checking In

Lucifer

Once my brothers are settled in for the evening, I quietly leave the House and begin walking back to the castle. I need to apologize to Diavolo for what happened a few hours ago, but more importantly, I need to see Zephyr. I haven't quite decided whether to yell at them or comfort them.

The exhausted look in their eyes as they answer the door to one of the spare bedrooms tells me that they're not in the mood for a lecture.

Normally, that doesn't stop me from giving one, but for some reason, I can't find it in me to berate Zephyr for their actions. Not even a little bit.

They walk over to the desk they have set up and start looking through various papers. I make my way over to the bed and sit on the side facing them.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" I ask.

"Can't," Zephyr answers, more focused on their work than on me.

"Can't, or won't?" They glare at me briefly. "Simply a question, Zephyr. Nothing more."

"I have to distract myself. If I don't keep myself busy, I'm going to kill Solomon."

"For calling you 'MC'?" That got their attention. They look like they're moments away from biting my head off.

"Listen, I understand why you're upset."

"Do you?" they bark angrily.

"You trusted him to keep your old identity a secret, yes?" Zephyr blinks awkwardly before closing their eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just..." Another deep breath as their eyes begin watering.

"It's okay. Take your time."

"I'll be fine." Sighing, they leave their desk and sit beside me on the bed.

"Do you want to know why I answered Diavolo's ad in the paper?" they ask me. I shrug.

"I assumed it was for the money." Zephyr shakes their head.

"I had to make the transition alone. I didn't want you guys to have the same experience I did, because it was rough."

"You weren't always a demon?" Another sigh.

"I was born human, Lucifer."

Oh. That explains a few things.

"I come from a long line of powerful and notorious sorcerers," they continue. "Everyone in my family wants to cause as much chaos as possible simply because they find it hilarious to watch people suffer. I didn't participate in any of their illegal and shady activities, obviously, but I still had a target on my back. No matter where I went in the human world, people were on the hunt for me. I was more or less a fugitive, and all because I was related to a whole bunch of criminals.

"Then one day, I met a group of demons. They were part of an organization that granted humans asylum in the Devildom. I told them my story, and they not only encouraged me to seek it out, but they also made sure that my application was approved as quickly as possible. However, that meant shedding all my ties to the human world and becoming a full-fledged demon. Shortly after I arrived here, the organization was forced to dissolve, and any evidence of its existence disappeared without a trace."

I'm not surprised something like that happened. If Diavolo is telling me the truth about his father, then I have no doubt that he had a heavy hand in annihilating that organization.

"So where does Solomon come in all this?"

"He's worked with my family over the course of my childhood. I was told he was a friend, but I learned at a very young age to not trust anyone that they liked."

"And yet you have his mark on you."

"That's because when we reconnected several years later, I learned that he was trying to become a more reputable sorcerer. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but then I started hearing good things about him from people I did trust. Eventually, I wanted to help him with his goal, and so I agreed to enter a pact with him."

"I see."

Well, no wonder Zephyr's able to remain calm around us. We probably seem like a fucking cake walk compared to what they've been through. And having to do it all by themselves on top of it?

I feel a strange mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and...

Pride.

Which makes very little sense. How can I be proud of someone that I barely know? They're just our attendant, after all.

Or are they?

Tears threaten to spill out of Zephyr's eyes again.

I shouldn't stay here. Maybe I can flag down one of Diavolo's servants and have them get tissues or something for them.

But I have to remain professional. Who knows what would happen if I give in?

My heart beats my brain. Soon, I'm holding Zephyr in my arms as they quietly cry into my chest.

Memories of me comforting my siblings like this begin playing in my head. Is Zephyr family? They've certainly integrated quite well into ours, but that's only so that they can better assist us, right?

And yet the way they're grabbing onto me...

Eventually, they pull back, and as I let go of them, our eyes meet. For one brief yet scary moment, they look exactly like Lilith.

I lean in and kiss their forehead, for old time's sake.

But then my brain takes over again, and I'm suddenly questioning everything I just did.

"Sorry," I mumble, scrambling to get out of that room before I do something stupid again. I shouldn't be feeling this way about them. Even if they weren't born a demon, that doesn't change the fact that they've been one for much longer than me and my brothers have. I still have to lead by example, and I can't do that if I'm too busy fawning over them.

Who cares what they think? You deserve to be happy.

