#omswd mc

[tsukii0002]

Mc: *entering Lucifer's office and leaving a pile of documents on his desk*

Lucifer: *raising an eyebrow as he looked at them* What is this?

Mc: ? *tilting their head* My part of this week's work.

Lucifer: *totally shocked* What?

Mc: You know I'm part of the student council now, so... I've done my fair share?

Lucifer: *totally paralyzed*

Mc: Lucifer *waving their hand* ?

Lucifer: *bringing his hand to his eyes while shaking* Give me a moment….

Mc: ????

Lucifer: I never thought *drying a tear* that I would count with another competent person…

Mc: Are... are you ok?

Lucifer: You made me... Very happy...

Mc: ????

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[luvvictoria]

Royal Rhythms - Diavolo

+ pairings. Diavolo x f!demon!reader

+ tags. romance, fluff, slow dance, soft but confident confession, happy ending

+ a/n. Reblog with your favourite line ! It would help me very much to grow my account !! Thank you in advance!!

+summary. At Diavolo’s grand birthday ball, an unexpected dance leads to playful banter, stolen glances, and a confession neither of you saw coming.

+ support me ✰ .ᐟ buy me a coffee I Instagram

The grand hall of the Demon Prince was alive with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Diavolo stood at the center of it all, his towering presence commanding attention effortlessly. He raised his glass with that signature, heart-stopping smile of his.

“Hello there,” he greeted warmly, his voice rich and inviting. “I’d like to thank you all for coming here tonight on my behalf.” His golden eyes sparkled with mischief as he continued, “It would seem that today is my birthday… By the way, could anyone here possibly tell me how old I am now? Because, truth be told, I’d like to know myself.”

Laughter erupted throughout the hall.

Diavolo chuckled along before waving a hand dismissively. “All jokes aside, I hope you all use my birthday as an excuse to enjoy yourselves. Have a good time!”

The cheers of demons and nobles filled the air, but you sighed, slipping away from the crowd. Grabbing a drink, you made your way to a quieter corner, ready to judge the room in silence. But before you could get comfortable, a shadow loomed over you.

Frowning, you glanced up, ready to tell whoever it was to leave you alone—only to freeze.

Diavolo.

The Demon Prince stood before you, his smile as dazzling as ever. “Shall we dance?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Him? The Prince? Asking you to dance?

You schooled your expression, trying to play it cool. “Your Majesty— ahem—yes, of course.” You took his outstretched hand, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

His large hand settled on your waist, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. With effortless grace, he took your left hand in his and led you into the dance. The classical melody swelled, and to your surprise, he moved with fluidity, each step perfectly in rhythm. You followed, barely thinking—just mirroring him.

“You dance very well,” he murmured, his voice almost lost in the music.

You glanced away, flustered. “I’m just copying your steps.”

“Pardon?”

You quickly looked back at him, forcing a smile. “Ah, I said, ‘thank you.’”

Diavolo chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “You can’t fool me, young lady.”

You raised a brow. “Young Lady? What if I’m older than you?”

He blinked in surprise, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Seeing the playful glint in your eyes, he let out a lighthearted laugh. “You fooled me.”

“I didn’t mean to, Your Majesty,” you teased. “It’s just that you believed me right away.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you?”

You tilted your head. “So I’m not a worthy person to have the Prince’s trust?”

“Of course you are.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice.

You cleared your throat, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere. “Oh, and, thank you for the compliment earlier. But honestly, you’re the one leading.”

Diavolo’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, but I don’t actually know how to dance.”

You nearly tripped over your own feet. “You don’t know how to dance?” you whispered incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, feigning offense. “I sign your paycheck.”

You barely registered that part. “You’ve been attending grand parties for centuries, and you’ve never learned how to dance?”

He grinned. “I’m excellent at coming up with excuses.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you like me to teach you, then?”

His smile grew. “Actually, that’s a great idea! And I happen to be free after the party.”

Diavolo’s gaze drifted across the ballroom, observing the guests, but you found yourself staring at him instead. His sharp jawline, the way his crimson hair glowed under the chandelier lights—he looked otherworldly. Dangerous, maybe. Yet to you, he felt like the safest place in the world.

“You’re staring again,” he said suddenly.

Your eyes widened. “Huh? What do you mean, again?” you sputtered.

A knowing smile played on his lips. “It’s not the first time I’ve caught you looking at me.”

Mortification burned through you. “I— I wasn’t—”

“But I don’t mind,” he interrupted smoothly. “In fact, I love the way your eyes follow my every move.”

