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Borrowing Their Clothes | Obey Me! Brothers

A/N: I have some writing done of this for the side cast, but it's not finished and I wanted to put something out. This is several months old and I think edited, but no promises lol written in second person, no mention of gender.

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Lucifer honestly, didn't even notice that you had swiped something from his closet until he saw you in it. It was late at night and Lucifer, still ever working, decided to stop by the kitchen for another cup of coffee. When he saw the light already on, he had assumed it was Beel getting a head start on his midnight snacking. He was surprised to see you, getting yourself a glass of water when he turned the corner. He was even more surprised (and a bit flustered) to see that your choice of sleepwear is a too-big black dress shirt and matching underwear- wait a minute. 

You can see the gears turning in his head as he slowly (either from the late hour or being flustered or both) figures out that it's one of his dress shirts you're wearing. You have to bite the inside of your check to resist snickering as he simply stands there, looking dumbfounded. Does he chide you for taking something of his? Does he fuck you? Does he say anything at all?

Mammon is the type of person who never remembers what stuff he has or where it is until he suddenly remembers and wants to wear it. Thus he's angrily digging through his closet for this one grey long-sleeved shirt. He could've sworn that he still had it and that it was here, with all the other shirts he had barely worn. Did Asmo comb through his closet again and take stuff? After almost ten minutes of angry searching, Mammon decides to hell with it - he'll just sulk all day, it's fine. He makes his way to the music room - maybe watching some TV will make him feel better. That's when he notices you, already watching TV, wearing that same exact grey long-sleeve shirt with black leggings.

"Oi!" he snaps at you, drawing your attention to him, "That's my shirt. Where'd ya get it?!"

You tilt your head at him slightly, "Your closet?"

"And what makes you think you can just root around in the Great Mammon's closet without permission, huh?"

You shrug, "You weren't wearing it."

"So?!" He gives his dumbfounded look as if he can't believe your logic.

"Well if you want it back that bad, you can come take it off me."

Levi keeps careful track of all his anime and fandom hoodies (they are one of his top three favorite merch items after all). So one could imagine his panic at the realization that he's missing one. At first, Levi hopes that he just forgot to hang it in its proper spot. But after going through every single one, the anger of the realization that it’s actually gone sets in. Did Mammon take it and sell it? He better not have or not even Lucifer will be able to help him! He storms out of his room, his demon form standing out from the other seeming humans in the house.

"MMAAMMOONN!"

"He already left for the casino," the voice that makes him pause is yours. You look up from the sitting room couch setting your book and mug down, "What happened this time?"

"That bastard took one of my hoodies and probably sold it —" he stops mid-sentence as you stand up, wearing the very same hoodie he's been looking for, "Where did you get that?"

"Huh?" You look down at yourself, "Oh this ended up in my laundry basket. It's cute so I figured I'd wear it, but I don't know who’s...it's yours, isn't it?"

A blush starts to creep onto his face as he nods and bites at the back of his hand to stop from squealing: you look so cute in it.

Satan is used to having his clothes "borrowed" by Asmo. He's used to walking into his room and seeing Asmo going through his closet to find something to finish his outfit or to peruse the fourth born’s shocking amount of sweaters. What Satan is not used to is walking into his room and seeing you trying on a thick, oversized, woolen sweater. He stands at the entrance of his room, watching as you hum thoughtfully to yourself as you twist back and forth in his full length mirror. He holds his breath, you haven't noticed him, nor did you hear him come in, and he doesn't want to startle you. He watches on in silence, a soft smile warming his face as he takes in just how cute you look. Maybe he'll let you keep it.

Asmo has no problem sharing clothes. Any kind, any style, he has at least five options for you. Mini skirts? Check? Ripped denim jeans? What wash would you like, darling? Honestly, it feels like half your closet is his closet - he doesn't have any problem just giving you his clothes. Asmo often buys clothing that he knows that both of you would like just so you two can share. You also find yourself sharing or even wearing clothes from Satan and Solomon, and even Mammon sometimes (huh who knew Mammon owned long-sleeved shirts?)

