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with-love-from-hell · 2 years ago

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5 Sides of Human

{Part eleven}

Genre: Mixed

WC: ~4.8k

CW: time skipping from main plot (I’m not doing certain parts of the canon story and/or are doing them out of order because I didn’t like them the way they were and it’s my story so there lol), brief mention of Mephistopheles (but no spoilers), anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, sarcasm, lots of hurt in Levi’s part, implications of past abuse, suggestive, kissing, gossiping, love triangle, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

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“Oooh hey you two! Guess who I just ran into!” No. 2 skipped up to Storm and Mammon as they exited the Ferris Wheel.

Mammon scoffed. “If ya don’t say Lord Diavolo I’m gonna-”

“Well, no...not him...” No. 2 took a step back to avoid an easy-access grasp from Mammon. “I saw some of your brothers and the other exchange students! They’re looking for you guys.”

“What?!” Mammon whined in frustration, “How did they know we’re even here!?”

No. 2 giggled. “The RAD Newspaper Club posted your picture on Devilgram to advertise the fair! Your brothers saw it and were awfully mad that you and Storm are having a little date here.”

“This isn’t a date.” Storm sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Mammon’s eyelid twitched, feeling the sting of Storm’s confirmation that they weren’t a couple, but he swallowed back the hurt. “R-right. We came here to find Lord Diavolo and my loser of an older brother for you, and yet ya’ve-”

“Excuse me? Who are you calling a loser?”

Mammon yelped, leaping into the air in fear at the sudden interruption from behind him. Storm winced at Mammon’s reaction as her arm was tugged once more, now seriously wondering if he had already popped it out of it’s socket.

“Also, what are you two doing here? You’re supposed to be buying things for the play, not goofing around.” Lucifer crossed his arms in frustration and glared at Mammon, awaiting a response.

“I-well, we- uh...” Mammon stuttered, trying to find an excuse after being rattled by the eldest’s sudden appearance.

Storm sighed. “We were shopping for supplies, but Levi, Beel, Asmo, and Sarah all ditched us to go off on their own. We bought some things- they’re in my backpack. Then we found No. 2 and-.”

“Lord Diavolo!!” No. 2 screeched, jumping into his arms. “I’m so glad we finally found you!”

“No. 2!? Where have you been?!” Diavolo scolded, just barely catching them as they latched onto his chest. “Barbatos informed me you had been missing and I was growing concerned when he said he couldn’t find you anywhere near the castle!”

“Oh, Lord Diavolo! I missed you so, so much!” No. 2 nuzzled into his pectorals affectionately.

“Pfft, whatever. It ain’t like you were sobbin’ when ya dragged us to all of the attractions here, pipsqueak.” Mammon grumbled in annoyance.

“My Lord! It’s been awful! Truly an absolute nightmare!” No. 2 wailed in exaggeration, “Mammon’s been tormenting me in the most devious ways! And poor Storm has been dragged along as well! We’ve basically been held hostage!”

Storm stifled a laugh as Lucifer and Diavolo both cast Mammon a warning glare.

“Oi! Quit Lyin’!” Mammon yelled, throwing his arms up, yanking Storm’s short arms along with his. “Ya begged us to help ya find Lucifer and Lord Diavolo!”

Storm yelped at the movement, finally hearing a pop in her shoulder. “Ah! Mammon! I told you to quit- ouch!” She yelped again as he forcefully snapped his arms down in shock, not intentionally wanting to hurt her.

She rubbed her shoulder as Lucifer took a step closer. His jaw was tense and his brows were knitted in anger. “Changing the subject- why are the two of you holding hands?”

“What, are ya jealous?” Mammon snickered, earning a glare from Lucifer.

“Our hands are stuck together. I’m not sure why, but it’s been like this for at least an hour now.” Storm added, wincing when she attempted to show him proof that they were indeed stuck together.

The tension held in Lucifer’s face, neck, and shoulders visibly lightens as a satisfied smirk plays on his lips. “Mm, that makes more sense then.” Lucifer’s eyes drift to the plushie held under Storm’s armpit, and his expression then twists in curiosity. “Storm, what is that you’ve got there?”

“I’ve got one too!” No. 2 jumped out of Diavolo’s arms and holds up his zombie iguana.

Diavolo’s gasped in excitement, “Those are one of the hottest items in Devildom right now! Where did you two get them?”

“Mammon gave them to us. You know, as a way to pay tribute to us.” No. 2 giggled as Mammon’s face reddened.

“Well, obviously that’s the reason your hands won’t come apart.” Lucifer sighed. “Honestly, Mammon. With how many times you’ve had to retake Curses and Hexes, I would think you’d recognize a curse when you encounter one.”

“Oh...it’s cursed...” Storm murmured as she cast a sad glance down at her plushie.

“Here.” Lucifer reached out his hand and gestured for her to hand over the stuffed iguana. Once the plushie was out of her hands, the force binding her hand to Mammon’s was released, and their hands fell to their sides.

“Wait...We’re unstuck! Like, a second ago we couldn’t pull ‘em apart no matter how hard we tried!” Mammon flailed his arms about, almost in disbelief that he had the freedom of movement.

“Yeah, you’re telling me...” Storm groaned, whimpering as she tried to roll her shoulder back into place.

“This is a dangerous item. I could see it being used for nefarious purposes, so we better dispose of it.”

Lucifer held out his other palm, a purple flame igniting in it. He had barely moved the plushie over the flame when Storm screamed out a loud “No.”

Lucifer paused, quirking a brow at her as the flame in his palm fizzled out. Mammon and Diavolo stared at her in shock, not expecting such a firm command coming out of the normally timid human.

“Aww, is it because it’s a gift from Mammon? How sweet!” No. 2 clasped his hands together, mimicking kissing noises at Storm as her cheeks turned rosy.

“Lucifer, I think you are more than capable of lifting the curse on the item, wouldn’t you say?” Diavolo grinned, but behind it held as hint of satisfaction at catching his close advisor in a fit of jealousy.

Lucifer cleared his throat, but Diavolo didn’t miss the slight pink hue that formed over his ears. “I suppose that is an alternative option. So, if I must...”

A flash of light burst from Lucifer’s fingertips as he murmured under his breath. Within seconds, the light faded, and Lucifer handed the stuffed Iguana back to Storm.

“Here, it’s just a normal stuffed animal now.” Lucifer felt his heart sink as she snatched the plushie back, holding it tight to her chest. “I don’t see what your attachment is to such an ugly looking thing, but to each their own I suppose.”

“Hey! If liftin’ the curse was that easy, why’d ya try to burn it to ashes!?” Mammon snarled, though felt a sense of satisfaction when glancing toward Storm.

“We have more important matters to discuss Mammon.” Lucifer growled, taking a step toward him. “I know that you have knowledge about the illegal Casino here, and you’re going to tell me what you know. Now.”

“Uhh...” Mammon stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y’know, I just remembered I got someplace to be! See ya!”

He tried to turn the opposite direction, but Diavolo swiftly stepped in front of him with his arms crossed. “Mammon...”

Lucifer took another step closer, but Diavolo held up his hand, urging him to pause.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll interrogate Mammon and get the information we need.” Diavolo smiled, clasping a firm hand to Mammon’s shoulder. “I think your presence will only encourage him to be dishonest just to get us off his back. And Storm’s presence would also not be wonderful, so why don’t you escort her home?”

Lucifer nodded as Diavolo grasped Mammon by the shoulder, turning and walking toward a dark corner of the fair. No. 2 followed close behind, giggling maniacally and mocking Mammon for his whimpers in fear.

“I have no doubt Diavolo will get the information we need.” Lucifer smiled, but it quickly faded to a frown. “My work here is likely done, so we can return home now.”

“Wait...” Storm pressed a hand to his forearm as he begun to turn around, stopping him in his tracks.

Lucifer sucked in a breath, nearly shuddering at how tenderly she she touched him. “What’s the matter?”

“Well...I mean, Mammon and I were so wrapped up in trying to find you guys for No. 2 that we didn’t really get to enjoy much...and I’ve never been to something like this in the Devildom before, so...” She bit her lip, averting her gaze. “If you’d want to, I mean...could we-”

Lucifer chuckled. “Of course, Storm. Perhaps it would be good for me to have a bit of fun after such a stressful week.”

Lucifer took her by the arm, linking it tightly in his. He lead her directly back to the Ferris wheel, and her heart dropped with anxiety. She was happy to get off of the damn thing with Mammon- the height making her feel unreasonably anxious. Though, with Lucifer holding his arm around her as they entered the line, the anxiety she felt melted away slightly.

Once up in the air, Storm’s gaze was fixated again on her feet. Lucifer eyed her curiously, watching her try to take deep breaths. By now he was able to recognize when she was feeling anxious, and wondered why it appeared to be occurring now.

“Seems like you were having quiet a good time with Mammon.” He noted, watching her eyes briefly meet his before dropping back to her feet. “You say you came here looking for Diavolo and me, but perhaps you two were just using it as an excuse to spend some alone time together and enjoy the carnival instead.”

Storm furrowed her brow, slowly lifting her eyes to meet his. “I mean, it was okay, I suppose. But being stuck together and yanked around in the haunted house wasn’t exactly fun, and being teased the entire time by No. 2 wasn’t either. I’m also not exactly...fond of heights.” She swallowed turning her attention back to her feet. “Though, the games we played were fun.”

