#obey me fan fic

[devildomwriter]

The Taste of Christmas | Beelzebub x Reader

1.2K+ words | GN! Reader | CW: slightly suggestive

Christmas music echoed through the kitchen as Beelzebub hovered over your shoulder.

It was hard to ignore his loud stomach and the occasional puff of his hot breath against your ear as he watched you mixing the ingredients.

“Now can I try?” He pleaded and you shook your head again.

He frowned and slowly backed away to the corner of the kitchen but you could still feel his eyes burning a hole through you.

You wished you’d made the cookies before RAD got out for the day because then you wouldn’t have the pressure of your hungry boyfriend waiting for cookies in the corner of the room looking at you like a starving puppy.

Satan walked into the kitchen following his nose and stopped in his tracks when he saw Beelzebub hugging his knees to his chest as he waited impatiently.

“Are those cookies—“ he began to ask but Beelzebub cut him off.

“Mine.”

Satan sighed and you nodded in agreement that these were specifically for your boyfriend. Satan walked right back out of the kitchen disappointed he wouldn’t get to sample your baking.

Ever since you and Beelzebub began dating his gluttony also turned into greed. Your cooking was for him and wouldn’t be shared unless he agreed and those rare moments were reserved for his twin and occasionally Lucifer.

You finished mixing the batter and smiled to yourself as you held up the mixing spoon and immediately felt Beelzebub behind you as he clamped his mouth around it.

You giggled and flinched as you heard the crunching wood and looked up to him ingesting the spoon along with the cookie batter.

You sighed and pulled another spoon from the drawer. Beelzebub reached for the bowl but you playfully smacked his hand away and he pouted again. You turned around to face him and brought his face down to yours. You rubbed your nose against his in an Eskimo kiss and gently kissed his lips.

His eyes lit up and his wings burst from his back, unable to hide his joy. You giggled as he scooped you into his arms and his wings hummed as they happily flapped.

Immediately after setting you down, Beelzebub turned towards the bowl and you quickly shoved him out it the kitchen and called upon his twin to occupy him.

Belephegor fell asleep on his lap to give you the chance to finish and after everything was done you quickly cut out the cookies and stuck them in the oven.

You stepped outside the kitchen and wiped the sweat from your forehead, proud you had successfully defended the unfinished food from Beelzebub.

You found Beelzebub sitting on the couch with Belphegor still holding him in place as Beelzebub was too considerate to disturb his twin’s sleep.

“Thanks, Belphie,” you said, and with that, Belphegor sat straight up. Beelzebub blinked in surprise.

“Anytime…” Belphie yawned and turned around to sleep with his head on the couch pillows instead.

Beelzebub sat there a moment stunned but shook away his confused thoughts to come embrace you.

“Are they done?” He asked and you shook your head.

“They’re in the oven but after that, yes they’ll be done….actually no I have to ice them.”

His stomach growled loudly so you reached into your pocket and handed him some chocolate coins to munch on as he waited. You’d made the habit of carrying food with you and placing it into pockets where Beelzebub would feel bad touching without permission.

The timer finally chimed and you got up from the couch but not as quickly as Beelzebub and you heard a loud crash from the kitchen.

“Oh crap,” you mumbled and Satan followed you after his giant brother.

You found Mammon in the corner of the ceiling, wings flapping. “Geez! I was takin’ ‘em out! They’re too hot to eat now anyway, calm down!” He panicked as Beelzebub growled at him.

You realized Beelzebub was being protective of his food and patted his back, in snarky calming him down. He gave you an apologetic frown and looked at the shattered glass of the oven pane.

“Why don’t you clean this up and I’ll frost the cookies,” you suggested and he nodded. Mammon took this opportunity to quickly escape and Satan backed out, not wanting to be involved with any cleanup.

You kept glancing behind you, making sure Beelzebub was really picking up the glass and he was being very careful with it but shaking as he resisted eating the cookies right behind him. You were proud of this display of self-control and handed one to him although it was still very warm.

“Santa,” he exclaimed and dropped the dusting pan he’d been using, scattering the glass again as he chomped on the cookie, carefully avoiding your fingers. You quickly let go and sighed at the mess that wouldn’t seem to go away.

You handed a bigger broom to Beelzebub. “You get more, only when this glass is cleaned up.” He swallowed the rest of the cookie and nodded, quickly picking up every trace of glass and discarding it into the trash along with the broom.

You decided to ignore that as you were plenty tired from this already.

“What color should I make the snowman?” You asked him as he drooled watching you pick out sprinkles.

“Blue,” he decided, hoping quick answers would hurry along the process.

“What about the tree sprinkles? Should they be rainbow or yellow?”

“Both.”

After Beelzebub decided on a few more colors you quickly and carefully boxed away the cookies. Beelzebub watched you curiously as you held them above your head like you were carrying a trophy.

“We’ll eat these in my room,” you smiled and he grinned and nodded, following you quickly.

You sat down on your bed and quickly stole a cookie for yourself before he could eat them all. By the time you finished the cookie, the rest were gone. You sighed as you’d hoped to have more and clearly, Beelzebub felt the same as he stared at your mouth.

“What?” You asked and he tilted his head. Without warning he leaned in and ran his tongue across the corner of your lip.

“There’s still some here…” he said slowly and you realized he was after the crumbs and blushed.

You thought that would be the end of it but you were wrong. “Your mouth too,” Beelzebub said with a deeper voice and you looked at him surprised to see the desire in his eyes.

“B-Beel?”

“Your mouth tastes like frosting,” he said and quickly he inserted his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss and he pushed you into the bed, wings flapping.

Finally, his mouth parted and you quickly got a moment to breathe. “O-okay…I think the cookies are completely gone…”

“That’s okay,” he said and you gave him a curious look.

He blushed and looked away mumbling. “I…like the way you taste better…” he admitted and you turned red as Beelzebub cupped your face in his hand to meet your lips again.

Ten minutes later in the common room, Satan sat down his book, annoyed as he heard a large crash in your room.

“Honestly, how big a fuss can he make about ___’s cookies?”

Asmo looked up from filing his nails and listened in. “Yeah…I don’t that’s about cookies anymore, hon.”

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.

Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.

Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?

Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.

Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.

Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.

DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.

I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.

JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.

Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.

One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.

There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.

But I just think it's a fun concept.

[mxvladdy]

Bound (NSFW)

Lucifer x reader (ambiguous)

Word Count: 519

A/N: well howdy y'all it's been a bit and I'm on mobile so idk how this will look but ye. Sorry been gone, was coming back then got in a car accident at Xmas and shits been fucked since then lol but I'm alive and trying to get all my wips out now that I'm better!

Sorry this is short but I'm glad to be writing again!

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Lucifer wasn't sure what he found more beautiful at this very moment. Perhaps it was the way the lights above caught on the tears brimming in your eyes. The hunger and excitement in them caused the loveliest burn in his chest. His pants strain in sweet anticipation at the thoughts running through his mind. 

He walks around your restrained body trailing a gloved finger around the soft yet strong rope binding you to his office chair. He takes in his handy work marking the contrast between the bright redness of your swollen lips and the cool dark leather of his favorite belt between them. Cupping your jaw he raises your head to brush your lips lightly with his own. 

Your lips are scolding, hot from how he had worried them with his fangs earlier. They quivere when he pulls away. “You asked for this you know,” He smiles, pulling away before you can get your fill. “Am I not an excellent master? Fulfilling all of your greedy desires just so?" He smiles to himself at your indignant huff of anger. You had asked for this, after a long day of work and study you wanted a bit of his idea of fun. Not that this was the first time you were in this situation. Oh no. This particular scene was a mutual favorite. 

You blink away your tears trying with all your might to look angry with him. Delightful. “Am I not a merciful Master?” He repeats bemusedly. “If you do not feel that way perhaps some more alone time to reflect is in order.” That got the reaction he craved. Your groan is low and panicked watching him step away. Your back arching hard against your binds, tipping your chair dangerously to the side. “Ah-ah-ah.” Lucifer steps forward grabbing the sides to steady you. “Eager little minx aren’t you?” Your nose flairs, teeth leaving deep indents in the expensive leather. He chuckles, leaning in to nip your neck. “Bound, naked, and left wanting yet still you fight.” He brushes back your hair other hand snaking down to play with a nipple pinching it hard.  "We wouldn't want this any other way would we?" 

You mutter something that sounded mildly like a swear trying in vain to move from his questing hands. He grips harder, dragging a hand down to greet your sex. Lucifer plays with your entrance idly tracing his sigil into your wetness. 

"What will we do about your temper?" He wonders aloud to himself over the slick sounds of a finger delving into you. Your cry is wet with tears, the leather now stained with spit and salt. He will wear it with pride now in classes. Let all that lust after you see and smell you on his belongings. "I will never grow tired of this sweet torture, but I crave for more. All you have to do is obey me." He slips in another finger and curls it with delicious cruelty, stroking you just as he knew you liked. His other slipping down to the buttons of his trousers undoing them with unrestrained need. "Will you give me that?" He does nothing to hide his hunger when you finally nod.

[beels-burger-babe]

It be like this sometimes 😑

Bloody Awful

***So here is the much anticipated AFAB MC has really bad period cramps fic. I'm quite excited about this, and I hope you all are too. I don't know how, but Lucifer and Levi ended up taking the lead with this fic, sooooooooooooo on we go ***

Summary: MC wakes up and they instantly know that today will not be a good day. Despite knowing this, they decide to push on and try to continue their day as normal ... this would prove to be a mistake.

CW: AFAB! MC, Periods

Waking up, for most people, could be a toss in the air on whether or not the experience was going to pleasant or not.

For some people, their mornings were filled with gentle smiles, sunlight softly filtering in through the window, birds singing and the delicate scent of coffee as they hum to themself while making breakfast.

For others, waking up was pure and utter hell and was always followed by repeated slamming of snooze buttons, groans, and attempting to hide deeper under your blankets.

As you woke up to a numb feeling in your thighs and lower stomach, you knew that today would not be a good day.

There was no denying the dull ache that filled your pelvis; you were undoubtedly on your period, and by the feel of things, it was going to be a bad one.

You took a deep breath and glared up at your ceiling for cursing you with a uterus.

You wanted to nothing more than to stay in bed with a nice, burning hot heating pad, your favourite snacks and Netflix, but all hopes of that plan were quickly thrown out the window by a knock on your door.

"MC!" Mammon's voice called from the hall. "We're gonna be late! Get your ass up!"

You groaned, closing your eyes for just one second more before forcing yourself onto your feet. You winced as you felt the first flare-up of cramp hit you and carefully breathed as you walked across the room. You grumbled to yourself as you put on your school uniform and threw some sanitary products, a water bottle and pain killers into your bag.

It was going to be a long day. You shook your head as you took one last deep breath before heading out to join Mammon.

You hadn't even made it to lunch hour and you were already regretting your decision to leave your bed.

Your cramps had seemingly multiplied by a tenfold in intensity.

