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devildomdisaster · 3 years ago

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I’d like to request a body switching scenario with [Satan, Asmo, Beelz, Solomon, Simeon] and an Gender Neutral MC with undisclosed chronic health issues. Like brittle bones that break if you step a little goofy, stress ulcers, sensitivity to light, joint pain, poor stamina, etc. I just want to see the boys go “You live like this?!”

Satan:

Satan has a habit of collecting rare magical objects. Somehow quite a few of these cause body-switching incidents.

The cursed object causes the two of you to lose consciousness for a few minutes. When he wakes up he is in immediate pain.

His first thought is that the spell must have caused this and you must be in pain too! If he, a demon, is in this much pain it must be excruciating for a human.

He rushes to you or tries to. But falls to his knees in shock as a shooting pain runs through him.

He blinks watering eyes and sees his body stirring on the floor and realizes you’ve switched bodies.

You sit up feeling better than you’ve felt in years. Wondering if this is ‘normal’ or if that cursed object gave you super healing.

It’s only when you hear your own voice calling your name that you realize you and Satan have switched bodies.

You can see the tears in his(your body's) eyes and know exactly what's happening. You’ve had chronic pain for years. And Satan is sitting in just the right way to send shooting pain up your spine.

“Lay down on your back,” you order him. He has just enough control to follow your order and lower your body down slowly.

You can see Satan’s relief on your face as the pain eases slightly. It takes a moment for the worst of the pain to subside and his breath to even out.

He’s staring at the ceiling when he speaks, voice still a little shaky, “You live like this?”

You hum out a yes.

“All- all the time?” he asks, horrified.

“Sometimes it's worse than others. If I move or sit in certain ways it gets real bad. But if I avoid those movements it’s bearable.”

Satan turns to you “This is what you call bearable?!”

You shrug, “That position is usually pretty safe. So yeah probably.”

He is careful to move your body a little as possible as he shifts to point at a spellbook. “That book-”

“Are you going to change us back?” you ask.

“I-” he hesitates. Clearly not wanting you to be in pain again.

“Look, Satan it’s not that I don’t enjoy being pain-free. But I’ve dealt with it for years now. I’ve learned how to function around it. I had to. You on the other hand are going to be laying on the floor for most of the day if you stay in my body.”

“I’m going to find a way to fix you.” He says firmly as you place the book in his hands.

“Promises, promise,” you sing, preparing yourself to experience the pain in your body again.

“I mean it. As soon as I can move again I am going to find a way to help you. Devildom magic has to be better than human medicine.”

Asmo:

Asmo bought you matching bracelets. “Look Mc, I bought us these bracelets! They are supposed to bring us closer together!”

Well, they did bring you closer together. Just not in the way Asmo intended.

When he clasped the bracelets on, you felt a shiver go down your spine and when you opened your eyes you felt...different. Better. There was no aching pain. For once the dazzling lights of Asmo’s room didn’t cause you to wince. That's when you realize you’ve switched bodies.

Asmo on the other hand immediately cringed and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching his(your) head.

Asmo groaned pitifully, teary eyes squinting at you “Mc, how do you do anything like this??”

He curls up beneath his covers, and you make your way around his room turning off all the lights and closing his curtains. Once the light is gone, Asmo peers out from beneath the covers, “Do you live like this all the time?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“No wonder your room is so dark. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

You shrug at him, “The Devildom is better than the human realm. There’s no bright sunlight here.”

Once the spell wears off, Asmo keeps the bracelet on both as a reminder of how you live with this chronic illness and as the intended purpose of showing how close the two of you are.

He buys you super dark glasses to try and filter out some of the bright light that bothers you.

and asks Solomon to help him find any magical treatments that might help you.

Beel:

Beel and you switch bodies after eating some of Solomon’s cooking.

Neither of you wants to eat Solomon’s cooking, but you had the misfortune to be the only two people who couldn’t find an excuse to get out of it.

Beel doesn’t know how it happened, Solomon doesn’t know how it happened, you sure as hell don’t know how this happened. But here you are with a strange magic ‘cake’ in hand, looking at your body from Beel’s eyes.

Your first thought is how strong you feel in Beel’s body. Like you could do anything. The exhaustion and joint pain you normally deal with is gone.

Is this how normal people live? Although you suppose a demon doesn’t count as a normal human, so it’s not such a good comparison.

You watch as Beel catches himself on the counter as he adjusts to the symptoms of your illness.

He lowers your body to the ground. Sitting gingerly as the movement causes the joint pain to flare.

“Mc, is this how you feel every day?” He is so so concerned about you! How do you function if you feel like this all the time? “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“It’s ok, Beel. I’ve figured out how to deal with it.”

“It is not ok. Mc, we could have helped you!”

It’s strange to be lectured by your own voice and body. But Beel does a good job of it. He insists that you have to tell him when your symptoms act up and convinces you to let him speak with Lucifer about trying some magical treatments.

The potion doesn’t wear off for several hours. You feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying this when Beel is so obviously suffering, but you can’t remember the last time you felt so good. So capable.

Once the spell wears off Beel insists on carrying you around so you aren't as fatigued and to avoid aggravating your joint pain.

Be prepared for trying a string of different potions and spells to treat your illness, under the watchful eyes of Beel and Lucifer.

Solomon:

After hearing about Lucifer and Satan’s body-switching incident Solomon went looking for another cursed book.

He’d heard some rumor about Satan’s book having a twin and was determined to find it.

And find it he did.

You accidentally touched the book at the same time as him and switched bodies.

Solomon is more intrigued than anything else. “Do you live like this all the time? If so, you do a remarkable job of hiding it.”

He is going to test the limits of your body’s capabilities. He wants to know what situations cause pain or discomfort so that you can’t pretend to be ok when you aren’t.

You’ll have to warn him if he is doing anything that might permanently harm your body.

Unlike some of the others, Solomon doesn’t immediately look for a way to switch back.

When the spell wears off Solomon has a near-complete understanding of your condition. He knows what causes pain, what doesn’t, and what situations you should absolutely avoid.

“Mc, you need to stop pretending you are ok when you’re not. I’ll be here to help you when you need it. And if that help happens to be stopping you from doing foolish things to save face then so be it.”

Solomon keeps a close eye on you from now on. He respects you enough to not tell anyone about your condition if you don’t want him to, but he will also come up with the strangest excuses to remove you from activities he knows will aggravate your condition.

If there is magic that can be used to help you Solomon will find it. Just be prepared to feel a little bit like a lab rat while he figures out the perfect spell or potion to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon wants to know what it feels like to be human. He thinks it would give him a greater understanding of humanity.

He mentions this to Solomon, who being the chaos loving wizard he is, makes a potion to allow Simeon to switch bodies with you.

The problem occurs when Solomon 'forgets’ to tell you both that he’s already put the potion in your tea.

Simeon is shocked. He finds himself in your body. Looking at himself through your eyes. And by god does your body hurt!

“Mc, I’m dreadfully sorry, but I think Solomon’s little joke may have gone wrong. I-everything hurts.”

You blink at Simeon...er Simeon in your body. Mind taking a moment to catch up with the sudden body switch. You feel great. Part of that might be due to being in an angel's body, but mostly it's due to the lack of pain.

“Oh, everything's fine on my end. So it must be my chronic pain. It’s worse today than others.”

“Wh-what do you do when it’s bad?”