Beel will absolutely hand you his jacket because you mention that you're a little chilly and then completely forget that he did. He frowns a little as he looks around his room, confused as to where it's gone. Belphie didn't borrow it and isn't using it as a blanket...so did Asmo take it? But why would he? Asmo said that his jacket "wasn't quite his style" so where did it end up? Perhaps he left out in one of the common spaces? Beel hunts through each room before finding you in the planetarium, sitting on the floor, looking up, and wearing his coat. He snickers quietly - it's far too big for you; it swallows you up so that only your head pokes out. He rests against the doorframe, watching you watch the stars. He'll let you wear it for a moment longer.

Belphie is a little miffed when his daily sweater goes missing. It's not the first time something like this has happened - laundry occasionally gets swapped around in the house, but he could've sworn that he had gotten his sweater back this past laundry day. Maybe he left it in the attic? One tiring climb up the stairs and search around the attic later, Belphies sighs and pulls out his phone.

[House of Lamentation]

"Hey has anyone seen my sweater? I can't find it anywhere." -Belphie

"Did you check the laundry room?" - Lucifer

"Yeah, it's not there. Checked the attic too." -Belphie

"Actually you left it in my room the other day." -MC

"Oh. I'll come get it." [Thanks sticker] -Belphie

It's only a few minutes before Belphie knocks on your door. He blushes once you open your door, surprised to find you swearing his sweater.

"Thought I'd keep it warm for you," you tease.

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Past kid Solomon Art

Here's your silly sorcerer before he became a silly sorcerer.

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Obey Me Blog 1

(A blog made by mc while in the devildom)

MC: Soooo first day in the devildom after being kidnapped brought for the exchange program.

Biggest thing I noticed was the fact I don't have to pay rent or bills or grocery bills which is a plus. And my room is bigger than my studio apartment.

I just wonder why everything is free?

Update: It's cause I'm the babysitter of 6 idiots.

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Mammon: Who yah calling an idiot?!

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ASK BLOG FOR LUCIFER IS UP GANG

GO WIILLLLDDDDD.

(please do actually you aren't annoying im bored and have nothing else to do)

blog: @lucifer-ofpride

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Series

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• Satan

• Asmodeus

• Beelzebub

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Eye of the Storm | Leviathan (Obey Me)

summary : ever since your arrival in the Devildom, quiet moments have been few and far between. everybody seems to be going and doing constantly, and they didn’t really leave you with much time to unwind. Levi was the exception.

warnings : none (:

leviathan x mc - gn (no pronouns)

note : im not crazy proud of this one but whatever works !

You had grown to appreciate days like this. With everyone else, it always seemed like you had to be doing something. You had to go out to eat, or you had to go along to the store, or you had to try this new perfume. It was growing increasingly rare for you to find time to just sit and be.

That’s why you never minded when Levi invited you over, but didn’t offer you a turn to play whatever game he was enthralled in. He was a creature of habit, and certainly wasn’t going to change his gaming routine for you, regardless of how much he desired your company. That might have bothered you at first, but you quickly realized that relaxing in Levi’s bed while he sat up next to you, eyes focused on his tv screen, was exactly the break you needed from your constant running around.

It had been a huge step up when he finally let you sit in his bed with him, and then it was an even bigger step when he began cuddling up to you, his legs crossed over yours without even realizing it. He liked how perfectly you fit into his space, and how content you seemed to be just laying in his company. He would never understand how it was possible for you to enjoy someone like him, but he would never turn his nose up at your affection.

This particular time, you brought something for yourself while Levi attempted to complete the true ending of a new visual novel that had just dropped. You stretched your legs out in front of you as you slouched back against the wall of his bed, your nose buried in a book you had borrowed from Satan. You were vaguely aware every time Levi swore at himself for choosing a wrong answer, but his little outbursts didn’t faze you very much anymore.

You had made a few chapters of progress when Levi let out a more significant groan of annoyance that managed to fully catch your attention. When you glanced up at him over the top of your book, he was pausing his game and casting his controller aside in annoyance. You waited for a moment to see if he was going to immediately pick it back up and try again, as he did often.

When he didn’t seem to intend on doing anything other than sitting and pouting, you closed your book. Sensing your movement, Levi glanced sheepishly over at you. For a moment, he almost forgot you were there, and now he was embarrassed that he had made such a scene.

While you could clearly sense his embarrassment, you didn’t let on like you had. Instead, you asked, “Oh, are you taking a break?”

He blinked a few times, apparently surprised at you acting as though you hadn’t seen his burst of outrage. He brought the back of his sleeve to wipe habitually across the bottom of his face, before dropping his hands back to his lap. He planned on answering, but all he managed was a nod.