I'm going to need some time alone to think.

~~~

A Few Days Later

A Text Conversation

Lucifer: Are you doing okay?

Zephyr (MC): That's funny. I was about to text you the very same question.

Lucifer: Of course you were.

Zephyr: To answer your question, I'm doing better. Might even head back to the cottage soon.

Lucifer: That's good.

Lucifer: Listen, I want to properly apologize to you for what happened.

Zephyr: Which part?

Lucifer: Me running away.

Zephyr: *wide-eyed emoji*

Lucifer: What did you expect me to say, that I regretted comforting you when you needed it?

Zephyr: Kind of, yeah.

Lucifer: I know it seemed that way at the time, but I can assure you, that wasn't it at all.

Lucifer: It's taken me a bit for me to admit this, but I was scared.

Zephyr: Of?

Lucifer: My feelings.

Lucifer: The positive ones, I mean.

Zephyr: *confused sticker*

Lucifer: If it's alright with you, I'd like to get to know you more.

Zephyr: In a friendly way?

Lucifer: Something like that.

Zephyr: Lucifer...

Lucifer: Yes?

Zephyr: Why the indirect answer?

Lucifer: I'm still getting used to the idea of seeing you as more than simply an attendant. Please be patient with me.

Zephyr: Of course.

Zephyr: Are you wanting to do something low key, or do I need to find a fancy outfit?

Lucifer: *confused sticker*

Zephyr: Just trying to gauge where you're at, whether you're simply wanting to become friends or wishing for something more than that.

Lucifer: *several wide-eyed emojis*

Zephyr: Alright then. Low key it is. How about a nice stroll through one of the parks? Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. No pressure to do anything beyond walking and talking, and you can leave whenever for whatever reason, even if it's because you're simply sick of hearing the sound of my voice droning on and on.

Lucifer: *a few laughing emojis*

Lucifer: Sounds good. Just let me know when and where.

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[thedevildomwriter]

The brothers help you fight through your procrastination - the older brothers

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So, I was inspired to write this because I too have a deadline for a project coming up... (And this will be my first ever post that I’m creating??) I’ll try to post the younger brothers later this week!

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You, of course, waited until the last minute to finish up a project before its deadline. Since you’re prone to procrastinating, you make the brothers promise to help you fight through and eliminate all distractions. 

Lucifer:

You don’t even have to force him to promise! As soon as you mention the predicament you’re in, Lucifer cracks his whip. (Whether that’s literally or metaphorically, is up to you.)

He may give you some shit initially, but once he sees how legitimately stressed you are -- he’ll ease up a bit. The eldest brother knows that lecturing you now wouldn’t solve anything.

Lucifer will make you silence your phone before it even begins blowing up with notifications. 

Once you get to work, he is a permanent fixture in your room. He’ll sit across from you, his own paperwork splayed before him, companionable silence between you two. If you aren’t entirely opposed to it, he’ll have the tinkling of piano keys playing in the background.

Any problems you come across or if you just need an honest opinion, he will always have an answer for you.  

The other brothers will be banned from your room until you’re done. You may or may not hear constant scuffling by the door and the knob rattling (Lucifer spelled the door to stay locked lmao)

He’s not a complete monster; every few hours, Lucifer will go on a tea and snack run. Once he returns, you have to remind him to refuel, as well, since he is so used to powering through. 

You don’t know if it’s just his energy or what, but you get done way faster than you thought you would. 

As soon as you look up from your work, tired but smiling with relief, the eldest brother will already be meeting your eyes with a look of pride on his face. Rising from his chair, he’ll make his way to your side and cup your cheek in his hand. 

“Well done, MC,” he murmurs, as his warm ruby eyes gaze down at you. “Now, for your reward...”

Mammon:

The KING of procrastination??

Honestly, the last person you should’ve come to lmao How many times have you had to force him to focus on studying or else he’d fail?

You practically have to beg Mammon to take you seriously. And even then, he only gives in because the desperation in your voice is fully audible. 

“Alright, alright!” He finally caves. “The Great Mammon will help ya out just this once!”

Will lay on your bed or the floor, flicking through Devilgram and/or watching videos on Deviltube as you work. 

Anytime an especially funny video crosses his feed or he sees something interesting, he can’t help but share it with you. 

“Oi, MC! Ya gotta take a look at this!”

Even after you glare daggers at Mammon, he’ll just shrug it off. “A break every now and then won’t kill ya.”

Despite having no qualms with being the one distracting you, he’ll be swift to tell you to put your own phone away. Only he’s allowed to interrupt you. (The double standard??)

The demon brother will periodically ask how much longer you’ll be. You don’t know if this is some sort of tactic he’s secretly using to light a fire under your ass or he’s just bored. Probably the latter hahaha

You end up finishing late at night the day before your deadline. The loudest sigh of relief escapes from you, to which Mammon’s head pops up from your bed in response. 

Tiredly, you drag yourself to your feet and plop down next to him. 

“Finally done, huh?” He grabs your hand to pull you to your feet again. If anything, it was more so just to give him a reason to hold it. “Let’s get outta here and celebrate! Bein’ cooped up in here all weekend deserves some type of reward!”

Leviathan:

Not much better at keeping you focused than Mammon is?

You won’t have to do as much begging to get him to do it, since Levi is the resident shut-in, but he will have to do some rearranging of his “busy otaku schedule.”

For someone who literally lives in the same house as you, he hauls enough of his stuff into your room to make it feel like he’s moving in for more than a weekend. 

Levi spends most of his time sprawled across your bed reading manga, catching up on new anime episodes, and playing some sort of new RPG game on his laptop. 

At certain points, it feels like he’s almost entirely forgotten about your existence, but then he’ll randomly have an outburst.

“Ahhh! That character’s actually the villain?!”

“Oh...Sorry, MC!!”

You can tell he feels bad when that happens. As a sort of peace offering, he up-ends a bag filled with snacks onto the table. They’re all limited edition for this new collab with one of his favorite anime series. 

“We gotta refuel! And while we take our break, you can help me enter the codes on these snacks! They came out with exclusive merch and only a select few of the codes will win!”

You give in because he’s right, right? A small break won’t hurt. 

Until he tries to talk you into watching (at least) one episode of the anime you guys had started together earlier in the week. 

That’s when you have to put your foot down. 

“Levi, you promised that you would help me NOT get distracted! Not be the one who’s doing the distracting!”

“I’m so sorry, MC!!”

After that, he resigns himself to quietly (well, as quietly as Levi can) reading in the corner until you’re done. 

As soon as you finish and collapse on your bed, he pops up beside you. 

“So, to congratulate you on a job well done -- we can watch that anime now!”

“Levi, it’s 2am!”

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

MC has ADHD (Part 2)

MC has ADHD, and medicated or not, there's no adderal in the Devildom, so they have to deal with it on their own. Sometimes that doesn't go over too well since the denizens of the Devildom have no clue how to handle you sometimes.

Diavolo

Diavolo is always happy when he sees you, even more so that you two have a bit of time to chat since his next meeting isn't for half an hour and your next class isn't for 15 minutes.

but as soon as he sees you he can sense your emotions are chaos and it upsets and confuses the prince.

is something wrong? are you ok? he asks, surprising you. Diavolo is quick to apologize for surprising you.

Diavolo only grows more concerned though when you wipe baby tears from your eyes and tell him you're fine, and he can very clearly tell its a straight up lie.

Diavolo completely disregards both of your schedules, deciding that even Barbatos can't yell at him for prioritizing his exchange student. so he drags you to his office and sits you down, asking you again what was wrong.

and you try to lie again, but as soon as he reminds you he can tell when you lie, you just break down and cry against him for a few minutes.

after a bit when you stopped crying, Diavolo's heart had broken already, and he lets you pull yourself together before asking if you can tell him yet.

yeah, yeah you can tell him. you just- its hard sometimes. it was just a rough day and-

you cut yourself off, as if you're trying to protect someone. it brushes him the wrong way, but Diavolo hides it. he just waits and you eventually sighs.

your history teacher had chewed you out for a few incorrect facts on an essay you'd turned in the day before and he just wouldn't listen when you said you'd done your best but the things he pointed out weren't common knowledge for you.

you'd been learning their entire history that they grow up with in a few months and it was a lot and your progress was impressive. even Lucifer and himself recognized that, Satan himself had said that your progress is incredible.

but your teacher did not care, you should have known those things and he even said why. the reasons, Diavolo hates to admit it are good reasons. but that's for someone who'd been in the Devildom for a longer period of time. and you have other things besides that one class to do so, is he is truly pissed.

but that's not the current priority, he can deal with that teacher later.

right now you are in his office telling him that the lecture had just been too much and you hit your limit.

You quiet curse yourself out, saying something about emotional regulation and adhd, the first is easy for him to figure out, the second confuses him. Regardless he stops you, hating you talk about yourself like that.

You end up having to explain you didn't mean it like that, and tell diavolo about adhd and what it is and how it can affect you.

One of those things being hyper sensitive to certain things. It's not a big deal, you're over reacting and you know it.

Diavolo entirely disagrees but gives you a pass from you next class and let's you sit in his office for a while telling him some more.

He needs to fix a few things so this doesn't happen again to you.

Barbatos

you haven't moved in probably an hour

hes not even sure if you've blinked

getting your attention to ask if you're alright, you snap back to reality quickly and smile.

you're fine, just kinda thinking.

about what, he asks, curious as to what could take your attention like that.

um, nothing really? several things. its a bit weird to explain.

Barbatos shrugs it off and gets back to work, but just watches as you space out and your eyes unfocus just like that.

10 minutes later he's coming back to ask you, a bit concerned.

you have to laugh a bit. you're just feeling a little bored so you're getting lost in your head. its generally called disassociation, it just kinda happens sometimes, inside or outside of your control.

ah, this must be related to the adhd you have that he keeps hearing about.

he's . . . a bit worried about you but it seems you are not worried about it.

he accepts your explanation and moves on. but he does take the time to learn about your adhd a bit more.

he's less concerned the next time he sees that look in your eyes, although he's not entirely pleased to see it happening during class.

Solomon

Solomon is the only one who figures out you have adhd without you having to spell it out, lol

thus the shady sorcerer starts drug dealing to you

aka, he offers to get you [insert your adhd medication here]

you almost accept without thinking before you ask what he wants in return because you fucking miss being able to function properly

he asks you to help him as his assistant sometimes

you tell him you'll tell lucifer on him

so now you say him for his services normally with like, actual grim.