Lucifer hummed in response, feeling relieved that she didn’t have as great of a time as he had feared. “Diavolo and I came here to investigate an illegal casino, but we weren’t actually able to locate it. The ghosts and demons who run the carnival can be surprisingly stubborn. Still, I don’t plan to give up just yet. I’m sure Mammon knows something.”

Storm nodded, shifting her weight carefully so as not to disturb the stability of the cart. “Yeah, No. 2 said they’d followed you here to try to figure out what you’re up to, but I have a feeling they just wanted to enjoy the fair. They seemed to have a blast. And based off of Mammon’s responses when No. 2 asked him about the Casino, I’d say you’d probably get everything you need out of him.”

Lucifer nodded with a light chuckle, continuing to observe her demeanor. “Storm, there was something I wanted to ask you, by the way.”

Storm met his eyes again, her heart flipping in her chest at the anticipation of what he was going to ask. “Oh? What’s that?”

Lucifer crossed his arms and leaned back, causing the cart to sway slightly. Storm gripped the seat tightly, her knuckles white as a result of the strain. “You and Diavolo are becoming quite close now that you’re co-stars of the play, wouldn’t you say?”

“I suppose...” She shrugged, carefully glancing down toward the carnival and trying to relive her discomfort at being up so high. “Why?”

“Well, ever since this whole play idea began, Diavolo hasn’t quite seemed like himself to me.” Lucifer bowed his head, the sheepishness in his appearance almost coming as a surprise to Storm. “At first glance, he seems like his usual, jovial self...but something has just felt...off.”

Storm nodded. “Are you talking about how he’s kind of been avoiding you?”

Lucifer shot his gaze up to her, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ve taken notice?”

She nodded once more. “Yeah. He’s been really dodgy on rehearsing and canceling last minute for seemingly no reason- and like, I saw how he was the past few days of rehearsal too- like his mind is elsewhere all the time.”

Lucifer nodded rapidly in agreeance. “Yes! Precisely. I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is strange. Even more of the problem though is that he refuses to acknowledge it himself, and seems to be hiding something from me...though I can’t quiet pinpoint what...Would you happen to know anything about why this might be, Storm?”

Storm thought for a moment, chewing her lip and glancing out at the skyline. Her anxiety about the ride seemed to have melted throughout their conversation. “I’m not so sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s imaginary. Something’s definitely wrong, and regardless of if he doesn’t talk to you about it, you should be there to support him. I know that it’s hard feeling like you’re left in the dark about something- especially with someone you know and trust- but should he choose to open up to it, it would be terrible for him to think you would think ill of him because of his odd behavior.”

Lucifer blinked back his surprise at the shockingly solid advice provided by the human. “So...You’re saying Diavolo needs my support despite me not knowing what needs supporting...”

Storm nodded. “And I mean, have you even tried directly asking him what’s up? I’m sure if you tell him you’re concern he will open up to you.”

“Hmm...” He nods, seemingly to himself. “Yes, perhaps you have a point. I will try talking to him directly. Thank you, I appreciate your feedback and support- it was helpful.”

“Of course.” Storm smiled at him. “After as much as you’ve provided me I figured I could eventually return the favor.”

Lucifer chuckled, leaning back and spreading his arms over the back of the seat. “To think that the Avatar of Pride himself would rely on a human for support to this degree...It’s funny. I’d never thought of myself as needing this type of care.”

Storm laughed. “Just imagine what your brothers would say.”

Lucifer shook his head. “Absurd, the idea. They would probably be frozen in shock.”

The two laughed lightly, before fading into a comfortable silence. The cart stopped at the peak, seemingly letting off riders and allowing more on. Lucifer sighed, knowing that their time would soon be up. He glanced down, trying to calculate how much longer of such a pleasant moment he had with Storm.

Suddenly, he felt the weight in the cart shift, and Storm’s hands were resting on his knees. When he turned back to ask what she was doing, he was met with her lips gently pressing against his. His eyes widened, and then slowly closed as he met the kiss eagerly, cupping his pal one gently near her jawline. Their mouths moved gently against each others, passionately breaking the tension that had been building for the past week. When they parted, he felt his heartbeat begin to flutter with excitement, now noticing how beautiful she looked uplit by the carnival lights.

Lucifer shook his head, smiling faintly to himself as he admired her beauty. His thoughts raced with what he could possibly say in response, wondering if she’d laugh at him for nearly praying she would take the opportunity to kiss him. “Your boldness never ceases to amaze me, Storm.”

Storm smiled warmly, but felt a bit of nervousness from the blank reaction begin to fester in her tummy. “I hope that means that kissing you was okay...”

Lucifer chuckled, reaching over to tuck some loose hair behind her ear. He slowly moved to kiss her again, resting his hand on the back of her neck as they both melted into each other. On the second part, he flashed a coy smirk. “I hope that answers your question.”

She blushed, though nodded in response. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him, finding equal radiance in how the carnival lights lit the sharp features on his face and silky black hair.

He dropped his gaze from hers after suddenly feeling embarrassed under her observation, shaking his head once more as a deep blush sprouted on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “I guess I really have changed, hm? You wouldn’t have pictured me like this when we first met.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing...” Storm teased, lightly bumping her leg against his.

Lucifer smiled in response. He placed his hand gently over her knee, smoothing over the exposed skin through one of the holes in her jeans with his thumb. “No, it’s not bad...just...unusual.”

“DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!” Fern shouted directly into Vivi’s ear, causing her to smack them in the chest.

“Jesus fuck, you didn’t have to scream in my ear!” She rubbed her earlobe, now in a worse mood than when they first entered the carnival and got their picture taken by Mephistopheles- who was also met with a swift backhand from Vivi.

“Well I’m sorry but like...look! Look at them! They’re making out up there!” Fern groaned in annoyance, pointing to where Lucifer and Storm were leaned into each others faces at the peak of the Ferris Wheel.

“Oh my god, that’s hot.” Sarah fanned her face, gushing over the scene before her. “We just better make sure we don’t tell you-know-who about it. Not that great wank material to be honest.”

“Sarah, please.” Vivi groaned, trying to erase the imagery from her mind.

“I think Mammon would actually lose his mind,” Belphie noted, “but that still might be fun to watch.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be hurt like that, you ass hat.” Fern smacked Belphie on the back of the head. He glared at them, rubbing the space tenderly. “Mammon’s a good noodle, he’s just kind of a dummy.”

“Ick. He probably stinks like booze and cigars.” Vivi fake-gagged, causing Satan to laugh in amusement.

“What are you guys going on about?” Beelzebub gnawed mindlessly on a turkey leg, now bringing his attention back to the individuals in front of him.

“Lucifer and Storm getting it on up there.” Sarah pointed to the top cart, where they had now seemed to have parted and sat staring at each other.

“Ew, Sarah. I don’t need the image of an nasty old man fucking my friend, okay?” Fern groaned.

“Gross. Both of you are gross.” Vivi sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Why don’t they just date already?” Asmo whined. “Like, seriously? This teasing is unbearable.”

“As if you had a shot with her to begin with.” Satan scoffed, shaking his head.

“Oh, and you did?” Asmo snickered in response. “As I recall she specifically turned you down after saying that you scared her too much.”

“Asmo, you better shut your damn face if you know what’s good for you.” Satan growled, flushing in embarrassment.

“Wait a minute.” Vivi furrowed her brow. “You have a thing for her too?”

“Uhh...” Satan paused, trying to find the right words to say. “Well, I mean...I-”

“Oh, he had it bad for her alright.” Asmo rolled his eyes. “Talking about taking her on romantic dates and ways to flaunt her in front of Lucifer to make him jealous. He even asked for my advice on a sexy gift!”

Fern and Belphie snorted as Vivi socked Satan in the stomach. He doubled over, coughing, shortly before being kicked square in the ass. Satan was sent toppling over with a yelp, as the others began to laugh heartily at his pain.

“Fucking Disgusting.” Vivi growled, both feeling annoyed at Satan’s behavior and jealous of the affection he clearly harbored for Storm. “She’s got enough to worry about without you crap eating sons of a fuck tryin’ to get in her pants. Lucifer is bad enough as it is.”

“True, but anyone is better than Dracula’s bastard child.” Fern pouted. “Ugh, she’s to sweet for such a bitter old man.”

“You can say that again.” Belphie scoffed, earning a pointed glare from Fern.

“Well, anyone but him and you.”

Belphie was taken aback. “Wait, why! What’s the matter with me?!”

“Stinky!” Sarah giggled, nearly doubling over laughing as Belphie glared at her. “Stinky cowboy!”

“Great.” Lucifer shook his head as he approached with Storm on his arm. “What are you all doing here now?”

“We saw Storm was on a date with Mammon and came to crash it,” Asmo smiled evilly, “but now it seems she’s gotten a private date with both of you, which hardly seems fair!”

“We want some quality time with Storm too.” Beelzebub added through a mouth full of popcorn, the purchasing of which was not noticed by anyone there.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Why don’t we all just grab something to eat. I doubt you all have eaten dinner given the fact that Mammon was supposed to prepare it tonight.”

“Never mind, that sounds good too.” Beelzebub licked his lips. “I can’t wait.”

Storm giggled, leaning forward and poking Beel in the tummy. Beelzebub gave a soft squeak in response, before letting out a small laugh. After meeting her eyes for a moment, the others distracted by talking about what to eat for dinner, Beelzebub effortlessly grabbed her out from under Lucifer’s arm. He flung Storm over his shoulder, taking off running before anyone could stop him.

