#obm fluff

[gennabi]

first time holding your hand

lucifer x reader (no prns) • 0.5k

platonic/romantic; (very tiny) fluff, more of a character study i think..

[ og spoilers ch 12-13 , brief graphic description of violence/gore , slightly changed my writing format: i heard putting capital letters at front of sentences is more accessible (??) ]

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When he first offered, it was simply a polite gesture of some sort.

You, the exchange program student whom Lord Diavolo entrusted to be under his and his brothers' care. Except the other five mentioned demons are no way in sight. He turns properly to you now, Satan's sudden disappearance leaving a slight bitter taste on his tongue.

If you were next? 

No. He cannot let that happens, he decides. There's no knowing to what lengths the prince of Devildom will do to him if that were the case. Most of all, he is the best at his job. That is why he gets to be the right hand man, well, after Barbatos that is. He could not let some mere human tarnish his centuries of hard work and reputation.

His gaze runs over you again, silently scoffing under his breath at how your jaw is clenching and the way you curl your fingers into fists, ready to spring them out if the ghost legend comes to fruition.

"Levi's the first to went missing, right?" He finally opens his mouth, leaving you no room to respond— not that your input is necessary anyway —when he continues. "Let's search his room first."

Then his gloved hand is slowly outstretched, palm facing towards you as you narrow your gaze on it. The silence lingers and he internally curses at you for not getting what he's oh so readily implying. With a click of his tongue, he explains, lips pulling into an amused smirk. "You look scared. Want to hold my hand?"

Your gaze narrows further at his question and your face scrunches for a few beats before you shrug, "Yeah." Tentatively, you place your hand in his, your gesture being met with a quick firm squeeze as you two start to walk together.

Your hand, he realizes first-hand, is warm. He isn't one to hold hands himself so the comparison he has pales greatly but he finds himself not minding the temperature. It's because you're a human, he deduces. A human who if he wants to, could easily sink his nails into the skin and tear your wrist apart.

He can feel the little tremors in your fingers still but you make no attempt to tighten the grip. Aren't you afraid? Why are you not leaning on him more? A part of him dislike the idea that you still walk on your toes around him. Tucking the thought neatly into the back of his mind, he focuses more on the task at hand when the door to Levi's room softly creaks open.

Your gaze wanders and settle on the PC Levi has left opened on the desk. Weird. Approaching the brightly lit screen, you naturally let go of his hand. For a second, he almost tugs you back to his side. Almost. And it's with that instinct that he acknowledges a speck of something unfamiliar starting to sit in his chest.

It'll pass.

bringing back my all time obsession in the game

[h2uji]

―🍰 BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!! 12:OOAM

note. its my birthday 3 April so I thought about writing something cute for myself and everyone who's celebrating their special day so happy birthday to me !!

The weather outside was windy and cold, the lovers are sharing a blanket together big enough to warm both of them up, they're sitting on the living room floor in front of each other blanket over their head with a dim lightning

Big warm hands cupped her cheeks causing her to close her eyes and smile enjoying the present of her husband who was showering her face with even warmer kisses

"few minutes love" she hummed pulling his right hand to her lips kissing his palm "mhm" opening her eyes she watched as those oh so pretty eyes stared deep into her e/c eyes , his eyes kept glancing at her glossed plumped lips craving to press them to his, so he did

both of their shoulders relaxed and sudden warmth ran through their bodies, it was slow and warm his hands are still on her cheeks thumbs slowly rubbing them, while hers were one his hair her fingers were running on the root of his hair slightly pushing and pulling them

as soon as they pulled away they sighed he placed his forehead against hers "still cold?"