You smiled. “Cool,” you announced, before tossing your book onto the floor a little ways away. His expression shifted with confusion, and you decided to abandon your coy act. You lazily extended your arms in an invitation for him to come closer. “Will you come here?” you asked sweetly.

His face was so red you thought he might have burst a blood vessel, and he hesitated to collect himself before moving closer to you. You waited patiently as he anxiously planned out his movements, and then did his best to discreetly get comfortable against you. He had to adjust a time or two before he forced himself to stay still.

Eventually, he found a comfortable spot with his head resting against the plane of your stomach, his arm thrown loosely across your waist. His fingers danced delicately across an exposed stretch of your skin. He still touched you like you were made of glass, as though one move too far would cause this delicate bond you shared to shatter.

When your fingers began to comb through his hair, he became more sure of himself, holding you tighter as he drew circles against your skin. You felt all the lingering frustration leave his body as he melted against you. With a small smile, you asked, “Feel better?”

Unfazed by the realization that you had known he was in a bad mood all along, Levi sighed a small, “Mhm” in response. His breath was warm against your skin as he quietly spoke. “I like it when you’re here,” he murmured, hardly above a whisper.

Your heart might have exploded right then and there. You managed to keep it together, fighting the sudden urge to pull him into your arms and never let go. “I like being here,” you eventually replied.

He jumped a little at your words, apparently not expecting you to say anything at all, much less return his affection. He raised his head from your stomach, propping himself up with one hand. The other lingered shyly near the underside of your knee, his fingers flirting with the idea of resting against your thigh.

For a moment, you thought he might actually kiss you, but then his lips parted in a frown, and you knew what was coming before he even said it. “I hate when you do that,” he was muttering, his hand abandoning its pursuit up your leg as he shied away from you. “You always do things like this, and give me this stupid hope that someone like you could actually like a shut-in like me,” he grumbled.

Usually, you’d take a softer approach to this sort of outburst. His self-depreciation was something you unfortunately had to grow accustomed to, as his lack of confidence and cardinal sin did not play nicely together. This time, however, you lacked the patience to talk him down.

Moving gently, so as to not actually scare him away, you placed your fingers beneath his chin and tilted his head closer to yours. You paused for a moment to decide your next move, but your thoughts were quickly derailed by the wide orange eyes that were silently begging you to prove them wrong. All of a sudden, you knew that words could wait. You moved your hand from Levi’s jaw to the nape of his neck, eagerly pulling his lips to yours.

Though he had been anticipating it, he completely froze for the few seconds that you kissed him, until your thumb brushed against the base of his jawline and brought him back to reality. You felt his hand shyly return to your leg as he took control over the kiss, and then it wasn’t long before it had moved to your waist. His fingers buried themselves in your side, the fabric of your shorts bunching up at your waistline as he pulled your body flush against his.

You smiled against his lips when his nose clumsily bumped against yours, and when his grip on your side promptly loosened out of embarrassment, you moved your hand over his. With your palm pressed against the back of his hand, you laced your fingers with his. You could tell your silent encouragement was well-received by the quiet groan in the back of his throat.

When you released his hand and broke away from his lips, his head immediately fell to your shoulder. He rested his face against your neck as his arms coiled around you, holding you close. Your fingers once more returned to his hair, and as you pulled at a small knot, you mused, “I do like you, Levi.”

Levi didn’t say anything in response, instead opting to hold you tighter out of fear of saying the wrong thing. You didn’t mind his quietness. How he felt was obvious from the way he held you, and his hesitance to let you go.

You didn’t think he’d believe you if you told him how much peace being with him brought you. Every day since your arrival in the Devildom had been a new storm of events and chaos. Between keeping up with everyone and keeping up with your schoolwork, you didn’t get breaks very often. Moments with Levi (excluding that time he tried to kill you) had become the only time you spent in the eye of the storm.