and the occasional experiment that usually gets you two in trouble

he's probably adhd too, or maybe he's just that nuts. who knows who cares

you got your bullshit and a chaos partner

devildom look out if he starts withholding your shit everyone's gonna suffer for it

Simeon

he's visiting the house of lamentation for the day to watch you because the brothers are all gone and it's not quite safe for you to to be alone.

you're cleaning, which is fine, he's letting you be productive. but over the course of a few hours, he's- getting concerned. you started in your room and you took some dishes to the kitchen, where he them found you doing the dishes. lovely!

but then you took the dirty rags to the laundry and he found you not long after in there reorganizing the detergents and the like and you separate the nearly empty ones out.

you throw those out and collect the trash, but it only makes it to the front door because now you're in the coat closet and now he had to intervene.

you've started so many tasks and finished none fo them. would you like some help?

you blink at him, then your eye go wide.

"i was cleaning my room!" you burst, and he has to pause. did- did you forget?

kinda? you're task jumping without meaning to because as you do something, you realize something else needs to be done so your brain switches tracks and most of the time, you kind of forget the previous tasks, or how the jumping started.

how- does that even happen? are you ok? Simeon doesn't want to be rude, but he's confused and concerned.

naw, it's just your adhd, it happens. you just need to get back on track. thanks!

. . . wait what's that?

you chat as he helps you stay on track and also finds out what aitism is.

and that . . . sounds a lot like Micheal and Raphael

he might have to look into this more

Luke

Luke does not like studying in your room. it's messy and disorganized and he doesn't like it!

besides its dark

its not that hes scared of the dark! its just hard to see! thats all!

but he is confused because whenever they stop by your room you have to look all over for whatever it is but you never clean it!

just organize it!

but no, luke's dumbfounded when Leviathan pops in asking for some pencils and you reach into your closet and open a shoe box with a hat in it and pull out 2 pencils a pen and a plastic straw.

what the actual heck?!

you say of course you know where that was, you put it there like 3 months ago.

how do you know where that is but not your Devildom History textbook from 2 days ago?!

you sigh and explain your brain works very weird. hyper organized things like his room are not your forte. your try to reorganize sometimes but it always devolves into your personal brand of organized chaos.

Luke still doesn't get it and you're a bit annoyed and snap at him that you cant help it, its just how your brain works

now you both are kind of upset. you apologize for snapping at him and luke apologizes for-

you cut him off because he didn't do anything wrong. you sit him own and explain that your brain and body work different than a lot of people because of this thing you have called adhd.

he panics for a second thinking you're dying.

then he thinks its the demons fault.

once he lets you actually explain, luke thinks about it for a few minutes, then takes a look again around your room. like he's trying to see it differently.

then he asks if you have those bags next to the bookshelf for a reason

yes theyre some things you've collected for your bookshelf at home after your year here that you don't want to take out but it's at least in the right place

what's in your desk?

you explain the organization of each drawer to him.

why didn't you give levi a pencil from that?

he wanted a specific one i borrowed from him once that we both forgot about.

Luke doesn't mind coming over to your room as much after that, it comes in handy when he started remembering where you keep your things or where certain items end up being thrown.

Part 1

[sassykattery]

Lover's Holiday, Pt. 3

Welcome to Part 3

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. MC kinda grouchy 😅 But lots of fluff. Not too much to warn for. Reader is called "good girl"

Themes: Romance, DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers mentioned or implied.

Minors and ageless blogs

Masterlist

18+ only

Things didn't slow down for you, nor would they. Though you weren't expected to learn all of your future royal duties in a month, you didn't exactly want to learn everything in a rush, so you worked very hard on your royal studies, on top of RAD and learning to wield your demon magic. Your lesser known-about endeavor of figuring out Devildom law was still fruitless, but that didn't stop you from reading and researching.

A few months had gone by since you started this journey of learning everything you could, which had started only a couple weeks after the incident with the witch Sybil, and it wore on you. However, there seemed to be unrest between all of your favorite demons and how you allotted your time with them. Oftentimes, you missed dinners and outings with both the royals and the brothers in favor of studying, tutoring, or working.

Today, you were in a foul mood. When you dropped by to take your breakfast to go at the House, you were chewed out by four out of seven brothers because they missed you, and then Barbatos reminded you at lunch that you still hadn't finished one of the lessons you had to do this week for finances. On top of having an alchemy project due. And hell knew what else you were forgetting.

"Why are we here?" Belphie asked begrudgingly. Everyone was sitting around in the Student Council room at RAD after classes were done, including Diavolo and Barbatos.

"MC wanted to have a meeting with all of us, and this was the most convenient place for everyone to meet," Lucifer replied sharply. He wasn't privy to the topic of the meeting, so he was rather anxious as to what it is you wanted to see everyone about.

Finally, just before the meeting time, you strolled in to find everyone in their seats, waiting for you. With no further introduction needed, you stood in the middle of the floor, looking at everyone.

"It has come to my attention that there has been some upset about how I'm dividing my time with you all," you stated calmly, though, there was a glint in your eyes that indicated this was not to be a happy time for anyone else. There was an aura about you that said, "Don't fuck with me."

You continued, "While I'm happy that each of you desires time with me, you all must understand I'm incredibly busy." They all flinched at your last word as midnight blue vapors appeared behind you. "So, I've come up with a solution," you stated. Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged glances, sensing your more dominant and demonic side coming out, and while it was rather enticing in one regard, they were unsure of what it meant for them.

"I plan to have dinner at the castle three times a week and at the House three times a week, alternating days so that everyone gets time with me, and I so I have one day to myself if I would like to get work done. Lunches are fair game to anyone who asks me, but if that becomes a problem, then I'll set up a schedule for that, too. If anyone has objections to this, I'll happily send you over to the complaint department, also known as Cerberus," you explained, your fangs starting to show now.

Everyone shivered, except Lucifer, who just stared at you.

"If no one has any further comments, that will be all. Thank you for coming," you said, walking back out of the room, vapors trailing your footsteps as you walked.

There was complete silence when you left, and for some reason, even if you didn't exactly lecture them, everyone felt a little bit scolded by you. Lucifer immediately looked at Diavolo and tilted his head toward the offices. The two went into Diavolo's office and sat.

"Is there something I should know?" Lucifer asked.

"I would ask you the same, because I don't know," Diavolo replied.

Barbatos came walking in, "If I may?" he asked the two.

Diavolo nodded, and Barbatos continued. "I believe MC may be stressed about all of her studies. When I met with her yesterday for tutoring, she had made substantial progress, but... she didn't seem terribly cheerful like she normally is, and we weren't even looking at finances. Today, when I reminded her about a lesson she needed to complete, she seemed rather... irritable."

Lucifer frowned and Diavolo grimaced. "I was afraid of that happening," Diavolo said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"She needs a break," Lucifer stated.

"Indeed, but are you going to be the one to tell her that?" Diavolo asked, knowing you would decline and keep working. Also, he wasn't a fan of trying to confront you when you let your demonic nature come out. No, he wasn't afraid of you, but he certainly wasn't interested in being on his lover's shitlist.

Lucifer gave a knowing smile, "I could, actually. She's done it with me enough times." He then stood, his smile turning to an awful smirk. "Let me handle the Avatar of Vainglory," he stated wickedly.

Diavolo gave Lucifer an eyebrow raise, "Do let me know if you survive, I should like to hope you know what you're doing, but it's not often MC is so irate with any of us."

Barbatos smiled knowingly, "Indeed. Lucifer, best of luck to you."

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When Lucifer arrived at the House, he immediately went to your room, finding you at the table with six different books in front of you. It was silent in the room, but there was an air of stress around you, one that saddened him slightly.

"My, I didn't know you could study finances, law, potions, hexes, communication, and alchemy all at once, my love," Lucifer said snarkily.

You bristled but made no move to reply. Lucifer saw that you were in no joking mood still, so he changed tactics: appealing to your sin.

"It certainly is an accomplishment, what you're doing, darling," he then said, softening. Your shoulders slumped, so he knew you were still listening. "In fact, it's admirable. When I came to the Devildom, we didn't have most of what we have now, but certainly, I've had my share of learning new things. But I also never had to learn to be a demon, harness my magic, and become a royal all at once in the span of a few months either, even with you being so young, I've had a couple millennia to figure it out."

You finally put the pen down, and looked at your partner, who was now kneeling beside you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

"And for all that, I'm very proud of you," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Finally, you slid out of your chair to hug Lucifer, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face was buried in your collarbone, inhaling your sweet scent, and he rubbed small circles on your back.

After a minute of this, he pulled his face away to look at you. "I'd like to propose a break– a vacation, for you," Lucifer stated.

Your gaze shifted away, but he took your chin in his thumb and index finger, guiding you back to him. "I know you think you need to keep working; however, everything will still be here when you get back. So, how about it dove? Why don't you and I go on vacation somewhere for a few days?"

Your body language, ever obvious to Lucifer, gave away your next thought as you looked down to where your left hand was. "I think it would be wise if Diavolo stayed, so that you're not tempted to think about your royal studies. He wants you to take a break too," Lucifer answered your silent question.

Studying his crimson eyes, you searched for any reason to say no, and found none. "Okay," you whispered. Lucifer smiled and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Good girl. Now, how about I plan it all out for us? Leave it to me, and you just make sure you're ready," Lucifer murmured, pulling you close to him again.

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Two days later, you were telling everyone your goodbyes.

"Ugh, no fair! Lucifer is getting MC all to himself for three days?!" Asmo whined, hugging you tightly.

"Try to relax and have fun, you need it," Satan said, pulling you into his embrace next. He then whispered in your ear, "Also, I'm not sure how you'll manage it with my brother, but I will certainly enjoy the break without him."

You chuckled as you pulled away, and Lucifer narrowed his eyes as the fourth-born, assuming he said something rude.