"yeah" taking her eyes away from him she flinched looking at the window hearing slight tapping from it "aww did that scare you?" he teased smirking at the way her eyebrows frown "as if" chuckling he glanced at the clock

11:58AM

his eyes went back to her who still had a frown "what still upset?" he kissed her cheek making her slightly smile, just as he was about to stand up she pulled him by the hem of his black hoodie "nooo I am still cold cuddles please" whining she gave him her best puppy eyes, he patted her head sighing "I'll be right back love" pouting she lose her grip wrapping the blanket all over her body like a burrito

11:59AM

he grabbed two candles that were placed next to the mini vanilla cake gently placing them at the center, taking a deep breath he took the cake walking to the living room, its not like its the first time he wished or singed her happy birthday, they have been together for almost 4 years now

but it never failed to not make him nervous and excited at the same time, the way her eyes would have those spark acting shocked even tho he had never forgot her birthday, how can a someone forgot his loved ones special day?

“i am back” turning her head toward the door her pouty lips turned into shocked and cute charming smile, "love" fixing her position she sat on her knees both hands clinching the blanket tighter around her head

he replied with a 'hm' and a smile, placing the cake in front of her "3" pulling the lighter out of his sweat pants "2" he lighted the candles, she looked so adorable and the blanket wrapped around her head tightly that her cheeks squished together wasn't helping... her adorable smile, her lovely eyes how breath taken and charming"1"

12:00AM

with a melodic voice he kissed her ringed finger "happy birthday love"

ft. Your Favorite

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[ghibaby]

LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND ON THE INTERNET AGHH!!??!!💕💕

I can officially die happy now. Just wanted y'all to experience happiness with me too. You're welcome.

Extra just in case.

[iridescent-solstice]

"Mams . . ." You whisper as he paces around silent as the night. He won't even look at you. Not even sparing a glance until you approach him. Force him. To look at you, and the moment he does . . . Your heart breaks at the look that paints his face. You've never seen him with such an expression before. Hurt, sadness, betrayal and pain written all over his face. Even though he doesn't say a word, just this is enough to tug your heart into pulling him towards you.

You can't help but cling to him like he usually does to you. Instantly, he returns the embrace tenfold. Latching onto you like you'd disappear at any moment.

He can't handle that, not again so he holds you close in a vice like grip. Shoving his face into your shoulder while his arms snake around your waist to grip your hips. Practically melting into you. Neither of you speak for a while. The silence and comfort of one another more precious than anything anyone else could offer right now. But in truth, you're actually not sure what to say. Not sure what could make this better. Make the pain he's experiencing any easier to burden . . .

"I love ya . . . So, stop leaving me like that." He finally whispers. Yet before you could say anything, he shoves you away. "Don't ya understand!?! Fine, i'm more than a little pathetic." He glances away with an unreadable look in his eyes, "sure, I'm not as amazing as Lucifer, or as smart as Satan but-" Abruptly cutting himself off and then he's pacing around again. His hand running through and then gripping the soft fluffy locks of hair as he attempts to calm himself down. To prevent the buildup of tears about to flow any second now. "BUT DAMMIT! you can't just throw me away like that! I'm your first doesn't that mean anything?" He looks back at you, vulnerability written all over his face, for once he's letting the mask slip away as he waits for you to either confirm or deny him. Cast him away or draw him closer.

Luckily it's the latter, you pull him back towards you. Never one to deny you, he can't help but lean into you as you cradle him close. Sobs escaping him as he shakes in your gentle hold. "Of course it means something Mammon! I love you s-" "Then why doesn't it feel like it?"

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @strangergraphics]

This is a little rushed, but I really felt like writing something short for mams. He breaks my heart sometimes . . . WAH I WISH I COULD WRAP HIM IN A BLANKET AND WIPE AWAY HIS TEARS CAUSE HE'S SO PRECIOUS 🤧

[antiromanticbaby]

Imperfection - Lucifer

Husband!Lucifer x GN!reader

[✧] ー head empty, just lucifer putting his mask away, and mc comforting him in his vulnerable moments. let's imagine everyone have their own bathroom and its not one for all and one for asmo, mk? not canon (or at least I don't think it's canon) but luci has multiple scars on his body. SFW

"Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway." - Edgar Allen Poe for Lucifer

Today had been stressful. But then again, everyday is stressful for Lucifer.