“We get to pick what’s for dinner!” Storm sang out through her laughter, bouncing on Beel’s shoulder as he bounded through the crowd, followed closely behind by the others. They shouted at Beel to slow down, trying their best to keep up with him as he turned into the pop-up cafe. He set Storm down gently at the entrance, holding the door open for everyone as they finally caught up.

“I hope I’m not bugging you.” Heart noted as they slid into Levi’s room, maneuvering around the piles of fabric, sewing supplies, and unfinished projects for the play. “I know you’re super busy.”

“Oh, t-that’s okay!” Leviathan stammered, still not used to how eager Heart always was to hang out with him. “I was just thinking I needed a break, so I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh, by the way...” Heart reached into their sachel and pulled out a set of Anime DVDs and handed them to Levi. “I finished the series yesterday so I figured I’d bring it back.”

“OMG.” Levi snatched the DVD’s excitedly and tossed the set on his desk. his pupils were wide as he turned his excited attention back to Heart. “What did you think of the ending?! Did you cry? Wasn’t it so sad!?

“I can’t believe the princess sacrificed herself to save the village when the knights were only like 5 minutes away and could have saved it themselves!” Heart sighed. “I know they did it for the drama but like, damn man! How depressing!”

“I know right!” Levi groaned wiping away a stray tear. “Gah, just thinking about it makes me emotional!”

“Thats a mood.” Heart chuckled as Levi began digging through a drawer on his desk.

“Since you are officially a member of the Princess Agaetha of Rame, the Legendary Ghost Village of Bakareem, and the Round Table Knights Who Vow to Protect Them,” Levi kneeled, holding out his hand, “I grant you, Heart, this honorary badge!”

Heart chuckled as they took the small button Levi held in his palm. It was the same colors as the knight’s flags in the show, and had a quote from the show, stating “Comrades indeed are the essentials to survival.” Heart smiled, finding Levi’s obscure Otaku fascinations to be charming, and something that they could bond over with both him and Sarah.

The three had become extremely close over the past couple months, but Heart felt a special bond with Levi for some reason. They couldn’t quite place their finger on why, but they seemed to understand each other well. They also knew that they weren’t quite fit for a relationship together, but were close enough to talk about their crushes- both on shows and in real life. Levi gave Heart surprisingly sound advice on how to become closer to Asmo, and Heart in turn went out of their way to often include Sarah in hangouts so Levi could spend time with her. Though, Levi was always disgruntled when Heart would suddenly and suspiciously find an excuse to leave the room, knowing that they were doing it on purpose to give him some alone time with her.

“Is everyone off doing their own thing? We were supposed to do fittings when I’m done with their new outfits but the house has been weirdly quiet for the past hour.”

“They all bailed and went to the Carnival to crash Storm and Mammon’s date or something.” Heart rolled his eyes, plopping down on one of Levi’s plush bean bags as he searched for something to watch.

“Wait, they all left without telling me?” Levi paused, turning to face Heart with dejected eyes. “Why wouldn’t they invite me along?”

Heart felt their chest ache for the hurt shown in Levi’s eyes. “I’m not sure, but It was pretty shitty of them to do that- that’s for sure.”

Levi sighed, going back to digging through his Anime collection. He finally found one that was more lighthearted about anthropomorphic animals, and switched it on. They sat in silence for a while; the tension in the air hung thick over them as Levi’s disappointment and envy festered. Suddenly, a ping in the group chat with his brothers alerted him, and he opened up his phone to see tons of group pictures of his brothers and the other humans at the carnival, as well as a restaurant where they seemed to be having a great time...all without him.

Levi stifled tears as he threw his phone to the side. “Can they make it more obvious that they don’t want me around?”

Heart blinked in surprise. “What do you mea-”

“I mean exactly what I said.” Levi snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “None of them like me- not even Storm, and She’s supposed to be my friends. They’d all rather just do things without me because I’m just an annoying Otaku.”

“Levi, that’s not true.” Heart shook their head standing up to move closer.

“Then why is this always the case?!” Levi yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. Heart jolted back in surprise as Levi continued on, displaying his hurt outwardly in full. “It’s always that everyone else gets first dibs on dates with Storm and she hardly puts up an argument! Even Sarah is the same way- Like, you’ve had to pull teeth to get her to hang out with me! And my brothers never want me around- they all just think I’m some stupid shut in and an embarrassment of a brother.”

After finally letting it all out, Levi collapsed back down in his beanbag, burying his head in his hands. Heart’s own heart ached at the sight of him breaking down, feeling so terrible for how lowly Leviathan thought of himself.

“Levi...” Heart sighed, kneeling in front of him. “Just because you’re different than the rest of them doesn’t make you stupid or unlikeable. I know that, and Storm does too. If she really wasn’t friends with you, do you think all of those stories about your time with her during the first year of the human exchange program would exist?”

Levi shrugged, sniffling quietly.

Heart shook their head, placing their hand gently on his shoulder blade. “I don’t think they would be. And maybe it is true that you isolate more than most, but that doesn’t mean that they had bad intentions for not inviting you along.”

Levi shrugged again. “I find it hard to believe that.”

Heart nodded. “I get that. For now, why don’t we just play games for awhile to take your mind off things. Henry and I are here, and if we would have gone alone, we would have invited you for sure.”

Levi glanced up over his fingertips. “R-really?”

Heart nodded. “I don’t really like date crashing anyway, and I’m sure you wouldn’t have either. So lets enjoy something better.”

Levi smiled, nodding once and wiping the stray tears from his cheeks. “Y-yeah. That sounds good. Thanks, Heart. You’re a good friend.”

Heart smiled, handing him a controller. “You are too Levi, even if you don’t believe me.”

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kitsuga · 2 months ago

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Loading Screen. {Leviathan x Reader/MC}

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A fic in which Levi tries to express his feelings but MC makes the move.

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Tags: fluff, kissing, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, leviathan/levi x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, leviathan/levi

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: Written on: June 27, 2021

I just felt like writing this one day for my best of all friends and I have nothing else to say beyond that, really. Also, nervous levi agenda thank you

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“Woo-hoo! Another series: done. Hurry up MC, I’m gonna start the next one!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” MC called, rushing over to plop onto the floor-bound makeshift blanket fort with an arm full of snacks to restock their supply. “Don’t hit play yet!”

“Too late! No time! Gotta play it now!”

“Levi!” They whined, pushing him over and rewinding the previous 10 seconds they missed just to prove a point while he laughed.

He bounced back up, pretending to have done it too hard and bumped into their side, causing them to fall over a bit as well. The two of them fought back and forth for a short while, laughing comfortably with each other until their new show’s opening ended—that was when they settled down. MC leaned their head against his shoulder, and Levi suddenly realized the position he was in and stiffened up; he started to get nervous and shy despite being in the same situation time and time again.

Once the show actually started, it was easy for him to get lost in it and forget the warmth of MC cuddling up beside him, wrapping their arms around his waist and mindlessly feeding him snacks as time went on. As the episode came to an end, however, the cursed black loading screen reminded him once more of his (epic!) predicament. MC nuzzled against him for a bit before sitting up, noticing his nerves plain as day on his face in the very same reflection.

“I think this one’s going to be good; what did you think about it?”

“The premise is good but the executions a little slow. If they had used proper elements of a magical girl anime instead of trying to fake it and make their own, it would hold more attention of the viewers but instead they made it seem more like an off-brand mecha and that--”

He continued on his rant relentlessly, MC wasn’t sure he ever took a breath within it. He spouted off a lot of explanations, most of which they picked up a few words from, but mostly just nodded in silence with a smile on their face. They looked content, happy to listen to him and pretty interested in what he had to say—whenever it was cohesive, at least. Their gentle smile is what caused Levi to pause and stare at them.

“You know,” he started, “I’m glad you’re here. I’m pretty happy that you’re willing to do this with me.” His face started to heat up, and his face contorted to a pained look as though he were battling with himself to get words out. “I mean, I have no one else to do this with. I’m just--”

“Aw, Levi,” they teased, a small smirk growing on their lips, “are you trying to compliment me?”

“No!” A lie. “Let me talk!”

MC threw their hands up in defense, nonchalantly twisting their lips to the side and eyes following suit as they pretended not to care. Levi took a deep breath before launching back into his speech.

“I’m just, glad that you like me—and that you like me enough to sit here and do all that gross couple stuff with me, and that you listen to me even if you’re a bit of a normie and don’t understand the golden depth of my reviews, and--” he quickly started to spiral into a nervous, embarrassed fit and fidgeted with his hands, “and you know I just, I... I lo- lov- I lo-”

The more Levi stuttered, the worse he felt. As his heart started to leap out of his throat, he could feel it breaking into pieces; this wasn’t how he wanted to do it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now he looks like a complete fool—MC wouldn’t like him back after this! Even if they were already dating—they'd definitely want to leave after this, he certainly did. His eyes shot up from his hands to their own eyes as their hands covered his. Their smile was so gentle, he almost shattered into pieces under the sheer intense pressure he found himself under.

“Hey,” their teasing tone replaced with something he’d describe as angelic, “if you can’t say it out loud, go ahead and use this.”