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[armin-supremacy]

You look like you drink white Gatorade and smell like a bag of nickels, BITCH.

jokes on you bitch

I don't even like Gatorade 😤

[lucisbignaturals]

~hallo!!~

welcome in, take a seat! we have big soft beanbag chairs, an endless supply of little treats, and even a little cat to wander around! <3

you can call me emory/emi! i'm a part of a polyfragmented DID system, and specifically an introject of the MC from Obey Me! i wanted to try my hand at properly involving myself in the tumblr side of the fandom, maybe even write out some little things and take some requests, so i've made this sideblog just for that <3 i'm also hoping to try and make some friends in the fandom 👉👈

i will NOT write anything explicitly NSFW, but i will likely still be including more adult content (drinking/recreational drug usage/possible suggestive things), so i highly recommend avoiding my blog if you are a minor. otherwise, this blog will probably consist mostly of reblogs and little ramblings!

we are bodily 21 years old, and i use primarily they/them pronouns (though any are alright, even neos!) if you have any questions, or even a prompt request, feel free to send an ask!! <3

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Obey Me! Beach Day Headcanons

a/n: oops I fell off the face of the earth. I'm slowly working on stuff, trying to clean what shit I had started, before I work on other stuff, but here's a little something that I threw together. *this is mostly unedited so apologizes

Prompt: what each cast member does during a day trip to Diavolo's beach.

Lucifer - reclines on a sun-lounger in the shade with a tropical (alcoholic) drink and either reads, or sleeps. He was told to relax so he is - and he's not responsible for anything his brothers do, nor will he fix any problems that they inevitably cause.

Mammon - goes swimming and does a little bit of diving. Often gets roped into doing something on the beach - such as building sand castles, burying people, or some sport - or helping Asmo take photos.

Levi - either buries himself in the sand or goes swimming. If he decides to be buried, he's going to take a long nap - making up for all his lost sleep from late gaming nights and early mornings for conventions. If he's swimming, he's probably trying to spook people (mainly Mammon) by pulling at their legs.

Satan - likes to look for tide pools and see if he can't name everything in them, or he walks the shore line during low tide to see what turns up. He also tends to be the one asked to identify any weird creature anyone else finds. If he's not poking around tide pools, he's reading in the shade with a nice, easy drink.

Asmo - takes pictures. He takes pictures of everything - himself, his brothers outfits, food, drinks, the environment, you name it, he's probably already taken a photo of it. When he's forced to put the camera down, Asmo enjoys building sand castles or sitting on the shore line and letting the waves gently wash up against him.

Beel - does a bit of everything, almost. Tags along for swimming, and him and Belphie often accompany Satan on his walks to the tide pools. Beel also enjoys helping Asmo build sand castles and doesn't mind simply relaxing in the shade either. He's the one who offers to take care of Luke so Simeon can finally go drink relax.

Belphie - just sleep. Picks a nice shady hammock not far from where everyone is and just passes out. Though he is willing to be woken up for a poke around tide pools and the shoreline at low tide.

Diavolo - is very much like Beel, and does a bit of everything, though he does prefer activities involving water. Probably accidentally start a water fight, and then while he's dripping wet, go hug Lucifer who protests immensely because he didn't want to get wet at all.

Barbatos - stays exclusively in the shade. While he might be an aquatic demon, Barbatos is more used to the icy black depths of almost arctic water than warm tropical water. Man is sweating and counting down the minutes till they go home (there's still 5 hours to go). Despite being in the shade and wearing (and reapplying) the most sunscreen ends up being incredibly tan or sunburnt afterwards.

Simeon - supervises Luke for the most part. Helps him build sand castles, and holds his hand when the big waves come to the shore while they're walking. Picks up a few shells for Luke too , and when someone else (Beel) offers to take care of Luke so Simeon can relax a bit, he drinks almost as much liquor as Lucifer does.

Luke - is so excited that he doesn't even care if he's showing it. Tries everything minus actually swimming in the ocean (everyone agreed that that activity was probably a little too much and too dangerous for Luke). Even lets himself be buried in the sand. Ends up a little tan and maybe with a light sun burn, but can't wait to go again.

Solomon -ends up also in the shade, probably next to Barbatos so that they can be grumpy together. Didn't even bring anything to do because he knows he's going to sweat too much to really tinker on anything. Futility applies sunscreen knowing damn well he's going to walk away sunburnt regardless.

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Happy Halloween!

Look at that, bonding.

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

Mammon is the type of boyfriend who…feels things very strongly so when he fall in love with you he falls HARD.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend to watch every little thing you do. Even in a crowded room all he sees is you.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend who loves making you laugh. Even if it’s because he did something stupid, seeing your smile and the way your whole face lights up makes it worth it!!!