"Get some rest," Belphie said with a lazy smile.

"Eat good food," Beel said and hugged you with a pouty look on his face.

Levi and Mammon were the ones closest to the door, staring at the floor.

"You know I'm coming back, right?" you asked, and then added, "I'm not dying either." The air was sucked out of the room when you said that, and you sighed.

Taking control, you walked up to the two and pulled them into a threeway hug. "Behave. I'll miss you both," you muttered in between their heads.

When you pulled back, they were both blushing. The front door of the house suddenly opened, and Diavolo and Barbatos walked in, smiling at you.

"We came to wish you farewell on your vacation," Barbatos said with a slight bow of his head.

You hugged the butler tightly and whispered, "Take care of my prince," just for his ear.

He whispered back, "Always. Take care of yourself, mistress."

Then you looked at Diavolo, and it was rather hard for you to say goodbye. Normally, he was the one leaving and you stayed behind. Seeing as they were all being extra wheels in this moment, the rest of the brothers went and found something else to do, or look at.

Diavolo pulled you into his embrace, and it felt tighter than normal, almost needy as well. Pulling back only slightly so he could guide your face to look at him, Diavolo looked you over. His gaze gave way to the bittersweet and longing thoughts behind it.

"Try to have fun. I'll be here when you return, and then you'll come stay with me for a little bit," he murmured. You nodded, and he placed a rather passionate kiss on your lips. "I love you, my princess, get some rest," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you, my prince," you whispered back. It was hard to let go, and you almost didn't if he hadn't done so first.

Lucifer quietly walked over and took your hand, "Alright you two, it's time for us to go," he said with a small smile. You nodded, and both of you grabbed your suitcases, still hand-in-hand as you both walked out the door of the House of Lamentation. You weren't told where you were going, but you knew it was for the best, so you could actually relax.

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Demon brothers react to Mc being scented by lower demons

Pairings: Lucifer x reader /Mammon x reader / Leviathan x reader

Class has ended and the demons are slowly leaving the classroom. This was the only class where none of the brothers, angels and the shady sorcerer wasn't with you. With no one to interact with, You were feeling lazy and wanting to stand up after everyone has gone home you just lazily plopped your head to the desk wondering what will be served for dinner, meat perhaps

As you was mulling over what's for dinner someone tapped you gently on the shoulder. Feeling the sensation, you immediately darted your attention to the 2 demons, one standing proudly and the other seemingly feeling shy

"Yes? Do you need something"

"Ah no... I mean yes.." answered the seemingly shy one, which earned a click on the tongue by the more serious demon

"He's interested in you, he said he found you cute and thought this was his chance to say hi since none of the demon brothers are guarding you" the serious demon blurted which earned incoherent protest from his companion

"Ahem, what he meant is, i wanna be friends with you, if you don't mind that is" he said fidgeting

You actually found it quite cute how he was fumbling over his words, kinda reminded you of the white haired tsundere back at the HOL.

"I would like that" You chirped which made the demon beam at you " we can hang out sometime but maybe not today since i have to go home" you reasoned out, quite bummed that your "getting to know each other" needs to be postponed for a while

"oh that's ok, I'm just ecstatic you're willing to be my friend, but can i scent you, you know to commemorate us being friends"

Not knowing what he meant by scent you, you just slightly tilted your head to the side, indicating you don't know what he's talking about

"dumbass, of course a human wouldn't know what scenting is" the serious companion said giving a glance to his obviously clumsy friend

"ahh I'm sorry, I'll explain, scenting is like a form of intimacy given by demons, it's harmless really and i wanted to do it to you know as a sign of our friendship and don't worry i won't fully scent you" he reassured

Feeling satisfied with the explanation, you just replied that you understood and it's fine to do it.

The demon immediately beamed up at this and continued to lean close until his face was almost skin to skin with the crook of your neck. Lasted for a few seconds before the demon returned to his original stance

After a bit of small talk, you proceeded to say goodbye and hurriedly went home to the house of lamentation.

Arriving at the house, you immediately slung the door open, went inside and just as you were about to go upstairs you were

Lucifer

Suddenly halted you in your tracks by gently grabbing the back of your backpack

At first he was just gonna ask why you were home so late, not until something wafted in the air

Doesn't take long to realize the scent is coming from you and what it was

Stares at you for a few seconds before popping up the question

"Who scented you" anger was evident in his voice, he tried to not let it show but it's there and it's obvious

Which scoundrel had the guts to scent you, and why did you let them

"oh, i made a friend today and he scented me to commemorate our friendship" you obliviously say to the fuming demon

With how nonchalant you answered, he came to an understanding that you have no idea what scenting indicates

This somehow diminished his anger inside, already thinking how to lecture you for being so clueless

After a few seconds of contemplating how to deal with you you, he came to a decision which involves

Him dragging you to his room and properly lecturing you not to let others carelessly put their scent on you and you should know, it's only him whose allowed to do so

Mammon

You have successfully arrived at the front of your door and there stood mammon obviously waiting for you

Seeing him you immediately approached him to give him a hug

He was about to embrace you when suddenly he smelt something wrong in the air

Taking note that the scent was coming from you, and boy he was not liking it

Why do you have the smell of another demon

If you're gonna have a scent on you, it's gonna be his

"oi, why do you have another demon's scent on you" he asked, brows furrowed holding your upper arms gently as to press you to answer

When you nonchalantly replied about how you made a friend and he scented you for commemoration

He did not like that

Nope

Nuh uh

"what the hell, you're not supposed to let others scent you" come on he'd obviously make a fuss about it "if someone's going to scent you it's me" he huffed pulling you by the waist and diving his face to the crook of your neck

You squirmed and became utterly flustered underneath his touch but he held you firmly

He did not let go until every bit of the scent was gone and replace with his

Contented how you smell like him now and how red you've become he loosened his hold on you, and proceeded to tell you never to let anyone scent you cause hey that's his job

Leviathan

Right after arriving, you immediately went to your room to freshen up, and proceed to have dinner with everyone

On the way you passed by your favourite weeb's room and decided to bring him down with you

Gently knocking on the door and letting yourself in after affirmation by the otaku

"Levi, time for dinner, let's go" you said while coming closer to him while his still in his chair, gaming

He was about to respond when he smelled it

Immediately whipping his head to your direction, you were happy he's paying attention to you immediately but the way he looked at you was questionable

"is something wrong?" you asked him, not wanting to hold his questionable gaze for much longer

"MC, I'm still your boyfriend right? We're still dating right?" he asked, you noticed how his voice cracked at the end

You immediately latched on to his front, cupped his face and asked why would he ask something so silly

"Then why do you smell like other demons, why did you let them scent you? You're not supposed to have other scents on you other than mine, you're mine right?" he asked trying to make sure your still his

You immediately explained that it was just a sign of friendship and that you're sorry for causing such misunderstanding and gently ask him to explain things like this so you don't make the same mistake

Of course the gamer was more than willing to explain to you what it means to be scented and how you should only let him

And of course it won't end with just him explaining, he needs to overwrite that scent with his, dinner can wait i think, fuck lucifer's sermons, this is more important.

Here is the continuation of this

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

It's me again 💗

Anyway I have another family angst one for you

Now like any siblings they fight endlessly.

So in another room from the brothers MC and her little brother are fighting about something. And oh boy things are getting heated.

Then suddenly they all heard MC scream"stop acting like a spoiled brat and then I'll take you seriously!" "Shut up you b##h!"

Then they heard something really shocking come out of MC brother mouth." Why won't you just die already!"

Everything went silent

Then a sound of a door slamming open is heard before mc is seen running past the open door.

(sorry if it's a bit dark)

Brothers reaction?

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mc gets into a bad fight with their brother

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: fighting, death threats, angst, pushing

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Lucifer

he will give you some time before following you

after all, when he gets into bad fights with his siblings, he wouldn't like it if somebody came to him immediately

lucifer will interrogate and lecture your brother, because death threats are in no way okay, it doesn't matter who started the fight

after a good ten minutes, lucifer will search for you

he'll calmly ask you what had caused things to go wrong so badly, and will comfort you, even hug you if you want it

Mammon

the second he watched you run off, he raced to your brother's side to scream at him

as the victim of many insults, thrown at him by his brothers, he knows how much it can hurt, and he can't have you feeling like that

mammon does actually end up pushing your brother, but it wasn't hard enough to cause injury

afterwards, he makes his way to you

he is prepared to comfort you in any way possible

Leviathan

he freezes on the spot

levi doesn't know what to do, does he go to you? does he tell your brother off?

since your brother actually lowkey scares him, levi decides to find you

you can tell comforting people isn't his strongest point, but it's sweet how much he's trying to make you feel better

after you've calmed down a bit, you two will play some games together

Satan

this man is so close to punching your brother like he and his brothers do to each other sometimes

he does quickly throw a 'why don't you drop on the floor right now' at your brother

then, he decided to leave him be and go after you

when he finds you, he first asks if you are okay

if you are not, he will make sure you feel better fast before asking what had happened

satan does believe both of you are responsible for the fight, it's just your brother who went way too far

Asmodeus

he throws the nasties, deadliest, most venomous gaze known to man at your brother before going after you

immediately tackles you into a hug and kisses your cheeks upon finding you

he fights with his brothers too, but never seriously asks them to die

like mammon, he is prepared to go to extreme lenghts to make you feel better

even if the thing you need to cheer up is something seemingly impossible, asmo has many contacts, he'll make it happen for you

Beelzebub

beel is beyond shocked at what he heard

sure, he witnessed his brothers scream bad stuff at each other, but they never seemed to mean it, and also his brothers can be very extra sometimes, but this?

he goes to your brother first, allowing you some time to cool off, and asks him what happened and why he said that

then he goes to you, he holds you close to his body as he asks you too what just happened

beel also believes both parties are responsible in a fight, siblings should get along after all, he knows he would feel awful if he fought like that with his siblings