“Usually I try to distract myself. Or try to take a nap and hope I wake up feeling better. But we’d made plans and I didn’t want to cancel so…”

“So you decided to deal with extra pain for my sake? Oh, Mc. You should have told me you live like this. I can help”

“There’s no point, Simeon. Not a single doctor I’ve been to has found anything wrong with me. I didn’t want anyone here to pity me.”

“I am an angel, Mc. I’m quite sure I can do a bit more than your human doctors.”

You help Simeon to his room where you spend the afternoon watching human world movies to help distract him.

Simeon sleeps fitfully next to you and as you drift off you wonder if that is how you always look when you let your guard down enough to show your pain.

When the potion wears off you are both asleep, curled up next to each other.

When you wake up you are back in your own body. Simeon is sitting next to you slipping a charmed bracelet onto your wrist. “This is from the Celestial realm. It should help keep your pain at a more manageable level until I can find a more permanent solution.”

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mammoney-22 · 3 years ago

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My tablet deleted the last 4 weeks worth of drawing I've done. So have a bit of a vent headcannon thing for the boys accidentally messing up some type of work that's important to you.

Lucifer

WAY more apologetic than you'd think

He understands how it feels having important work destroyed, his brother manage to do it all the time

Desperately hopes there's something he can do

After you tell him there isn't he's just really sulky around you

Like a scolded puppy

Don't mention it

Secretly does everything he can to make up for it

Mammon

Oh lord he saw that death glare and fully expected to wake up in a coffin

Frozen in terror for a few minutes

Doesn't know what to say

Apologizes profusely once he's able to

Refuses to get any closer though

Will also sulk big time and meekly offer whatever he can

Don't stay mad at the baby he's really sorry

Beel

He really didn't mean to bit you were between him and his food somehow and it just happened

Takes a long time to realize what he's does

Immediately shrinks once he sees the look in your eyes

Quietly asks if he messed you up

Hardcore cringes when you tell him he did

Poor baby does anything and everything he can to make up for it

Constantly bringing snacks

Again don't stay mad, he didn't mean it

Asmo

He didn't mean to but?? Shouldn't have been near his vanity????

Wants to apologize but stubbornly insists that 'the lighting of his vanity being so perfect isn't an excuse' that you can use

He needed it

Takes him even longer than Beel to accept the consequences of his actions

Tries his best to be apologetic

Levi

Realized immediately

EXTREMELY sorry

He too knows what it's like to have someone ruin important work

Has packages waiting for you the next time you pay a visit to his room

They're full of whatever supplies appeal to your particular hobby

It's his way of apologizing

He took the time to look this stuff up when he could've been reading his manga

He's sorry okay?

Satan

He spilled tea on your work in his eagerness to tell you about something he just read

He didn't mean to

Positively mortified

Tries to mop it up quick

He straight up avoids having beverages around you for awhile

Cringes inside everytime you work near him from then on

Apologizes at least once or twice, makes it up to you through the avoidance of his favorite beverages in your presence

Belphie

He had no idea until he woke up and you told him

He'd been out COLD on your lap and moved during an important part of your work

Didn't entirely ruin it but gave you extra work trying to fix it

Sleepily apologized and tried to cuddle you

You weren't having it and he woke up real quick

Pouted for DAYS

Forgive him or he's not gonna stop

Sigh. I wish my tablet could apologize and give me my drawings back to make up for it. Guess I'll post my MC OC when I get that shit figured out. Enjoy!

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sondepoch · 4 years ago

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HC: MC is more flexible than them!

Perfection is certain. Perfection is solid. Perfection is the body of a demon or an angel, where there is no room (or need) for bones to crack and muscles to stretch. You and Solomon, though? You’re human. Not so “perfect” when compared to the other inhabitants of at RAD—but that just makes it all the more interesting when they finally see the way the human body can crack and bend

Word Count: 5.5k

SFW + mild descriptions of cracking body parts

Characters: All brothers + All Undateables + Luke

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

Instant panic mode

Man just learned that it’s possible for humans to break bones, so when he hears you casually crack your knuckles, he instantly assumes that all your fingers are broken

Finds it even more terrifying when you lean your head back and crack your neck

Honestly, the look of sheer horror on his face would be terrifying if you didn’t find it so funny

Is actually super confused when he realizes that you’re 100% fine but will not lower himself to actually asking you about it. That is not the Lucifer way, and so this man instead decides to secretly binge Satan’s collection of human anatomy instead

But uh, he gets scarily into it

Seriously, you’re starting to get concerned when it’s been nearly two full weeks of Lucifer ignoring you to bury his nose in a book, eyebrows furrowing every goddamn time he finishes one, and still has no clue what that cracking sound is

It’s only when you casually do it at the dinner table and Asmo cringes, complaining about how weird it is that humans get pockets of gas inside certain joints and they actually have to crack it out, to which all his brothers nod their head and cringe when you do it again, that he understands what it is

Has never been more relieved

He isn’t as disturbed by the sound as he was before, so it’s not as fun to tease him with it - but you can count on the fact that if you ever crack anything in his presence, he will pause whatever he’s doing to study you for a moment and make sure your face isn’t contorted in pain or anything

After all, he needs to be completely certain that you haven’t broken a bone

But someone help this man when he realizes how much more flexible humans are compared to demons

The first time you do a backbend in front of him, he actually flinches

Man can’t help but imagine himself in those poses - and no matter how sexy you look when you’re winking at him and stretching your body like it’s glue, his bones would have to be shattered to bits for him to do the same

Quietly asks you not to stretch yourself into such positions in his presence

On the bright side, you can shut him up in the middle of any lecture by “casually” stretching your arms back until the demon is so disturbed that he stops in the middle of his sentence and asks you to leave as soon as possible

All in all, not a big fan - but he can tolerate your antics (if only to save face)

But if you ever show him videos (or even pictures) of a contortionist, he may actually be scarred for the rest of his almost-eternal life

Mammon

Man really needs to learn how to knock

He barges into your room without warning, as usual, only to see you all but straddling the ground, legs spread wide apart as you lean to one side and touch your right toe

It’s the most basic human stretch there is - but it’s terrifying to Mammon

You don’t even get the chance to say hi to him before he’s lifted you onto your feet, pulling you up from under your arms, desperately asking why you weren’t screaming for help

Cannot process the fact that you were actually in that position willingly, much less the notion that it felt remotely good

Of course, you respond to his obvious aversion by showing him all the other ways your body can bend, flopping onto your bed and bending your body into a perfect bridge position

Mammon’s screeches when he sees the arch your back makes

It lowkey gives him nightmares the next night

Also becomes very touchy after he sees you move your body around so comfortably

In his eyes, you’re now the equivalent of a giant teddy bear - and really, what are the differences, now? He uses you for cuddles and hugs, can seemingly bend your body in any way and you’ll bounce back, and your skin is so soft compared to the hardness of his own body

Man actually grows used to your body after a while, holding a strange fascination for the way you can move

Begins to think that it’s��cool when you show him how you can crack your knuckles and such

Absolutely makes use of the fact that some of his other brothers hate the sound, casually walking up to them with you by his side and asking them (while you crack your knuckles) to forgive his debts

Works 90% of the time

The 10% when it doesn’t work, though, he gets into trouble

In his free time, though, he actually likes lying with you and trying to figure what other body parts you can crack

Courtesy of Mammon, you learn that you can crack your hip if you stretch at a certain angle