You were doing your damndest to hold it together and get through the day, but it was getting harder than the minute. You couldn't focus on your lectures because the pain had seemingly taken over your body. You felt strangely cold and kept squinting your eyes with each wave of cramps.

You had already taken the max dosage of pain medication, but it was doing fuck all for the absolute hell that you were going through at the moment.

"-MC?" You blinked hard and turned your head to see Levi looking at you in concern. "I-I've been trying to get your attention for a bit now. The, uh, the bell rang."

Huh.

You nodded in thanks to Levi and gathered your things before slowly rising to your feet. You made it a single step before you had to reach out to stabilize yourself on the desk in front of you. You closed your eyes in concentration as you waited for a particularly bad cramp to pass.

"M-MC?" Levi called out again. You hummed in response as you tightened your grip on the desk and felt saliva gather in your mouth. "Are ... Are you okay?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but frowned as a high-pitched ringing filled your ears.

Levi's eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. You could see his mouth moving, but it was as though he was speaking underwater.

"I-I can't ..." You mumbled out as your head began to grow heavy. "I can't hear you..." you whimpered as the cramps flared up once more and black spots lined your vision.

A hand quickly grasped your shoulder. Panicked, amber eyes met yours before you finally felt your legs give out beneath you and the world go black.

"MC!!!" Levi shrieked as he quickly caught your now unconscious body. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he shook your shoulders and scanned your body for any injuries. "M-MC wake up!"

His stomach dropped as you remained unconscious.

He blindly reached for his phone and dialled the first number in his contacts as he used his other hand to search for a pulse. It was then he noticed how warm your skin was — that wasn't normal for human's right?

"Leviathan, what is it?" Lucifer sighed from the other line.

Levi felt tears line his eyes and his bottom lip tremble as he finally found your heartbeat. "MC is unconscious!" he cried out.

There was the sound of something scraping against the floor on the other line. "What?" Lucifer barked. "What do you mean? What happened?!"

"I-I-I" Levi fumbled as he pulled you closer to him. "I-I- They were- I-I don't-"

"Levi, breathe," Lucifer instructed. "Walk me through what happened. Are they hurt?"

That was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Levi opened his mouth to answer no when he finally noticed it.

Blood. You absolutely reeked of it.

A sob slipped past his lips as he dropped his D.D.D. and hurriedly looked you over once more, searching desperately for the injury that he must have missed.

He could faintly hear cursing coming from his phone, but he didn't dare pay it any mind. Not when you were apparently bleeding out somewhere and he was too stupid to even figure out where.

The door slammed open not even two minutes later, revealing an extremely distressed Lucifer. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as he caught sight of you past out in Levi's arms.

"What happened?" He tried ordering once more as he approached the two of you. His onyx gaze instantly began searching for the source of the strong scent of blood that was coming off you.

Levi continued to weep as he clutched tightly onto you. "I-I don't know! I didn't even know they-they were bleeding and then they were acting weird a-a-and they said they couldn't hear me and n-now they're dead!"

Lucifer pursed his lips as he quickly checked your heartbeat and felt his shoulders slump in relief when he felt it beating strongly under his fingers. "They're not dead, Levi. They're just unconscious," he ran a hand down his face as he continued looking you over for injuries. "You said they were acting strange?"

Levi opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by a groan. He gasped as he quickly turned back to you and saw you blinking your eyes open as you cradled your lower stomach. "MC!" Levi practically screamed as he helped you sit up. "Oh my sweet Ruri-Chan, you're awake! I-I-I was so scared! I thought you died and I-I-I-"

"Not now, Levi," Lucifer interrupted as he looked at you in concern. "MC, where are your hurt? We know you're bleeding."

You frowned as you blinked and slowly became aware of your surroundings again. "I-I ... What?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he glanced over at Leviathan. "Did they hit their head when they went unconscious?"

Levi shook his head violently as his bottom lip trembled.

You rolled your eyes at the boys. "I'm fine," you tried to argue just as another cramp hit you. Lucifer frowned deeply as you let out a hiss between your teeth as you clutched your stomach once more.

"No you're not," he stated firmly. He delicately lifted your hand from your stomach, as though he was handling a baby bird. "You're in pain and you fainted. And by the looks of things, it's coming from here. Now be honest, what's wrong?"

You sighed in defeat as you felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. "I-I'm on my period."

The two demons blinked at you for a moment before their cheeks flushed — one significantly more than the other.

Levi squeaked as he pulled his hands away from you awkwardly. "O-OH!! Okay! Okay! Um, s-s-so y-you're not bleeding out? I-I mean you are just not in deadly amounts r-right? Do you um, need to cry? O-Or need chocolate or, um," he cursed to himself. "What do they always do in the shows if this happens?" He mumbled under his breath.

You snorted and shook your head. "I mean, chocolate would be nice, b-but as much as this really really sucks, I'm used to it."

Lucifer cleared his throat and nodded. "Alright. Erm ... I-I was unaware that they caused this much discomfort. Is this normal? The fainting and everything?"

You shrugged, moving a hand to hold your head. "Not really. Periods can be different for everyone. This one's just- just really fucking bad," you gritted through your teeth as you instinctively tried to curl in on yourself. "I thought I could still make it through the day, but things just kept getting worse and worse."

Lucifer nodded slowly as he processed the information. His heart clenched at the knowledge that you had been suffering all day and none of them had even noticed. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed circles into your skin. "What can we do to help? I assume you'll need the rest of the day off?"

You whined as you nodded. "That would be nice."

Lucifer comfortingly ran a hand through your hair. "Okay. I'll bring you back home then. Are you alright if I inform the others so they know not to bother you like usual?" You nodded in exhaustion.

"I-I'll message everyone!" Levi stated as he took out his D.D.D. "We'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible MC. Is, uh, Is there anything you need?"

You tiredly let yourself fall against Lucifer's side as you hummed in thought. "If you guys don't already own a heating pad, I will definitely be needing one. Maybe some snack foods? My appetite can be weird when I'm ... you know."

Levi flushed as he hurriedly typed that all out. "G-Got it! Okay! I'll take care of everything!" Without another word, Levi fled from the room as quickly as he could.

Lucifer sighed as he played with your hair. "He means well," he said as he slowly rose to his feet. "Now, would you like to walk alongside me to the house, or would you like me to carry you?"

Your eyes softened as you looked up at the demon in awe. "You would carry me?"

Lucifer chuckled and picked you up as easily as lifting a pillow. He carefully held you against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Of course," his low voice vibrated against you through his chest. "But don't get used to this. It's only because you're not feeling well."

You smiled softly and nuzzled against the stern demon as he exited the classroom. "Of course," you replied tiredly. "Thank you, Lucifer."

You had nearly passed out in Lucifer's arms as he carried you all the way back to RAD. Every time you'd tense or whimper from the pain your own body was inflicting upon you, his arms would merely hold you tighter.

He tucked you into your bed and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your forehead. "I'll go get a heating pad for you. Have you taken any medication yet?"

You grunted as your head sunk into your pillow. "As much as my stupid human body can handle."

He chuckled affectionately and headed towards the door. "I'll get you some tea as well then. Just try to relax, alright?" You hummed in response and closed your eyes.

A few minutes later, your rest was disturbed by a knock on your door. Satan poked his head in and looked at you in concern. "I heard that you fainted," he softly spoke. "Mind if we-"

He was cut off and pushed out of the way as a more frantic Mammon and Beelzebub came in from behind him. "Yeah! What the hell is that all about, human?!" Mammon scolded as he came to your bedside. "Why didn't ya tell me ya weren't feelin' up to par this mornin'?! Huh? I could'a helped ya!"

Beel pulled Mammon away from you with a frown. "Hey. Lucifer said not to stress them out. Stop it," his hard expression instantly melted into concern as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

You giggled at the boys and shrugged. "Feeling shitty, but it is what it is."

Satan nodded as he finally made his way over to you. "Yes. Lucifer mentioned that you might like this," he held out a dark blue hot water bottle out to you.

You took it from him and quickly pressed it against your lower stomach. You let out a breath of satisfaction as you melted into the warm relief that it brought you. "That's perfect. Thank you so much."

Satan waved off your thanks as he passed you a bottle filled with Powerade and a granola bar. "Nonsense. Just making sure you're looked after. Now drink this. You fainted earlier; you should probably get your electrolytes up."

There was a tsk from the doorway as Asmodeus made his way in with a basket in his arms. "I asked you three to wait for me." He set the basket onto your nightstand and began to unload his signature manicure kit, face masks and loads of snacks. "I thought maybe you could do for some special treatment from yours truly," he winked as he held out two bottles of nail polish out to you, "pink or teal, Love Bug?"

You gave Asmo a sheepish smile as you shifted under your blankets. "I don't know if I'm really feeling up to pampering right now, Asmo," you winced as another flare-up hit you, causing all the demons in the room to surge towards you in concern. "I-I think I'd just like a nap for now."

"And that's where I come in," Everyone turned to Belphie as he walked in with a pillow under his arm. "Scooch over," he demanded as he lifted your blankets. "We are getting you one ticket to Snoozeville, so hurry up and drink that shit Satan gave you so we can nap." You snorted but listened to his demands as he glared at the others. "The rest of you get."

Beel pouted and shifted from foot to foot. "But Belphie-"

The other twin shook his head. "But nothing, Beel. Sorry buddy, MC needs their sleep. Out."

Asmo rolled his eyes but was forced to listen as Satan put a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him out of the room. "Fine. I'll be back later to do your nails when you feel better!"

Mammon huffed as Belphie crawled into bed beside you. He ruffled your hair gently and pinched your cheek. "You better get better quick, okay?" He frowned as he felt how warm you were. "I don't like seein' ya like this."

You took Mammon's hand into your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be fine, Mammon. It's just cramps,"

He sighed and gave Belphie a hard look before leaving the room.

Now alone, Belphegor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you snuggly against his chest. You instantly felt your eyelids grow heavy. The pain that filled your body subsided as fatigue began to cloud your brain.

"Go to sleep, Angel," he whispered into your hair. "I'll be right here to keep you safe."

As you felt yourself drift off, you couldn't help but smile knowing that your boys would be there to help comfort and care for you when you woke.

*** This ended up being so sweet. I am very happy with it and I hope you guys enjoyed it too! Thank you so much for reading it and for all the love and support!***

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[honeyblackberries]

sifting through the lucifer tags like a desperate miner looking for a crumb of gold because i want my beautiful workaholic husband from obey me not the bug eyed looking thing from hazbin

[topzsun]

TO FIND YOU

── ♡ SATAN

you held no ill will towards lilith. all she had done was exist. that doesn't stop others from warping their perception of you. luckily, satan understands how you feel.

His world began with the scent of copper and scorching heat that nipped at his skin. Yours began in the arms of your mother and the fluorescent light of the hospital room. He was bathed in blood that was not his own whilst you were dressed in warm, cotton gowns. His father mourned not for his birth, but for the loss of someone of greater importance than him. Yours will kiss your chubby cheeks and hold your tiny clenched fists.