Belphegor

he already didn't like your brother

this is something he'll at to his 'reasons to dislike mc's brother' list

even though he knows both sides of a fight should be scolded, you were clearly upset, and your brother said something horrible, so belphie goes after you, completely ignoring your brother standing in the doorway

he'll offer you cuddles and naps while comforting you, and he won't stop until you tell him you feel better

[misc-obeyme]

Arsenios's Story: Preview

Since today is Arsenios's birthday, I'm sharing this little snippet from his story that I've been working on. The story still doesn't have a title, but I swear I'll come up with one at some point.

I wanted to share something a little fluffy. I think this is a cute little scene. It's before all the really dramatic stuff happens in the story lol.

Note that this is just a preview and is subject to change in the final draft. As always you can find more information about Arsenios in his profile post.

GN!MC x Arsenios (demon OC)

Warnings: none this is all fluff

A few days later you were in your bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Your mind was whirring, your thoughts steadily tumbling over each other. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes, and sleep. And yet, for some reason, you couldn't.

You sighed. You rolled over in bed and picked up your D.D.D. hoping something there could distract you.

You were going to scroll through Devilgram, but you accidentally opened your contacts instead. You saw Arsenios's name there, new among your list.

Your finger hovered over the send message option. It was late. He was probably asleep, like you should be. And it wasn't like you guys were close enough that you could just text him in the middle of the night.

And yet…

Your mind was a little cloudy from exhaustion, so you went ahead and sent a message anyway. You'd deal with any consequences later.

MC: Hey, are you still awake? Or do you have a normal sleep schedule?

What a dorky thing to say. But you didn't care because you were tired, but couldn't sleep and your brain was not fully functioning. You just needed to talk to someone. Sure, you could have sent a message to any one of the brothers. Actually, you could have just left your room and talked to them in person. Levi was certainly still awake and a good gaming session might even be something that could help. Lucifer might still be awake, too, but you were far more likely to encounter a lecture from him. But for some reason, you didn't want to do any of that.

Your phone vibrated and you nearly dropped it in surprise.

Arsenios: What's sleep? Is that a human thing?

You rolled your eyes. Now you felt a little less like a dork because you were clearly talking to someone who was even more of one than you were.

MC: Ha ha, very funny. So you are awake.

Arsenios: I am now. Did you forget to do your curses and hexes homework for tomorrow? Because if that's why you're texting me, I regret to inform you that I didn't do it either.

MC: No, unlike you I actually care about school. I know better than to think you've done any homework ever.

Arsenios: That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be known for doing homework. So what's up? Everything okay?

You paused for a moment. Was he worried about you? You shook your head. You were being silly.

MC: Nothing, really. I just can't sleep, that's all.

Arsenios: I can do something about that. Hang on.

You read this last message in confusion. You stared at the screen for a moment, not sure how to respond, when it scared you to death by ringing in your hand. Arsenios's name flashed across the screen.

He was calling you?

You swiped to answer because what else could you do?

"Um, hello?" you said.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Sorry to just call you out of nowhere like that, but I can't help you sleep if you can't hear me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

There was the soft strum of guitar strings on the other line.

"Have you already forgotten?" His tone was amused. "I can sing you to sleep."

You stared at the phone for a minute. "What?"

He laughed, a soft rolling sound that sounded like music itself. "My power, remember? If you're having trouble sleeping, it would be easy for me to put a little magic into my song to help you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

Your cheeks heated up and you were glad he couldn't see you. At least he asked this time. You thought about it. It would be nice if you could just sleep right now. "Okay. But if I fall asleep…"

"Don't worry," Arsenios said. "I'll hang up. I won't hear you snoring or talking in your sleep."

"I don't do either of those things!" you said and he laughed again.

"Just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready," he said.

You readjusted yourself so that you were comfortable in your bed, keeping your D.D.D. beside you on the pillow.

"Okay," you said. "I'm ready."

"Sweet dreams, MC," Arsenios said. He started to play the guitar before you could respond. Moments later, he was singing something soft and sweet. You hadn't heard it before, so you figured it was a Devildom song of some kind. It was mellow and quiet. The baritone of his voice easily rising and falling with the notes. It was hard to believe this was the same voice that had been practically growling on stage with the band. Right now it was smooth and gentle, the acoustic hum of the guitar strings mingling perfectly.

Soon enough, your eyes began to drift closed. You felt yourself falling into a restful slumber. It was like you were wrapped up in the song's melody, held close and kept warm. Your dreams were mild and pleasant.

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I don’t know what to call this it’s just MC being protective and feral

A/N: Do the bros really need protection? No probably not. Do I care? Also no. I write MC op as hell so therefore they can and will deck a demon in the jaw if one messes with their guys.

Update: Part 2 is out!

Side Characters!

Barbatos!

Luke!

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Lucifer

“Just ignore them. They aren’t worth it.” Lucifer says with a hand on your shoulder. The two of you were out on a walk around the Devildom and for some reason there was three lower demons behind you two throwing comments and insults. Mainly at Lucifer. Did they have a death wish?

“Hey look at that! It’s the Angel turned demon! A fallen star!”

Oh that does it.

Before the eldest could stop you, you had turned around and charged at the demons. Eyes flaring a wrathful green.

With the magic of the pacts flowing through you on top of your anger, your fist smacks into on of the demon’s jaw and send them falling onto the ground.

“What the fuck?!” The other two demons gawk at you. One reaching down to help the one you punched up.

“The only fallen stars are you. Bottom of the barrel demons who have nothing better to do than hackle a demon that could easily erase you from the realm.” You hiss, the three flinch as you step closer. “Now beat it!”

The three run away and you hear Lucifer behind you.

“You know that wasn’t necessary.” He sighs, checking your hand.

“You’re use to it.” You hum, taking a moment to calm down. “You may not need it but I’ll always defend you.”

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Mammon

“Do you wanna taste lead???”

Oh boy.

Mammon has his arms around your shoulders from behind holding you back from some witches that were demanding money. You were baring your teeth and holding up a pencil. He couldn’t tell if they were just shocked or legitimately scared by this green eyed glowing and rage fueled human threatening them with pencil lead.

“Look I’ll pay you back soon-”

“Get a fucking job if you need Grimm that bad you HA-”

“OOOOKAY MC AND I GOTTA GO BYE!”

He throws you over his shoulder and runs outta there as fast as he can. Once the coast is clear he sets you down and-

“MC ya can’t jus’ THREATEN witches!” Mammon tries to lecture you but he doesn’t get through to you as you lowly growl before calming down.

“If they need Grimm that bad they should get jobs or somethin not hackle you.” You mumble.

“Over protective much?” Mammon teased.

“Maybe.”

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Leviathan

Was that growl his stomach or from the game that was displayed? No that’s the next Devil Cart being shown. He’s not hungry since he just had lunch so then-

Levi looks to you and sees you glaring daggers at some demons who turned away. Then he hears it again. Humans can growl??

“MC.” He pokes you and you look to him.

“Yeah?” You asks, acting as if you weren’t just playing the role of a guard dog.

“I uh why are you growling like that?” Levi asks, the blush forming on his face making this a bit more embarrassing for himself.

“Oh you know. Some ass hats were making some comments about you that I didn’t care for.” You answer nonchalantly before looking back to said small group who turn heel and leave the gaming store.

Levi knows he should probably say something. Knowing that you have a habit of doing this, he should say something like you shouldn’t do that or what if they really want to pick a fight with you? But no. He keeps his mouth shut because that small part of him thinks this side of you….growling, being so openly protective and…violent is kind of…?

“Levi?”

“I WASNT THINKING OF ANYTHING WE SHOULD GO”

“Eh?”

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Satan

Humorous.

That’s the word that comes to mind. Humorous

He knows the others fail to understand this but he doesn’t. You aren’t the weak and magic-less human you once were.

Though he supposes you do tend to bite off more than you can chew sometimes. Was this one of those times? No but you get the idea.

He can feel your anger and protectiveness the moment you caught wind of the comments he himself also heard but paid it no mind. Unlike you.

“Sit down, MC.”

“But!”

“Sit.”

You pout and flop back down beside Satan who didn’t even look up from his book but knew you all too well thanks to your temper.

“You do know that I can feel your anger when your about to snap, right?” He asks with a shit eating smirk.

“I know but I thought since you were reading you wouldn’t notice.” You shrug.

“You should know better than that. Feeling your anger flow through me thanks to our pact is a treat if I’m being honest. However I don’t want you getting hurt. Again.” Satan explains as he closes his book. “Don’t let some trash ruin our time together alright?”

“Fiiiiine.” You sigh. The calm that follows lasted about 5 minutes.

“Look it’s the human and the anger baby! Did he have his bottle today????”

The irony that you helped Satan control his emotions meanwhile you let your protective nature take hold is…funny.

“Try not to make a mess.” Satan sighs as you stand up, cracking your knuckles.

“No promises.” You growl and that sends a shiver down Satan’s spine. Hm…maybe this outing turned out okay after all.

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Random Obey Me! Headcanon #3

Genre: Fluff with a slight of crack here and there. A lot of family bonding too :3

In the anime teaser and manga, Mammon is shown to be the one who always indulges Satan's toddler requests. We know that Lucifer influenced Satan the most, but I love to think that Mammon actually helps him a lot when he first started knowing about things in Devildom. Sure, in terms of personality or way of thinking, Lucifer wins, but Mammon was the one who taught Satan how to wash dishes, to lawn the mower, to not put metal items in the microwave, to not run away from Lucifer's lecture if he didn't want to get more punishment from the eldest. Basically, Mammon is the 'mother' of Satan. In fact, he's also one of the few who first taught him how to read. So, whenever Satan gets turned into a toddler by the cursed book, Mammon can't help wanting to spoil him because he's reminded of the past.

Because Simeon is still practising his typing skills in D.D.D, he sometimes accidentally sent/spam stickers to everyone else. For Luke, it was no big deal since he'll probably ask Simeon what it meant, but for Solomon? The sorcerer will bombard another massive wave of emojis/stickers back to Simeon, making Simeon thinks that it's normal to spam stickers in Human culture.

Because of this, MC too got sticker spammed by Simeon.

I love to imagine that Lucifer gives the brothers their monthly pocket money. Everyone gets the same amount, but if they wanted more money, they'll need to work part-time jobs.