(Bonus:) He one day tries to stretch his body the way you stretch yours and does a basic hamstring stretch on the ground, trying to touch his toes, but the exertion is too much for his inflexible body and he sort of locks a joint, so he’s left on the floor for nearly half an hour until you find him in his room and help him out of it

(Bonus bonus:) After his trauma from the above incident, he immediately goes back to assuming that you’re in great pain every time he sees you do a particularly difficult stretch and instantly lifts your body out of the position, no matter how you protest and say that you’re fine

Leviathan

"What a normie”

That’s the only reaction you get when you crack your knuckles in front of him, eager to see what he’ll do after realizing how much it disturbs his other brothers

Needless to say, you’re disappointed by his utter nonchalance

But that’s only because you have no clue what happens to Levi when he runs to his room and closes his door, jumping into his bathtub with a shook expression on his face

“Oh my god!” He squeals. “iT wAs LiKE iN tHe aNImES”

Nah, fr tho

Man has seen more than enough human-world shows which feature characters cracking their knuckles before getting down to work, so he’s pretty familiar with the concept

Like many things in anime, he was only 60% sure that it was real

But you actually did it

And it was in real life

Man is practically fanboying over a perfectly normal phenomenon

While you’re sitting in the living room, thinking that he was utterly unfazed by it :(

But when the two of you have a whole year to spend together under the same roof, it’s honestly inevitable that the truth comes out

“You like it?” You ask, pure confusion settling over your faces. After all, he’s the first of the brothers to not be utterly horrified by your little habit

“N-no!” Levi shouts, hiding his face. “I mean, maybe...just a little...sort of...but not in the normie way!”

Boi is too cute for his own good

Of course, you humor him and proceed to crack every single joint you can think of, sending a wink Levi’s way

It would be so easy to tease him, wouldn’t it? To mess with him and call him strange, to compare to his brothers and remind him that you’re not an anime character - and that anime is, in fact, based on humans, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that humans could crack their knuckles the way he’s seen online

But, he’s too precious. And too cute. And he’s too adorable, staring at you with that utterly captivated expression, so you can’t help but humor him again, asking if he wants to see some of the other differences between humans and demons

And when you show him how you can bend your body, man is shook all over again

He 100% thought that the absurd stretches (like a split? how preposterous) were merely fabrications of animation - flourishes added in by animators to make the visuals more interesting

But seeing you move like that? And when you show him the other stuff?

Congratulations. Boi is officially convinced that humans are more interesting that anime can ever be.

Satan

One of the few demons who was already familiar with the fact that humans are ridiculously flexible and can crack nearly everything in their body

He was actually the one to approach you about it

“Stretch for me, human.”

Or well, the same thing but in less blunt words

Actually invites you to have tea with him where he first broaches the subject, confirming that you'll be fully comfortable with everything he wants to study

Lmao man really arranges to have a safe word in case he pushes you too far

Once you’ve agreed to letting him study how the human body can bend and crack, the two of you set a time and meet up in his room (and yes, he does clear his books out of the way to make room for you)

And so the stretching begins

It actually feels quite awkward at first with Satan showing you pictures from human world yoga books and asking you to mimic them, taking notes in a book on everything

Gets really excited when he realizes that your flexibility is a function of how often you stretch, and once he realizes that you’re able to go a little farther each day, he becomes lowkey obsessed with finding out whether there's a limit or not

Boi may or may not secretly try to stretch in his own room in case demons are just naturally less flexible and need to stretch regularly to become like humans

Also almost breaks his arm attempting that, so he never tries it again

The whole ordeal fits itself into your routine after long enough: after school, you go to Satan’s room and do yoga while he jots down notes on how your body moves, and after everything is done the two of you have tea

Satan never touches you while you’re stretching for fear that he’ll physically push you into something uncomfortable, but when you explain that certain positions are easier to hold if someone helps, he’ll definitely try to be a helping hand

He starts out really tentatively, hesitant that he’ll be too strong and will push you to the floor or something, but he’s pleasantly surprised to find that humans are more resilient than he’d initially thought

After his notebook is filled with notes and he’s suitably convinced that all his questions are sated, he’ll express his gratitude and tell you that you don’t need to continue

But if you tell him that you’ve been enjoying your time together, man will 100% clear that space in his room permanently, so that you can spend time there together while Satan asks you calming questions about your day and you stretch the tension of the day out of your muscles

Asmodeus

Jelly boi

Nah but fr

Man couldn’t care less about your ability to crack your knuckles and neck - if anything, he finds the habit to be irritating

But boi is jealous when he sees how easily you can bend your body and stretch into positions that even he can’t

Obviously, his mind is in the gutter when he’s thinking about the way your body can bend - but he’s equally furious of the fact that human skin is so much softer than demon skin

Like, yes. Most demons have near-perfect skin because of its taut texture - and yes, that gives them the illusion of perfection

But human skin, blemished as it is, is like a teddy bear next to a rock when compared to demon skin

And obviously Asmo’s skin is softer than everyone else’s (this man is NOT skimping out when it comes to his skincare routine), but it infuriates him that his skin isn’t as soft as yours

Of course, man bounces back quicker than anyone else (as expected)

He grows content with the texture of his own skin the moment he realizes how easily penetrable human skin is - namely when he’s doing homework with you and he sees your skin get sliced open by paper, of all things (man nearly chokes when he learns that this is a regular occurrence for humans)

But he never quite loses his fixation for the human body

It’s highkey the reason why he likes touching you so much - your skin is softer than some Devildom blankets! If he could fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him every night, he absolutely would

But he won’t genuinely request that of you unless you explicitly offer, so he’ll settle for simply hugging you at every opportunity

Ofc, the moment he grows content with the texture of his skin, he’s jealous of your flexibility all over again, so it’s kind of nuts

You eventually have to sit him down and tell him all the downfalls of being able to bend yourself into awkward positions (ex: getting stuck in said position or causing a cramp) for him to finally be content with his own body once more

The moment he’s back to normal, all the usual flirtatious jokes come back and he’s offering to let you show him the ways your body can bend

You deny instantly

But if he ever takes you to a club and has the opportunity to dance with you, do a body roll

Man will get on his knees if that’s what it takes to have you do it again

And then he’ll whisk you off to his room, stubbornly ignoring his brother’s protests, declaring that he needs to “reeducate” himself in the art of dance, and that you’re going to be his teacher

And hey - give him a private show while you’re at it ;)

Beelzebub

The first time you crack your knuckles in front of him, he’s eating

Man doesn’t really register it, just assumes that he bit something crunchy

The second time you do it, it’s in his and Belphie’s room - and Belphie is taking a nap

Man gets a little suspicious, because the sound definitely came from your end, but he dismisses it and decides that the sound must have been a hitch in Belphie’s breathing

But the third time, the two of you are alone

And Beel’s protective instincts come rushing to the surface when he realizes that you really are the one making that sound

“Are you dying?”