Your beginnings couldn’t be any more different. However, that will not change the antecedent of your and Satan’s existence. Lilith, a woman neither of you met, but suddenly became the forefront in your and Satan’s minds. Belphegor’s attack, your ancestry and the proceeding actions of the brothers muddy the sight behind your eyelids. Your late-night contemplations end up coinciding with Satan’s when you both catch each other in the act of making chamomile tea. You wonder what would have happened if you had never gone to the kitchen that night, never knowing of the identical internal strife Satan would be having.

He told you that after the incident, thoughts of Lilith have also begun to plague him. You take in the defeat in his tone and launch into rambles of your own because if Satan is beginning to peek over the emotional wall he has made, you will have to break it down on your own. You tell him she doesn’t threaten you, a ghost who hadn’t existed to you before this week. You know you are still you, you are just afraid of that day you will no longer be considered that by his brothers.

He listened to you quietly, sipping on his tea, and once you were done you finally took a long look at him. Satan is a gorgeous demon, beauty touched by something beyond your understanding. No human man can compare to him because humans are decorated by flaws, scars and history. Demons are above earthly qualities like that. Yet, when you take in the dimness of Satan’s emerald eyes and how he tilts his head back to rest it against the headboard you begin to see it. The weight that strains his shoulders, and the mask he meticulously puts on. You are reminded that even he can share the burden of overthinking and late-night worries with you.

He tells you of his childhood (“If I can even call it that,” He scoffs). His birth marked the end of Lilith, and when he was first brought home in Lucifer’s bleeding arms, there was no denying the role he had already been dressed into. It was a sick joke, he thinks, to have been born so similar to Lilith with golden hair and eyes the colour of dew-covered grass. He recalls to you how Beelzbebub and Belphegor could barely look him in the eyes, how Asmodeus attempted to falsely dote on him because he never really saw him but his baby sister, of how Lucifer would meet his gaze as if he’s seen a ghost.

“But I was not her. I never could be,” He tells you firmly, eyes steely as if wanting to make this fact clear to you as well. He didn’t need to. You know very well he’s Satan, a tired Satan who's sitting on your bed with you and nursing his tea like a lifeline. He is intelligent, cunning, multitalented, someone who has trouble wearing his heart on his sleeve but the diehard romantic in him wishes he could. Lilith was bluntly honest, unconditionally kind, brimmed with curiosity and tended to make herself seen wherever she went. You don’t need to list these differences for Satan to know he couldn’t be her replacement, and she could never replace the role he’s built in this house either. As if reading your mind, the blonde smiles wryly.

“I know what I am,” and as if to say “You know what you are too”, Satan taps his fingers three times on the exposed skin of your arm. His eyes are rounded in affection, and you can’t bite back your sheepish smile either.

Things will be okay.

[dirwael]

Hands Off

Solomon x GN Reader | 447 Words | Rated T | Warnings: Mentions of violence

A/N: Takes place at the beginning of Lesson 11 (Nightbringer)

Also on my Ao3!

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Solomon had never felt an anger as great as this before.

He can recall bouts that have made him yell, storm out of rooms with balled up fists and a scowl on his face. He can remember times that made him laugh like a maniac, eyes crazed, forbidden spells at his fingertips. He can never forget the moments of white-hot fury, ones that left cities decimated, relationships broken beyond repair, and blood on his hands.

But none of those instances could hold a candle to this.

This anger, a new one— one fueled by fear, hatred, and love.

Solomon could hardly believe his eyes at the scene before him. You, his adorable apprentice, backed against a wall, as one of those damn demons tried to put his claws on you. Whatever caused this to happen didn't matter. All Solomon knew was to put up a barrier, and immediately rush to your side.

Belphegor. The one that attacked you. The youngest of the brothers. The weakest. A fallen angel, still assimilating to his new demonic life and powers. Solomon, while still just a human, was more in tune with his magic. There was a chance that he could-

No, no.

Belphegor's brothers were there, as was the prince. Even with his spells, Barbatos, and now Asmodeus, Solomon knew he would lose that battle. Plus, his most powerful spells require two hands, and he refused to move the arm he wrapped around you, keeping you at his side and away from those fiends.

Solomon wanted that perpetrator gone. And if wanting him dead meant wanting the whole family dead as well, then so be it. That demon and his defenders needed to suffer and rot for the crime of even just trying to harm you.

But while holding you, Solomon could feel you tremble.

He could hear you sniffle. He looked and saw you raise your hand to wipe at your eye.

And that's when Solomon realized it— his racing heart and swirling mind... they betrayed his outward look, one of even breaths and a calm smile. One hand was ready to unleash millennia after millennia of sorcery, while the other carefully held you.

Solomon had never felt so furious before, but he'd also never felt so afraid. The knowledge that he was the only one that could protect you, the knowledge that if he arrived just a second too late, you would be-

He needed to get you out of here, for both of your sakes.

Solomon looked back to the demons. His smile grew and his grip on you tightened as he readied a teleportation spell.

He wanted those monsters dead.

But he needed you safe first.

[devildom-moss]

How about MC returning the favour and giving roses to the others?

Okay, so I thought it would get a little boring if I did roses all over again, so I picked different types of flowers for each character. I hope that's okay and that you'll like what I came up with. (part of me wanted to add pictures of each flower but I don't know... so I didn't.) This took a long time. I will eventually get to the brothers, but it'll be a bit.

Flowers for Them (the others)

(Diavolo | Barbatos | Luke | Simeon | Solomon | Thirteen | Raphael |Mephistopheles)

Kind of a part. 2 for the Roses for You series (links here)

(Suggestive for all except Luke)

Word Count: +6,100 longest post yet?

Diavolo

red freesia

“The Young Master should be finishing up his work shortly,” Barbatos spoke as he escorted you to Diavolo’s bedroom, eyeing the vase of flowers in your arms. He chuckled and teasingly added, “I suppose I should make myself scarce for the night.”

You could tell from the mischief in his tone that he was insinuating your gift would charm Diavolo straight to bed – which wasn’t necessarily your intention. With a soft huff, you teased back, “You pervert.”

“If so, I’m in good company – My Lord, for instance.” Barbatos smirked at you, following your movements as you set the vase on Diavolo’s coffee table. “He’ll love them. It’s a lovely pick.”

With that, Barbatos left you alone in Diavolo’s room, waiting. Your fingertips gently ran over the length of bright red blossoms that sprang up from the stem like an offshoot of a branch, with the largest flower sprouting at the bend. As the minutes passed, the sweet, heady, citrus aroma of red freesias – the most potent variety – filled the room. It was that distinct scent that welcomed Diavolo as he returned to his bedroom, to you.

Diavolo’s lips parted in hesitation before a smile graced his face with a chuckle. “Barbatos told me I had a present waiting for me in my room. I wasn’t expecting two gifts.”

“Two?” You knew what he was hinting at, but you wanted him to say it.

“Such beautiful flowers, and you.” Diavolo made his way to the couch where you were sitting, tossing his jacket over the arm of it. He tilted your chin up and brought his lips to yours with a softness befitting a delicate petal. When he pulled back, his eyes were pleading for something he could not speak of – a need that escaped detection in his mind after a long day of work. All he knew was that it involved you. “What have I done to earn this thoughtful gesture?”

“You didn’t need to do anything to earn them, but I suppose I wanted to return the gesture – when you gave flowers to me.”

Affection swelled in Diavolo’s chest, and he pulled you up into his arms so that you might feel his heart pounding for you. His eyes fell to the flowers on the table. He was no expert, but he was nearly certain that you had procured them from the human world – which only delighted him more. Red was typically a romantic color for flowers, but he was eager to know more, to make you say it.

Diavolo released you from his grasp and asked, “what type of flowers are these? Can I assume you picked them for a specific reason?”

“They’re called freesias, and yes, you can,” you admitted with a grin. “They usually carry a meaning of friendship, thoughtfulness, and trust; but the red ones, in particular, symbolize love, passion, admiration, and appreciation. There is also an association with strength and perseverance. When I think about you – you’re so dedicated to your goals. You have so many obligations, and you show so much courage, rising to meet those challenges. I want you to know how much I admire you, and I’ll be by your side, loving you through everything to come.”

Diavolo’s eyes were wide, stunned into silence. He couldn’t find the words to thank you. Instead, he kissed you with the urgency of a man on the verge of tears – who would burst if he didn’t express his love for you that instant. He gently pushed you down onto his couch and began to sneak his fingers beneath your clothes.

“Diavolo,” you muttered his name sweetly.

“Shh, just let me unwrap my other present,” Diavolo hushed you affectionately, peppering your neck with tender kisses. Barbatos was right.

Barbatos

pale purple and pink aster

“A little demon told me I would find a handsome butler baking in the kitchen,” you announced your presence with a sultry affection that caused Barbatos to freeze up ever so slightly. He turned from his spot at the counter, still holding a piping bag in his hands. His cheeks were slightly pink, but you were generous enough to consider it a symptom of his proximity to the oven. “You don’t mind that I showed up unannounced, do you? I won’t stay long if you’re busy.”

“Not at all,” Barbatos laughed and set the piping bag down. “I’m delighted to see you. May I be so bold as to assume you came here just to see me?”

“You may – in fact, you should – because I did.” You kept the bouquet of flowers tucked behind your back as you took a few steps closer.

“What are you hiding?” Barbatos tilted his head with a joyous curiosity. “I’ll have no secrets kept from me in my kitchen. If there are secrets, I’d rather they be between us.”

You couldn’t ignore the seductive hint in his tone, but you gathered yourself to instruct him, “close your eyes.”

“That’s not a new one, but we haven’t tried that in this particular room yet.” Barbatos followed your command. You knew he was turning up the charm to distract from the fact that you had flustered him by showing up today. He was overcorrecting to maintain his composure.

“Stop flirting; I’m trying to be sweet here.” You sighed and thrust the flowers out towards him. The light floral scent – previously masked by the cookies he had baked – finally hit him. Before you could give him the okay, Barbatos furrowed his brows and opened his eyes.

“Did you get me flowers?” His words were filtered through a grin. You nodded. Of course, he had expected as much, but the heat rushed to his cheeks at your confirmation. It had been a long while since he received flowers, and getting flowers from Luke and Diavolo – as sweet and precious as it was – elicited an entirely different feeling than the one that filled him now. Although there were traces of affection and gratitude in all three cases, only you could make his blood rush. He studied the flowers you held out for him, noting the combination of both blue-ish purple and pink blossoms, before slowly bringing his hands up to the bouquet, cupping over yours gently. “And where, my dear, did you get human world flowers – asters, I believe?”

“Sorcerer’s – well, apprentice’s – secret,” you teased, pulling your hands back. “How did you know what they were?”

“Oh, please don’t tell me Solomon was involved in their procurement.”

“No, he wasn’t.”

“Wonderful. That would ruin the mood,” Barbatos flashed you a smile – almost threatening with its undertones of envy. “And as for how I know that: the Royal library is vast. We have a good number of books on human world horticulture. But perhaps you could give me a brief floriography lesson.”