Sike! Mammon got -2% less pocket money than others. This is because he wants Mammon to storm to his study and demand more money from Lucifer. Just a way to see his cutest brother sulk like a puppy *shrug*

Lucifer has one specific rule when it comes to dining together. When the meals are done, the brothers cannot, under any circumstances, use their D.D.D to call down everyone for dinner. No text, no calls, no anything. They must walk on foot to the respective brothers' room and call them for dinner one by one. This is actually just a way for Lucifer to know whether any of his brothers are having fallouts or arguments with each other.

Mammon is the peacemaker in the family. Even though he's always bickering with Levi, we didn't see them fighting to the point of having cold wars. So when his brothers are arguing with each other, he'll be on the neutral side that listens to every side's stories. Mammon will then advise them to make up with each other, in a subtle way. (One of the reasons why Lucifer relies on Mammon a lot when he's too busy to keep up with the family drama)

On times that Diavolo can't log in to his game due to his demanding workload, he will ask for Levi's help to log into his games and claim the daily login bonuses. Also help tend to his farm in the game Devil Farmer. And also help feed his virtual pets in Devil Pets. Long story short, Levi now works a part-time job as Diavolo's virtual farmer/petsitter.

The fact that almost 75% of the problem that Lucifer heard complaints of comes from Levi and Mammon themselves, even though they are the big brothers, made Lucifer wonder if those two are truly capable of being in the big brother squad. Until he was away for an errand one day and discovered that those two prevented a huge physical altercation between their little brothers and some middle-class demons.

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Could you do hc's for the bros where Mc got into a fight with some demon at school, and now Lucifer is chewing them out, and after like a good three hour lecture Lucifer is finally like "what do you have to say for yourself" and Mc, tired of his shit is like "it was self defence, he tried to eat me so I fought back, but of course if you'd prefer me dead, I can arrange that, too"

MC Got Into A Fight

LUCIFER

The day was already stressful as it is, and now MC had to go and pick a fight with a demon..

His day was going oh, so better.

And when he got to know that MC picked a fight with a demon he chewed them out for three hours straight. He was cruel, ruthless and strict in his lecture. Nitpicking their every human flaw, and preaching in his anger.

And when Belphegor demanded the reason for the fight, he simply stared.

But when MC told him, in a tired tone that it was self defense the frown on his face disappeared, replaced with a shocked one.

Did the demon harm them in any way, were they injured- so many questions in his mind, but all he can do is stare in shock.

And their words were heartbreaking to hear. He was genuinely concerned for them! Although he can get a bit overbearing at times... All Lucifer could do was mumble a soft apology.

The demon that dare do this won't live any more.

His pride won't let him apologize in front of his brothers, hence, he calls the MC to his room later and then expresses his regret while gently hugging them...

MAMMON

He was concerned, okay, he was worried to high heavens when he found out that MC got in a fight. And why did they even get into one, knowing they could die so easily?!

Lucifer gave MC a three hour lecture, in which he talked and talked and talked. Mammon got bored of listening and wanted to scream at Lucifer to at least ask how they got in a fight, but a glare shut him up.

And, at the end, finally, it came to light that the demon tried to eat them.

Eat them??!! Eat his human?!!! Oh, hell no.

Lucifer better apologize fast, because otherwise Mammon will beat him to it.

The demon that dare harm MC will now be put in the underground labyrinth, as Cerebrus's playmate! ( Chew toy)

He's sorry, MC. Please coddle him because he's close to crying

LEVIATHAN

MC got into a fight at RAD, how truly normie behaviour. That's why one shouldn't come out of their room!

They are so reckless! But what made them fight....this was a question that Belphegor asked at the end. The reply made him gape at them.

A demon had tried to eat them, and they fought back in self defense. Lucifer! They hadn't done anything wrong!

Oh dear, he had to sit through the lecture too, with the others, as a warning.

The demon that dare harm MC will be thrown into the ocean, that's for sure.

Leviathan shyly apologizes, and invites MC to his room to play some games. It's the least he can do, after all. And perhaps not to subtly tell Lucifer he messed up real bad this time...

SATAN

Why is this human so careless and where are their self-preservation instincts?

He was worried for their safety, and chided them like a parent. Those demons could kill MC with a swipe of their hands, and yet, they fought.

He tried to ask the reason for the fight, but Lucifer won't shut up with his lecture. Three hours...is a bit too much....

But when he found out from Belphegor's demand for the reason, that it was in self-defence, shock and rage took over.

How could he be so foolish? Was MC okay? Lucifer needs to apologize immediately-

He is going to rip Lucifer a new one, tearing into him, admonishing him for not apologizing properly. And the demon that dare harm MC...

Is going to be tortured for at least a century..

When his rage calms down, he checks MC over for any injuries while apologizing. Next time, he'll be accompanying them outside.

ASMODEUS

Oh dear, you just had to go and pick a fight, didn't you?

He was worried for their skin, and their well-being, and throughout Lucifer's lecture he sat on the couch while inspecting his nails all the while...

But when he got to know the reason for the fight, he sprang up in shock.

A demon? Who was it? Did you know them?! We-

Calm down, Asmodeus.

The demon that had the audacity is not going to be able to go out in public any more...

He immediately takes them to his room to check for any injuries, and give them a self-care session, because fighting will make dirt and dust clog in the skin!

But MC would notice how his hands shake more than usual and how his voice cracks at the end...

BEELZEBUB

He was concerned for their safety and gently scolded them before checking for any injuries.

All the while when Lucifer was scolding them, he stood in a corner with a frown on his face. Three hours is too much.. Lucifer...

But then Belphegor came and asked the reason for the fight, and MC's reply made him stare.

A demon tried to eat them, so they fought back...

Are you okay, MC? Any injuries? Any tiredness, are you hungry-

He looks at Lucifer expectantly, wanting him to apologize, which he does softly.

The demon that dare do this won't even have a bone left...

If MC allows, he'll take them to his room to feed on some snacks, all the while apologizing.

BELPHEGOR

The downstairs commotion woke him up from his nap. Which stupid act of idiocy did his brothers do again-

But then he found out Lucifer was lecturing MC, without stopping. Beel whispered to him that MC got into a fight..

He immediately rushed forward and asked the reason for the fight. And MC's reply made his blood boil.

A lesser demon tried to eat them, and his brothers did nothing, just lecture poor MC!

Along with Satan, he's going to rip Lucifer a new one with insults and jabs, until he apologizes.

The demon that dare to do so won't live to see another day, or have nightmares for eternity.

[paradisoperdita]

When Lucifer Knew He Loved You

Here's part 7 of the series! This idea has been rattling around in my brain for a while. You have to imagine this happens just before the events of chapter 16, just for added bittersweetness. I did actually have an angsty version of this planned originally, which I still might type up if people are interested. Anywho, hope you enjoy! 💜

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: none

MC/Reader is gender neutral. You/They pronouns used.

When He Knew He Loved You Masterlist

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Love hurts.

Lucifer was no stranger to being the object of others’ idolatry and adoration. For as long as he could remember, he has been loved by nearly everybody he meets. This should make him feel proud. It doesn’t. Love always comes at a price and he’s usually the one who has to pay.

As he watched his little family grow fonder of you, he speculated whether you were blessed with that same quality. He understood why he was so universally admired; he took pride in maintaining his air of perfection. Yet you didn’t seem to possess this same level of self-awareness. Being loved, and loving in return, came as naturally to you as breathing. No matter how he endeavoured to maintain a respectable distance, you managed to pull him into your orbit.

You were the perfect student for this exchange programme. In the short time since you arrived in the Devildom, you had sparked a profound change in his brothers. It was his ardent wish that your intentions were good, rather than ill. He would test you in subtle ways, or at least more subtly than his attempt to kill you had been. Every question was a concealed trap designed to catch you out. Every tedious chore he gave you was a measure of your patience. If his brothers wanted a human master, so be it, but he alone would determine whether you were deserving of this responsibility. He was certain that you had been in the attic, but it would seem you hadn’t encountered Belphegor in his plush prison. After all, he had locked him out of sight for his own protection, and yours.

Everything he did for his family; he did out of love. Even if it pained him more deeply than it did his brothers.

The rope creaked and groaned as Mammon rocked slowly over the stairwell. Lucifer had tightened his usual bindings to ensure that Mammon would be overwhelmed by the sting of his punishment. The bindings pulled his chest taut, a dull ache throbbed throughout his entire body, just as Lucifer had intended. Mammon had failed his Alchemy exam, which in itself was not unusual. What had provoked such a violent reaction was the reason for his failure. Mammon had overslept on the morning of the exam because he had been working late night shifts at The Fall. He had been working so diligently just so that he could buy you a delicate gold ring with his own money.

Lucifer could count the number of gifts he had received from Mammon over the last 20 years on one hand. Yet he had the audacity to improve his behaviour overnight to buy a meaningless present for a mere human, after centuries of ignoring lectures from Lucifer on that very same issue. Even this discipline was not enough to extinguish the sparkling gold in Mammon’s eyes; a glow that shone brighter as he gazed upon you.

“I understand that Mammon has done something wrong, Lucifer, but can’t you at least loosen these ropes a little?” You pleaded.

“If you claim to understand why he is being punished, then you must understand why I cannot let him off lightly.” Lucifer bristled. He was still unused to being defied by you.

“But why do you need to be this harsh about it?”

“It’s simple...if I let him off lightly now, then the consequences will be much worse in the future.” He spoke forcefully, hoping that this answer would satisfy you.

“What makes you so sure?” You pressed him further. You were relentless when it came to issues concerning his brothers. You were the only one who would dare hold Lucifer to account in such a way.

There was a one-word answer that proved his point definitively: Lilith. However, he had long lost the right to utter her name. Lucifer the pride of the Celestial Realm, the seraphim, the fallen angel, her eldest brother...failed her. If he had doled out his own punishment when he first heard of her relationship, perhaps she would be here standing in your place. Maybe he had to break her heart to save her life. Although to live a life despised by his family...could he endure it? He avoided your piercing gaze and left as nonchalantly as his grieving soul would allow him.

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Lucifer refused to let history repeat itself. This proved impossible.