Wake up early in the morning, keep your brothers in line the whole day, and do Diavolo's paperwork until late at night. All of these tasks turned into more and it filled everyday with endless work with little to no breaks. As soon as he did take a moment to rest and unwind. Yet he did find the time tonight. It was already quite late, but here he sat, muscles tense as he sipped on his Demonus and listened to his gramophone. He had called you over too, hoping you could make time for him. Perhaps with you in his arms he would feel better. And fortunately, you did come. But with a pleasant surprise.

"Lu?" You knocked, entering his room after he gave you permission. Even though you had no problem entering his office without knocking (and he didn't mind it either) you still knocked. (which he secretly appreciated.) You came over to him, hugging his seated form from behind as your arms wrapped around his neck. Even his brothers felt how frustrated he had been lately but they would never spoke up, because they knew the avatar of pride would never admit it.

But with you? With you he was different. You made him feel safe, you made him believe he can be vulnerable while holding onto his pride.

You ran a hand on his chest, nuzzling your face in his hair. You also knew of his day to day frustration, of how tensed and stressed he currently was. "I ran a bathe for you." You spoke, planting a kiss on his head. He was always quick to pamper and spoil you, why not you do it for him tonight? Lucifer slowly leaned back and relaxed into your embrace, the two of you sharing this tender moment together. Lucifer turned his head up and gave you a small smile, showing his appreciation. He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing gently. Lucifer then leaned his head back, closing his eyes. It was a rare moment when he gave in to his emotions, letting his body relax for the briefest moment.

"If you want, I can join you too." You spoke, running a hand through his hair. "May I?"

"Of course, you don't need to ask." He hummed, planting a kiss on the palm of your hand that was on his chest. He stood up, never letting go of your warm hand in his gloved ones as he guided you to the bathroom. He was surprised as he noticed you had decorated it for him, with candles, red rose petals, even aloes wood fragrance. That explained your absence throughout the day. You helped him strip, even though he was slightly reluctant. He helped you strip, planting soft kisses along your body. He made sure not to stare too much, even though he could worship you for hours or even days on end. As you sat together in the tube, he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you to his chest.

Scars adorned his body, back and chest, everywhere. Scars that showed him his weaknesses, that reminded him of his losses, yet he'd rather keep them as a bitter reminder of every mistake he had made. A painful reminder he endured, so hopefully he would learn from the past. But that didn't make him any less insecure of them. No one, no one was allowed to see this weaknesses except for you, and he still had yet to gauge out your opinion about them.

You leaned to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as you embraced him warmly. The ring on your finger glittering in the dim light of the candles, matching with the one on his. He felt safe in your arms, the sensation of warmth from the candles and the fragrance of the aloes-wood filling around you. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as the scars on his chest are exposed to you. Lucifer stared down at you in the dim lighting. Your bodies pressed against one another, a comforting pressure. He closed his eyes and relaxed into your embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable. His shoulders slumped and he leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub.

You suddenly traced a hand on one of the scars on his chest, making him quickly grab your wrist. Despite the acceptance he felt in your touch, he didn't feel ready to be exposed like that. "Calm down Lu." You spoke, looking into his eyes with the softest gaze he had ever seen. You brought his hand to your lips, planting a kiss on the back of his hand. Lucifer relaxed his hold on your wrist and took a deep breath, feeling his heart start to beat normally again. He stared into your soft eyes, feeling the warmth of your gaze wash over him. You continued, caressing his chest as you began trailing kisses on his scars. “Just be yourself. Show me the worst in you and let me worship those. I love you, the full you, and I mean it.”

Lucifer shuddered as your lips touch his scars. Every kiss felt like a wave of relief and acceptance. He couldn't help but tense up as he felt the soft kisses touch him. Your kisses slowly made him feel more exposed and vulnerable, exposing him completely to your gaze and your judgement. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, his muscles slowly relaxing and letting you touch him without resistance.

"How am I lucky enough to call you mine?" He whispered sweetly. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked at you. The light of the candles danced in your eyes and he stared into them. He then leaned forward and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and landing a kiss on the top of your knuckles. Lucifer then pulled back and looked at your hand for a moment. His eyes were drawn to the ring that sat on your finger. His thumb caressed the underside of your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin. It was as if you could see right through his soul and still love him completely.