It was only then that he realized they dropped his phone in his hands. They tilted their head and smiled even brighter, knowing just what would make him feel better. His hands shook as he typed out a text message to them at lightning speed, thumb now hovering over the send button; he closed his eyes shut tight as he hit send and groaned, throwing himself backwards and laying on the floor. He complained to MC that they insist on making his life difficult, when all he wanted to do was watch anime.

‘I love you. I wanted to say it without stuttering, or in some cool like, shojo-style way since it was the first time, but I ruined it.’

Levi was almost too afraid to look at his phone whenever it went off.

‘Sit up.’

Reluctantly, he did as he was told and had already opened his mouth to complain, apologize, deflect, anything he had to do to save face but instead of needing to save it, MC held it instead.

Gently, they cupped their hands around his face and leaned in slowly, only kissing the tip of his nose. The small kiss was so full of affection, Levi wondered if he was going to cry; his body relaxed a bit, his face melting into their hold as he looked at them through his lashes and a pout on his lips to offset the look of love in his eyes and blush on his face.

Words didn’t need to be said. He didn’t need to say it again, they didn’t need to say it to him. He didn’t need to ask them to kiss him again, they leaned in again and gave him a deep, loving kiss. When they pulled away, he stared at their lips until they leaned in again and again. His heart was racing and he felt as though he were on Cloud 9; he didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he thanked whatever god may have had a hand in it.

The anime played through episode after episode, long forgotten in the background; their love reflected on the black background between them. He’d definitely be able to tell them the right way next time.

#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader #kitsu.writes #kitsu.om #kitsu.om levi #obey me leviathan #om leviathan #obm leviathan #obey me #obey me fanfic

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three-realms-archive · 3 months ago

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First Dates

(so! what would first dates with each of the brothers be like??? i feel like obm! and otome games like it in general tend to skip over things like this, so hey have this)

(slighttttttttttttt lesson 16 og obm! reference)

An eldest brother stands in his room, torn. Pride takes on many forms, it seems; and the Avatar of Pride has to make a choice.

Does he show you off, as he so desperately wants to, and parade you around the Devildom’s fanciest areas with extravagant dinners, popular theatre, and breathtaking views? Or does he keep you to himself, as he so desperately wants to, to snuggle with you under his covers after a romantic movie and a bottle of Demonus?

It’s a tough choice to make; but it also shouldn’t be, for someone as thorough as he is. So why, then, does he struggle? Why, when it comes to you, is it always so… difficult?

No. Lucifer knows this isn’t the right way to think of things. You make nothing difficult. You’ve brought his family back together; you’ve brought light to his grieving, shadowed heart… you’ve made everything as easy as breathing.

What the Avatar of Pride is too prideful to admit is that he is the one - for once - doubting his choices; all in the hopes of pleasing you.

A second-oldest brother sits in his bed, buzzing as he clutches his D.D.D - checking it every five seconds. He is two hours early, already-dressed, as he contends with his ever-magnetic pull towards you. He could show up two hours early. Maybe it’ll impress you, earning him more points on his imaginary first-date scoreboard.

Or he could wait the two hours out. Maybe it would creep you out less?

Regardless, Mammon's grip on his phone strengthens as he re-opens the app he also keeps checking - his mail app. He makes sure the tickets to the amusement park are still there, before searching for the amusement park website on the DevilNet to make sure it still exists. And then he searches through the rides to make sure the ferris wheel is still there because that’s where all the human movie couples have kisses and confessions and oh, Diavolo, if he keeps thinking about you and him doing romantic movie couple things he’s going to completely explode.

And so - the dopey, dreamy, dorky smile on the his face growing as he practically vibrates with anticipation - the Avatar of Greed sets down his D.D.D and waits.

… Until five seconds pass and he surrenders to the temptation of picking up his phone, checking everything once more.

A third-eldest brother talks to himself in the mirror. His ramblings are a mixture of practice pick-up lines, self-assurance, and self-deprecation at the practice pick-up lines.

It’s Levi's comfort zone. It should be his comfort zone, taking you to a local anime and gaming convention in the human world. It should be something he can navigate with ease… but then he looks at the polaroid he has taped to the top of his mirror. It’s of the two of you; you had secretly taken a selfie when he had fallen asleep after an all-night anime marathon, placing your chin on his shoulder and nuzzling your cheek against him. He had thanked Diavolo that you had left before he had opened his birthday card from you that same month; the polaroid falling unexpectedly out of the envelope, short-circuiting him.

Every so often, like now, he looks in the mirror and imagines your head on his shoulder once more - but, this time, with his wide-awake reflection standing beside you. Maybe even holding your hand.

And... he promptly short-circuits again, shaking his head as the inevitable thoughts of 'that would never happen' and 'you would never want that' flood his head.

This was going to take more than a few minutes of mirror practice.

A fourth-eldest brother reads, and reads, and reads. Books, dictionaries, gossip tabloids… All with ridiculous names like “Win Her Heart in Seven Steps” and “Flowchart to His Heart”. It’s what Satan falls back onto whenever he feels something unfamiliar and unknown: read, research, react. Read the material, research what to do, react accordingly.

He had invited you out to a cat café in the afternoon. He had read an advertisement for a couples’ promotion the café were running that week, booking a table in advance. He had researched the place thoroughly: the menus, the cat breeds, the seating arrangements... the cat breeds. Then, the day had come - and it was time to react.

… Except, he hadn’t checked the weather. So now the two of you are at the cat café; soaked so thoroughly that no cat wants to go near either of you.

You guess some things in life just happen unexpectedly no matter how much you plan, you say to console him as an apologetic manager walks over with a towel and a small litter of more-adventurous kittens. After drying off, the two of you begin to play with the kittens, who crawl up your clothes and mewl adorably. The Avatar of Wrath is rendered speechless by your smile.

You’re right, he realises. After all, he hadn’t planned for you to come to the Devildom.

And he couldn’t be happier that you did.

An objectively-fabulous, fifth-born brother seems confused by his own actions. He is objectively fabulous, put together, and always, always sure of himself. He’s never had this many clothes on hangers strewn across his bed before; mind working overtime as it imagines the different pattern and colour combinations on his body. He’s worn that shirt too many times in front of you. Those pants just don’t match the restaurant you’re going to. He can’t even decide between gold and silver jewellery - an easy decision that always comes naturally to him.

It’s not like he’s lost his touch. He knows what goes well with what… But when he imagines you looking at him, the self-doubt begins to rise uncomfortably in his chest.

… And, now, he hears you knocking on the door. And then, for the first time in his life as a demon, he walks to the door in the outfit he already has on.

And when he hears you gush over his outfit, his hair and he face… he can’t help but blush when an amazing, incredible realisation hits him.

You’d always love him - however he looked.

You’d always love him for who he was.

A sixth-born brother apologises profusely to yet another team member trying to navigate the RAD locker room. The demon waves him off with an understanding smile and a pat on the back… as do all the other demons on the RAD Fangol team, who also inevitably bump into the sixth-born Avatar of Sin. He’s unusually distracted, clumsy and talkative; but his team all know why.

“Hey, do I look okay?”

“Do you think coach remembers I’m going early?”

“Forecast said 1% precipitation on TV this morning. Should I move the date inside?”

All of his Fangol team - and probably all of RAD - know about his date. This is half-because he won’t stop talking about it to people he meets; and half-because his unusual, dazed behaviour makes it impossible for someone to not want to find out.

“Do you know I have a date tonight?” He asks for the umpteenth time to some old lady sitting next to him on the park bench he’s meant to wait for you at. The elderly demon feeds the crows, unresponsive - but not without a knowing, fond smile on her face. She doesn’t dare interrupt his happiness as he continues to excitedly run his plans by her; talking and talking and talking because, if he doesn’t, the hunger to see you consumes him.

When he sees you… That is when he finally becomes speechless.

The youngest of seven brothers zooms from place to place, making sure to cover all the ground in his bedroom. He meticulously - almost obsessively -removes anything sharp, anything spooky-looking, and even his twin brother’s open snack packets all get ziplocked or clipped shut.

The former monster of the attic cannot risk making you uncomfortable. He has a chance - one, single, precious chance - at something his brothers all had managed long before he came along:

One shot to earn your forgiveness.

One shot to be in the running for your heart.

Even this single date had come months after he had… done what he did. He wasn’t complaining, though. At first, he had considered the fact that you had looked his way at all a bout of incredible luck. When you had started conversing with him again, it was a miracle. And when you had asked him out on a date… it was no longer outside forces. Unless it was some stupid, twisted joke - or a blissful, bittersweet dream - this date was a chance.

So the Avatar of Sloth diligently fends off the alluring, drowsy pull of his sin; checking every nook and cranny of his room before you come over for a movie night and sleepover.

He cannot waste this chance.