Unable to deny his brothers’ happiness, he bore witness to the pure love they gave you. It was uncannily similar to the innocent pleasures they revelled in prior to their fall. These scenes brought him joy and anguish in equal measure. For every caring gesture they bestowed on you, Lucifer was painfully reminded of how they used to do the same for him.

This was the price he paid to secure his family’s future.

These thoughts overtook him as he worked into the small hours of the morning. An eternity of self-restraint, the answers to the questions he silenced, allowed these repressed truths to fester and decay in his guilt-ridden brain. He would much rather remain silent than to lie to his family. His pride would only stoop so low.

As he stretched, his knuckles brushed against the tea cup on his desk. The gilding along its rim had started to fade, but the floral pattern remained in stark contrast against the translucent china. How much time has passed since you brought this in for him? He lifted the cup to his lips and sipped the stone-cold tea. It was a delicate fragrance of lavender and oat flower; you had clearly taken a lot of care to steep the herbs correctly. This intricate balance of flavours anchored him to the present moment and his thoughts turned to the weariness in his limbs. Sleep hung heavy over him.

He heaved himself to his feet to complete his final inspection of the house before getting ready for bed. The house succumbed to silence. Even Lucifer’s thoughts which were usually occupied by visions of the past or plans for the future seemed to rest in this absolute peace. He blew out the candles as he passed, until he saw a light creeping out from the drawing room.

As he peeked inside, he saw you dozing on the sofa. Your half-finished homework and opened text books surrounded you. It seemed as though you had planned to rest your eyes, only to fall asleep almost immediately. Your DDD was in your hand and your pen was tucked behind your ear.

Lucifer chuckled under his breath and knelt beside your sleeping form. Nimble fingers slid your pen out from its resting place and returned it to the table. He brushed an eyelash off of your cheek with his little finger; his fingertip hovering just above your skin so he wouldn’t wake you. He followed your shallow breaths and the gentle rhythm of your chest. What was it about you that made him feel so at ease? You made love feel easy.

Two pairs of onyx wings unfolded from his back as he used them to counterbalance whilst lifting you from the sofa. It wasn’t that you were difficult to lift, rather that Lucifer wanted to disturb you as little as possible. It didn’t work as your eyes opened blearily.

“ngh...Lucifer?”

“Hush now, I’ve got you...” He cradled your head against his chest, his heartbeat now more prominent than before. Without the rise and fall of his usual walk, Lucifer glided noiselessly to your room. His wings steadied him. He hushed, he hummed, and he murmured sweet nothings to soothe you.

He couldn't remember the last time he was able to hold somebody like this. Since the fall, his relationship with Belphie was irrevocably changed. None of his other brothers would curl up in his arms like this anymore. The thought had never bothered him before. Yet now, his very footsteps felt lighter to have you in his embrace.

As he leaned down to place you in your bed, he saw that you were still gripping onto the lapel of his waistcoat. You must have done it to pull yourself close to him as he carried you. For the first time in his life, Lucifer felt powerless. There was nothing he couldn’t do. He was the future Demon King’s right hand man, the Avatar of Pride, one of the most revered and powerful demons to have ever existed.

It was impossible for him to let you go.

If he left you now, he would lose the source of his smile. Tonight, he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. Tonight, he wanted to be close to you.

He kicked off his shoes and carefully climbed into your bed. He laid back and allowed you to settle yourself against him. You curled around him as his wings gently folded to accommodate you. One simple spell and the blankets were draped across your intertwined bodies.

He smiled as he pressed a single kiss to your forehead. Your warm breath swept along his exposed skin. He sank deeper into your pillows.

Lucifer thought he knew what it meant to be loved. He was wrong. He has never known a love that felt like this.

[nyansatan]

Brothers accidentally breaking mc's glasses. Mc says they're ok without them but they just walk into a wall ... twice trying to leave the room.

As someone who is blind as a bat without my glasses, I relate to MC's struggle here, lol. I hope you like these headcanons and thank you for requesting!

LUCIFER

He was about to clean your glasses for you when he hears a loud crash downstairs and then a string of curses from Mammon. He immediately turns into his demon form, yelling the second born's name, his fist tightening around the glasses.

The snap of the glasses bring him back to reality and he looks at the glasses in his hand. Or what's left of them.

"Ah, looks like my anger got the better of me. We'll get them replaced right away."

You honestly don't have to go withouth your glasses for more than two hours before Lucifer already has a new, identical pair ready for you.

MAMMON

He was running away from Lucifer, trying to save his ass from a long and boring lecture, so he wasn't looking where he was going. That's when he crashed into you. Your glasses fell to the floor and he rolled on top of them, breaking them in half.

"MC! Are ya hurt?"

He is more concerned about your well-being than about your glasses. Though he does get worried when he sees Lucifer approaching you two - he knows the repair fee will be taken from his wallet.

LEVIATHAN

You come to his room but he can't hear nor see you since he has his VR headset on and is absorbed in a fantasy world. The sight is quite funny honestly and you stand by the door for a few seconds, just observing his antics.

But you can here for a reason and to get his attention, you tap his shoulder and that's when it happens - he turns around too fast and accidentally bumps to you hard enough to send your glasses flying.

"M-MC! I didn't see you there. I'm sorry, let me get your glasses."

You hear him whimper when he picks up your glasses from the floor. As they collided with the floor, the lense of your glasses got damaged beyond repair.

He feels extremely bad about it, even though it was an accident and promises to get you a new pair. You have to reassure him it's okay before he stops blsming himself.

SATAN

This man needs to clean his room. Somewhere between studying in Satan's room and putting your glasses away when you took a break, you managed to lose your glasses. The two of you had been looking for your glasses feverishly since you can't possibly continue working without being able to see the text.

And you do find them - only it's when Satan steps on them. He picks up the pieces of your glasses, scratching his neck sheepishly.

''Well, looks like I found your glasses, MC. Let's take these to Solomon and see if he knows a spell to fix them for you.''

He will hold your hand as you go look for the sorcerer and refuses to let, certain that you will get lost or run into traffic or something.

ASMODEUS

He wants to try them on, as a joke, just to see if they will look as good on him as they look on you. (Of course they do.) He keeps posing and asking if you think he looks cute but you can't say because all you see is blur without the glasses.

One of the brothers - most likely Mammon - gets jealous of the moment you're having and tries to take the glasses from Asmo which leads to one of the temples snapping off.

"I didn't mean to break your glasses, MC. Come on, let's go shop for a new pair together!"

Will take you to get new glasses just as he promised, holding your hand the whole time and taking his role as a judge very seriously.

BEELZEBUB

The two of you were sitting in your room with the TV on but not really paying attention to whatever show was playing. Beel snacked on mini sausages he had brought with him.

You felt your eyes get tired from the flashing lights, so you place your glasses on the floor right next to Beel's sausage plate and rub your eyes. That was the first mistake.

Beel doesn't look where his hand goes nor what he puts in his mouth until it's too late. Even you hear the nasty sound of when he puts the glasses in his mouth and bites once, twice before he spits the pieces of the glasses out.

''This isn't sausage.''

Doesn't really feel embarrassed about it since it could happen to anyone (no it couldn't) but he does feel bad for breaking your glasses. Clumsily attempts to put the pieces back together with tape until you figure out something else.

BELPHEGOR

You and Belphegor were napping in his bed, arms and legs tangled together, holding each other closely. Too tired to get up and properly put your glasses on the table, you had set them on the bed. Nothing bad will happen, you figured.

Well, you were wrong. Belphegor tosses and turns in his sleep a lot and he manages to roll over your glasses, his weight bending them in a shape that can't be worn no longer. He realizes what has happened after he wakes up and feels slightly embarrassed about it.

''If you don't want anything to happen to your glasses, don't leave them on the bed, MC.''

Now, he knows how blind you are without your glasses, so he takes them to Lucifer immediately so they can get them replaced on the same day.

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Three}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~2.7k

Music Accompaniment (Shivering thru Wasteland)

CW:  Minor violence, jealousy, romantic rivalry, possessiveness/incel type behavior, verbal arguing, depression, negative self-talk, passive suicidal thoughts, anxiety, racing thoughts, mentions of spiking drinks. 

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

I think im gonna continue to make most of the melancholia parts a bit shorter (between 2-3k words) so I don't have to stress about writing too much when my workload is causing stress.

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog! I have added it to all parts!”

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Simeon sighed, trying to evade the royals by going up to his room. Barbatos’ scolding had continued on for what felt like hours. He honestly gave Lucifer a run for his money with how lengthy, pointless, and annoying his lectures were. It could have been summed up with “you weren’t invited to the dinner, and you aren’t allowed to see Mc.” Instead, he had the butler on his heel scolding him for every wrong step since Mc and Lucifer had left for their trip. The lecturing paused for a moment when Barbatos left in a huff to deconstruct the room reserved tonight for the newly engaged couple, only to come back twice as angry after seeing the demolished wreath and wrapped up card on the floor- already knowing the act was clearly Simeon's doing. 

“Simeon, are you even listening to me?” Barbatos snapped, at his wits end with his behavior. He couldn’t believe the sheer audacity he had in his actions tonight...and for the past few weeks, for that matter.

“Heard every word, unfortunately.” He sneered back over his shoulder. “If I wanted my every action criticized, I would have just stayed in the Celestial Realm.” 

“You think this is just a mere critique of a few minor missteps? You caused them so much unnecessary trauma- this is much more of an issue than you think!”

Simeon scoffed, turning to open his bedroom door. “Whatever.” 

“Haven’t you any shame for-” 

“Haven’t you any shame?” Simeon echoed in a high-pitch mocking tone, before attempting to slam the door in Barbatos’ face. 

Barbatos felt his neck heat up under his collar, the anger really getting to him. Try as he might, he was no longer able to contain the frustration he had for the former angel. He stopped the door from slamming with his foot, not even feeling any sort of pain when the wood pinned his foot against the frame with how furious he was. He slammed the door back open, sending Simeon stumbling backwards. 

“Hey! What’s the big ide-AH” Simeon yelped as Barbatos lifted him by the neck and slammed his body into the wall. His eyes were cold and emotionless, but the flicking of his tail showed he was well beyond pissed. Simeon gulped, trying to swallow back his fear against the hold on his neck. Barbatos rarely, if ever, lashed out like this, so he must have really fucked up this time.