First question, no matter what. Man has heard of medical conditions that cause bones to become brittle and crumbly, so he needs to know

Then again, he won’t really believe you when you tell him the truth

“You can...crack stuff at will?”

beelisconfuzzled.exe

You have to show him methodically, portion by portion, which of your body parts you can crack

He isn’t disturbed by the sound (he’s eaten things which sound much worse, he can assure you) but man is intrigued

(”But how?” He’ll inevitably ask, struggling to yank his own knuckles off in an attempt to crack them and get that feeling of satisfaction you kept talking about)

All in all,he has a decent reaction - probably one of the only people who won’t overreact about the information

But then the fateful day comes

And he cracks your back

It happens while he’s giving you a big bear hug, proud of you after you came running to tell him about a good grade you got in Devildom Literature - and he places his palm on your back in just the right area, pressing down as he hugs you

And pop

Man is so mortified, he almost drops you

You, on the other hand, cannot be more pleased with this development

“Again! Again!” You shout, trying to get him to repeat the action - but while Beel loves hugging you, cracking your back is something he’s not willing to risk

“It’s okay when you do it, because you know how much your back can take” is his biggest argument. "But I don't."

And unfortunately, calling him a chicken won’t work when you try to convince him otherwise :(

What will work, however, is convincing Beel that this can be a sort of strength training - because he needs to have full control of his body to do it right

He’ll agree to do it once (mainly because you’ve been begging for so long)

But, obviously, “once” means as many times as you want, from there on out ;)

Belphegor

It’s one of the few times where Belphie isn’t in tune with his brother

And he hates it

He doesn’t understand how Beel isn't disturbed by the sound - every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a shudder straight down Belphie’s spine

And it’s not the ick factor taking place. It’s just that Belphie can’t help that his mind wanders to darker places whenever you do something like that, the sound abruptly reminding him of his time in the Celestial War and all the awful things he heard there

Like others, the sound reminds him of how weak you really are

And so, if you ever crack your knuckles around him, expect him to leave instantly

He’s the one brother who will never learn to tolerate it - not when he can remove himself from the situation so easily

And honestly, it’s kind of amazing how sharp his ears are

Is he taking a nap on your lap? If you think you can subtly crack anything without his eyes shooting open, you’re wrong

Is he preparing dinner with you in the kitchen? Nope, the sound of boiling water will not cover the sound of your body stretching too far, and Belphie will shoot you a glare before swiftly exiting the room

Is he simply doing homework with you in the RAD library? You’d think that the sound of chatter from the table next to you would hide the noise you make when you subtly lean back to crack your back, but Belphie is gathering his things mere seconds later, huffing and muttering under his breath

So yeah

Not a fan

On the other hand, he loves how accommodating your body is in terms of how flexibly you are

It brings him great joy, honestly, to just watch you flop your arms around aimlessly because humans’ movements are so fluid, so smooth, so unhindered by the rigid joints of demons

And, obviously, your flexibility makes for better naps

He likes to sleep next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist while you latch onto him in whatever position you deem comfortable

Without a doubt, the position you find is something that would be wholly impossible for a demon (how are you bending your legs that much?!) and it sometimes scares him to realize the full extents of your flexibility (can all humans twist their arms like that, or is it just you?) but he loves that you use your body’s oddities to pull him closer

And he’ll never deny you a comfortable nap if you’re willing to cuddle so readily

Never

Unless you crack your knuckles, that is

Solomon

Life is war and cracking body parts is your only weapon

Aka nonstop competitions between you and our resident wizard boy, both of you cracking body parts back and forth until one of you either fails or runs out of things to crack

Knuckles? Come on, are you even trying? Give him something less basic

Back? Oh yeah. Both sides, too - and the loud ones

Hips? You didn’t think it was possible, but Solomon will look you in the eye and hit one side of his hip, the movement a prelude to an instant CRACK which rings out oh-so-gloriously from the other end

Ribs? You realized you could crack them once and never stopped - you’re actually the one to teach Solomon how to do this

Neck? Always the finisher. So loud, and so satisfying

Neither the House of Lamentation nor Purgatory Hall ever wants to have the two of you over at the same time, because the residents know that you and Solomon will have these competitions. And they absolutely hate it.

So what do you do?

Go to the library and disturb the demons there, of course

It actually becomes a pretty sick form of payback to all the annoying demons that look down on the two of you for being humans, because they always cringe so hard when you guys do this

The two of you have deduced that the sound of knuckles cracking is the demon equivalent to the sound of nails on a chalkboard

And you fucking run wild with it

No one wants to piss either of you off, because you’ll both glare at the demon in question and proceed to crack every body part known to mankind (like seriously - it’s reached the point where you guys can crack your TOES, and if that isn’t absolutely amazing, then you don’t know what is)

It actually highkey annoys the demons in your classes, because you guys always crack everything right before an exam and while it helps you focus better, it effectively ruins their concentration

Ofc you guys don’t really care so they can suck it

But uh

Okay so the demons at RAD may or may not get fed up of you both one day and petition for Diavolo to instate a “No cracking body parts” rule in school

So yeah your primary source of entertainment sort of disappears after that point

But no worries, you and Solomon head to the downtown shopping districts instead and become the BEST hagglers in town

“Hey, can we get these shirts on a discount? Huh? You don’t do discounts?

*Aggressively cracks everything until the demon just wants them out of the store*

“How about now BICH?”

Simeon

You’re actually not the one to introduce Simeon to the idea of humans being able to crack their body parts at will

No, it’s Solomon who steals that pleasure from you

But will Simeon ever let the sorcerer know just how much it unnerves him? Absolutely not. So what does our beloved angel do?

Why, there’s only one option

Come running straight to you.

Man is disturbed. Honestly, disturbed is phrasing it lightly. If he were in his angel form, you’d be able to see how his feathers ruffle and flutter at the very thought of that sound

Needless to say, he hates it

(You 100% consider cracking your knuckles in front of him, just to tease him, but you decide against it)

See, Simeon is an angel. And that means 99% of the time, he’s surrounded by other holy spirits, all of which have bodies molded to perfection that simply cannot crack the way yours can. Whereas demons are forced into human interaction a little more (oft when they're summoned), Simeon really isn’t used your fragility, no matter how much he tries to remind himself of it

So yeah

He hates it

On the other hand - man loves how flexible humans are

The first time you flop down onto your bed, assuming a position that would be impossible for any demon or angel to take but is deemed “comfortable” by you, Simeon is enraptured

It’s not sexual, he just thinks it’s really amazing that you have so much control over your body when he can hardly do a standing glute stretch without breaking a limb

It’s almost funny, his fixation

Actually no - it’s not almost funny. It is wholly and completely hilarious, and you will not stop leading him further down this rabbit hole

When you send this man picture of an contortionist, he’s utterly mesmerized

Show him human ballet, and he will not stop watching it

So yeah

He appreciates parts of the human body, hates others - but as long as you never crack your muscles in front of him, he’s down

Also - after you’ve thoroughly interested him in the art of being a human, he may just write about it in his next book. If you read the next set of chronicles detailed by Christopher Peugeot, you already know who the “feisty but good-hearted human who can bend themselves into a pretzel” is based on

(Bonus: Do a body roll in front of him and he might faint - man knew the human body could but like that? You might just have corrupted an angel)

Luke

“So...cool...!”