“You don’t know?” A part of you was shocked – as it often seemed that Barbatos knew everything.

“I could fathom a guess, but it would be far less accurate than hearing the words directly from your lips.” Barbatos held the bouquet in one hand, using his free hand to pull you closer by the waist. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Now, please enlighten me.”

“Asters are associated with traits that remind me of you: patience, elegance, and wisdom. The purple asters represent that wisdom – as well as your grace, nobility, and mysterious beauty. The pink ones are for your sensitivity and kindness. You’re always serving others and thinking about them, and you’re so sweet to me. Of course, pink is also a symbol of love – lest you forget how much I adore you.”

“Oh my.” Barbatos lowered his eyes, flushing a pale pink. “You’re too kind, MC.”

“You asked me to enlighten you.” You pressed your lips sweetly, albeit momentarily, to his. “Now you know.”

“Close your eyes,” Barbatos whispered. Feeling you owed him the same trust, you shut your eyes. “Now, open your mouth.”

Again, you did as he asked, only for him to bring one of his bite-sized, fresh-baked cookies up to your mouth. A delightful sweetness flooded your tongue. His fingers grazed your lips and lingered, waiting for you to swallow before swiping his thumb across you.

“It’s delicious.”

“Thank you, my dear. I’m afraid that will have to be a suitable reward for your kindness until I’m done here. Then, I’ll repay you properly.”

Luke

pink and yellow hibiscus

It had been raining in the Devildom for five full days, with another three days of rain ahead in the forecast. The slow shift from a gentle pitter-patter to a heavy pounding on the RAD windowpanes played in the background of each class you attended. This would be fine, if not for the fact that Luke’s gloomy face was haunting your mind. He had been sulking since the third day of rain. Even a happy, sweet little angel like Luke can’t keep his sunny disposition forever. He clearly missed going outside without the threat of damp clothes and discomfort. You had to do something – he was practically your adopted son.

“Luke,” you caught his attention at the end of class, “are you free tomorrow?"

“Yeah,” he admitted sadly, “there’s not much I can do in this weather.”

“Great! What do you say we have a picnic?”

“What? We can’t sit outside and eat when it’s raining like this! We’ll get sick. Besides, I think the parks are starting to flood.” Luke groaned quietly.

“Let’s have an indoor picnic, then. We could prepare some snacks together, lay a blanket down in the living room or maybe make a blanket fort, and play some games. What do you think?”

“That sounds like so much fun!” Luke perked up immediately – the first genuine smile he had had all day gracing his sweet face.

“I’ll meet you at Purgatory Hall at noon tomorrow, okay? I’ll pick up some fruit and ingredients for sandwiches or something – just let me know if there’s anything you’re craving.”

“Let me think about it after I check the pantry at Purgatory Hall, okay?”

“Of course.”

“I’m so excited!” Luke’s grin widened as dozens of snacking options crossed his mind.

Luke contacted you later that day with a short list of ingredients to make grilled cheese sandwiches and a few fruits – including an array of berries. You stopped by the market, which was pleasantly quiet, on your way over to grab everything, placing the grocery items in a large picnic basket you decided to bring along. Inside that basket was also a pitcher of cold brewed sweet hibiscus tea you prepared the night before and a bouquet of human world flowers you had magically crafted. You didn’t have time to pop up to the human world and purchase them, and you were certain you couldn’t obtain them at a florist here, so hopefully these would do.

Luke greeted you eagerly at the door and ushered you towards the kitchen. He had a bright smile on his face, and you were certain this was the closest thing to sunshine as the Devildom would ever know. You spotted a loaf of fluffy-looking bread on the counter, and Luke confessed happily, “I baked some milk bread before you came over, and we have a variety of delicious jams and spreads to go with it. We also have all the ingredients to bake cookies later if you’re up for it.”

“That sounds wonderful, Luke. You’re so sweet.” You began to pull the ingredients out of the basket, careful to keep the bouquet tucked away. “I have a surprise for you. Have you ever tried hibiscus iced tea? It’s made from human world flowers.”

“I don’t think so.” With that, you pulled the pitcher out of the basket, revealing a bright red liquid. Luke was enamored. “It looks so pretty! Can we try it right now? I’ll get some glasses and ice.”

Luke’s smiling face as he took his first sip told you everything you needed to know. He loved it.

The two of you set up your blanket fort – complete with multiple comfy pillows – in the living room before preparing your grilled cheese sandwiches and a platter of fruit, spreads, and the bread Luke made earlier. Luke brought a few games into the fort while you brought the tea and the basket. With everything in place, you were ready.

“Actually, Luke, I have one more surprise for you.” You reached into the basket and pulled out the bouquet: a mix of hibiscus flowers – some a bright yellow and others a soft pink. Luckily, it was still in pristine condition.

“For me? These are the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen!” Luke brought his hands up to his mouth. “What are they?”

“These are hibiscus. I couldn’t get them from the human world, so I had to recreate them with magic, but I wanted you to have them,” you admitted, handing the bouquet over so he could inspect them further. “The pink ones symbolize friendship and platonic love while the yellow ones mean joy, happiness, and sunshine – which I felt like you needed more of recently.”

Luke’s smile faltered briefly before resolving itself. He hugged the flowers close to him. “Thank you. You’re right, I think I did need this. If you ever want to become an angel, I think you’d make a great one.”

Simeon

(Original game lesson 76 spoilers)

red and white variegated tulip

Simeon wouldn’t tell you how he had convinced everyone to let the two of you go on a weekend trip to the human world together – and he had no plans to, either. Perhaps the others felt bad about Simeon losing his angel’s blessing; if anyone could cleverly use guilt to get his way, it would be Simeon. Then again, who knew what tactics Simeon had in that mind of his – what he could stoop to. He was a human now, and that offered him an excuse to be devious; there was no need to feign innocence when he wasn’t held to an angel’s standard. Simeon would do a lot for you, and perhaps it was best that you were not made aware of every detail of his schemes.

Still, he had gone through the trouble of planning everything. The first day was delightful; Simeon led you through a beautiful town, packing as many fun activities into your time together as he could. He even booked a nice hotel room beforehand that “incidentally” only had one bed. You wanted to thank him somehow.

So, you forced yourself to wake up early, crawling out of bed quietly to avoid disturbing Simeon. During your previous outing, you noticed a flower market, along with several bakeries and cafés. It wasn’t much, but breakfast and flowers seemed like a good start to show him your gratitude. Besides, this was a rare opportunity to spoil him a bit.

It was still early by the time you returned to your hotel room – flowers, coffee, and an assortment of pastries in hand. Luckily, Simeon was still peacefully asleep. You worked quickly, rearranging the flowers in a nice vase that you were fortunate enough to find at the market and plating the pastries. Some – a huffy, grumpy old demon, for example – would probably frown at your use of magic to summon up some decent serveware, but with Solomon as your teacher, you figured you had every right to use magic frivolously. You had just finished up by the time Simeon began to stir, letting out the softest little moan.

The sweet combination of smells filled his senses – although he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. It could have been a café nearby for all he knew. Simeon stretched his arms out to the empty side of the bed, and upon feeling your absence, he decided to open one eye and investigate.

“Morning,” you greeted him.

“Why did you get out of bed?” He sat up with a yawn.

“I wanted to thank you, so, ta-da.” You brought a tray to the bed and set it next to him. Simeon’s eyes, still adjusting to the morning light, looked over the hot coffee, pastries, and a vase of red and white variegated tulips. A smile slowly formed on his lips.

“Just how long did you leave me alone in bed?” Simeon chuckled. “Thank you, MC. This is so sweet.”

“You deserve it.” You brushed his hair aside to kiss his forehead. “Did you know that variegated tulips mean beautiful eyes? They’re ideal for giving to someone you admire – although admire isn’t nearly strong enough to describe my feelings for you.”

Simeon’s face warmed, and he nervously took a sip of his coffee to calm his desires. The drink was perfect, as if you had thought about him in every detail. It only made his heart race more. He set the cup down. “Tell me more.”

“About the flowers – or are you asking me to praise you more?” you teased.

“Either sounds nice. Just kidding, you can tell me about the flowers.” Simeon was quick to retreat from asking for praise.

“The flowers first, then. Well, the florist – farmer? The person selling the flowers told me that these are called Grand Perfection Tulips. They start out a light yellow and turn white as they mature, but the red streaks stay the same vibrant color throughout. I wanted to get the mature ones because I wanted to convey the meaning of both red and white tulips. Red tulips are probably easy to guess the meaning of, right? They represent love, devotion, sacrifice, and lust.” Your voice dropped at the last word, and Simeon nearly choked on the pastry he had bitten into. You continued, “But white symbolizes purity and new beginnings. They’re also used to tell someone ‘I’m sorry.’”

Simeon caught the shame in your voice and stared at you, confused. “What do you have to apologize for?”

“It’s at least partially my fault that you’re a human now.” Your heart sat heavy in your chest and the weight of your words anchored Simeon to the bed. “You sacrificed a lot, and now you’re living this new life, and it’s not fair that you were punished for protecting the people you care about. All I can do is tell you that I’m sorry, and I love you, and thank you.”

“No.” Simeon’s voice was unusually stern – as was the look on his face. He moved the tray onto the bedside dresser and pat his lap. “Sit on the bed with me.”

You took a seat at the edge of the bed, but Simeon shook his head and grabbed your hand, pulling it to his side.

“Closer,” he insisted. You took the hint and climbed over his lap. He stared at you affectionately, his fingers dancing up your sides. “Better. Now, listen closely: I don’t blame you. Even if I had to fall as far as becoming a demon, I would – and I’d do it just for your sake. You don’t have to apologize for the actions I chose to take.”

“But –”

“Don’t feel bad, or I’ll be tempted to take advantage of you and be greedy,” Simeon admitted. “I’ll ask you to stay by my side forever and love me more.”

“I can do that,” you whispered, trying to digest your guilt.

“Then don’t say you’re sorry. I’m okay with living as a human alongside you. Now,” Simeon gently rolled over with you in his arms until he was on top of you, “while I appreciate your precious gesture of breakfast in bed, I have something different in mind. Can I?”

Solomon

black poinsettia (Devildom) and red poinsettia (human realm)

You were finding it hard to focus on Solomon’s lessons. Between his lingering gazes, the sly way his body pressed to yours as he glanced over your work, and the anticipation of the surprise you had planned for him, you could barely maintain your composure.

“What’s on your mind, my sweet apprentice?” Solomon picked up on your tension. “Am I distracting you?”

“Not exactly.” Solomon pouted slightly at your response and clapped his book shut in his hands. “I’ve been working on a new spell in secret. I think I’ve got it now. Can I show you?”

Solomon burst out in melodic laughter. “How studious of you. Of course. Show me what you’ve got.”