“I’ve had just about all I can take of your insolence, Simeon.” He stated flatly, staring intently into the former angel's deep blue irises. “The sheer amount of disrespect you have shown the young master and myself, as well as Lucifer and Mc, has been completely inexcusable. If you will not listen to reason, perhaps there is another way I can drill the consequences of your behavior into your head.” 

Simeon felt Barbatos’ hands squeeze ever-so-slightly tighter around his throat, causing his breaths to falter. Barbatos stood, unmoving, watching the angel gasp for more air. He considered his options, trying to decide whether or not he would give into his urges to give Simeon a piece of his mind through physical violence. 

“What? no come back this time?” Barbatos hissed, residing himself to dropping Simeon to the floor. 

Simeon gasped, finally feeling the crisp evening air fill his lungs to their full capacity. Barbatos let out a tsk, before turning to exit his room. On his way out, the butler turned back to him. “I expect you awake tomorrow morning at 7:30am sharp. You will be packing your things and returning to Purgatory Hall.” 

Simeon’s eyes widened, anxiety beginning to ripple through his body. “Wh...what?”

“I have no intention on repeating myself.” Barbatos paused, glancing down to the floor. “If you have no intention on following the basic rules we have set for you, then you will no longer be allotted the security of the royal castle as you adjust to Devildom.” 

“No! You can’t!” Simeon blurted out in a panic, scrambling to his feet and stumbling toward where Barbatos stood. “You can’t just toss me out like that!” 

Barbatos whipped around to face him, leaning into the former angels face with eyes of pure disdain. His voice came out as a nefariously soft hiss. “You are in no position to tell me, nor the young master, what we can or cannot do. We gave you enough grace as it is- and to have you demand more is an insult to the royal name. You had your chance to live peacefully, and you decided not to. The choice you made has sealed your fate here, Simeon. I suggest you let that marinate in that thick skull of yours.” 

Without another word, he spun on his heel and paced quickly down the hall, a few little Ds joining his stride the further down the hall he walked. He disappeared down the stairs, leaving Simeon alone with his thoughts.

Simeon stood frozen, the events that had transpired throughout the day racing through his head. His heart thrummed aggressively against his chest as he tried to process the whole of it, finding himself sinking deeper into a hole the more he thought about it. He sunk in on himself, slowly leaning his back against the door and sliding down to the ground. His weeping was more reserved, only now realizing how much he really did mess up. Not only did he lose Mc, he had lost Luke, Michael, the other angels, the brothers, and now the royals. The only ally that stood in his corner was Solomon, and even thenhe was sure his loyalty was limited.

...And perhaps he was to blame for all of it.

How pitiful he must look, crying into is arms at gravity of his own stupid mistakes. But he truly believed he was more than deserving of this heartache.

It would be better if you were dead. 

The thought came to the forefront of his mind, and he found himself fixating on it for a moment. At first, he tried to challenge it- to tell himself that the thought meant nothing...but after he continued to hear the words repeat themselves tens of times over in his head, he began to believe them. 

Maybe it would be better. 

Simeon sighed, tears slipping down his cheeks in waves- wiped away, only to be replenished anew. Why did the royals even bother to save him from the grips of death after he had fallen? It would have made everyone's lives easier if he would have perished...or at least, thats what he convinced himself. He held himself in as tight of a grip as he could muster, knowing this was the only support he had. 

He longed to be held by Mc, with whispered reassurance that things would be okay while he rested his head on theirs. Or to be sat down for a dozen, extravagant, freshly-baked cupcakes and a warm cup of tea with Luke, chatting away about weekend plans. Or to be able to go home to his other angel brothers, having them all greet him with hugs and pecks on the cheek, giving him a warm reminder of that familial bond they once shared. But he had none of it, and all he could do was think about how empty he felt without those things.

But...perhaps it would be better off this way. if he was alone, he couldn't hurt the ones he cared about.

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“Mc, are you feeling alright?” Lucifer took your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to look you over. Your eyes were sunken and your skin was a bit clammy, making him worry you were falling ill. “You appear abit feverish.”

You push his hand away gently, turning away and trying to reassure him, hiding the discomfort that had been festering for the entire 4-hour ride in the car. “I’m fine. It's just...uh- It was just a long ride here...and I’m tired.” 

Lucifer looks unconvinced as he finishes setting the travel bags down in the entry way to the small beach hut. He rests his arms around your hips, staring deeply into your eyes. “It does you no good being dishonest, Mc. You know I can see right through you.” 

With a resided sigh, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed and turn your gaze downcast. Lucifer sits beside you, taking your hands delicately in his. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles for a moment, savoring their smoothness. After a moment, you decide to speak.

“I am just...really conflicted.” You sigh once more, briefly looking up into his shimmering ruby eyes. “Seeing Simeon was just so...sudden. Why didn’t you tell me he was here? That he was alive?” 

Lucifer visibly tensed at your question. “I...I didn’t realize he was living freely with the royals. I thought Simeon was living in a separate area of Devildom. Though, I suppose it’s my own fault that I didn’t know. The minute they brought him up I demanded they not speak his name to me after all he’s done.” 

"I get that...but..." you bite your lip, turning your gaze away. "I was really worried about him...about everything. You shouldn't have hid that from me."

Lucifer sighs, squeezing your hands tighter. "I know...I know. However, I didn't want you getting near him if you knew he was here, after everything that has happened."

You nod, pausing a moment to chew on his words. “I know you’re upset with him-”

“That truly is an understatement, Mc.” Lucifer flashes you a irritated look.

“...okay...yes. You're more than upset. But...” You trail off, not knowing what to say to him about how you felt. You wanted to clear the air and set boundaries with Simeon now that you know he’s alive, and you believed you could resume your friendship...Though, you also know that Lucifer would be hard to convince given all that has transpired.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in anticipation of what you were about to say. “But..?”

You suck in a deep breath. “Avoiding him wont make any of this go away. Despite everything, he’s still my friend, and I care about him. I know you don’t want to hear me say that, but it’s true. I want a chance to talk with him about everything and get some closure. He's not a bad person, he just-” 

Lucifer sighed loudly in frustration, interrupting the rest of your thought. He dropped your hands and got up to pace around the room, trying to calm the anger and hurt brewing in his heart. “Mc...why? Why do you insist on trying to stay friends with someone who merely sees you as a prize to be won and not an autonomous individual? What about this situation do you not understand?!”

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying not to burst into tears in the terse tone Lucifer was taking with you. He always tried so hard to be gentle, and it was clear this was striking a huge nerve within him. You thought maybe he was jealous at how Simeon acted around you, and that he very clearly had a crush on you. As you continue to ponder the thought more as he snaps back at you, it becomes more plausible. 

He turns on his heel, staring down at you with stern eyes. The words came out loud and intense, and he waved his hands around as he spoke, causing you to flinch. “Were the intentions not apparent in his behavior tonight!? This was no modest attempt at rekindling friendship- it was all in an attempt to swoon you! He’s just trying to seduce you to win over your affection- to ruin our relationship- and it pains me to see you so oblivious to his ruse! Open your God dammed eyes, Mc!” 

He eyes you for a moment as he takes a minute to breathe. As he notices your timid demeanor, he begins to regret the way in which he spoke to you. He ran a hand though his hair in frustration, trying to figure out what to say next.

Your voice was meek as you finally gave your response. “Luci...are you afraid that he’ll somehow steal my love from you..?” 

Lucifer freezes, his eyes widening slightly at your words. As you look up at him, he turns away, his cheeks reddened with shame. “No! ...Well, not really...I mean-” 

As he stumbles over his response, you begin to feel a deep gnawing pain in your heart. You begin to question if his upset was only in envy, and he feared that you would cheat on him. 

Did he really have that little confidence in your relationship- even after proposing? 

Your voice begins to shake and you look away, the sadness you felt finally coming right through. “D-Do you not trust me?” 

Lucifer snapped his gaze over to you. His chest ached at the way the words squeaked past your lips in such a depressingly defeated tone. As the tears begin to slip past your eyelids, he rushes toward you. He hated being the cause of your sorrow, and cursed himself for not being able to watch his temper. He drops to one knee before your body, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

Lucifer didn’t want to admit that part of his frustration with Simeon was fear that you would fall for the former angel instead, even though you had never given Lucifer any indication you would ever stray from his love. And even if you were to make that decision, he knew it wouldn’t be right to stop you. You were an adult- a competent one at that- and you had a right to make your own decisions.

But...a bigger part of his fear was that Simeon would do something so stupidly desperate, like giving you an aphrodisiac without your knowledge or taking you from him by force, and causing you more hurt in the long run. He didn’t want him to have the opportunity to hurt you, and the idea of him being alone with you to 'talk' sent eaves of alarm through his body. Lucifer sighs, squeezing you a bit tighter and brushing his hand over your upper back gently.  

“Mc...it’s not that I don’t trust you.” He murmurs into your hair before pulling away to look into your eyes. “It’s that I don’t trust him.” 

You look at him quizzically as you wipe the tears from your cheeks. You didn't quite understanding what he meant. 

Lucifer sighs, residing himself to swallowing his pride to give you a better explanation. “I fear that he may hurt you, or try to force your hand in leaving me. I do trust you- more than anyone in the three realms. I would not have given you control over me with our pact if I didn’t. Nor would I have been so vulnerable in offering you my heart. But I...I...” 

Lucifer trails off, feeling his own chest tightening when the memory of the night of the ball floods back into his mind. Simeon was so volatile, so violent...even towards you. The image of your body being thrown back aggressively into the pillar flashes in front of his mind, and he remembers the fear in his heart as you slowly blinked out of your daze. For a moment, he had been afraid Simeon had killed you, and he had no idea what he would have done with himself if that were to have happened. 

You squeeze his back, feeling your heart wracked with guilt at even assuming Lucifer didn’t value you or your relationship enough to wholly trust rely on your devotion to him. 

He nuzzles into your hair and squeezes you back in response. his voice was barely audible, so much so that you almost thought you imagined it. “I don’t want to ever fear having to lose you again, Mc. It’s happened too much for one lifetime.” 

You both stay locked in an embrace for awhile as the artificial sun sets outside the large Bay windows. The wind creates a soft howl, enveloping you in the familiar sense of a cool summer night. the conversation definitely wasn't over, but for now, you would put it to rest.