"You may hide from everyone, Lu." You spoke, your free hand cupping his cheek as you caressed it. "But you can't hide from me. And do you want to know something, Lu? Your imperfections, the ones you so desperately hide, makes you absolutely perfect in my eyes."

He put his other hand on yours, seeking your warmth. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, leaning forward to pull you into a deep passionate kiss. His hands wrap around your back as he kissed you. His lips were gentle, tender, his heart pounding. But deep down, he felt content and at peace. It didn't matter whether you accepted his scars or not, all that mattered was that you were there with him. His lips slowly pulled back and he leaned his head against yours, his breath heavy.

"I love you." He breathed out. Displays of affection such as this one, weren't really rare when you two were alone together. You smiled, giving his lips another peck. "I love you too, more than you can imagine."

Lucifer chuckled softly and kissed you again. Your lips met with a loving touch, your bodies pressed close and your souls entwined. You shared a moment of intimacy in each other's arms, the peace of the bathwater enveloping you both. Lucifer closed his eyes and pulled you closer. This was your safe haven, a sanctuary of comfort where the both of you didn't need to hide anything. He had put his trust in you, as much as you had given him of yourself.

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[irishmammonagenda]

"Micheal. Who is that child?" You ask from the doorway where the Archangel and a pale girl bead rosary necklaces. You blink slowly as Michael turns his head to you and grabs the child into a hug.

"Her name is Luce. I would die for her." He says with all the might of the Celestial Realm itself.

"Ciao!" The girl grins, she looks like a Catholic Coraline, with a muddy yellow raincoat and bright blue hair to match.

"Huh."

Noticing your confusion Michael hums, "She's Italian, MC. She's also my new favourite person ever."

The girl just hums and continues her rosary making activity, counting ten beads before carefully bringing them through the string. Michael watches in adoration, looking five seconds away from whipping out the adoption papers.

He grabs his DDD, muttering something about 'getting his duolingo game on' and 'polishing up that Italian'.

You whistle and slowly back away, you might have pacts with all Seven Lords of Hell, and have Solomon the Wise, Barbatos, the Grim Reaper and the literal Prince of Hell wrapped around your finger, but Luce has the power of God and Anime on her side.

Finally, a worthy opponent. You just need to find out how to adopt her from Michael, and also start up a duolingo course in Italian.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hey.

First.

I love all your writing, they r fun to read and they make my day brighter ✨✨

Really Appreciate it.

Here is the request:

I wanted to request Solomon

We all know that his an old man ( whom we love so much ) and his based off the character from the Bible king Solomon.

If Solomon having 700 wives were true what would it be like

If MC and Solomon end up arguing over something stupid, MC just goes," Then am one of your collections to ? That's all I am to you! Right" something like that 😭

That line was horrible but something along those lines

It can be angst and fluffy.

Thanks a bunch! Wishing you an amazing day ahead!

Heyyy I absolutely love your request cuz duh. They make Solomon and the others seems like there was nothing before MC which is unlikely. Like I mean I'm pretty sure all of them had a few relationships before MC at some point or another. Anyway. Enjoy!

Author's note: I'll be posting short stories for the next few days since I'm working on a bigger story this time which will take a while. Hope it's not a problem.

Contains: Angst/Fluff

GN!MC x Solomon

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MC and Solomon had agreed to spend the evening together—just a quiet, uninterrupted night. But Solomon ended up running late, engrossed in some old spell or magical artifact he was researching, losing track of time. By the time he shows up, MC’s already feeling hurt and dismissed, thinking he prioritizes ancient things over their relationship.

MC: arms crossed, eyes narrowed as Solomon finally enters the room “Oh, look who finally decided to show up.”

Solomon: sighs, looking tired but trying to be calm “MC, I told you, I lost track of time. It happens. You know how important my research is.”