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that can be possessive and protective. Definitely the type to walk up and ask “hey treasure, who’s this?” when he sees you talking to someone he doesn’t know.

Mammon is a very touchy boyfriend. Especially in public, holding hands, or a hand around your waist, even a hand on your ass when he’s feelings extra possessive.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that tells you to embrace your dark side and flaws rather than trying to “fix” you. You’re already perfect in his eyes.

[l3viat8an]

MC:*Limping out of Levi's room* Ouch…

Asmo: Oh-ho~ and just what were you two doing in there?

MC: Not what you think!

Levi:*Walking out of his room, looking down at his D.D.D.* Hey MC, look! I found another position we can try!!

Asmo:*winks at MC* Right….it's totally not what I was thinking~

MC: Jojo poses…

Asmo…what?

Levi: MC and I have been trying Jojo poses!!!

Asmo…….oh..

[professional-demon-master]

Hi, thanks for checking in. I’m still a piece of garbage

Hey! I’m Bean, I’m 21 years old, I’m Mexican, I love frogs and I really like writing. I haven’t done it “professionally” in years haha, but I was really excited to start this blog.

I will write for different fandoms since I belong to a lot of them lol. Please feel free to leave suggestions and ideas! I might take my time since I have other things going on irl but I will eventually get to them, I promise.

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Pastry Possibilities | Barbatos (Obey Me)

Summary - After months of living in the Devildom, there were some things that you just accepted as a part of life, such as it being impossible to steal a moment of the royal butler's time.

Notes - First time I've ever written anything for this fandom. I don't have any idea why Barbatos is who came to mind first, but whatever works.

Warnings - N/A

Pronouns - GN (no pronouns used at all)

It didn’t take long at all for you to understand the unspoken routines of the Devildom. There were some things you just simply didn’t ask about, like Satan’s opinion on Lucifer, or that time that Levi summoned Lotan. And then there were some things that everybody simply just accepted as parts of life; no matter how seemingly unfair or odd to you they were.

Honestly, the longer you stayed there, the more that those kinds of things began to arise. You had to grown into understanding Lucifer and Satan’s relationship, just as it took time for you to understand why Mammon chose only to be a decent person when it came to you or his younger brothers. But there were also things that were quite apparent to you from day one, like the fact that it was eternally night, or Barbatos’s unwavering devotion to Lord Diavolo.

The latter, of course, made the most sense out of any of them. When you were introduced to the teal-haired demon, Lord Diavolo seemed to almost make a point to add his title of “butler.” Though you felt it to be a bit condescending, Barbatos had seemed to take pride in his position at the young lord’s side. To each their own, you supposed.

However, as your stay in the Devildom extended, this simple fact of existence seemed to bother you more and more. Something about the butler had caught your intrigue, and though you couldn’t quite figure out what it was, it created an ache in the pit of your stomach.

You knew everyone else. You knew what made the brothers tick, just as you knew what Luke and Simeon’s favorite desserts were. Hell, you had even come to know Lord Diavolo himself quite well, thanks to a desperate need for a breath of fresh air during the exchange retreat, and his willingness to accompany you.

There had been virtually no opportunities to really converse with Barbatos. In the few that there were, Diavolo was always present —and if he wasn’t, Mammon was. You learned very quickly that if you wanted a chance to actually talk to the butler, you’d have to create the situation yourself.

That was when you decided to pick baking back up as a hobby. You were quite familiar with a collection of human-world pastry recipes, but it had admittedly been a few years before you spent much time in front of an oven. Partially out of fear of embarrassing yourself in front of the brothers (though mostly due to a desire for peace and quiet), you asked Simeon if they would mind sharing the Purgatory Hall kitchen with you.

“Of course not! You know you’re more than welcome at Purgatory Hall for any reason,” Simeon said, a bright smile on his face.

You returned his smile in full. “Thank you,” you beamed gratefully. “I know this sounds silly, but it’s been a while since I’ve tried to bake anything. If anyone is going to have to tell me that my cookies taste like ass, I’d prefer it be you.”

Simeon laughed, “Well, I’ve never known you to be bad at anything, so I’m sure they’ll be quite fine. I do have to ask though, is there a reason why you’re deciding to pick an apron up all of a sudden?”