Your breath hitched. A nervous laugh bubbled out of you as you tried to ignore the fire spreading across your cheeks.

Then he leaned in, his voice a hushed whisper. “Shall I tell you a secret?”

You nodded hesitantly, trapped by the intensity of his golden gaze.

“From time to time… I catch myself staring at you, too.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips. “Really?” you asked, playing along, despite the way your heart was practically leaping out of your chest.

The two of you giggled softly, lost in your own little world.

But then, the moment shattered.

Diavolo’s gaze flickered to someone across the room—a woman. She was beautiful. Regal. Fitting for a prince.

Your stomach twisted slightly at the sigh of such beauty.

Of course. He was royalty. He deserved someone who matched his grandeur.

The music slowed, signaling the end of the dance. You stepped back, suddenly feeling out of place. “You should dance with others, too, Your Majesty,” you said quietly, bowing slightly.

Diavolo frowned. “I want to dance with you, [name].”

Your name on his lips sent a shiver down your spine, but you shook your head. “No, I’m fine. You don’t have to waste your time on me.”

Before you could pull away, he took your hands in his, pressing them against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong—undeniably real.

“Don’t say that,” he murmured, his grip gentle but firm. “You deserve my time… and so much more.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “...More?”

Diavolo’s smile was soft, his gaze unwavering. “I'm saying that I like you. More than you realize.”

[lucifersyume]

Your voice

Leviathan X gn!MC (kinda short, apologies!!)

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა — Fluff, no angst

Levi discovers MC is the voice of one of his favourite anime character, so immediately he goes to interrogate them and ask why they didn’t tell him!

Notes: MC is referred to in the 3rd person! It isn’t stated if they voiced dub or sub, you pick, Levi pouts. Alot. MC and Levi are lovers in this!! not proofread!

As per usual, an anime long anticipated by Leviathan had dropped, so naturally he holed himself up in his room until he had finished absolutely everything the show has to offer, watching both sub and dub, refusing to check any messages or calls in fear of spoilers, which of course meant he missed messages from his brothers, and also MC about dinner preparations.

Though, after a few watches, Levi felt a feeling of familiarity in regards to one of the characters—his favourite. Their voice, to be specific. He recognised it almost immediately. That sweet, gentle, almost melodic tone. That voice that made him feel butterflies. That voice he absolutely adores.

“MC?” Was all that escaped his lips. Surely It can’t be them! They would have told him! That’s such a huge secret to be keeping! But he couldn’t deny it. That voice was theirs. No doubt about it. So, he did what his mind was practically screaming at him to do, go and see tnem. So he did. Pausing his show, and making his way to MC’s room, almost sprinting.

Without any warning—he bursts in, and stares at them in disbelief, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” He gasps, eyes still wide, almost as if his expression was stuck that way.

“What do you mean, Levi? Tell you what?” MC responded innocently, they knew exactly what Levi was talking about, they just wanted to mess with him a bit.

“You-! In that new anime! And you didn’t tell me!! What’s up with that? I thought I was supposed to be your friend!” Levi said, his tone almost accusing, yet not hostile.

“I wanted to tell you,” MC stated calmly, standing up and taking his hands in their own, which caused a sudden blush to appear on Levi’s face, his eyes locked onto theirs.

“Yeah, if you wanted to, why didn’t you? I would have kept it secret, but I guess you didn’t want to tell the shut-in otaku.” He huffed, a pout forming on his cheeks—his gaze momentarily flicking away from them, and back for a brief moment.

Chuckling softly, MC tilts his head toward them, a gentle smile on their lips.

“Levi, me not telling you was almost impossible. I wanted to reveal that secret to you so badly. But I wasn’t able to, due to my contract. I couldn’t leak anything until release day.” They explain, their voice never raising, that fondness never leaving.

Levi let out a “hmph,” looking at them, still faintly pouting, “well you still coulda told me! I’m no normie! I-I wouldn’t have gone around blurting out that you were the lead!” It was kind of funny, the way he was acting like a little kid who just got their favourite toy back after having it removed for misbehaving.

MC couldn’t help but sigh fondly, interlacing their fingers with his, and resting their forehead against his own, eyes closing. “I trust you, guppy. Believe me. I was in an internal conflict with myself. But if I had told you, I would’ve risked losing my role, you see.”

Guppy.

That silly nickname you had for him. Levi utterly adored it, adored the way it made his chest feel warmer and lighter, the fuzzy feeling it brought his troubled heart.