MC: “And I thought we were important too, Solomon. I’m not asking for much, just…a single night where I don’t feel like I have to compete with some dusty book or enchanted artifact.”

Solomon: growing defensive, a slight edge to his tone “It’s not a competition, MC. You’re acting like I’m choosing my work over you on purpose.”

MC: voice raising slightly, hurt “Well, that’s how it feels! You make these promises, but when it comes down to it, I’m always the one waiting. Why is it so hard for you to just…be here?”

Solomon: frowning “I’m here now, aren’t I? I don’t see why this has to be such a big deal.”

MC: glares, feeling even more hurt by his dismissive tone “A big deal? Maybe it wouldn’t be if this didn’t keep happening. You say you’re here, but half the time, I feel like I’m just a…just a side note in your never-ending list of priorities.”

Solomon: sighs, crossing his arms defensively “MC, I care about you, but I also have responsibilities—things that existed long before we ever met.”

MC: hurt, finally snapping “Oh, here we go—‘long before we met.’ That’s just it, isn’t it? This isn’t even about tonight; it’s about me realizing that I’ll never be more than one part of your centuries-long collection!”

Solomon: taken aback, not expecting that turn “What? Collection? MC, where is this even coming from?”

MC: “You probably don’t even see it, do you? How easy it is for you to just…move on, like I’m just another person you’re adding to the archive of your life. You’ve had 700 wives, haven’t you? Well, I guess I’m just another one for the record books, huh?”

Solomon: eyes widening in hurt, tone softening as he steps closer “MC, that’s not even fair. Those stories…they’re just stories, memories from lifetimes ago. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you feel like you’re ‘just another one,’ but believe me, you’re not.”

MC: arms crossed, looking away, voice trembling “It just…feels like I’ll never really matter to you. Not when you’ve had hundreds of people pass through your life like it’s nothing.”

Solomon: reaches out, resting a hand on MC’s shoulder, his tone soft and sincere “MC, I know my past seems…well, complicated, but I need you to believe that this is different. You’re not just part of my history. You’re the person I want in my present, and my future.”

MC: sighing, though still a little guarded “Then…show me, Solomon. Prove that I’m more than just a ‘number’ to you.”

Solomon: nodding with a small smile, determined “Every day, if that’s what it takes. I promise.”

[captainai-47]

“We will dance until the morning light, Come take my hand and we will take the floor.”

Lyrics from Ballroom of Romance by Celtic Woman

[obm-lcf]

Overworked Lucifer would be on the verge of tears after using his last strength to find you're not in his bed for him to collapse sleep on :<

[miiyochi]

୨୧ # BORED

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. fluff, vaguely takes place in original obey me timeline, solomons your teacher!, light blood n leech mentions :3c genre. drabbles , fluff words. 699  note. this is basically a short conversation you have w/ solomon :) it's currently 2am and I am going to conk out for the night

solomon. 𖦹

You're currently lying upside down on the side of Solomon’s bed, watching him scribble away on some papers you couldn’t care less about. He’s probably working on another lesson for you, but you’re too frustrated to focus on practicing magic. No, you’re feeling something worse than frustration—you're bored.

You’re bored out of your mind, and you want entertainment, attention, anything that’ll distract you from thoughts of ‘how many pens I can steal from Solomon’s desk without him noticing’.

You groan obnoxiously, hoping Sol gets the hint and puts his pen down. Solomon doesn’t, of course, he heard you, and of course, he’s purposefully paying no mind to him.

So, of course, you do it again. Groaning even louder and rolling around on his bed, kicking your feet on the bed to get your point across even more. It's childish, yes but you don't care in the slightest. pausing your movements to peek up at the desk he’s at and notice Solomon’s still writing away.

Annoying.

“Hey. heyy…. Hey geezer. Old bat,” you say, picking up a loose piece of paper off the floor and tearing off the corners to throw at him. “Pay attention to me.”

Silence.

“Sol. Solomon.” He finally stops writing, but he doesn't let the pen go. He just sits in silence, staring at the paper he was previously writing on and the stray balled-up pieces of paper now starting to collect on his desk.