Though you knew there was quite literally no way Simeon could REALLY know your intentions, the mischievous glint in his eye made you shift your feet. He always seemed to know when you had some kind of plot, regardless of how hard you tried to disguise it. You had been foolish to think that this time would be any different.

“Oh, nothing in particular,” you lied seamlessly, hoping that Simeon didn’t catch the way you wiped your sweaty palm on the bottom of your RAD uniform jacket. You thought up a new line of reasoning as quickly as possible. “I just feel like my entire personality down here has revolved around Lucifer and his brothers. I miss doing things just for myself.”

Your heart panged at your own words as you realized how true they were. Though a conscious awakening wasn’t exactly what you was going for, it apparently placated Simeon’s curiosities, as he tapped his chin and nodded thoughtfully along with your words. “Well, that’s certainly understandable. I’ll say again, any time you need somewhere to go, you’re welcome at Putgatory Hall.”

You thanked him again before giving your friend a tight hug and announcing you’d stop by a little while after school. Simeon simply nodded and agreed to your plans before the two of you parted ways.

You turned away from Simeon and nearly right into Lucifer, who was eyeing you with suspicious curiosity. You jumped a bit at the sight of him, before letting out a small sigh. “Geez, Lucifer, haven’t you learned in the hundreds of years you’ve been alive not to sneak up on people like that?”

“I was simply standing here,” he noted stoically. “You were just in a hurry and didn’t watch where you were going.”

You felt your face burn under his gaze. Maybe he had a point. Breathing another sigh, you apologized, “Okay, I’m sorry. I just realized I had been talking to Simeon for longer than I anticipated, and I didn’t want to be late to class.”

Lucifer drew out a short, disbelieving, “I see,” before an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. When it became painfully clear that you didn’t know what he was expecting of you, he asked, “I presumed you and Simeon were making plans of some sort?”

“Oh!” you said in surprise, having been expecting some sort of reprimand, as Lucifer seemed to love handing those out when they weren’t warranted. “Well, I suppose. I asked if I could bake cookies at Purgatory Hall later tonight.”

One of Lucifer’s eyebrows rose. “Is there a reason you can’t use the House of Lamentation’s kitchen?” he asked, somewhat offended.

You quickly shook your head. “Of course not! I just figured I could use Luke and Simeon’s help. It’s been a while since I baked anything.”

Lucifer didn’t appear convinced, though you supposed his expression always carried some sort of suspicion, but he didn’t press you any further. Instead, he said, “You’d be better off asking Barbatos for help.”

A lump formed in your throat. You wanted to tell him he was an idiot, and ask him how exactly he thought you would be able to simply steal Barbatos’ attention from Diavolo. However, the last thing you needed to do was actually give Lucifer a reason to punish you, so you simply waved a passive hand. “Oh, he’s too busy for that.”

Lucifer shrugged, though apparently seemed to agree with what you said. “In that case, if your cookies turn out to be palatable, you should take some to the castle. I’m sure Diavolo would appreciate you sharing human culture with him, and Barbatos might be able to offer you feedback.”

You had to fight to keep yourself from bouncing on your feet, a sudden anxious rush running through you. You jumped at the opportunity your friend – used loosely – laid in front of you. “That’s a nice idea, thank you. Would you do me a favor, then, and tell Diavolo about it the next to you see him? That way a visit wouldn’t be completely unexpected.”

Your thoughtfulness seemed to impress Lucifer, who allowed his lips to quirk into the faintest of smiles. Just as quickly as it had come, the expression disappeared. The demon gave a curt nod, “I’ll let them know.“

Though you felt the conversation had ended, Lucifer lingered in front of you. You then realized the one thing you had forgotten to cover. “And of course I’ll bring some back to the house for you guys,” you promised.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, acting as if he hadn’t been waiting all this time for you to confirm exactly that. “I would expect you to bring some to me, at least, considering we’ve had this conversation. Thought I don’t think Beel would forgive you if he found out you didn’t save any for him,” he teased.

All of a sudden your little cookie experiment was turning into a bake sale, but you couldn’t do much other than nod and escape from the hallway. Once you reached your next class, you retrieved your D.D.D from your bag to text Luke about the situation. Your tension eased when he responded enthusiastically, saying he would help however you needed him to, and that he couldn’t wait to hang out with you.