Boi loves it

He cheers you on like a champ, laughing merrily as you crack your knuckles into oblivion, scaring away the other residents in Purgatory Hall

And no matter how many times Simeon warns him not to urge you on (”The human already has no sense of self-preservation, and you don’t need to help that along,” he said), Luke can’t help but watch with excited eyes as you show him how different the human body is

He’s almost like Levi with his ardent admiration, and he honestly finds nothing disturbing about the sound of you cracking knuckles

Just finds it cool

It actually serves as a catalyst for his relationship with Solomon, because Luke will 100% go up to him and ask him whether he can crack his body like you, and obviously, the man will laugh and prove that centuries of knowledge have made him better than the average human - even in this area

But yeah

You can really see his inner child come out

(Though don’t say that last part out loud - he’ll ignore you for three days in an attempt to be “mature” before you convince him to accept your apology)

But really - he may be the only person who can not only tolerate the quirks of your body, but openly endorses all of them

On the downside, though, he’ll also try to crack his knuckles...which won’t bode too well, given that his body was built to perfection by God

Boi almost rips his finger off

Simeon proceeds to instate a no-cracking-knuckles rule within Purgatory Hall to discourage any further attempts from Luke

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Backflips.

It doesn’t matter if you can or you can’t do them - Luke will happen to see a video of a human doing one (ahem, Solomon showed him it in an attempt to stir up trouble), and now he’s begging you to do the same thing in real life

Which doesn’t work out too well, given that backflips are hard

And you may not be successful 100% of the time

And obviously, Simeon eventually finds out that the two of you have moved onto a new fixation, and so he instate the no-backflips-in-Purgatory-Hall rule

But you know what he didn’t ban?

Cartwheels.

And so it continues on and on, indefinitely because the only way to cease your and Luke’s shenanigans would be to ban humans in Purgatory Hall, and Solomon is thankfully preventing him from doing that

Barbatos

Hates it, hates it, hates it

More than any of the brothers, more than any of the angels - this man loathes every oddity of the human body that makes it different from a demon’s

But not for the reasons you’d expect

See, it’s not the sound that bothers Barbatos

No, he’s heard the screams of the damned before. You cracking a few measly knuckles hardly makes him flinch as he pours your tea

But what Barbatos does hate is the fact that he doesn’t know what it means

Every single time you crack a knuckle in his presence, it doesn’t matter if the prince himself is speaking, because Barbatos’s eyes will fly straight to you

And yes - you guessed it:

Barbatos can’t tell the difference between the sound of you cracking your knuckles and the sound of you breaking a bone.

And for that reason, he hates it

It’s hardly his fault - he doesn’t even know if there is a difference between the two sounds. But this butler has no faith in you and no faith in humanity as a whole, so every time you crack your knuckles, it sends a rush of worry straight to his stomach, and the demon has to watch you for a solid ten seconds to make sure that you haven’t actually hurt yourself

Poor man

He’s the kind of guy to take everything in stride, so he'll probably never tell you how much he hates it when you crack your knuckles (and honestly, what would he say? “Hi, can you please stop cracking your knuckles because I care about you and it makes me concerned for your health???” No, that’s not going to work. And he doesn't know what will work, so he suffers in silence)

Seeing you stretch is even worse

It can be a casual stretch, simply pulling your arms above your head just slightly beyond what would be physically possible for a normal demon, but it sends a chill to Barbatos’s heart, and he’s worried all over again

See, when you crack your knuckles, at least it’s over. But when you stretch? Sometimes you hold your position for a minute, if not more - and Barbatos simply can’t turn away because he’s terrified that he will, and you’ll somehow hurt yourself

So yeah

No rest for this butler, not as long as you’re going around with that weak body of yours and are cracking and stretching your way into oblivion

On the bright side, it means that he’s almost always watching over you when you visit, an added layer of protection

The only difference is that while the others are focused on protecting you from other demons, Barbatos is preoccupied with making sure you don’t hurt yourself

Diavolo

Timing is everything

And indeed, you just happen to be in the midst of cracking your knuckles and neck the moment you’re transported to the Devildom, every single one of the most powerful demons in the land staring at you in horror as your body pops some more

"Oh no,” Diavolo whispers, frowning as he looks at Barbatos. “We got a defective human :(”

Nevermind the insult you feel at his words (who does this strange, unfairly-attractive redhead think he is, calling you “defective???” He might be correct in his judgement, but he had no right to voice his thoughts!), you are shook

Definitely not the best first impression for either of you to make

Of course, Lucifer is quick to pick things up with his explanation of what this place is and who he is, and the whole situation is mostly forgotten as you come to realize that you’re standing in front of a literal prince

But the past has a way of resurfacing

And obviously, several months later, you crack your knuckles once more in the presence of the demon lord

The immediate wince on his face is more than enough for you to read his mind

“You’re thinking I’m defective again, aren’t you?”

“YOU REMEMBER THAT?!”

Poor bby

He’s honestly such a brilliant ruler, but when it comes to maneuvering the minds of humans, it’s just not his strong suit

Anyway, the two of you have a long talk (aka you rant and Diavolo listens) where you explain to him that cracking knuckles is a normal phenomenon, and that - look, you can even crack other parts of your body

And the prince is fascinated

He knew humans were built differently than demons, but he’d simply assumed that your body was just as perfect as his, and that yours could simply handle less extreme conditions

Clearly, though, that wasn’t the case

Man decides that, as the ruler of hell and the man spearheading efforts to unite the three realms, it is his moral obligation to learn about the other ways humans differ from demons

And so the shenanigans begin

It’s honestly time-consuming, but Lucifer doesn’t mind because if you’re with Diavolo, you’re out of trouble, and Barbatos doesn’t mind because if Diavolo’s with you, then he’s out of trouble

All in all, it becomes the prelude to a LOT of time spent together, and a LOT of differences between demons and humans come to light.

Aka various iterations of “What do you mean, humans can’t bite through steel?”

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years ago

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Making the Seven Demon Brothers Flustered (?)

basically a compilation of sweet stuff with the seven brothers.

Warning: uncensored swearing

This was an extremelly random idea that came in my mind. I was laying down looking at the ceiling and had a moment of epiphany where I thought: "holy shit I love when the brothers blush, I should make that everyone else's problem" and so here we are.

Lucifer

Contrary to popular belief, flustering Lucifer isn't impossible.

You know those days you just can't sleep?

If you decide to walk around the house you will most likelly stumble upon a Lucifer coming back from filling his most likely 10th cup of coffee.

First he will definetelly ask you what on earth were you doing awake before frowning in disapproval because you have classes tommorrow. So you should be in bed, asleep, like probably only Asmo and maybe Satan, and possibly Mammon in the house.

But honestly, it's 3am and both you and him are sleep deprived and I don't think anything really has a meaning at this point.

So that's when I say it's your cue to walk up to him, raise your arms, and hug him.

Just hug him and refuse to let go

He will be both flustered and frustrated that he can't hug you back

10/10 he would walk to his office with you clinging to him like a koalla, put his cup down, and give you a hug of his own.

He will still demand you to go to bed after he rechargers himself thought.

Mammon

I mean, what doesn't fluster Mammon?

But what about the moments he can handle being flustered without trying to deny his feelings out loud?

Yeah, those ones are the real treasures.

So I give you: hand holding.

This man is weak for holding hands, wherever and whenever. Just grab his hand and carress your tumb over his own, or link your pinkies and swing your arms a bit, even just losely holding each other's fingers.

He loves it so much it can even become something he does automatically once he gets used to it.

Sitting together? His hand is right over yours. Walking side by side? He will absolutely refuse to let go of your hand (he even forgets sometimes and scares himself when he raises his hand to fix his shades and he sees he's still holding onto you).

At some point the others may even start to cringe over the fact that you two appear to always be holding hands, even inside the house. It's very sweet though, and honestly, I bet his grip is very addicting to hold on to.