“Solomonie. "Mr. Monsolo,” continuing to spew out random names you could think of, Solomon finally lets the pen drop to the desk with a deep sigh.

Solomon finally looks up at you, surprisingly, he doesn't look annoyed. It's almost as if he was expecting you to do something like this, which he isn’t. At this point, bothering him has become a hobby for you. “What can I do for you, my lovely MC?”

"I've got a question for you"

“Oh?”

“Yeah, listen up, okay?” You shift in your spot on the bed so that you’re sitting upright on your knees facing him. Sitting in silence for a moment, thinking of the next string of words coming out of your mouth: "If I were a leech, would you let me feed off you? yknow, like blood.”

Solomon smiles at that. “You want to drink my blood?” you shake your head, “not particularly no… well, I guess not currently. I’m not a leech. Or a vampire… or Asmodeus.” you whisper the last bit, though you guess he still heard you since he laughs a little.

“Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” When he sees you nod at that, Solomon sits back in his chair with a finger tapping his chin (even the way he thinks is annoying) and ponders for a moment,

"MC, there’s not a thing I wouldn’t let you do to me if you asked for it.”

The room went silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. You couldn’t quite place it, you don’t know exactly what kind of mood it shifted into, but you could feel the utter disgust forming on your face from that.

“Can’t you just, like, say no or something? You go along with almost everything I say.”

“You would’ve been upset if I didn’t let you suck my blood.”

“WELL-…yeah but you don't have to word it like that. I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not.”

Solomon chuckles lightly before getting up out of his chair to meet you on the bed. He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours.

“I mean it, MC. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

Ahh, there he goes again. Solomon has a habit of getting all sentimental at the most random moments of the day. He’s so earnest and genuine that you never know what to say or do. What’s the right thing to say when someone says that to you? Especially your teacher, of all people.

“Do you always care for your students like this?”

"I've only ever had one.”

God, what's with his sudden mood shift? It’s getting harder to breathe, and he’s making it harder. His hand moves under yours to weave his fingers in between yours and squeeze them.

“There’s only one student I’ve ever cared about like this, MC.”

“Good.” You squeeze back.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated!

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[gennabi]

language of love

asmodeus x reader (no prns) • 0.2k

platonic/romantic; fluff, comfort

[ smtg little. just wanted to highlight how he's very hands on not just in affections , mention of bullying ]

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"What did you say, sweetie?"

Averting your gaze, your mouth is clamped shut at the question. There's no mistaking the sharpness in his tone even with the nickname and all.

The water lightly sploshes and you give a small shake of your head, "It's nothing."

A scoff falls off his soft pink lips, and you only realize the sound is not directed to you when he makes his way from across the hot tub. His eyebrows furrow. He hates wrinkles..

"You mean to tell me some demons forcing you to do their homeworks are nothing?"

He takes his place beside you now, eyes staring intently on your face. "It's no wonder you haven't been getting enough sleep," he comments with a hand tentatively reaching out. When you don't move away, he places it on your cheek, thumb rubbing the skin under your eye.

Only then you turn to his face, quietly watching as something flickers in his beautiful light orange orbs. His next words are in a hushed whisper. A promise even.

"I'll need names."

wurghh writers block is eating my brains out

[h2uji]

“Name?” The barista asked as she opened the marker lid with her mouth, “Y/n h/ln.” you simply said, fixing your posture and giving her a soft smile.

He melts, feeling his cheeks getting warm every time she puts her beautiful name with his last name

“Alright, your order will be right up,” the black-haired girl said while fixing her glasses and walking away, leaving the young couple alone

smiling, she turns her head toward her husband, only to see him staring at her with a smile. His ringed hand rests on his cheek

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled back at him. “What?" clearing his throat he leaned back into the chair "nothing"

It's been 4 years since both of them got married, but it never failed to make him flustered.

Mammon, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Akaashi, Thoma, Kaeya, Childe, Kazuha, Gojo, Sanji(black leg), Penguin.