Tossing your device back into your bag, you relaxed in your seat and decided to be optimistic. Lucifer and Simeon both had been more helpful than you anticipated. While part of you almost wanted to thank them, you thought you might die of embarrassment if anyone found out how desperately you were trying to retrieve Barbatos’ attention.

You still hadn’t figured out what it was that drew you to him. You were half-convinced that it was simply the mystery of it all – that you just couldn’t stand not knowing everything. However, the more you felt butterflies arise at the thought of the demon butler, the more you lost faith in your innocent act.

You were drawn to Barbatos the same way that everyone else seemed to be drawn to you. And while quite literally anyone else would have been an easier route for your heart to take, you had begun noticing your brain circling back to him.

You genuinely hoped that once you got a chance to see a bit of his true character, that sensation would fade. Maybe then you could actually get on with your life.

x

“There we go!” You declared with a slight wince as you tossed the last pan of cookies onto the kitchen counter. Simeon and Luke, who were each sitting at the kitchen table, munching on cookies from your first batch, gave you a small round of applause at hearing you were finally done, 7 trays later.

Luke smiled happily from around his cookie, crumbs falling from the corner of his mouth. “These are really good MC! You didn’t need our help at all,” he said happily.

Simeon nodded at his sentiment. “You’re very right Luke. Though I’m definitely not complaining about getting first dibs over Beel.”

You felt your cheeks redden at their compliments. Dipping your chin to focus on removing the cookies from the tray to a plate, you responded to their praise, “Well, I’m glad that they taste okay.” It was one of the most basic cookie recipes you could remember, so you didn’t think you’d forgive yourself if you messed them up.

After finishing his cookie, Simeon joined you at the counter, watching curiously as you distributed the cookies evenly between a few different plates. Feeling his gaze, you look up at him. “Do you guys have notecards? And a marker?” you asked politely.

With a small nod, Simeon disappeared up to his room, returning moments later with exactly what you had asked for. You thanked him, before scrawling everyone’s names on individual notecards. This would at least help you remember who you had already given some to.

Simeon continued to watch your actions, laughing quietly when you tucked the card with Beel’s name onto the fullest plate. You then decided to make two plates for the house in general, hoping that with Beel removed from the equation, no fighting would ensue.

Of course, to save your own ass, you separated a few and bundled them up in parchment paper, attaching a notecard with Lucifer’s name to the top. You didn’t bother labeling Purgatory Hall’s cookies, as you would just leave them here.

You seemed to hesitate at the last plate, debating whether it was improper to write Diavolo and Barbatos’ names, or if you should simply address the castle, or possibly just Diavolo. You wanted Barbatos to know that you had him in mind, but you also didn’t want to break some unbeknownst to you status quo.

Simeon noticed your hesitance, and asked, “You aren’t taking any to the castle?”

Your head snapped up, directly meeting your friend’s blue eyes. Your face reddened, “I am. I just didn’t know the proper way to address them.”

A humored smile spread onto Simeon’s lips. “I’m sure Diavolo will be pleased regardless of what the label says,” he placated.

You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if asking a simple question would give away your intentions too much. After a short study of Simeon’s expression, you figured if there was anyone you didn’t mind knowing your thoughts, it was him and Luke.

“You don’t think it’s improper to address them to both him and Barbatos, do you?” You asked, glancing up at the taller angel through your eyelashes.

Simeon was quick to shake his head, “Not at all. I’m under the impression that Diavolo sees Barbatos as more of a very helpful friend than a servant. And I’m sure Barbatos would love the idea of someone baking something for him for a change.”

You let his words sit in the air for a moment, your eyes focused on what was left of the cookies in front of you. With a small frown on your lips, you divided what you had left between two plates rather than one, making individual labels for each.

Once you had tucked both of the cards into their proper places, you looked back up at Simeon. “Do you mind if I run to the castle and then swing back by on my way home?” you asked. It was a shorter walk to the castle from there, and you were mildly afraid of questioning from both Mammon and Beel if they noticed you had sweets for other people.

Simeon and Luke both announced that they wouldn’t mind your coming and going at all, though with a knowing look, Simeon asked if you wished for him to accompany you to calm your nerves. You shook your head, knowing that as much as you would enjoy his company, it would defeat the whole purpose of your cookie scheme.