Leviathan

Even more so than his older brother, what doesn't fluster Levi?

So I will give out the one that possibly brings the cutest reactions out of him: surprise attacks.

Laying down side by side and you just feel like kissing him? Just do it. Give him a lil' peck on the lips or a soft one on the tip of his nose, and watch as he tries to hide in plain sight.

He did something that made you extremelly happy and you just feel he needs a reward? Just do it. Smooch his cheek, hug him and give him a lil' squeeze. He will be so happy he will not know what the hell he is supposed to do.

And best of all: at some point, once he gets, a bit, used to it, he will try to reciprocate.

Satan

Will the answer to how to fluster Satan be cats?

Yes it will be cats.

But also cheesy lines from romance books.

So you can pick your poison.

You have chosen cat? Just lay down besides him and give your best meow. Lean into his touch, plop your chin on the top of the book he is holding and stare at him, maybe pout for increase in effectiveness. He will be squirming on his spot in no time.

You have chosen cheesy lines? Do it while having one of those candlelight dates with Satan, give your best shot with the biggest smile you can. He will melt.

Asmodeus

Contrary to all of his brothers, the real question for Asmo is: what even flusters him?

The answer might be: unexpected compliments that are related to who he is as a person instead of who he is in appearence.

Which is... very specific to say the least.

Just fucking throw compliments at him about how he is extremelly sweet, caring and talented. Diligent, passionate, and how he always manages to brighten your day simply by saying his usual excited "Hi!".

Just throw all these at him like bullets from an automatic gun, throw your hands in the air or clench your fists and look him right in the eye as you say it loud and clear. Let whoever is around hear it too, they should all realize how important this man is.

And congrats, you now have a red faced, mouth agape, wide eyed, Asmo.

Beelzebub

Surprisingly not that hard to fluster the avatar of gluttony.

Though it's not very common for him to blush, on the inside he will be dancing macarena on x2 speed.

Pocky game? He will get so flustered he will break it midway. Helping him work out? Just lay right under him as he does push ups and he will slowly either stop working or become more, let's say, determined.

Just feel like hugging him? If he has his hands free, just throw yourself at him, he will be perplexed for a second and believe me when I say you will be able to feel his heartbeat, and it will be pretty damn fast.

But there is also a different strategy: pair up with Belphie.

Just throw a blanket over both of you and snuggle together, then walk over to Beel. Yes just walk over to him. This man is weak for you being cute with his twin. May end up engulfing both of you in a bear hug.

Belphegor

Oh, the avatar of denial.

Just like his brother it isn't exaxtly that hard to fluster him, and he often doesn't show it much on the outside. But when he does? He will not admit it.

Waking up to you sleepily staring at him from his stomach while laying on your arms? No, he is not blushing, you are imagining things.

You give out a giggle and a sun blinding smile in response to his denial? Oh! he is frowning now. Look at that, his face is becoming redder with each second.

Want to get a finishing blow? Just say you love him. You will never see him move so fast to latch onto you in a big hug like an octopus as both of you fall ungracefully back on the bed. He is totally not hiding his face on your neck, pfft, of course not.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this is what happens when I let my brain do its thing when I'm trying to sleep

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dirtycccat · 4 years ago

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the demon bros+ undateables showing their love

thought about this for 5 min then had to write it out so enjoy

lucifer

first off you notice he treats you differently

and by differently i mean like you’re his favorite child sibling

you get away with anything??? and he’s softer with you than with the others (which is canon)

then you see that?? he keeps buying you stuff you said you wanted when he was present

and you’re ofc impressed

but you’re more impressed by how open he’s around you

he’ll leave most of his walls down around you

which means you’ll get to experience unfiltered lucifer

he’ll laugh around you more, make dumb dad jokes, nap with his head in your lap, complain drunkenly about his work and bros, give you sloppy cheeks and forehead kisses

you find it rly cute though

if you’re in the human world he’ll 100% take this chance to send you beautifully written letters asking you how you are and leaving some verses that reminded him of you on the back like a 19th century vampire

“dear mc, how is your life? mine is filled with woe and unease since i do not have the light of my life around anymore...anyway here’s a poem about being horny and alone by a 18th century romantic author hope to see you soon, xoxo lucifer”

you try to respond in the same way and send him memes on the back instead of poetry (or real poetry depends on your mood)

mammon

protective of you 100% will throw hands with anyone that even glances weirdly your way

but also wants to show you off? like look at this human!!! this is MY human!!!

gives you random thoughtful gifts that reminded him of you

wants to be around you 24/7 so he invites you to all the events that he thinks you’ll like

you wanna party? perfect. you wanna go on a weird ghost stories tour around the city? cool. you wanna waltz in one of those old people parties? he’s already reserved two tickets. you just wanna lay around and nap? he’s already on your lap.

it doesn’t matter if you’re in a romantic relationship or not this man WILL serenade you outside your window

rapunzel style with an acoustic guitar or with a boombox like a rebel 80s kid

anyway here’s toxic by britney spears babe this is for YOU

levi

considers you his bff ofc

but also at first he’s still really awkward around you and doesn’t really know what to do for you and feels bad thinking only you do things for him

until you reassure him you enjoy just being around him so it’s fine

he blushes and starts inviting you more to his room to game/ watch stuff

at some point he starts buying two tickets to all concerts he goes to and invites you along

but also? he asks you what you’re into and starts marathoning your favorite animes/ movies/ series so he can talk with you abt them

you feel really moved that he’d do that for you??? like??? bruh...

your relationship is basically friends respecting each other and wanting to know each other the best through their passions even if it means getting into some weird shit

it’s rly wholesome tho

if you’re romantically involved he’ll totally do roleplay as your favourite character and you do the same for him and it’s really cute

also imagine: artistic collabs. you make fanart together??? you can program games together???? you do cosplay together??? the possibilities...

satan

he’ll hate to be compared to his dad brother but he does show how much he trusts you by showing his unguarded side too

when he first talked about lucifer without the filter of his nice guy persona you were pretty shocked

like he was really going at it

but then you realize? he’s just like that when he’s comfortable

and it’s not all mean spirited, he just has,,, a strong personality and a lot of opinions about stuff (which you sometimes share with him)

but you also found out it’s really fun to gossip with satan

since he knows all the juicy gossip from his multitude of ties (he’s sharing the title of gossip queen with asmo that’s why they get along so well tbh)

also if you even find a teacher you hate he’ll tell you all their embarrassing moments to make you feel better

he also recommends you books and poems and sends you quotes that made him think about you

so you sure as heck don’t need to buy books while you’re in the devildom bc he’ll buy you an entire library

asmo

compliments you without comparing you to himself which is the highest compliment he can give

like mammon he’s more into the showing everyone his favorite human around while also protecting them

he’ll take you to his parties and gatherings as a guest of honor, he’ll make you meet all kinds of people and open up opportunities for you

he’ll be the one that pampers you

you’d think lucifer is the sugar daddy of the family but nope it’s asmo

he’ll buy you cute clothes, shoes, beauty products everything that he saw and imagined would look bomb on you

if you’re not into clothes he’ll buy you art supplies, books, anything you want but he’ll still probably buy you at least some clothes he thinks are cute

if you’re romantically involved,,,, he’ll buy other toys for you as well which you can try together wink wink

beel

cooks for you

no questions asked when it’s his turn to cook he’ll think about what YOU would like to eat first before making something

which is??? really touching coming from beel

and also means sometimes he’ll make the same dish three weeks in a row and annoy the others while you just get excited bc ??? you get to eat your favourite dish??? again and again????