(hey hey hey, sorry for the inactivity - i'm so so busy omfg. as a result, uploads might start slowing down or might be limited to headcannons and short snippets that come to mind; i'm also gonna start focusing the next few on the side characters for once ahahaha. anyways, have a good day people :D)

#i wanna do this for the side characters too #i feel like diavolo would go all no1 with the most intimidating thing for the first date like a marching band #meanwhile raphael has elements of traditional first dates from the 60s to the 2020s cuz he doesnt know what a date should have #he just knows he wants one #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me writing #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff

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pro-mammonologist · 1 year ago

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Something I really love is seeing the traditionally dominant obm! boys (Luci, Satan, Beel, Dia, Barb) slowly become more comfortable with being submissive. The idea of them asking for it and being honest with you even though it’s embarrassing to them is so heartwarming. Taking super stressed Lucifer who does everything and just wants a fucking break let Mc take the reins and just let him fall apart??? Yes??? Lucifer going from super shy with his noises and super conscious of his reactions to literally yelling in pleasure and losing all restraints??? Delicious!!!!!! And then him asking for it AGAIN??? God yes. Can the devs feed us a crumb of subby demons? Especially Luci?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #Lucifer x mc #obey me nightbringer

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seraphob · 11 months ago

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• #obmちびくり企画 • The Christmas you deserved 🎄• Obey me! Nightbringer

Merry Christmas 🎁 I hope everyone enjoys it and spend it comforting atmosphere 🤍✨

#obey me #obey me fanart #digital art #obey me nightbringer #illustration #obey me shall we date #obey me raphael #raphael obey me #raphael fanart #obey me christmas #christmas #merry christmas #merry xmas #holiday

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misc-obeyme · 23 days ago

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omg okay so this is gonna sound a lil silly but seeing you be in your late 30's and still very much into obm has been SUPER comforting for someone who's nearly in my 30's myself. 😭🫶 I was starting to feel out of place in the fandom because all I saw was teens (which there's nothing wrong with ofc !! it's just nice to know there's also older fans actively in the fandom!)

This does not sound silly at all, anon!

I know how that feels, obviously lol! We definitely have a lot of young people in this fandom and of course I'm thrilled to see it! In fact, I quite like to see such amazing younger artists and writers.

But it can make you feel a little out of place when you're one of the only older people. But I promise there are more of us than it seems! Certainly less of us, perhaps, but we are here!

I'm so happy that I could bring you (and possibly others) a little comfort about this! I want to be the example that it's okay to enjoy things, no matter what age you are. In fact, I have never needed the comfort and entertainment that Obey Me brings me more at any other time in my life. So it feels like I found it at the perfect time.

Thank you for sharing this! Don't worry, you belong here!

#honestly it's an honor to think that others are comforted about their own age knowing I'm out here being om obsessed at mine lol #anon asks #misc answers

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 2 years ago

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-ˊˎ༻🫧~ Welcome to the Mermaid Garden Library~🫧༺ ˎˊ-

Author: E/Ocean |💐| Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them |💐| Age: 18 |💐| Zodiac: Gemini Sun, Cancer Rising, Virgo Moon |💐| MBTI: Infp

Welcome to the Garden Library, take a seat and enjoy the view!

🍀-About the library: Various kinds of headcannons, imagines, scenarios, fanfics and more for various fandoms! I reblog almost anything to fluff to semi nsfw things, but it all depends on the content. I write for most AUs and yandere content. Please talk to me about the things I hyperfixate on and feel free to interact with me no matter what! This account will be posting sfw things, until I am comfortable with Nsfw things. This is a semi Yandere blog, and is NOT spoiler free

🍀- 🪸.Mermaid Time : My personal tag I use everything. It lets me know what fics are mine and keeps track of everything I wrote in case I'm looking for something specific. I also use it on other random posts.

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captainai-47 · 2 years ago

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OC MASTERLIST

General Background

Get to know her ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

The Agency and Isa's Career (๑ १д१)

Character Lore !!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

The Human Realm ヽ(*。>Д<;)o゜

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Have some random, simple, complex, whatever kind of questions about my OBM Mc? Put it on my Inbox and I'll answer them!

Fanfics (*/ω＼*)

~Convincing~ (Demon Form Isa! x Og! Luci)

Lonely Little Ember (Comfort)

By @flappingdragon

Contains NSFW

Easter Special!

A Vacation to Remember (Full Fic)

Tongue

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Monster Isa!

Lucifer in Heat

Healing Isabella

Rando Horny

Fun Facts about Isabella

Isa and her night terrors

Welcome home dinner (and dessert)

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me oc #dom mc #obey me one master to rule them all #mc obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me my mc #obey me masterlist #isafer writes

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years ago

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Ten}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

WC: ~5.1k

CW: time skipping from main plot (I’m not doing certain parts of the canon story and/or are doing them out of order because I didn’t like them the way they were and it’s my story so there lol), brief appearance of Mephistopheles (but no spoilers), anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, sarcasm, suggestive, love triangle, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part nine <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> Part eleven

“Man...how’d I get stuck doin’ this?” Mammon mumbled, dragging his feet slightly behind Storm and No. 2 as they approached the entrance to the carnival.

“Well I can’t say I mind much though, because this means I get to be with Storm!” Little D No. 2 mocked, pretending to voice-over Mammon’s thoughts.

“Aye, quit it!” Mammon grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I thought I told ya to keep yer mouth shut!”

Storm ignored their bickering, gazing up at the huge Ferris Wheel that stood adjacent to the gate. “It always amazes me that y’all have similar stuff in Devildom that we do in the Human realm.”

“They got stuff like this in the Celestial Realm too.” Mammon smirked, turning his attention away from No. 2. He watched her gaze float around the tent-tops and various rides. “One time I took Beel and Belphie to a carnival under Michael’s nose, ‘n they were so happy...but then they wandered off and I couldn’t find them. It was a real pain in the ass.”

“Probably because you weren’t keeping an eye on them in the first place.” No. 2 giggled, skipping happily along in front of the pair.

“Shut it, pipsqueak.” Mammon gritted his teeth. “Remember, we’re doin’ ya a favor here! Ya should give me some respect!”

Storm chuckled, shaking her head as Mammon attempted to scold the small demon, who was clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying. The carnival lights twinkled in the foggy night sky, creating a lazy hue of green, yellow, and purple over the pavement. Each tent held some sort of activity or food, and the air was filled with an aroma of fried food. The sounds of laughter, boisterous carnies advertising their games, and vacant chatter filled the streets, creating an abnormally full atmosphere in the usually quiet streets that surrounding the large park in the center of town.

“So, What brings Diavolo and Lucifer here on an investigation?” She pondered aloud, trailing her fingers and the thick canvas tent they passed by.

“Ohoho! Apparently it’s something very scandalous and exciting!” No. 2 turned to face them, now walking backwards blindly into the crowed. “You see, there’s this rumor that the carnival is actually a front for an illegal casino!”

Mammon cleared his throat, turning away to try to hide the guilt plastered over his face. Storm took no notice, instead shrugging her shoulders in response.

“I mean, isn’t that kind of what carnival games are already? They’re always rigged as fuck, and you’re basically placing a bet on whether you can win the game. The only difference is that you get a shitty prize instead of the bets placed.”

“W-well, it’s not like I know anythin’ about some illegal casino o-or nothin’ of course.” Mammon swallowed hard, darting his gaze between No. 2 and Storm, who both raised an eyebrow at him.

“We didn’t ask if you knew anything...” No. 2 narrowed their eyes, causing Mammon to begin to sweat nervously.

“A-actually, y’know what? I completely forgot that I got this, uh...thing...to do tonight, so...I-I can’t come with ya to find Lucifer and Diavolo after all!” Mammon turned on his heel, beginning to speed walk the other direction.

“Wha- wait!! Mammon!” Storm turned, jogging to catch up with him. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“W-well, Lucifer’s here...he’ll find ya eventually.”

“That’s not very responsible of you, Mammon...” No. 2 scolded. “Losing both of us in one day? It’s a wonder you don’t get turned around in your own house.”

Mammon growled, turning to try to walk away again. Though, he stopped when he felt a gentle tug on his jacket sleeve. He felt his face heat up as Storm’s hand slipped into his, her fingers curling around his own. He swallowed hard and coughed into his arm to hide the growing heat on his cheeks.

“Mammon, please...” Storm murmured, trying to fight off the ruminating fears of being left alone, surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar place. “Please stay...”

Mammon groaned, stealing a glance into Storm’s shimmering icy eyes. Maybe it was the twinkling lights that gave her the cutest puppy-like expression he had ever seen, but regardless of the reason, he found it near impossible to refuse her. “Agh, Dammit...Fine. I’ll stay, okay! Ya happy now?! And stop lookin at me like that!”

No. 2 let out a high pitched laugh, nearly squealing in delight. “I love how you’re such a pushover Mammon!”

“Shaddup!” Mammon snapped, pointing threateningly at No. 2. “Ya best watch yer mouth, pipsqueak, or yer gonna have a date with the underside of my shoe!”

Storm smiled, squeezing his hand to get his focus back to her. “Thank you, Mams.”

Mammon snorted in faux disdain, turning his head away as the blush darkened. “whatever, let’s just find them and go home.”

They walked side-by-side through the gates of the carnival, trying to see if the fur on Lucifer’s coat collar or the bright red pattern on Diavolo’s suit-jacket could be seen amongst the crowd. Suddenly, a bright flash of light caused both Storm and Mammon’s vision to go white for a moment, creating spots around their vision as they rubbed their eyes clear.

“Oi! What the hell was that!” Mammon darted his vision around, trying to get a glimpse of what had flashed right in front of them.

“Aw, what a perfect picture for the Newspaper club Devilgram,” The magenta-haired demon before them remarked, before snatching a polaroid out of the fanny pack at his side. “That’ll be 100 Grimm.”

“Excuse me!?” Mammon snapped. “Mephisto! What the hell’re ya doin?!”