After short promises of being right back to retrieve the rest of your pastries, you stacked the two plates of cookies in your arms and headed out into the stuffy evening air. You tried not to let your nerves bubble to the surface on your walk, but the moment the castle’s grand doors were in front of you, you had to take a second to collect yourself. After swallowing your pride, you knocked on the door.

Momentarily, the door was pulled open, revealing a pleasant-looking Barbatos. “MC,” he greeted with a warm smile, “My Lord was just asking if I had seen you yet this afternoon.”

You returned his smile gently, anxious butterflies bouncing around your stomach. “Well, I apologize for keeping you both in anticipation. I suppose I didn’t think about how many cookies I had to make for everyone, and how long it would take.”

A knowing look shone in the butler’s eyes, and he gave a thoughtful nod before stepping aside and inviting you in. You shifted anxiously on your feet as you stood in the entryway of the Demon Lord’s castle.

“Give me one moment, I’ll go retrieve Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos announced quickly.

Before you could think better of it, you stretched a hand in his direction to stop him. Fingertips grazing his jacket sleeve, your face burned when he turned to you with an unreadable look. You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Before you do, I just wanted to give you these, is all.”

You handed the butler the bottom plate of cookies, watching meekly as his eyes drifted across his name scrawled in your handwriting. His expression seemed to change, but when he looked over at you, his eyes still seemed to hold their normal humored curiosity. Clearing your throat, you explained, “They’re nothing special, but I figured it would be nice to eat something you didn’t have to make for a change.”

This time, you were certain that his expression changed, as his mouth quirked into a tiny smile. You had grown accustomed to the polite smiles he sent you while you conversed with Lucifer or Diavolo, but you had to admit that it was nice to be the reason for even the tiniest bit of his contentment.

However, when he didn’t say anything for a prolonged moment, your anxiety worked double time. “Sorry, I’m know you’re used to higher quality sweets, but–“

“I’m sure these will be wonderful,” Barbatos spoke thoughtfully, his words silencing your rambling. When you met his gaze again, his smile had grown, most likely to put you at ease. You allowed yourself to return his smile, and relished in the way his cheeks dusted with a shade of pink. “Thank you, MC. It’s admittedly been a while since I received any sort of gift for myself.”

Your heart thumped against your rib cage as you successfully fought the urge to tell him that he was the sole reason behind you getting in the kitchen in the first place. You instead settled for, “I figured as much, which is why I wanted to make sure to bring you your own.”

You watched as the butler’s chin tilted away from you, undeniably hiding a flustered expression. His reaction made your chest swell with pride, even as he hurriedly excused himself to go retrieve Diavolo.

When the young lord arrived in the entryway to greet you, Barbatos was notably absent from his side. You chose not to inquire, but Diavolo seemed to notice your gaze traveling around the room, and voiced an internal thought. “I admit, I’m not sure where Barbatos disappeared to,” he said with a small frown. After a moment of studying your demeanor, his expression melted into a curious smile. “Though I will say he was quite red in the face while letting me know of your arrival.���

Your intention had certainly not been to fluster him – in fact, you didn’t think that was possible – but you took that as a sign that maybe you were getting somewhere.

“It’s later than I anticipated, but I know Lucifer told you I’d be by, and I didn’t want to disappoint,” you explained as you handed the red-haired demon the remaining plate of cookies.

Diavolo let out a deep laugh, “You have yet to disappoint in any way, MC.” He paused for a moment as his eyes drifted over the parchment covered plate. Seeing the notecard with his name, his expression faltered, “I don’t mean to question your thought process, but I don’t suppose you’d mind if I shared with Barbatos?”

You felt yourself smile at his consideration, and supposed Simeon had a point about the two of them being friends. “You can share with anyone you’d like! Though I have already given Barbatos a plate for himself.”

Immediately upon hearing your words, Diavolo’s goofy smile returned. Things apparently seemed to click into place, as he let out an understanding, “Ah.” After a moment of suggestive silence, he declared, “Well, I’ll have to have him invite you over to use the kitchen here sometime. I’m sure the two of you would work quite well together.”

You felt your face flush once more as you smiled at the offer. “Well, I’d certainly appreciate the opportunity,” you responded politely. There was a glint in Diavolo’s eyes that told you he had you entirely figured out, but you excused yourself before giving him the chance to say much else.

Diavolo himself saw you out, thanking you again at the door. When you asked him to tell Barbatos you said goodbye, he all but smirked, promising to pass the sentiment along.