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Cinderella (Obey Me Edition) Part 2

Part 1: Link, Part 3: Link

Just as the stranger promised, the teapot carriage brought you to the steps of a gorgeous palace you'd never seen in your life.

Each tentative step led to a brand new world. You could feel your hesitations. This was not your world. The castle and the magic and brilliance of it all. Yet your heart demanded for more.

Within the castle was a glittering golden ballroom with crystal chandeliers and vibrant red curtains along the windows. Hundreds of ladies, gentlemen, and those in between gathered in their silk and satin to dance the night away.

Gorgeous roses with every color decorated the pillars while a massive banquet table stood around the corners of the room. Just as you stepped through the massive crowd of people, a massive man with dark red hair and golden eyes stood with a familiar face by his side. It was that stranger from before!

"I have an announcement!" The handsome man with dark red hair shouted.

The room fell silent.

"Thank you. Now, everyone here knows that there will be two humans and two angels attending this seven day masquerade." The man said. "But only my faithful butler Barbatos knows who they are. So please, treat every guest here like a friend."

The crowd murmured and gossiped the moment the man was gone. The words struck you as odd, since everyone in the ballroom looked somewhat human, even if they had unique costumes. Deciding to pay it no mind, you went off to enjoy yourself.

But before you could get far.

"Yo! Gimmi a dance!" A smiling face interrupted your thoughts.

Without giving you a chance to respond, you were whisked off to the dance floor. Your dancenapper was a young man with white hair, dark skin, blue and golden eyes. His eyes were scattered about, like he was trying to avoid someone.

"Who are you running from?" You ask.

"Nobody! It's none of your business," Your dance partner insisted.

"Can I at least know your name?"

Finally he looked at you. He paused for a moment, like he was the one suddenly caught off guard. After staring at you for a few moments, he recollected himself.

"I'm the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed and most powerful demon around. I want all your money!" He declared with an impish grin.

"Do you want my money during the dance or after?" You couldn't help but shoot back with a smile.

"A-after!"

This Mammon fellow clearly didn't expect for you to have such a sharp tongue. The two of you finally began dancing properly instead of that awkward swaying from the beginning. You couldn't help but notice during the dance he kept looking around, as though searching for an exit. Whether it was out of curiosity or genuine trying to help, you began guiding the dance to what looked to be exits to the garden.

"Hey what gives?!" Mammon exclaimed.

"There's two glass doors leading to the garden," You say in a quiet voice to him, "You can leave through those."

The shock on his face lingered as he realized you were genuinely trying to help him. In a matter of carefully placed steps, you managed to slip him right out of the door without anybody noticing. With a backwards glance, Mammon mouthed a small thanks to you before running off into the garden. You smiled and were about to return to the dance floor when.... you realized one of your golden bracelets was missing. That jerk!

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That snickering jerk jumped through the gardens, making his getaway from Lucifer and the poor dumbass he danced with. After he was sure the coast was clear, he reached out to have a look at all the jewelry he pickpocketed during the ball. Crystal earrings, sapphire rings and even a diamond or two! Goldie would never be dry again!

He paused at the sight of the golden bracelet. It was just a stupid bracelet....

Despite himself he pocketed it.

"HEY! That's my bracelet!"

Shit. Just as Mammon was about to escape you, he turned the corner and saw Lucifer searching the garden for him. Anybody was better than Lucifer! So he dashed to you and picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he flew into the air, trying to escape Lucifer's sights.

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The wind blew through your ears and the sound of flapping bat-like wings were all you could focus on. Below you the ground was so far away while the endless sky called to you silently. If only you had wings instead of this thief! He finally put you down on the balcony of the castle, checking to see if his pursuer had caught him.

"Where are we? What's going on? Why-"

His hand cupped over your mouth as he quickly tried to figure out where Lucifer was. After a while, he finally let go, letting out a sigh of relief. Which was when you hit him with whatever accessories the fairy butler deigned to give you.

"Woah! Hey! Wait a minute!"

You didn't even let him have a moment's piece until he held the bracelet back out to you.

"Here! This is what you wanted right?"