“Now now, Mammon. It’s his job to take your picture...and then pressure you into buyin’ it.” No. 2 chuckled, snatching the photo from Mephistopheles’ hands and running off with it.

“No. 2! Get yer tiny ass back here!” Mammon yelled after the demon, attempting to run after him only to be caught by the collar.

“I believe I said you owed 100 Grimm.” Mephistopheles growled, holding out his other hand for payment.

“I didn’t ask ya to take our picture!”

“Well, they seemed to want the photo,” he smirked. “Besides, I’m sure such a cute couples picture will make many folks quite jealous.”

“C-couple?!” Mammon stuttered, his face turning red once more. “W-well...I...”

“It’s fine, Mammon. I got it.” Storm sighed, digging in her purse and fishing out a large golden coin. “Here. Thank you for the picture.”

Mephistopheles snatched the coins out of Storm’s hand flashing her a fake smile. “The pleasure is all mine, human.”

"Uh, you know my name. It’s Storm.” She corrected, narrowing her eyes at him. Mephistopheles ignored her, strolling off with his camera already pointed at newly arriving visitors. She sighed, turning back toward Mammon, only to fine he had ran off. She saw the tips of his snowy white hair near the entry to a nearby game, rushing over to meet him there.

“...And Storm looks crazy cute, doesn’t she? So you should really be thanking me for forcing you to buy it!” No. 2 squirmed around in Mammon’s iron grasp, trying desperately to escape his hold.

Mammon’s gaze appeared to be transfixed on the photo as Storm approached from behind him. “Hmm...well, I guess it did turn out pretty good...”

“You can say she looks cute, c’mon!” No. 2 teased, kicking Mammon in the chest. “I know you’re thinking how much you wanna smooch her!”

“Stop that!” Mammon shook No. 2, causing him to be a bit disoriented. “Stop sayin’ what I’m thinkin’ out loud!”

Storm blinked, surprised to hear Mammon admit to having thought she was cute. She’d be lying if she’d said she hadn’t had a crush on him in the past. She thought Mammon was sweet at times, but her interest in him diminished the more his insults and degradation stung her already sensitive self-esteem. Her breaking point was after the incident in the catacombs, where he had told her to die if he couldn’t be the one to save her. The comment wounded her more than anything he had said to her before, and it still haunted her thoughts to this day- particularly when he was being incredibly cold toward her.

“Um...” Storm squeezed near Mammon’s side, taking a look at the picture, “did it really turn out good?”

Mammon jumped, letting out a yelp when he felt her presence near his side. No. 2 fell to the ground with a grunt as Mammon’s grip on him faltered. Storm glanced at the picture for a moment, not really seeing how her half-closed eyes and blurry arm coming up to shield her face could be counted as ‘cute.’

“Listen, I know this is a really forward, impolite sort of question, but just out of curiosity...” No. 2 batted their eyelashes, “Storm, Mammon...Are you two dating?”

Mammon coughed aggressively at the unexpected question, his face immediately burning crimson at the question. He watched Storm out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge how she would respond. He knew that they weren’t dating, but he hoped deep down she would say yes- just to spare him the embarrassment of having to ask her out himself.

“What..? No.” Storm shook her head, her voice flat. “Why would you think that?”

Mammon’s expression dropped, feeling hurt that she had said ‘no’ so plainly.

“Right, of course you’re not.” No. 2 began laughing maniacally. “He is Mammon, after all. You could do much better, Storm.”

“Wait, what!?” Mammon snapped, attempting to snatch No. 2 up by their neck once more, but No. 2 dodged his grip.

“Well, Storm! As long as you’re single, what do you think of Lord Diavolo, hmm?” No. 2 nudged her forearm playfully. “I can assure you, he’s quite the catch, and he’s very rich so you wont ever have to worry about money. And he’s such a hunk- I mean, those Muscles?! Phew-wee! Plus you will have the very attentive Barbatos as your own steward as an added bonus!”

Storm blinked a few times, trying to process what No. 2 had said after speaking so quickly. Before she had a chance to speak, Mammon butted in.

“There’s so much messed up about what ya just said that I don’t even know where to start.” Mammon huffed, stuffing his hands back in his jacket pocket. “Ya really think someone like Storm could get with the prince of Devildom?”

Storm flashed Mammon a hurt glance, causing him to immediately glance down in shame. There’s a moment of tense silence between them, before No. 2 suddenly gasps.

“Oooh! Look! They have a crane game over there!” They skipped giddily toward the tent, tugging Storm’s pant leg along with them. “Oh! And check out the stuffed animals inside. Those are zombie iguanas, one of the hottest items in Devildom right now!”

“Oh, they’re cute!” Storm noted, following No. 2 toward the booth to get a closer look.

“C-cute? Those things??” Mammon scrunched up his nose. “Their so ugly!”

“They’re so adorable I can barely stand it!” No. 2 squealed.

“You two certainly have weird tastes...” Mammon scoffed, finally catching up to them at the booth.

“Mammon! I want one! Win one for me! Pleassseee?” No. 2 begged, hopping up and down in front of him.

“What!?” Mammon barked, shaking his head. “No way! We’re s’posed to be finding Lucifer and Diavolo! No playin’ games!”

“C’monnnnnn! Papa! Please please Papa! I want one so bad I can barely stand it! Pleeeaaassee!”

“G’AHH! Fine!” Mammon threw up his hands, grabbing the baseballs sitting on the booth counter. “If it gets ya to shut yer damn mouth, I’ll do it.”

He tossed 20 Grimm to the carnie before whipping three balls at once toward the totems stacked at the end of the booth’s range. After knocking over the totem on the first attempt, Mammon presented the zombie ignuana doll to No. 2.

“Eeeeee! Finally!” No. 2 clutched the doll tightly, spinning around with it. “My very own zombie iguana! Thanks papa! I love you soooooo much!”

Mammon kicked No. 2 away as he tried to hug him. “Quit callin’ me papa, dammit! I barely had any money to begin with and now I’m really poor!”

Storm giggled as No. 2 writhed about on the floor, happily singing about their new iguana.

“Hey...uh, Storm...” Mammon pulled her aside, shoving another zombie iguana in her arms. “I feel bad about sayin’ what I said earlier...y’know, about you ‘n Diavolo...so I managed to nab an extra plushie and...here. It’s yours.”

Storm smiled, accepting the plushie carefully. She squeezed it lightly, finding comfort in the give that the soft spandex material and light stuffing allowed. Her smile grew warmer as she looked into Mammon’s eyes. “I love it. Thanks, Mams.”

“I-I wasn’t tryn’a win it for ya or nothin’...it just...happened, okay?” Mammon turned away, beginning to walk the other direction as Storm called out to No. 2 and followed behind him.

“I’d assume if there was an entry to a hidden gambling den, it would be in plain sight, wouldn’t you agree?” Diavolo murmured to Lucifer as they walked into the gates of the Carnival, narrowly avoiding Mephistopheles and his Newspaper Club photo op.

“If I know anything about Mammon and demons like him, that much should be true.” Lucifer glanced around, hoping to spot some suspicious activity right off the bat. “Though I will say, Mammon has a knack for being sneaky, so we shouldn’t rule anything out. While it may be obvious, we don’t want to underestimate their intelligence.”

Diavolo chuckled. “Intelligence, huh? That wouldn’t be the first thing to come to mind when thinking of Mammon.

Lucifer held back the urge to glare at the prince for insulting his brother. “Yes. Mammon can be dense in a lot of ways- that is surely true- but If there’s one way he shines it’s with numbers, and he is quick with it too. I’m assuming we must be looking for something related to numbers, or the passcode is something to do with numbers.”

Diavolo nodded, impressed by Lucifer’s ability to so obviously dot on his brother’s strengths despite his cold exterior toward them normally. They first walked around the perimeter of the park, then worked their way inwards, interviewing carnies for what they may know casually, and watching more seedy demons make their rounds of the carnival. After an hour, they both sat for a break.

“Would you like anything to eat, Lucifer? I may help myself to some Black Tapir bacon on a stick.” Diavolo hummed at the thought. “I figure this can be some time for you to review the evidence we’ve gathered.”

Lucifer shuddered at the thought, finding the choice in food to be atrocious. “I’ll do fine with a bottle of water, though I don’t like the idea of you wandering off. I’ll join you.”

“Nonsense. I will just be at the booth here- so sit back and rest for a moment, would you? Just looking at you is giving me back pain.” Diavolo laughed and sauntered off to the booth only a few feet away, Leaving Lucifer alone near some benches and tables.

With a resided sigh, Lucifer sat and pulled out his notes, flipping through the comments scratched onto the paper. He sighed, rubbing his temple as he tried to put the pieces together, but the constant pinging of his phone was becoming incessant enough to push him over the edge. He quickly pulled out his DDD in an attempt to silence it, only to see a flood of notifications in the group chat with his brothers.

Asmodeus: Did you guys see the picture RAD Newspaper’s Devilgram just posted!?

Beelzebub: No. Why?

Asmodeus: It’s Storm and Mammon! Their on a date!!!!

Satan: 😲

Belphegor: 😲

Leviathan: Lol no their not, stop joking around. Mammon and Storm? Come on now, she’s smarter than that.

Asmodeus: I’m serious! Go look!