thank you beel you truly know how to touch someone’s insides

also opens up to you and talks to you about his fears and thoughts

expect to get 4 am msgs from beel if he had a nightmare

which would end up in you coming to cuddle him (and belphie also joins sometimes)

which tbh is that even a thing you can complain about?

belphie

is more baby less murder when you’re around

naps on your lap, naps on your shoulder, naps with you anywhere

but also let’s you nap on HIM

besides being soft around you he actually opens up to you too

and talks to you about his traumas and issues

which he has in common with his twin what can you do

so you have weekly cuddle parties with him and beel where you talk about shit and actually make them resolve their issues instead of just,,, ignoring them

also if you’re into each other you probably tease each other and flirt really shamelessly in public while the others cringe and or blush at your language

are you a cowboy? because i want you to ride me all night

simeon

writes you fancy letters with poetry like lucifer, but his ink is scented and his envelopes contain pressed flowers more often than not

if you’re together you even do letter sexting if you’re into it

creates characters based on you in his stories (which you don’t believe even if levi points out you that the two of you are kinda similar)

asks you to spend more and more time with him and luke

invites you to picnics, reads to you while your head is in his lap, cooks you snacks

if you’re a theatre kid too,,, you do musical love confessions too,,, sometimes by just reciting the lyrics of really popular musical theatre songs in a death panned voice

cough a heart full of love from les mis but read like poetry through the fence of the house of lamentation cough

asks you cryptic shit hannibal style like “tell me mc what does it mean to want to be consumed whole by another? is it a desire to become something bigger than yourself or is it related to our need to become one with our loved one like some cultures pointed out before?”

you’re either really into his cryptid talk or just roll your eyes and smooch him

diavolo

invites you around to his castle all the time

sometimes he even pulls some weird shenanigans just to make you spend more time with him

expect tea parties with him luci and barbatos in no particular combination

gives you compliments 24/7 even in public

remember how he treats lucifer? he’s that for you too but he’s learned from the lucifer experience to focus on complimenting you as a person more than how you look

if you’re into pda he’ll touch you all the time

if you ever wanted a gomez - morticia romance, here’s your goth big titty himbo that’s way too full of love

if you’re lovers expect to be pampered, i feel like? he doesn’t buy a lot of gifts and such because he’s probably tired of material things but he will make time in his busy schedule for you and spend a lot of time with you

which means more to him than gifts

(we will buy you anything you ask though)

barbatos

actually talks with you about stuff outside rad, the demon bros and diavolo

also invites you to alone time tea or wine time

where you drink and gossip

if satan and asmo are the crowned queens of gossip barbatos is the king of gossip but he doesn’t share his knowledge to most people so nobody knows what he knows

but he knows,,,, a lot

and not only that he knows a lot about people nowadays,,, but imagine the things he knows about like historical figures and such,,,

so prepare for story time with barbatos where he talks about how oscar wilde was almost summoned by drunk inccubi during a party once, or how diavolo cried when he was a kid because he sent a letter to caravaggio asking him to paint his portrait and he said no

also if you get drunk together expect really energetic talkative barbatos destroying DESTROYING everyone (except diavolo ofc)

“lucifer please i once saw you crying because you thought diavolo was ignoring you when you actually forgot to press the send button to your messages ”

if you’re romantically involved diavolo will always be first in his hear but that just means you’ll have to invite diavolo along on your dates which just means you’ve got a new lover and a new bff

solomon

he invites you on all kinds of wacky adventures

you visit witches, go to weird magical forest parties or orgies if you want, you go travelling the mountains for rare herbs

it’s like you’re faust and he’s mephisto haha the irony and he’s showing you another side of the world you never knew

ofc the others know about all this but??? they thought it’s normal and didn’t even consider you know nothing about it

but solomon knows what it was like to be just a human

and since he likes you he empathizes with your situation

he also make you meet all kinds of people

since he has 72 contracts and hundreds of years of doing wack stuff he must know some interesting people

and now his friends are your friends

i feel like romantic solomon would be just him?? but less shady with you especially since now you understand him better

but also he’ll probably bring you weird shit from his alone expeditions

did you ever want the tears of a mermaid? a carnivorous plant that feeds on emotions? a crying portrait? no? well too bad because now you have a room full of weird items

...that you love and treasure thank you very much

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captainlevisteacup · 4 years ago

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Oooh, an idea has struck. The brothers reacting to Dom Male!MC reuniting with his childhood bestfriend in the Devildom, only their bestfriend is now a high ranking/powerful incubus who has a fuck ton of influence & money. (Not nearly as powerful as any of the brothers or Diavolo, of course, but you get the point)

And while normally a simple childhood friend wouldn’t be enough to bother the brothers, DM!MC’s Femboy CH!Bestfriend is the optimum of gorgeous, with a lithe & toned body and an “innocent” charm to him.

Spoiler Alert, CH!Bestfriend has been in love with DM!MC since they were kids (though it was just puppy love back then) and is determined to never let him get away from him again, resulting in him being extra clingy and needy.

Another Spoiler Alert, DM!MC’s childhood bestfriend may or may not be a mix of a “Worship” & “Self Sacrifice” Yandere.. (Look up “The Dere Types Wiki” if your confused)

You have some very interesting ideas😂 im so sorry this took so long, I didn't want to post it until I was back up to my full working capacity after getting injured and after breaking up with someone😁

Anyways, without further ado, here ya go😘

The Brother's Reactions to M! MC'S Yandere Childhood Incubus! Friend

Warnings: Violence, Language, Blood, VERY SLIGHT sexual themes, some non-consentual touching in Levi's section, brief mention of drugging in Beel's

Lucifer

At first, didn't think twice of MC having a childhood friend

But when he heard the word incubus

He got the smile on his face

You know the one

Lucifer "innocently" is around whenever the incubus is around

Its starts off small

Little poisoned glances from the incubus here and there

But eventually it escalated and turned into him putting a possessive arm around MC's waist

Lucifer snapped

The second the Incubus was alone, Lucifer followed him down an alley

Slammed that fucker against the wall and held him there by the throat

The incubus started laughing, even when Lucifer tightened his grip

"You'll never get rid of me. I have connections to everyone, Fallen Angel. I've loved him since before you even knew he existed, and a prissy peacock like you isnt gonna stop me from making him mine, even if I have to drug and kidnap him"

Lucifer only smiled and released him

The incubus smirked, daintily dusting off his lithe figure

Thinking he won, he shouldered his way past Lucifer

Only to stop short in horror

Deep growls greeted him

Lucifer didn't even bother hiding the screams of the incubus as Cerberus ripped into him

After a while, he signaled Cerberus to stop

As the incubus lies on the ground whimpering, Lucifer calmly says:

"Now that I've shown you just what I'm willing to do to protect MC, I'll make you a deal. MC cares about you, as a FRIEND. But his heart belongs to me and me alone, and mine belongs to him. If you can understand and respect that, I'll allow you near him. But one wrong word, one wrong placement of a hand, and I won't hesitate to finish you off myself. And believe me," he says with a dark chuckle "I won't be as gentle as Cerberus."

Mammon

This man immediately is on high alert

Someone trying to take what's HIS?