Seeing the golden offering, you took it but gave him a suspicious stare.

"Hey... tell you what. How bout instead of going to Lucifer on me, we go treasure hunting?" Mammon insisted, a bit desperately.

Though you had no idea who this Lucifer was, you knew when to play along.

"I'm listening." You say.

Greed lit up Mammon's eyes as he pulled out a map of the castle. The two of you were off on your little treasure hunting adventure. At times Mammon even called you his assistant. He seemed to genuinely like this hunting for treasure stuff. It wasn't bad for you either, since you got to see the darkest and craziest parts of the strange magical castle.

Most of it at the end was in a strange dungeon labyrinth with a terrifying snake.... but you still survived and managed to have fun. The two of you were laughing as you escaped the dungeon. The treasure turned out to be an old book but Mammon said he'd be able to pawn it off somewhere. The two of you made it back to the main hall that would lead to the ballroom.

"Hey so um.... are you coming tomorrow?" Mammon asked, looking away from you with a sheepish expression.

"Yes. Why?" You ask.

"N-no reason," He insisted, "But you better not change your mind. Got it? You're my treasure hunting partner. Kay?!"

You nodded with a smile. Your eyes glanced up to the clock and you realized you had exactly fifteen minutes to get out of there. It was almost midnight.

"See you tomorrow!" You say quickly as you dash out of the hall.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Mammon held out his hand for you but you had already slipped in between the other dancers at the ball. Even when he looked for you, there wasn't a trace left. Who were they? That was the only question on his mind as he looked around. At least... until he heard that familiar sound.

"MAMMMOOOOONNN!"

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[iridescent-solstice]

❝Hey, ya really expect me to stand here and do nothin'? Come on . . . What do you take me for?!? ❞

Seeing you moping around the house is all it takes for the great Mammon to spring into action. Yanking you out the house by the collar of your jacket is all it takes before you're sat in the passenger seat of his expensive and luxurious car. He's not driving to a particular destination or anything. Just for fun. To help clear your head. Make things easier for you . . . Hell! he'll even crank up the aircom for ya and let you recline your seat or stick your head out the window if you prefer but don't tell Lucifer that.

Others might call this useless but it's hey . . . at least it's something right?

❝I'm probably doing this more for myself . . . but y'know I guess the biggest reason is for ya. I went outta my way to do this. You should feel honoured! ❞

[dinaaaaee]

Your lips, my lips...

✧ Lucifer x gender neutral reader, he may be abit ooc. This may come across as unrequited feelings? He just wants a kiss, so bad... and inlove.

✧ Warnings: none I think. However, I did describe the kiss that might come across suggestive?

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"Lucifer, could you finish these papers by Thursday?" Barbatos asked as he placed them down, neatly. "Mhm…" Lucifer hums half-heartedly, chin in his hand. Barbatos, puzzled, sees a very out of character Lucifer, staring, Intently at something…or rather someone? Oh. Mc.

Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle, at the lovestruck man before him. Lucifer couldn't help himself from staring, how could he, why would he? Your so perfect. Your bright smile, your twinkling eyes, your fluffy hair, those lips... oh those honeyed lips. He wondered how'd you taste, how soft your lips would feel against his. Your breath on him, his breath on yours, Your scent lingering on his clothes... He would never admit to being jealous of things that pass your lips, like that Vaseline your putting on. Him jealous of Vaseline? please he would-

"Hm? Barbatos? Did you say something?" Lucifer says, breaking free from his trance. Barbatos gives Lucifer a knowing smile, taking his leave. While picking up the papers, Lucifer furrowed his brows and sighed, but his concentration was cut short when he heard Mc and Diavolo laughing loudly.

Mc. Please kiss him. ♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡ 　 　

[eldrichboyo]

Mc takes a nice warm bath with nice smelling demon-friendly hypoallergenic soaps and oils. So when they go to cuddle with levi immediately after, mc will be warm and smell nice. It ain't easy making the cold, blooded snake boyfriend comfortable. But they like doing it and it makes levi relax for once.