You had practiced this nearly a dozen times before in preparation; you could do this. All you had to do was take a deep breath and concentrate your magic into your hands. With a flourish, you summoned a large bouquet of black and red poinsettias and held them out for Solomon. Bowing slightly, you added, “for my adorable teacher.”

Solomon’s cheeks flushed pink, but by the time you looked up to gauge his reaction, Solomon’s surprise had melted into a tender smile. He chuckled and reached over the bouquet to pat your head. “That’s certainly something. Good job.”

“I chose these flowers specifically for you.”

“Oh?” A faint pink glow reappeared on Solomon’s cheeks. He wasn’t certain you had put any thought behind the flowers you summoned; knowing that they were chosen with intent warmed his face and made his heart ache. Suddenly, he recalled the bouquet of black and red roses he had given you. Barbatos had once told Solomon that black poinsettias – native to the Devildom – had a special meaning for couples, but despite poinsettias being his birth month flower, Solomon didn’t know much about their symbolism. The question on his lips fell out shyly, “What do they mean?”

“Black poinsettias represent the bond between two people. Red poinsettias are associated with cheer, rebirth, and good wishes – but, more importantly, with love, passion, and strength. I think that reflects our bond, don’t you?” You smiled at him softly. “And there’s something else: I wanted to combine flowers from the Devildom and the human world. It’s because Diavolo decided to try to bring the human realm and the Devildom together that I was able to meet you, and I’ll always be grateful and happy about the new life I have here – with you.”

“My adorable apprentice, you’ve outdone yourself,” Solomon praised you. He took the bouquet in one hand, removing it from the space between you, and pulled you close until your noses nearly touched. He dropped his voice to a seductive whisper, “I’ve never witnessed such a powerful seduction spell.”

“It wasn’t a seduction spell.”

“Then why am I so enamored with you right now? I can hardly contain myself.” Solomon crashed his lips against yours with overwhelming neediness. The kiss grew heated quickly, and you were both left panting by the time he pulled away. “Let’s conclude your studies early today. I think I need to spend the rest of the night studying you, instead.”

Thirteen

pink spider lily

“Thanks again for treating me today – you really didn’t have to.” You squeezed Thirteen’s hand as you walked together towards her cave.

“Well, you deserved a little reward for agreeing to meet me at Café Lament. It was a last-minute invitation, and I’m just happy you were able to join me. I think their new dark hell mocha pudding parfait tasted better because I got to eat it with you.” She bumped her shoulder against yours casually. A faint vanilla scent hit you; how did someone so involved with death smell this good?

“I didn’t expect them to top it with bufo eggs. I liked it, though.”

“Right?”

Part of the reason you had so readily agreed to accompany Thirteen – other than wanting to spend time with her – was because it gave you the opportunity to surprise her. As someone so often involved with setting up traps and tricking people, you figured she’d appreciate an unexpected present. All you had to do was get her out of her room for a bit.

Just before your date – when you knew she had already left – you used a bit of magic to leave flowers on Thirteen’s bedside table. She was far enough away to not sense your magical delivery, too, so by the time she arrived home, a small present would be waiting for her. Of course, you could have summoned them while she was at RAD, but you wanted to see her reaction, and there was a good chance Thirteen would invite you back home with her after your date. Besides, leaving school with her was likely to draw the attention of at least one of the brothers, and neither of you would have any peace if that occurred.

As Thirteen led you to her bedroom, anticipation grew in the pit of your stomach. You were excited to see the look on her face. When she opened her door, the faint remnants of your magic lingered, but her focus was concentrated on you. She dragged you into her room, walking backwards until you both crossed the threshold. Thirteen let go of your hands, wrapped her arms around your neck, and kissed you tenderly. Lips still locked on yours, she shut the door behind you and pressed your back gently against it. Your hands landed on her hips. A soft sigh left her as she pulled away.

“I was looking forward to that,” she admitted. The light floral scent and your magic finally got through to her, and Thirteen turned in your hands. She was startled by the appearance of a vase of pink spider lilies next to her bed. Her brows furrowed and she looked back at you, a smile fighting its way through her attempt to find the right words. “Did you – when? What?”

“I did,” you started, coolly. “Right before our date, and they’re pink spider lilies – or resurrection lilies.”

“They’re beautiful, but are you trying to be funny, giving a reaper something called resurrection lilies?"

“No, of course not. While it’s true that the most common color for resurrection lilies is red; and they symbolize death, corpses, and blood; the pink ones don’t have those same associations. I don’t think of death when I think of you – not usually, anyway. The pink flowers represent beauty, love, passion, and desire.” You brought a hand up to caress her cheek. “And you, my love, are so beautiful and passionate. I love being around you – and I love you.”

“Well, how can I get upset over such a precious explanation?” Thirteen chuckled through her smile and left a soft kiss on your cheek. “What if you weren’t here when I found such a lovely gift?”

“I had a feeling you’d want to take me home with you – and if you didn’t, I would have told you about the flowers over the phone.”

“You’re a confident one, aren’t you?”

“Nah, I just know you like me.”

“Okay, smarty-pants.” Thirteen rolled her eyes playfully. “Then tell me this: what am I going to do now that I have you in my room?”

“I think we’re going to take this to the bed.”

“Such a smart human. No wonder I love you.”

Raphael

lavender

Raphael: I’m almost done mending your sweater. You can pick it up tomorrow if you want. I embroidered flowers along the hem of your sleeves where it tore. It will suit you, so I hope you like it.

Raphael offered to mend your sweater after he saw how upset you were over it tearing – especially since it had caught on a shelf while you were out shopping with him. He had been offering to do more sewing specifically for you recently, which made him all the more comfortable asking you to take off your clothes the second you got back to his room. You knew what he meant, but sometimes his straightforward approach flustered you. If it had been anyone else, you had no doubt that there would have been more sexual undertones. Although perhaps if Raphael wasn’t so concerned about your disappointment at ripping your sleeve, he might have thought to add another meaning to his words. But alas, he was solely focused on mending an item you clearly cherished.

You appreciated the gesture, and you knew you would only adore the sweatshirt more now that he had helped to fix it. Raphael could be quite sweet when you gave him the opportunity – and, if you weren’t mistaken, he seemed to have only become kinder after coming to the Devildom. You weren’t certain how much he would appreciate the gesture, but you wanted to get him flowers.

The following morning, before you left for Purgatory Hall, you read over the spell you had found in a book Satan was nice enough to lend you. All you needed were a few herbs, your magic, and a Devildom equivalent of the human world flower you wanted to recreate. You stopped by a florist – one Raphael had taken you to before – to get the last ingredient for your spell.

The demon working the shop looked up from the counter, a wicked recognition in his eyes. “Aye, if it ain’t the little human again. Been a while. Your angel cut ya loose? Or maybe you got a taste for demons now, hm?”

“Have we met?”

“Why I –” he huffed, releasing his anger, “y’know, I guess we didn’t get a chance to meet last time, cuteness. I’m Stolas, and you are?”

You gave the aggressively friendly demon your name. “I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a rush today. I have to go see ‘my angel’ soon. Do you happen to have any acid lavender in stock?”

“Shame,” he sighed. “But yes. Right over there.”

Stolas motioned towards an aisle with his head, and your eyes followed. There was a small selection next to some filler plants – what you assumed constituted Devildom “greenery.” You picked out a pretty, fragrant bunch and returned to the counter with your wallet in hand. “How much for this one?”

“Tell ya what, you show that sweet little face ‘round here more often an’ I’ll letcha have ‘em for free.” Stolas leaned over the counter and gave you a wink.

“I’d feel better if I paid. You’re running a business, after all.”

“For you, 100 Grimm.” He wrapped your flowers up nicely and handed them back to you. “See ya ‘round, MC. Tell your little angel I said hi, would ya?”

You nodded, with no intention of following through on that. On your walk to Purgatory Hall, you performed the spell, and by the time you arrived, you had a bouquet of human realm lavender in your hands.

Raphael was the one to greet you at the door, and you quickly hid the bouquet behind your back. He smiled at you softly. “Oh good, you’re here. Come with me.”

Raphael led you to his room. Now that you were alone, you pulled out the bouquet and presented it to him. His back was still turned as he walked to his desk and makeshift crafting table.

“Uhm, Raph, I hope you don’t mind, but I got you some flowers,” you admitted, still holding out the bouquet. He turned around immediately, surprise evident on his face. Your sweater was folded neatly in his hands.

“Me? What for?”

“To thank you. I’m really grateful – not just for the sweater, but for everything.”

Raphael inspected the flowers in your hand, slightly confused. They looked familiar, but not quite like any plant he had known. The color was off. Acid lavender was a deeper, darker shade of purple – almost black – while its counterpart in the celestial realm was a pastel blue. However, the pleasant aroma was quite similar. “Is this human lavender?”

“Yes. Although I had to use magic to get this from acid lavender. I think lavender suits you.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because lavender is associated with purity, silence, and calmness. It represents personal growth, and,” you paused, inching closer to him, “it’s a symbol of love and devotion.”

Raphael made no efforts to hide his smile. He unfolded your sweater to reveal leaves embroidered with pastel blue lavender flowers. “What a pleasant coincidence.”

Your lips parted in astonishment. Not only was it a coincidence, but Raphael had done a beautiful job repairing your clothes. He handed you the sweater and took the bouquet in his hands. The only ones who had ever given him flowers were Luke and Michael – and the latter case usually annoyed him more than it delighted him.

“Thank you, Raph. This is lovely.” You clutched the sweater close to your chest. Raphael shook his head, setting the lavender down carefully on the nearby table.

“I don’t know if these flowers suit me. They smell nice, and I appreciate them, but if you’re going to be so nice to me,” Raphael paused to pull you in, flush against his body, “neither of us are going to be pure or silent. . . just teasing.”

You waited for him to let go, indicating that he was, indeed, teasing, but his grip remained firm. “Are you?”

“Would you like me to tease you?”

He was impossible.

Mephistopheles

red wallflower

You knocked politely on the door to the RAD Newspaper Club room. It was getting late and the only students you had run into were those who had stayed behind after club activities to chat or do who-knows-what. Mephisto, shouted from the other side of the door. “Come in but make it quick.”

“Serun told me you were going to be here late.” You walked in and set the overly sweet pastry you had bought on Mephisto’s desk, still hiding a bouquet of flowers behind your back. “I figured some sugar might perk you up.”

“Oh, MC, I thought you might be a club member.” He added that to strike his comment about making it quick from the record. If it was you, he didn’t mind a bit of company. Mephisto glanced up at your face quickly before returning his gaze to the stack of articles he needed to edit. “First, why would Serun tell you if I’m staying late? And second, was that last part supposed to be a euphemism? Should I push my chair back?”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “They told me because it’s apparent that I’ve taken an unfortunate liking to you, and someone has to keep an eye on you.”

“Then the sugar?” Mephisto questioned you, flipping the page. You laughed again, which bothered him. “What?”

You pushed the pastry closer to him until it entered his line of sight. The soft “oh” from his lips made you chuckle. “Oh, you are so cute when you’re serious.”