Though that was short lived as you mentioned possibly losing the role, and he gasped quietly.

“Losing the role!? Over telling one person?!” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m still kinda upset you think I’d tell anyone! That secret would have followed me to the grave! You know that!”

That made MC smile, and once again, they nodded in agreement. “I know, guppy, I know. But you understand the risk, yeah? You’d be devastated if you lost such a great opportunity!!”

At that, Levi paused and pondered, before nodding in defeat. “Yeah, i s’pose you’re right, MC.. I’d be really disappointed.” Though, his punctured demeanour was not long lived, as his eyes quickly lit up, and the barrage of questions began.

“Can I tell you my theories? What was your favourite scene? Will you be there for season 2? What happened to Aoi? Do you know what they were planning in the end?” And so on..

“C’mon guppy, sit down, I’ll tell you all about it, and you can tell me what your theories are, of course!”

Long into the night, Levi and you discussed it, until you both fell asleep in one another’s embrace, holding one another closely.

[brie-is-cheesy]

My masterlist!

🎠welcome to my carousel🎠

Spin once for secrets, twice for thrills, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll uncover a world stitched together with mayhem and mischief.

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

🩸The Allure of Blood and Blush {Toga Himiko}

a twisted fascination, sweet as cherry blossoms and as sharp as a needle.

“𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡” – himiko cannot resist you, especially when you're bleeding

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

🕯A Devil’s Devotion {Obey me Demons}

a promise turned vow, complete with indulgence and a love that borders on worship.

“𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑀𝐶—𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” – diavolo makes sure you never feel unloved on your birthday

🂱.........✿︎........☘︎........❣︎........❣︎........☘︎........✿︎.........🂱

“𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚—𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” – love this strong is written in the stars, unbreakable by fate itself

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🌙 Heaven’s Softest Touch {Simeon}

a tenderness that feels divine, filled with smiles and quiet confessions under the moonlight.

“𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒” – simeon thinks you are the most precious creation in existence, even his angelic heart couldn’t have dreamed someone as perfect as you

🂱.........✿︎........☘︎........❣︎........❣︎........☘︎........✿︎.........🂱

“𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚—𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” – love this strong is written in the stars, unbreakable by fate itself

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

🔮 The Wizard’s Whisper {Solomon}

a love as mysterious as his magic, made of playful charm and lingering gazes.

“𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚—𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” – love this strong is written in the stars, unbreakable by fate itself

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

🌌Gravity Between Us {Love and Deepspace}

a romance written in the stars, where love defies space and time.

“𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢... 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑡.” – sylus × reader | angst to smut to fluff

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

🧾Of Poems and Poets {Miscellaneous}

secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours~

“𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛” - red × reader × krampus | red one (2024)

☾︎• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •☽︎

For now, there’s only five doors, but more may open. Who knows where the carousel will stop next?

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hold on tight!

[devildomangel]

MC who was sad that they didn't get to see the Solar Eclipse so Beel and Belphie decided to recreate it for them.

-MC, wearing sunglasses and sitting outside the HOL-

Lucifer: MC! What in the nine circles are you doing out here?

MC: I'm watching the eclipse.

Lucifer: We don't even have a sun in the devildom

MC: Shhh! It's starting!

Beel, Wearing a cardboard cut out of the sun: *Standing still*

Belphie: *Wearing a cardboard cut out of the moon, passes by Beel*

MC: Hell yeah

[ephie-om]

I like to think that once MC has a pact with the brothers, their eyes turn the color of their respective sin whenever MC is indulging in that sin/using their power. I love the color coding but also how many scenarios or fics crop up from it in my brain.

Imagine Mammon is worried about his cooking not being good enough for you until he sees your eyes go red as you take your first bite.

Or Lucifer sees you being insulted by a demon and he's worried you won't stand up for yourself, so he looks for the flash of green in your eyes.

Or Belphie makes a *questionable* noise while he stretches after waking up and barely catches the glint of pink before you turn away.

Rrrgh I love it

[still-a-morosexual-help]

wait a minute

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE

IS THAT A CROP TOP?

DID MC COVER EVERYONE ELSE FROM HEAD TO TOE AND THEN GIVE MAMMON A SLEEVELESS CROP TOP & CHOKER?????????

DOWN BAD™

MC handing everyone else their wetsuits, overalls & winter clothes: these are to make your jobs easier for both you and your charges!😊

MC handing Mammon his outfit: this is for me.

[spark-river]

MC: Why are angels dressed sluttier than Asmo?

Simeon: Wha-?