Lucifer found his curiosity piqued, and immediately went to his Devilgram app. What had originally intended to be a simple silencing of his notifications turned into a hunt for the post Asmodeus was talking about. After scrolling for a few moments, he found the picture, immediately feeling his heart plummet into his Stomach. The photo was blurry, and seemed ordinary for the most part, other than the obvious way Storm and Mammon were holding hands as they entered the carnival together.

Lucifer gritted his teeth, feeling jealousy well up in his stomach as the notifications in the group chat kept pinging, each brother expressing their interest in disrupting the date. Lucifer felt half a mind to search for them as well- to interrupt their date, or even ruin it by taking Mammon away for questioning about the Casino. For a moment, he felt an evil smile curl onto his lips when imagining pulling the two apart from each other, but shook it away when he realized how petty it was.

Storm is only a human. There’s no reason why she should make you feel this way, and you certainly don’t need to be jealous that one of your brothers has her on their arm...

...And yet...

Lucifer sighed as he tried to push away the conflicting emotions welling in his chest. He muted his phone, shoving it deep into his pocket just as Diavolo plopped down on the bench across from him, fried tapir in hand.

“So, any leads yet?” Diavolo handed Lucifer a bottle of water before tearing into the tapir, continuing to talk with his mouth full. “The Carnie near the haunted house seemed suspicious.”

Lucifer nodded, though winced when some of the tapir flew out of Diavolo’s mouth and onto the table. “I was thinking about circling back to the area and looking around.”

Diavolo nodded. “Then I suppose we should maneuver our way back there.”

Lucifer nodded, taking a sip of his water. He decided to keep the fact that Storm and Mammon were present at the fair a secret for now, and perhaps he would run into them near the haunted house- given it was not far off from the entry of the carnival, and the photo on Devilgram was merely 20 minutes old. With Mammon’s distractibility and desires to impress Storm, he figured they could not have gone too far into the Carnival yet.

Storm anxiously walked closer to Mammon’s side, having found herself growing more unsettled the larger the crowd around her got. A passing family rushed past toward the popcorn booth, causing Storm to stumble into him.

“Whoa, hey now. Careful, Storm.” Mammon steadied her upright. “What’s the big idea? Cant ya walk straight?”

“S-sorry Mammon.” Storm rubbed her forearm. “I’m just not fond of crowds.”

He let out a heavy sight, snatching Storm’s hand in his. “ Alright, well...I s’pose someone outta keep ya safe. Stay close to me, got it?”

“Oh, uh...Thank you.” Storm smiled politely, gripping his hand tighter.

“Oh how cuuutee!” No. 2 squished their cheeks. “It’s like you two are star crossed lovers!”

Mammon groaned. “I almost forgot we had this pipsqueak taggin’ along...It makes serarchin’ for Lord Diavolo much more annoying”

“Where should we look for them next?” Storm glanced at the nearby attractions, standing on her tippy-toes to try to see over the crowd.

No. 2 jumped up and down to try to see as well. “Well, if we knew where the Casino was, maybe we’d find them faster.”

“It moves every year so that’s gonna be a challenge.” Mammon shrugged. “That’s how they avoid being caught.”

“You seem to know a lot about this Casino Mammon.” Storm raised an eyebrow at him.

Mammon averted his gaze, stumbling over his words. “N-no! I don’t know nothin’!”

“Maybe they went into one of the attractions...like that!” No. 2 rushed off through the crowd, pausing in the doorway of a large building. “C’mon!”

Storm and Mammon glanced at each other briefly before rushing after No. 2. The hall they entered into was dark, only lit by a single, flickering red light. Mammon gulped as they passed by a thick black curtain, seeing the walls coated in what appeared to be splattered blood, and hanging skeletons lining the ceiling.

“W-wait, what are we doin’ in a haunted house!?” Mammon yelped as his shoulder grazed a spooky-looking statue.

“Well the Casino was in the house of Mirrors last year, which is right next door. So I was thinking maybe they’d move it here!” No. 2 skipped off, their voice echoing down the corridor as he beckoned them toward him.

“Hey- No! Get your tiny ass back here!” Mammon shouted, wincing when his voice reverberated off the walls. He began to whimper, clutching Storm’s arm. “I wanna go home! Now!”

“Mammon, relax.” Storm squeezed his hand. “We’ll just go through it quick and get it over with.”

Mammon groaned, hiding behind Storm as they walked through the maze-like house. Mammon winced and yelped at every jump scare that came from every crevasse, jerking Storm’s arm violently with each action. The house was cheesy to Storm, having been in many of haunted houses scarier than this in the past. She wondered if perhaps the demons did haunted houses like this mostly for fun or as a laugh, but it was clear that things like this definitely did scare certain demons.

“M-m-make sure ya don’t let go of my hand, got it!?” Mammon squeezed tightly, causing Storm to wince in pain. “No matter what!”

“Don’t worry. I wont.” Storm tried to give him a reassuring smile through the discomfort of having him gripping her so tightly. “We’re almost half-way through, so hold on.”

“T-thank you Storm. Ya don’t ever let me down and it’s just...amazing. I definitely don’t tell ya that enough.” Mammon yelped as a skeleton suddenly dropped in front of him with a loud cackling laugh, bumping into Storm and nearly toppling her over to the ground. Storm managed to catch him and realign him upright, now wondering if his idea of holding hands was more for his sake than hers.

He pushes her along toward the next room, hugging Storm so tightly to where she could barely move or breathe. She was about to give a response, but as they approached the next doorway, A small figure jumped out with a boisterous, ghostly ‘Boo.’

Mammon screamed at the top of his lungs, causing Storm to wince in pain at the shrill noise triggering her tinnitus. He lurched forward, jumping over No. 2, who lay on the floor in the doorway laughing maniacally. Unfortunately for Storm, she was dragged along with him, stumbling and tripping to the floor on top of Mammon.

“L-let go, Storm! I know I said not to but I changed my mind. I need to get away- NOW!” Mammon tried shaking her loose, aggressively whipping her arm around.

“Ow- Mammon! Fuckin’ Stop!” Storm yelled, smacking him in the chest. “It was just No. 2! Calm the hell down!”

“How could you possibly be frightened by that?” No. 2 cackled, leaping onto Mammon’s lap. “That was pathetic. Seriously.”

Mammon paused his movements for a moment, before again trying to pry his hand free from Storm’s. “Ah- wait. Storm! I can’t let go!”

“Oooh how romantic!” No. 2 teased, only to be flung off of Mammon’s lap and into the adjacent wall.

“No, not like that. I mean our hands are stuck together- Look!” Mammon tried once more to yank his hand free, causing Storm to curse loudly at the sound of her shoulder popping.

“Fucking OW! I believe you, alright! Now stop before you yank my arm out of it’s damn socket, Mammon!!”

“Is it some kind of curse or somethin’!?”

“Well even if it is, we can just have Lucifer lift it so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” No. 2 brushed himself off and approached, helping Storm and Mammon to their feet.

Mammon let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, but we better find them quick then. Lets get out of here.”

Several minutes of wandering around the house turned into 10, then 20. Storm grew more and more agitated the more No. 2 tried playing on Mammon’s fear, having her arm jerked in several directions and Mammon’s shrill screaming echoing through her head. The area behind her eyes pulsated in pain, threatening the production of a migraine if she didn’t get out of this situation soon. Eventually, they came across a blood-stained room, the floors of it covered with various fake limbs, organs, and other body parts. Mammon jumped, nearly clinging to Storm like a koala as a voice echoed over the loudspeakers from above.

“Within this chamber, the strength of your bond shall be tested.”

Storm narrowed her eyes, glancing around the room to take stock of her surroundings.

“To know each other is to know yourself. So let us find out how well you know each other...”

“What the hell is it talkin’ about.” Mammon whined, hugging Storm tighter.

The voice went over the instructions, indicating the “game” they would play was similar to that of a gameshow. It would ask 2 questions, and each would have to be answered correctly by the individual asked. If any question would be answered incorrectly, they would be killed by a hoard of zombies.

“Wait, we’re not seriously going to die over some game...right?” Storm glanced at Mammon nervously, who merely shrugged his shaky shoulders. She sighed, straightening her posture. “Fine. Bring it on.”

“Storm, wait! I-”

“First question,” the voice continued, “Storm- answer me this. Mammon once won a figurine as a prize in a convenience store campaign. having no interest in it, he left it on the floor of his room and forgot about it. What was the name of the figurine?”

“What? That’s a stupid question.” Storm murmured in annoyance, crossing her arms. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that? And what does it have to do with our bond?!”

“You have 5 seconds to answer.”

“I think it was Seraphina, or something..? I don’t fucking know!”

“Correct.”

Mammon raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Wow, I didn’t even remember that.”

“Mammon, I just guessed.” Storm grumbled, annoyed at this seemingly useless test.

“Mammon, your turn. Answer me this.” Mammon shuddered, gripping Storm’s hand tightly. “During the group retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle, Storm danced with Lucifer. Who did she dance with after him?”

He blushed, turning his gaze downcast. “That would be Solomon.”

“Correct.”

Storm raised an eyebrow at him. “And you remember that...why?”

Mammon rolled his eyes in anger. “’Cuz I asked ya to dance first!! But then Lucifer butted in and then-”

Storm shook her head. “Okay, whatever. It doesn’t matter. We got our questions right, so we’re free to go then...right?”

“Unfortunately for you, I have no control over the zombies.”