“Get out,” Mephisto scoffed to distract from his warm cheeks and his desire to smile.

“Aw, are you grumpy? I’ll leave, but I have a gift for you first. Look up from your work for one minute, please?” You sweetened your tone to entice him further, but you couldn’t miss the exaggerated roll of his eyes. He set his pen down and gave you his full attention. “Good boy.”

“I will bite – I mean fight you.” Mephisto’s heart raced.

That exasperated look on his face melted as you pulled out a bouquet of deep red wallflowers in a smooth black vase and set them on his desk – out of the way of his paperwork. It wasn’t easy obtaining them, but you wanted to do something nice for Mephisto beyond your usual small gifts and kind words. He chewed on his lower lip to hide the threat of a smile.

“What are these for?” he asked.

“I wanted you to feel loved,” you confessed.

Mephisto let out a soft, affectionate groan. “I don’t recognize these flowers. What are they?”

“They’re from the human world – wallflowers. They represent faithfulness in adversity, and resilience. Red ones, specifically, signify love. It makes me think of you. I really admire your unwavering loyalty to Diavolo – I mean, you’re here now, this late, because you want to support him. I want to give you my loyalty, too – romantically.”

“I –” Mephisto took a second to gather his words. “I’m going to be another hour or two here tonight. You should take a nap on the couch while I finish up. I’ll take you home when I’m done.”

“I’d much rather stay up with you, but if you’re busy, I can go home now,” you offered, slightly disappointed. There was a silver lining, at least. “I’ll see you tomorrow, anyway.”

“Oh, you misunderstood. I’m taking you home with me. And I want you to get some rest because I’ll be keeping you awake all night.” He smirked and got out of his seat to usher you towards the couch. Mephisto laid you down sweetly, smoothing his hand over your hair before walking back to his desk. He cleared his throat, trying to force his feelings up to the surface. “And MC, thank you. I – I haven’t felt this cherished in a while. I love you, too.”

This was a bad idea, he thought. How was he going to concentrate when your precious sleeping face was right across the room? Once you fell asleep, he was determined to get a picture – or ten.

Lucifer | Mammon | Leviathan | Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor

(If there's no link, that character is coming soon-ish)

A/N: Happy (possibly be-lated) Valentine's Day. I hope even though it's late, this one fills y'all with love. If you're single or something, then you automatically have my love now (unless you don't want it). Also, we are never going to talk about how long I spent on this, okay? Okay.

[irrevocably-urs]

✗ a night in the library

“Are you enjoying this?” 

Diavolo whispered in your ear as he slowly circled two fingers on your clothed cunt, applying just the right amount of pressure leaving you biting down on your lip. You didn’t want to be heard. 

You were both in the school library and it was way past school hours. You were gathering your things getting ready to leave when Diavolo coincidentally walked through the door. He must’ve been so worried since it was late. He didn’t like it when you would go out without at least giving him a heads up.

I guess you were too caught up with school work but he was to blame for that. 

“Hm?”

You whimpered with a nod, growing tired from holding up one of your legs as Diavolo was holding the other, spreading you nicely for him. You were sitting on his lap, pressed up against his warm body.

“Please,” You whimper, wanting his fingers inside of you. He ignored your request, continuing to rub his two digits on your clit slowly. It felt good but you wanted more. 

“Use your words, Darling,” He smiled knowingly, watching your legs twitch from his fingers. He removed his hand that was underneath your leg and brought your other hand in the place where his hand was before. 

He then moved his hand up underneath your shirt, moving your bra aside. He gently pinched your nipple, turning and squeezing perfectly. You let out a breathy moan, your back arching away from him. 

“Please, I want them inside me,” You spoke with need. You felt a tingling feeling in your lower stomach that was on the point of tilting over. You wanted it so bad. “Them?” He was aroused by the way your face contoured trying to concentrate on the pleasure he was barely providing you.

“Your fingers,” You whispered, a bit embarrassed that you were specific. 

“Mm, You really want them?” His voice was deep as he spoke by your ear causing goosebumps to appear on your body. You nodded impatiently. He moved his fingers on your clit faster. “Yeah?” He mewled into your ear, biting your earlobe. You nodded profusely, your cunt spasming around nothing. Your muffled moans filled the once quiet library.

Diavolo planted kisses along your exposed shoulder, biting down every now and then. He moved aside your panties, finally inserting two digits into your cunt while circling your clit with his thumb. He curled his fingers hitting your sweet spot. Loud moans slipped out of your mouth.

“Be quiet, we don’t want to get caught, do we?” He spoke in a low tone, sending shivers up your spine. He added another finger, increasing his pace. You shook your head letting out a breathy ‘No’ at the sudden change of pace. You close your eyes, your mind going blank for a second as you murmur words of encouragement to Diavolo.

Diavolo’s eyes darkened at your gesture. You smelled so good it was intoxicating. He couldn't get enough, the way your cunt swallows his fingers perfectly; in and out so smoothly. It arouses him in ways that didn’t seem imaginable. 

He leaned back on the chair, spreading his legs apart, opening your legs even more as they were on his thighs. He laid his chin on your shoulder so he could watch his fingers disappear inside of you. You breathe deeply adjusting to the sudden openness, your cunt was on full display for anybody who decided to walk in the library. 

You felt somewhat anxious about what might happen if you were caught by someone. Although they might not be able to say anything since it’s Diavolo they would be talking about. But you didn’t want to admit the thought of everyone knowing about this felt erotic.

Diavolo pressed roughly on your clit, circling swiftly, making your hips jerk. 

The moans you were trying to keep in slipped out. You shut your mouth when you realised. 

“Shh,” He spoke softly beside you, going faster. His other hand squeezing your breast.

“Focus on the feeling, Darling,” He cooed, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, then planting a kiss on your cheek. You move your head to the side, arching your back against his abdomen. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. His fingers felt good.

The new found pleasure taking over your body. Your heart raced faster as you tried to close your legs. You released one hand from underneath your knee, letting out a silent cry. It felt so good. 

“F– fuck Diavolo, it feels so good,” You grind your hips against his hand wanting more. “Please don’t stop-” You cried out as your legs quivered, your muscles tensed up as your eyes rolled back. Your whimpering was the only thing that could be heard. Diavolo kept the same pace riding out your orgasm. You gripped his hand trying to slow him down as he overstimulated your clit. “O-oh f–fuck,” You raise your hips as it was too much.

“That’s it, Darling. Just like that,” His voice was husky as he watched your legs spasm at his touch. You clench around his fingers as you cum again. Your moans were the only thing playing through Diavolo’s mind, as if it was his favorite melody. 

“You did amazing,” He praised as you slumped against his body. You tried calming down your breathing, your legs now quivering. He slowly pulled out his fingers out of your cunt. You whimper at the loss.

Diavolo watched his fingers covered in your juices make a visible string connecting his finger to your core. He cursed underneath his breath at the site.

He brought his fingers to his face to taste them. He wrapped his mouth around them sucking them dry. “Mm, you taste wonderful, my love,” He cooed lovingly. Diavolo sat up on the chair, grabbing your chin to face him as his other hand held you by your stomach so you wouldn't fall. You gaze at him, his eyes filled with lust. He moved his head to the side as he leaned in, embracing your soft lips in a slow kiss. 

You could taste yourself on his lips. He broke the kiss, a string of salvia connecting your lips. You lost yourself in his eyes as they glowed a bright gold. Diavolo stared at you intensely, saying many things with his eyes without a word being said. He gently kissed your forehead before hooking his arm under your legs and holding your back with the other as he stood up.

“Let’s go get you cleaned, my love,” He looked down, watching your face rest against his body, as your chest heaved up and down gently. You felt yourself succumb into the darkness.

He smiled tenderly, knowing he had found his forever.

[strikethematch18]

This is my letter to fan fiction authors everywhere.

Don't delete your work.

Don't delete your blog.

Consider just leaving it be.

Your stories have the ability to touch someone. To them it may have helped them through a rough time and it's become a comfort. Or similarly, it be what helps them get through that time.

If you think what you've written is horrible, still don't delete it. To someone out there, it could be a masterpiece, the best thing they've read. It doesn't matter if you think it's cringey, to them it is a work of art.

More than once I have gone looking for a multi part fic, one shot, or headcannon only to find it doesn't exist anymore. And most of those, gave me comfort in a bad headspace where I just wanted to be in the same world of my comfort characters for a few short words.

So please, i am begging you: say farewell, log off for the last time, and leave your stories to be loved and appreciated. If the big literary greats whose work was subpar or the authors were horrible, people can be appreciated, so can you.

[loweya-blog]

Mammon Steals MC (Spoilers for Lesson 22)

(If Mammon managed to snatch MC in lesson 22)

"You're mine! MIIIINE!"

The words echoed in your head as you suddenly felt the demon wrap his arms around you, holding you and squeezing the life out of you. He'd been too fast for Beel or others to block. And even now you only had a few seconds to register what was going on before he unfurled his black wings and took off into the sky. You could hear the desperate calls and shouts of the other brothers as Mammon flew off through an open window in the library, escaping into the night.

The brothers, terrified that Mammon would end up hurting you, did the only thing they could think of. They ran to find Lucifer.

(Meanwhile)

Flying through the Devildom sky should have been fun, even pleasant but with Mammon's arms crushing you, it was hard to find such enjoyment. His nails were digging into your flesh, he wouldn't give you any room to squirm away from him. With his greed consuming him, all he could think about was making sure nobody touched his treasure!

"Mammon!" You shouted his name.

He couldn't hear you anymore. Instead he gritted his teeth as he searched for a place to hide you away. HOL wasn't safe and neither was that hall where Solomon lived. Then it hit him. The Devildom forest had plenty of caves and was difficult to track people down in. He turned and soared towards the forest.

When he arrived in the forest, he found a large cave and dragged you in. He kept pulling you deeper and deeper, then eventually carrying you since he didn't even trust you to walk. You both reached the deepest darkest part of the cave and only then did he relax.

Sort of.

He wrapped his arms and wings around you tightly, not even caring that he might be hurting you.

"Mine."

Mammon continued to mutter your name and "mine" over and over again as greed continued to consume him. You could barely breath under his crushing strength. His golden blue eyes were piercing as he just kept looking at you, like you'd vanish at any moment.

After an hour or two, Lucifer and the brothers finally found the both of you. Mammon hissed at them the second they came into view, raising his wings and ready to attack at any moment to protect his precious treasure. Lucifer had Beel hold Mammon back while he knocked Mammon out. Then they had Simeon, who was quick to join the search, heal up the injuries caused by Mammon.

[devildomwriter]

Mangled Up in Tangled Up Knots | Diavolo x Reader

1K+ words | GN! Reader | CW: none

Summary: Diavolo is good with trees but the lights are a bit beyond him

You were so focused on carefully unwrapping and unboxing the ornaments that you scarcely glanced at the Christmas movie playing.

Diavolo was paying a tad more attention than you as he began to put together the generations-old fake Christmas tree you brought.