Solomon: nudity was a form of purity too and in the end it's just a body.

Asmodeus: Michael definitely was the one to tell you that. He has his tits out.

Simeon: He doesn't?!

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Mammon: Please, MC, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

MC: I’m sorry Mammon...

Mammon, desperate: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

MC: It has to be done…

Mammon, even more desperate: Please don’t do this…

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: *Places +4* Uno.

[fregget-frou]

TikTok fell under so I’ll be posting more here, some more OMSWD fanart

Haven’t played the game in YEARS but I still love the dynamic between MC and Solomon

[helshollowhalls]

[tsukii0002]

Luke: Why is Solomon so restless?

Mc: Ah! because I've moved things around to make him think he has gaps.

Luke: Wh-why?

Mc: Because he keeps referring to me as a kid who doesn't know anything. So I'm going to make him feel like an old man.

Luke: ... Can't I do that?

Mc: My life, when the survival of seven adult demons and an immortal sorcered depend on you, you may.

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[shawtbredd]

The human's bold streak

"Ack-!"

There's a sound from your doorway, and you glance at the face painted with embarrassment through the reflection of your mirror, yours quickly taking on a similar pinkish shade.

"Mammon! Will you ever fucking knock?" You shout, turning to throw the eyeliner in your hand at the demon. It bounces off of the door as he hastily slams it shut again.

Huffing, you walk over to pick it up from the floor, returning it to your makeup bag. You wonder if he's still there, sulking behind your door, or if he only came to get you for breakfast before Beel eats everything. Standing in front of your mirror again, you slip on your trousers, but leave your shirt unbuttoned.

You trace the pact mark that spans the front of your neck, Lucifer's mark, to where it trails off between your collarbones. It glows at the touch, just faintly. Quiet mumbles come from outside your room.

"Mammon," You sigh, opening your door up again, "What is it?"

"I-," He says, before pausing at the sight of you, covering his eyes. "What the hell? Where are ya clothes?"

"I would have spent the extra minute to button my shirt, but you so obviously have something important say." You raise an eyebrow at him, hoping this might teach him a lesson.

Slowly, Mammon uncovers his face and keeps his eyes firmly on your own. You tilt your head, and he notices the mark on your neck glowing a steady hue of dark blue.

"Damn Lucifer…" He murmurs, gulping.

Then, a voice comes from further down the hallway. "What was that?"

Mammon pivots on his heel, his back to you, blocking your view of the other demon, and, subsequently, his of you.

"Hey, Lucifer! The human was just headin' down, nothin' to see here."

"…Right."

There's an uncomfortable silence, perhaps a stare off between the two brothers, but you just know Mammon is shaking in his boots.

Placing a hand on Mammon's arm, ignoring his jolt, you peek around him at Lucifer. "Right, indeed. I'm getting changed, if you'll both excuse me."

Closing the door on them both, you miss Lucifer's expression.

[the-ghost-0f-t0m0]

Mammon: Ok challenge, describe me in three words!

Levi: Annoying, idiotic, vain

Satan: About a five

MC: ....

Mammon: 😞

MC: Cuddy, clingy, perfect

Mammon: *started to tear up* thank you!

[chloeapplepi]

[devildomangel]

Thinking about this for a bit.

Imagine MC waking up back in the human world after they return. Their eyes are still closed and they expect someone to bust through their door but it never happens. They open their eyes and instead of seeing the familiar furniture of their room in Devildom, they are greeted by their own room.

Instead of seeing that weird ass dining table in the middle of their room, they see their desk instead. They expected to hear footsteps only to see none. They open the door and are greeted by the bland walls of their home instead of the ones in the HOL.

Everything feels familiar yet so distant. Their home wasn't a home anymore and it simply felt like a house. Where was the spark? The warmth they were so used to?

The kitchen feels empty and small. It's not as big. The fridge had very few little food.

MC would find themselves buying more groceries than intended because they were so used to getting things in bulk for Beel and his late night snacking.

The silence of their home is strange. They were so used to arguing, chaos, or even just chatter at almost all times.

MC when cooking would subconsciously try to make the things they'd cook when they're on cooking duty in the HOL. MC making a meal and still remembering each of the brothers' preference only to remember they are making a meal for themselves.

MC who once made too much food because they forgot they lived alone again.

"You've made too much again, didn't you? "

Solomon answers the phone as MC called him once again to ask if he'd like some food they made. MC solemnly answers a quiet "yes" as they look at the food. It was enough to feed Seven people and a Beel.