“Wait, what!?” Storm yelled angrily as the door they entered in burst open, spewing thousands of grotesque looking undead creatures into the room. The quality of whatever spell or animatronic was behind them increased 10-fold, causing storm to finally become alarmed at the thought of being torn to shreds.

Mammon screamed, burying his head into her neck. For once, storm accompanied him- stumbling backwards and gripping him just as tightly.

“Storm! If we die, I just want ya to know that I love you! M-more than I have ever loved anyone!” Mammon squeaked into her shoulder as the groans and roars grew closer.

Before she could answer, the noises suddenly stopped, and the room they were in completely changed. Before them was the exit, the sign above shining in bright green letters over the doorway. glimmers of light could be seen around the edges of the curtain, and the sounds of laughter and chatter could be heard from outside. Mammon quickly pulled Storm through, again jerking her around rather roughly. They stumbled outside, both panting in sync with the now relieving tension caused by that final scare.

“Jesus, that was fucked up.” Storm coughed, brushing her hair out of her face as she tried to regain her composure.

“Oh hey! There you are! Finally!” No. 2 sauntered up to them. “You guys took so forever!”

“What the- Where the hell were you!?” Mammon roared, pulling No. 2 up by the neck, pausing when seeing the sweet treat in their hands. “And where the hell did you get ice cream!”

No. 2 giggled. “I got it while I was waiting for you, duh.”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, RUNT.” Mammon screamed, shaking No. 2 aggressively.”

“Ahh! Wait!” No. 2 yelled, dropping the ice cream and shielding their face. “I found Lucifer and Diavolo while I was waiting for you!”

“Oh yeah? And where are they?” Storm asked, unamused by their lack of presence.

“Th-they’re over by the roller coaster!” No. 2 paused. “Or...maybe by the bumper cars.”

“So that’s what this is about then.” Storm shook her head. “You just wanted us to take you on the rides and pay for it because Barbatos wouldn’t let you come here.”

No. 2′s expression dropped as they twisted their fingers together. “Y-yeah...I’m sorry...But I’m not lying about Lucifer and Diavolo being somewhere at the fair!”

Storm sighed. “Whatever. Regardless, I think I need a break to sit for a minute.”

“Me too. Let’s go over there.” Mammon pointed in the direction of the Ferris Wheel briefly before dropping No. 2 and tugging Storm along. “And ya ain’t comin’ with us.”

Mammon stuck out his tongue and made a fart noise at No. 2 as he and storm scrambled into a cart at were immediately lifted into the air. Storm held her breath, unsure if Mammon knew that this wasn’t her idea of taking a break due to her fear of heights.

“Heh, good thing we finally managed to lose that lil’ brat.” Mammon snickered, looking out into the skyline. “And check out this view. You can see all of Devildom from up here!”

“Mmhm. Yep.” Storm swallowed hard, staring at her feet to avoid seeing how high up they were. “Very pretty.

Mammon slouched in his seat breathing a content sigh. “Y’know, everything is so much more fun when yer around, Storm. It was so boring without ya here.”

Storm scoffed. “Really? I don’t really believe that. I’m nowhere near as exciting to be around as Sarah or Fern.”

“Well, they’re fun too...but in a different way.” Mammon squeezed her hand. “I mean it when I say things were boring without ya.”

Storm bit her lip and nodded, catching Mammon’s glance briefly before staring back down at her feet. The rest of the ride was completed in a tense silence, the excitement from today already catching up to her before they again touched the ground.

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Accidents Happen. {Mammon x Reader/MC}

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A fic in which Mammon sucks MC into another attempt to make money and have to run from Lucifer; accidental confessions are involved

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Tags: fluff, accidental confessions, mammon and his money making schemes again..., reader is mc in this one!, wrote this based on base game mammon not nightbringer, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, mammon x reader/mc, obey me! x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, mammon

Word Count: 1,212

A/N: Written on: June 26, 2021

Hes so CUTE I had to write this, there was no stopping my hand

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“Calm down, calm down—we have enough photos for everybody!”

“Mammon, we’ve got another one asking if we have any of ‘Lucifer sneezing’. Why are they so specific?”

“It’s funny, and he’s vulnerable; the perfect photo!”

“Do you... have one?”

“Nope! Tell ‘em to think bigger!”

Mammon lost MC in the crowd again as succubus and demon both surrounded him, looking to get their hands on exclusive photos of his brothers. He was all smiles, laying his charm on thick to get as much money as he could out of all the suckers—30,000 grimm for a photo of Satan asleep on a garden bench? 500,000 grimm for a photo of Asmo in a face mask? These people were fools and he was ready for the bountiful gold harvest.

Luckily, MC agreed to help him. They said they were only in it so long as they got a cut of the profits, but Mammon knew better; they were always the person he turned to for shenanigans because they were the only one willing to jump head-first into anything with him. He scanned the crowd for them again, his smile growing even wider when he caught sight of them smiling with another demon, a devilish glint in their eyes as they exchanged a photo for cash.

All was going well—they were almost out of photos and they had made an absolute killing; Mammon even had a card reader for his D.D.D. where that direct deposit tasted so sweet. Even better—not a brother of his in sight! No Lucifer, not even a Diavolo! He looked over at MC who gave him a knowing smirk and a thumbs up. Mammon felt as though he were surrounded by the sun, the comfort of finally winning wrapping around him like a blanket—it didn’t last long.

With a crowd this big, it was sure to draw attention sometime; despite its size and the large amount of people pushing and shoving to get to the center, Mammon could still pick out the ever-authoritative Lucifer among them all. His fever dream snapped and started crumbling within seconds; he called out to MC.

“Shops closed! Thanks fer comin’! Time to book it, MC!”

Hopping off of his makeshift pedestal, MC met up with him; he grabbed their wrist and started to hightail it out of the crowd, pushing, shoving, squeezing through people as he told them off when they complained. He could hear people behind the two of them complain more about being shoved and others squealing over the appearance of Lucifer. For a split second, Mammon considered staying within the confines of the crowd, just running in circles between people to keep the distance between the two of them and the ball of fury that was on his way—it was a short-lived plan as he realized Lucifer was starting to disperse the crowd; what was he supposed to do? What was he going to do? He nervously called out to MC.

“Hey uh, got any ideas?”

They clicked their tongue and flipped the script, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him along instead.

“Follow me and keep your head down!”

They lead him in a zig-zag motion through the people before bursting out of the crowd straight into an alleyway where they ran as fast as they could. They made their way through various streets, alleys, anywhere they thought they could get away from Lucifer; whenever they thought they were far enough, they ducked into one last alleyway and hid behind some stray boxes and trash cans. They both collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and lounging as though they were about to fall over completely and pass out at any moment. Once they both caught most of their breath, they finally looked at one another and started in a fit of giggles, steadily growing to a stomach-aching laughter. MC started to settle down first, wiping away a few stray tears while Mammon worked on slowing down back to giggles.

“You know,” MC started, pausing to take a few breaths, “Lucifer’s going to make us give all that money back.”

“Yeah,” Mammon could hardly get out through his laughter.

“We’ll probably be punished severely.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll just blame it on you.”

“Hey!” Mammon pointed an accusatory finger in their direction. “You were in on it too! Don’t leave me hangin’ like that!”

“Every person for themselves,” they stuck their tongue out and bit it, a smirk on their lips.

Mammon glared at them, though it wouldn’t be for long since their smile turned to a shit-eating grin and he couldn’t help but reciprocate. They moved closer to him, tapping his chest with a fire in their eyes.

“Besides, he won’t know about the money on Goldie if we don’t tell him!”

Mammon’s smile grew from ear to ear, a warmth growing in his chest like a ripple with each tap of their finger. He didn’t realize they had moved so close, but he felt so warm and comfortable, he couldn’t help but look at them with a soft, loving look in his eyes. He spoke before he could think.

“See? This is why I fell in love with ya, MC.”

Their widened eyes staring back at him snapped him out of his love drunk gaze. He could feel his face heat up along with his chest this time, his eyebrows drawing together in false anger in an attempt to backtrack what he had said. His eyes darted around, looking everywhere except into MC’s, biting his tongue a lot as he tried to stammer through a few words, a few excuses, none of which were successful. He kept trying to turn his face away from them, but they simply followed his gaze, an evil smirk following his eyes around.

“Quit it, will ya?” He closed his eyes and turned his face away again, “Forget it.”

“Oh, come on Mammon, tell me what you said.”

“I said nothin’!”

“Something about falling in love with me?”

“No!”

Mammon stopped his back and forth arguing with them after they put a hand over his, leaning in dangerously close to his face. MC pushed his sunglasses up, taking a good look at him; he swallowed hard and found it almost impossible to look into their eyes, but pushed himself to do so anyways, even when they leaned all the way in and gave his lips a gentle kiss.

Starstruck, lovestruck, whatever kind of struck he was, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t close his eyes, he couldn’t kiss back, he just sat there with wide eyes and his face as dark as it could go. MC didn’t stay long, pulling away with an innocent smile this time, reaching up to grab his chin gently and shake his face back and forth.

“Well, you’ll have to love me later. Right now, I think we gotta get going.”

They stood quickly and pulled him to his feet, taking off without him, laughing at him whenever he called out for them to wait. He sighed, both exasperated and in longing, and watched them as they went; maybe he’d take this money of his and take them out to a nice dinner for once.

“Mammon...” A booming voice came from right behind him.

Or... maybe not.

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