You’d been dating a long time now so you finally moved some things into the prince’s room. A few of these things were your traditional Christmas decorations like the polar bear nightlight, Lego nutcracker, light-up llama with a festive scarf, and your old Christmas tree which surprisingly still had needles on it.

Diavolo used his strength to easily correct bent metal branches. They’d caved from the weight of cats and heavy ornaments over the years.

You frowned after finding a broken ornament and set it aside. Diavolo sensed your sadness and looked to see what you’d sat down.

He smiled and with a snap of his fingers, the ornament was in better shape than when you’d first been gifted it. Your eyes sparkled, happy you wouldn’t need to throw something so pretty away.

“Thank you, Dia!” You exclaimed and he smiled and nodded as he sorted the branches by size.

He held two different branches in his hands and looked back and forth between them.

“___?” He asked and you looked up from what you were doing.

“Yeah?”

“Which of these colors is bigger? The brown ones or the teal?”

“Uhh….I think it’s the red ones.”

Diavolo looked it over again and nodded, “Thanks, I believe you’re right.”

You grinned and nodded and began unwrapping more ornaments, setting them into groups based on importance as you weren’t sure you could fit them all on the tree this year.

Diavolo began hooking the tree branches in place and you got to your feet to help him as you enjoyed this part.

You helped keep the tree pole still as he placed the branches in one by one until you were in the way of the bigger bottom ones.

Diavolo stepped back hands on his hips and nodded approvingly at his work.

“I did it, ___! How’s this look?”

“It’s perfect! Now we just have to fluff out the branches.”

“…What?”

You showed him how you moved the tinier branches around so the tree looked fuller and he nodded and began fiddling with it, occasionally itching his arms irritated by the tiny fake pine needles.

“You itch too?”

He laughed and agreed and you both hurriedly fluffed out the tree. Now the metal was barely visible and the tree appeared much more real.

Once again, Diavolo stepped back and nodded proudly. You laughed at how cute it was. Diavolo regularly displayed his magical strength as well as his influence within the realms but he didn’t often have small personal achievements. Doing things all on his own was still a foreign concept he was adapting to, contrarily you were still adapting to having someone else do your chores, cook for you, do your laundry, clean everything. So when you’d show Diavolo how to do these mundane things he was always elated when he pulled it off. Setting up the Christmas tree was another achievement as he’d always had Barbatos do it in past years with excessively large trees.

This tree was perfect for the bedroom you often shared, neatly tucked in the corner without blocking the bathroom or TV, it has its own place to shine.

“Shoot. We still need to do the lights.” You remembered, snapping your fingers like a cartoon character.

Diavolo nodded and opened the box with the lights. He began pulling them out but they were all tangled in knots and he immediately looked to you for help.

You shrugged, “We just have to untangle them. You can use magic.”

“Do you use magic to untangle them?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t need to either.”

You chuckled at his innocent insistence and sat there watching him fiddle with the lights for a good ten minutes, his smile slowly becoming less genuine while doing so.

Finally, he miraculously untangled the lights and immediately asked what to do next.

You showed him how to wrap them around the tree, lightly tossing them onto the branches and spreading them out so there weren’t any gaps in the light. He nodded and plugged the lights in to get a better perspective.

You snuck a photo of your boyfriend holding the glowing lights, it was as cute as it was surprisingly beautiful.

Diavolo began circling the tree with the lights doing as you’d instructed and occasionally looking at the example on his D.D.D.

Without either of you noticing he stepped into a loop of the lights and pulled them with him as he circled the tree. You arched one brow as you realized he felt no resistance due to his strength and was blindly twisting himself up.

“Uh…Diavolo,” you began to speak up when Diavolo stood still and looked down at his legs.

“Oh dear…” he chuckled and quickly began trying to backtrack but he had to be extremely gentle so he wouldn’t break the card with his absurd strength. He looked around more confused as it proceeded to get worse. He threw the remaining lights over his shoulder so he could focus on his feet but now he appeared to have a net thrown over him.

You quickly took another photo and just as you put your D.D.D. away he gave you a childlike frown.

“___…I’m stuck.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. Diavolo protested to being laughed at and pleaded for your help. You quickly came to his aid, telling him to stand still as you unwrapped the lights.

Diavolo sighed in relief and now that he was out of that situation he blushed profusely as you tried to hide your snickers.

“…I think I’ll use magic…” he sighed in defeat and with a twirl of his finger the lights quickly and perfectly rounded the tree.

“That’s amazing, Dia,” you complimented and his embarrassment immediately was replaced by pride.

He hugged you into his side as you looked at the tree you’d put up together. It may have seemed small but in the grand scheme of things, this was the first time you’d put up the family Christmas tree with your future husband. It was a moment you wouldn’t forget, especially with the pictures you took of him.

[gifti3]

the au revives for a moment....more arranged marriage au stuff with asmo and reader! Last thing I posted was this. This new scenario def happens once Asmo starts to actual warm up to MC, hence why MC is acting the way they are.

but yea this ones pretty short but i think its worth sharing since i wrote most of it already!

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"Asmodeus can you please get out of my closet?"

He currently eyes one of your casual wears in his hand. "I'm almost done! I just wanted to see what you usually wear..."

Several maids also stood in your room, holding up different outfits you would wear on a day to day basis. Asmodeus kept handing them off to them as he kept going in and out of your closet.

You sigh at the unnecessary work he was giving the staff but they surprisingly seemed to be having fun talking among themselves and with him. Actually it shouldn't really be surprising at all. This was most definitely the norm for them.

You hold back an annoyed groan. "Okay well when you're done make sure everything is put back. I'm leaving."

"Ah! Wait come here. I need you actually! I want to see how these outfits actually look on you."

You stare at him and he stares right back. "......I'm not changing in and out of all these clothes. Asmodeus why exactly are you looking through my stuff anyways?"

"I'm obviously going to revitalize your whole wardrobe. You're welcome."

"You really don't need to do that." You immediately start worrying about the type of clothes Asmodeus would pick out. You had these clothes specifically cause they were comfortable for you appearance and physical wise.

You walk up to him a take your outfit out of his hands. "I like my clothes as they are thank you." You turn towards the maids, "Everyone please put everything back."

"Everyone stay."

The maids stand in place unsure of what to do with conflicting commands. However, they were technically were Asmodeus's maids first and yours second.

"MC I'm trying to do something nice for you?"

"I understand that but I like these clothes..."

You did not understand and didn't really consider it nice.

"I'm not going to get rid of what you have silly! I'm adding to it."

Oh. Well that didn't sound as bad...

"Still that's not really necessary. I'll probably just stick to what I already have."

Asmodeus lets out an over the top sigh. "It's bad to reject a gift dear. Trust me on this, ill pick things that fit you well. Now can you try on the outfit in your hand? It shouldn't be too hard to put on your own."

...Dear?

[avatar-saiki]

Greed's Hidden Light

Mammon/Reader, 2.4k words

Inspired by Nightbringer Lessons 2-3

Mammon slipped out shortly after dinner, the commotion of the rumors and new… pet... in their midst giving him the perfect cover to sneak away for some fresh air. It was crisp on his tongue, sending chills down his back as he stepped out into the moonlight without much direction other than needing to move. It was dark here, very dark. 

Still getting used to that too…

He shivered, crossing his arms and cutting through the forest, following one of the many trails that wound throughout the grounds around the House of Lamentation. Everything here was so different, from the food to the magic to the way he found himself feeling drawn to things he’d never felt before, it was all so…

Frustrating.

Distant howls prickled at the back of his neck and he looked around, then decided to hurry on through to the clearing. Even the creatures here were different. 

Bigger. 

Meaner.

Scari-

He shook his head quickly and reached up to smack his cheeks.

“I wasn’t scared,” he muttered to himself, then looked around at the trees twisted and gnarly with their branches seemingly reaching out to grab innocent passersby.

“Tch,” he strode passed them and broke through the tree-line, the lake coming into view. In the eternal night its waters reflected in an inky black, serene and calm like a bottomless mirror reflecting the stars and moon above.

An endless abyss…

He relaxed, slowing his pace, transfixed by the reflected moonlight.

“I wasn’t scared,” he repeated under his breath, feeling the words deeper in his chest. His breath rolled out in a gentle mist, giving him something tangible to focus and direct.

Breathe in…

Breathe out…

He closed his eyes when he’d reached the water’s edge and set his stance, turning his face up to the moon.

Breathe in…

He stretched out his arms, his wings even further.

Breathe out…

Howls sang into the night.

Breathe in…

Wind whistled through the trees, stirring leaves in a chilling melody.

Breathe out…

If he focused, he could even pick out the distant shouts of Satan and the others.

A smile touched his lips.

Breathe in…

He opened his eyes and gazed up at the moon, breathing out long and slow, watching the wisps of breathe curl up into the night. It was only him and the night now, its serenity a haunting comfort.

He squatted down and leaned over the water, the moonlight illuminated in his hair. Two ebony horns spiraled up from his head, and he reached up to touch one, watching his reflection do the same. Wings stretched again, and kicked up gentle ripples with a roll of his shoulders. Nothing like they had once been, but they were his.

He closed his eyes again, feeling along the grooves of his horns, where they dipped and where they wound.

“I really am a demon now…” he murmured, reaching the pointed tip and grasping around the horn to give it a tug.

Predictably all that really accomplished was some soreness and a short jerk of his head.

He sighed and sat down in the dirt, resting his arms on his knees. 

What did being a demon even mean? He’d never given it much thought, or even what it meant to be an angel for that matter.

Or a human…

He sighed again and picked up a rock, chucking it and watching it skip across the tranquility spread out before him, reflections wobbling and distorting with every ripple.

“I just don’t get it…” he said, tossing another rock to chase the first.

He hadn’t known. Hadn’t seen. But when Lucifer acted, there’d been no doubt.

But why hadn’t he been the one to intervene?

He picked up another rock, wiping off the grit with his thumb and holding it in his fist.

Just how many of ‘em would’ve stayed if he hadn’t?

He grit his teeth and tossed it out, then folded his wings around himself and buried his head in his arms, counting the splashes until it sank.

Even if he didn’t have any regrets about being here, it didn’t change the fact that this place wasn’t exactly friendly. Scary or not, no one wanted them here. Except maybe Diavolo, but even then he only really cared about Lucifer. Everyone else was just a bonus.

And then there was Satan…

His wings folded further inward, frustration rising. He was supposed to be their older brother too. He was supposed to protect them. Lead them. But all he ever did was screw it all up. He couldn’t even tame Cerberus right. If it hadn’t been for Lucifer, one of them could’ve—

“Mammon?”

He looked up, startled. “What? Who’s there?”

You stepped out from the trees and raised a hand in greeting. He relaxed a little. Just you. Of course, you’d been following them around ever since Diavolo named you as their attendant.

“I saw you’d wandered off,” you said, stopping a few feet behind him. “Mind if I sit?”

He shrugged and looked back out across the lake. “Do what you want.”

You hummed, rocks grinding under step until you found a comfortable place to sit. The water had long since stilled once more, nothing but the gentle breeze breaking through the quiet.

That is, until you spoke again.

“It’s pretty out here.”

“Mm.” He grunted, not wanting to be rude but not really feeling chatty either. He could hear the sounds of scuffling again while you adjusted, but only rested his cheek on his arm.

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout me,” he said quietly, “I just needed some air is all.”

“I figured,” you said, voice light. “It’s a lot to take in after suddenly becoming so famous.”

He snorted, “I ain’t famous.”

“Sure you are! You’re one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now, remember?”

He smiled a little, “Yeah…” but it didn’t last long. Technically that title should belong to Lucifer, he hadn’t done all that much and when Cerberus had been in front of him, baring his fangs at his brothers and looking to attack he…

He just…

“Mammon… are you okay?”

He nodded, ready to brush it off again but he made the mistake of looking at you and meeting your eyes. Why… why did you look at him like that? All soft and concerned? Like you cared? Like you…

He looked away again. “Don’t you think there shoulda been one?”

“One? One what?”

He rested his chin on his arms, staring at the reflected stars. 

“One Ruler of the Underworld.”

“Mm…” You considered it a moment. “Why? Because Lucifer terrified the poor thing?”

He sulked further, but nodded. That’s exactly why. Lucifer didn’t even hesitate, just like before. He knew exactly what to do and was able to protect everyone and tame a massive, ravenous beast.

All while he had stood there, mustering up the courage to even try. What if Lucifer hadn’t showed up? Would he have been able to protect them?

“I think you all had a part in it,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He laughed under his breath. “Ah, c’mon that’s a cop out answer an’ you know it.”

To his surprise, you shook your head. “No it isn’t, think about it.” You started counting off on your fingers, “Asmodeus charmed the flowers, Beelzebub ate the apples, Leviathan and Satan found the hidden cavern, plus without you we wouldn’t have even found Cerberus or gone through with this plan to begin with.” You shrugged, “So yeah, sure, Lucifer growled harder than a three-headed dog, but you were the one that set everything in motion.”

He…

He hadn’t thought of it like that.

He crossed his legs and sat up a little straighter.

“Yeah, but-”

“Actually I guess I don’t remember if Belphegor did anything,” you said with a laugh, “but he gets a pass because he’s the youngest.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Oh I know,” you said, laughing with him.

He squinted. “How do you know?”

“Oh- uh…” You reached up to scratch your cheek. “I guess I just have a knack for these sorts of things?”

“Mm…” He looked back out across the water and held his chin in his hand. Maybe that was a demon thing, they always did seem like they knew how to read humans pretty well. Diavolo could tell when someone was lying too… yeah, that had to be it. Some tricky demon magic he hadn’t learned yet.

“Is that why you tried to kiss me?” he asked, trying to sound casual but he couldn’t help watching your reaction through the corner of his eyes.

Your smile faltered a bit, cheeks turning rosy.

“Y… yeah… that was weird of me, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged, “I mean, I get it. It’s hard to resist the Great Mammon.”

It’d only been intended to be a light teasing, but you laughed in agreement. “I mean, you’re not wrong there. There’s a lot to like about you.”

It was his turn to blush, or at least he thought he might be. He covered his mouth with his palm and tried to focus on the lake, wishing his face could feel as cool as the night sky.

“That’s… probably weird to hear, huh?” You said quietly, picking up one of the rocks and turning it over in your hand. “Since we’ve only known each other for a… little while now.”

He just shrugged again, not trusting himself to look at you. You were nice enough, but how was he supposed to handle some sort of crush or… was it even that? Or was it a trick of a demon’s charms to woo gullible fools like him?

“I think it was cool of you to work so hard for your brothers,” you said, voice dropping to just above a whisper carried on the wind. “You even went so far as to convince Barbatos to let you into the castle so you could search.”

“Yeah… but I wouldn’t have gotten that far without your help.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think that would’ve stopped you if I hadn’t, just slowed you down a bit.”

He chewed the inside of his bottom lip, mulling it over. You were obviously trying to cheer him up, but why? What would winning him over get you exactly? It’s not like he had anything, and even the title he just got didn’t mean a whole lot yet.

And if you were after power… cozying up to Lucifer made a lot more sense. But even then you didn’t seem to need it, you were already skilled in magic more than they were.

“I can’t do anything on my own,” he said, feeling the weight of the words sink even deeper than any stone he could ever throw. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to then, isn’t it?” you said easily.

He scowled and said nothing, letting the silence of the night be his answer for him.

“There’s power in wanting,” you said, drawing his attention even if slight. Your focus was on the stone in your hand, holding it with your fingertips while your eyes were… fond.

“It takes a lot to want something,” you continued, “even more to recognize it and admit it’s important enough to care.”

Flowery words weren’t going to get you anywhere with him.

“Yeah, but so what,” he muttered, “wanting something doesn’t mean I got any idea how to get it or if it’s even worth it.”

“Maybe, but doesn’t knowing that already make you stronger?” You asked, holding the rock up to the moon as if to compare its own ability, or lack thereof, to glow. “Wanting means there’s a need to fill, right? Whether it be for yourself or for others, like with trying to garner respect for your brothers to give them a better life here.”

“I can want stuff all I want, but that doesn’t mean anything changes,” he said stubbornly.

You glanced at him with a smile, then shrugged. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You stood up and brushed off your backside, “I mean, as much as I believe you would’ve saved the day all the same, we’ll never know since Lucifer swooped in, right? But even so,” you tossed the rock and sent it flying across the serenity that stretched before you, each touch to its surface dancing in sparkling ripples that stretched outward, colliding and reforming anew as they extended out across the lake. You were watching the water, but he couldn’t help looking up at you and that gentle smile on your lips.

“Things don’t change until someone wants them to.”

His throat felt tight, your words…

He…

He wasn’t like…

“But that’s just how I see things,” you said, holding your hands behind your back. “Not everyone can be a leader, but you don’t have to be one to lead either.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said and you chuckled, glancing down at him with eyes that…

Sparkled.

“I guess it doesn’t, does it?” 

He swallowed, and you glanced back toward the forest. 

“Well anyway… I still think it’s something to be admired, even if you disagree with me.”

“Whoa, hey, no I never said I did,” he said, moving to stand up. 

You grinned, glancing at him briefly before walking back toward the trail. “Sure, sure~ it’s okay. I guess I can keep my little admirations to myself~”

“Wait- no, hold on!” He scrambled to follow, “Is there more?”

You hummed, “Oh I dunno, maybe? Is that something you’d be interested in knowing?”

“Well…” He still wasn’t sure what your angle was, or how much he could trust you, but…

“It’s not like it’s hard to see how awesome I am, but,” he felt his face getting warmer again, even more so when your smile widened. He turned his face away and tried to shrug it off, but…

But he wanted this.

“But if you… if you wanted to tell me more things… that you like about me I… I’d be willing to hear it.”

“Aw~ so generous,” you teased, turning from him again and disappearing into the trees. “If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“H-Hey!” He called after you, chasing your laughter into the night. “You’re s’posed to be my attendant, don’t make fun of me!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, oh Great Mammon~”

[kashasenpai]

Need help finding a story!

I am looking for a series where the reader works on Vaders ship, and when her mother dies, he has a tombstone arranged for the readers mother. And if I'm remembering correctly, she's being somewhat harassed and looked down on by the others on the ship.

(Had to start posting this in other tags since I haven't been any feedback at all. Sorry

[beels-burger-babe]

Your Own Pace

***I am academically exhausted constantly now -a-days and just cried over an essay that is a week and half late that I spent an hour on a paragraph just to find out everything in the paragraph was false. I will now vent and comfort myself with demon boys. Don't mind me.***

Summary: Sometimes, school is just really fucking hard. But that doesn't mean you have to do it alone.

Attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo wasn't easy.

You were in classes constantly learning new things that was common knowledge to everyone else in the room. You were forced to endure subjects that you had purposefully avoided in the human world because you knew that you had neither the interest nor intellect to pursue them. And with all the drama that came with living in the House of Lamentation, it felt like you were always a week behind, playing an endless game of catch up.

It was exhausting. You were exhausted. But you never thought you were this exhausted

"Are you kidding- URAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

Satan's head shot up at not only the sound of your infuriated scream, but the spike of wrath that just plummeted down his spine. With a frown, he sat up from his reading chair in his bedroom and poked his head out into the hallway.

Beelzebub and Mammon were in similar states, he noticed, spotting their heads also looking out towards your bedroom door.

They all looked back and blinked at each other. "Should we ..." Mammon started glancing over at the door once more.

Beel simply hummed, before making his way over to your room.

It was Satan who was voted to knock. "MC? Is ... Are you alright?" he asked with some hesitance.

The door ripped open, and the tree demons had to take a moment to process what was in front of them.

You hair was greatly disheveled with an eerily likeness to that of a mad scientist. There was a crazed gleam in your eyes, that even as you looked at them, Satan couldn't help but notice that they weren't fully focused. You chest was heaving with stuttered breaths behind your tightly, locked jaw. "What?" you snapped. "I'm trying to work."

Beel frowned. "But you screamed?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes looking up to the ceiling. "Yes. Because this essay is beating the absolute shit out of me."

Beelzebub, once again blinked. "Is your essay enchanted? Are you injured?"

Feeling anger begin to bubble up inside of you once more, Satan quickly cut off his brother. "I don't think that's what they meant, Beel. They mean they're having a hard time with it," he turned to you with a curious expression. "Talk to me. What's going on? Maybe I can help."

You huffed, arms dropping to your side. "No. I don't want help. I know I can do it on my own, but-" Another aggrivated growl ripped from your throat. "Nothing is clicking! It's so fucking stupid! This class! This fucking essay! Not to mention it's already a week and a half late! I hate it so much!"

"MC," Mammon began, his blue eyes filling with concern. "It's alright-"

"It's not-" your voice finally cracked. "Wh-What if I never finish it? This paper is worth 30 per cent! I'll fail the class a-and a-nd-"

You were suddenly engulfed by Beel's arms as he held you tightly. Your body tensed instinctively as you fought to free yourself before melting into the demon's embrace. Your eyes burned as you felt your chest grow impossibly tight.

"It's okay," Beel whispered. "Even if you fail, which you most likely won't, it's not the end of the world. It's just a class-"

You frantically shook your head. "No. It's not. I need it for the program. I need it!"

Satan moved forward and ran a hand through your hair. "You need rest. You can always retake the course another time if the worst case happens. You can go at your own pace, MC. But this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be this stressed out over a paper."

Mammon hummed as he joined Beel in the hug. "It's okay to be stressed. It's okay to cry. Just, know we don't expect you to be fucking prodigy or somethin'. Just let it out."

Suddenly, you had no say in the matter. Tears broke free from the damn behind your eyes as gut wrenching sobs, as heavy as boulders, rattled your form like a window in a storm.

The brothers didn't move. They didn't say a word. They just held you. And they would keep holding you until you were ready for them to let go.

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