The incubus makes him more greedy than ever

Decides not to leave MC's side for a second

Even when he's sleeping

When Mammon can't help the incu-bitch (his nickname for the childhood friend) being around, he acts sort of like a child, which makes him look like a dick in comparison to the incubus's calm and innocent facade

Mammon tries to tell MC there's something up, but he just chalks it up to Mammon being Mammon

One day, MC randomly receives news from the human world that his mother contracted something contagious and was placed in ICU

The incu-bitch was, of course, right there when MC started tearing up, letting him cry into his shoulder

Mammon sees this and starts to protest

This leads MC to snap and tell Mammon he's being a child

Mammon leaves them be and thinks hard

Comes to the conclusion that maybe MC is right, and he begrudgingly decides to apologize to the incubus

As he approaches him, Mammon catches a glimpse of the Incubus's *expensive* phone

Unable to resist, he throws a coin against the wall in the opposite direction.

When he turns to look at the noise, Mammon snatches the phone and yeets off to his room

When he gets there, he opens the phone- no lock- and is startled by what he sees

A fake texting app, along with the messages telling MC his mother was sick

Mammon was about to run to find MC, when he heard a slight chuckle

Looking up, he saw the incubus...holding a knife

"You just couldn't stay away, could you? You've been a pain in the ass ever since I got here. But no matter, once MC sees how *cruel* you are to his defenseless childhood friend, he'll want nothing to do with you. And he'll be mine to fuck and own as I please."

Mammon gritted his teeth and ground out "Making MC think his mother was gravely ill just to get close to him when he's vulnerable? You're disgusting. I actually care about MC, and I respect them more than you ever will."

The incubus snorted, and raised the knife.

"Oi! What do ya think you're doing with that?" Mammon yelled

He raised the knife....and slashed it across his own arm

He then threw the knife towards Mammon, threw himself to the ground, and yelled out in pain

Suddenly, MC burst into the room

Mammon sputtered out a panicked explanation, but MC cut him off with a stare

He kneeled down next to his friend, who reached up with a bloody hand to cup MC'S face

MC put his hand over the incubus's....and sharply bent it backwards

He leaned down and whispered into his ear: "I heard everything, you little shit. Now, get the FUCK out of my house and away from my boyfriend, and don't even THINK of defiling my life with your presence ever again"

After he left, Mammon cautiously said "boyfriend, huh..?"

"Shut up mammon"

Levi

Oh, this won't do

Immediately feels threatened and triggered

He is the avatar of Envy, after all

His response?

Prove to MC nobody can know him as well as he can

He does this every single time the incubus is near

"MC, I got you your favorite drink!"

"MC, I ordered you some food. Don't worry, I already know what you like"

Flinches whenever the incu-bitch touches MC. It literally makes him cringe

His suspicions are confirmed when the incubus shoots Levi a malicious glance next time he touches MC

Levi snaps

Challenges the incubus to a video game duel

He surprisingly accepts

He cheats like hell and beats Levi

Levi goes into his demon form and rages

But MC thinks he's just being a sore loser

He tells Levi to back off and to go cool down

Once Levi storms off, the incu-bitch thanks MC for standing up for him

Then, he promptly tries to make a move on MC

He reaches out a hand to unbutton MC'S shirt

MC slaps his hand away, but not before noticing writing on the Incubus's hand

Before he can pull away, MC snatches his hand and sees cheat codes written on them

Gets super upset and tries to get up to apologize to Levi

The incubus pulls him back down by his wrist and pins them to the couch

"MC, don't you realize? You're all I want, all I need. I WORSHIP you, MC. And you're going to be mine. Nobody else can have you. And you're going to love me, whether you realize it right now or not. You'll learn with time to need me just as desperately as I need you"

Starts to take off MC'S clothes in spite of their fighting and protests, the incubus shushing him

"Shhhh, I know you don't see it, but this will make you see."

Levi slams open the door, tail lashing and face white with rage

"Get your normie hands the fuck off of my human. Now."

The incubus nopes the fuck out. He may be a high ranking incubus, but he still isn't as strong as one of the seven demon brothers.

Levi holds MC tightly as they fumble over an apology

"Shhh MC, its okay. I'm here now. Let's watch some anime and calm down together, yea?"

Satan

Do I even have to explain this one?

Is hostile as soon as MC even MENTIONS a childhood male friend, let alone an INCUBUS

Honestly, the Incubus is a bit scared of Satan

But, he decides he wants MC more than he fears Satan

So, he swallows his fear and patronizes Satan in tiny, unremarkable ways

Ways that would only be noticed by Satan

A stray hand here and there that lingers a LITTLE too long

Wiping a crumb from MC'S lips during a meal

Tucking a stray hair behind MC'S ear

Every last one of these actions makes his blood boil

It gets so bad that Satan is just in a perpetual state of rage, never leaving his demon form

Satan starts passive aggressively insulting the incubus's intelligence

"Oh, you mean you don't know how disestablishmentarianism impacted the overall congruence of Midwest society? Thats odd, its fairly simple. Practically common sense."

Is shocked when MC got livid at him, because he was being condescending for seemingly no reason

Starts to get angry at MC

"Can't you see? He's trying to turn you against me. Just LISTEN, DAMNIT!" He says as he grabs MC'S shoulders

The incubus barges in and shoves Satan away from MC

"Are you ok, MC? Did he hurt you?"

The amount of white hot rage in the room was tangible

He can't do it anymore

Slams the incubus against the wall

Knocks him to the ground

But when he falls down

A bunch of photos fall out of his jacket

Not normal photos

Horrifying ones

One of MC while he showers

One of MC sleeping

One of MC changing

Even one of MC and Satan having a steamy moment

MC goes still...and then SLAPS the shit out of the incubus.

He wordlessly turns to Satan, eyes pleading

"It would be my pleasure, MC" *evil grin*

Cue Satan dragging the incubus off by his hair

Asmo

P A S S I V E A G R E S S I V E

He sees this lovely incubus with NEARLY perfect hair, a lithe and toned body, and a seemingly innocent attitude, and he just wants him gone

He's been with plenty of Incubi, so he knows what they're like

Because of this, he doesn't want this one anywhere NEAR his darling MC

Comes up with a plan to use all his fashion design connections to outdress the incubus

He knows they're vain by nature, so he comes to the conclusion that this is the best course of action

But there's a problem

"Is that a statement piece from Priya Lacroix? She hasn't even released her collection yet"

Asmo.exe is not responding

He knows that HE is the only one Priya would ever give an early release to

So why does THE INCUBUS have her statement piece?

And WHERE is his phone?

Complains to MC, but MC doesn't take him seriously because he's too busy catching up with his friend

Asmo gets jealous and storms off to do a stress relieving skin routine

As MC and the incubus hang out, the incubus's phone goes off

Only...the ringtone is sinful indulgence

Mammon storms into the room

"AHA! I FOUND YA ASMO, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE- huh?"

"I/N? Why do you have Asmo's phone?"

"MC, you have to understand, I just want you to realize I'm the only right one for you. You NEED to realize you can't be with anyone else. Because you're mine, MC. You always have been."

Screeching could be heard in the distance, then footsteps quickly getting closer and closer

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY" Asmo yells as he slams open the door

"As if MC would choose a crusty, obsessive, STEALING, lying, probably STD having Incubus like you over me! Now give me my phone back and get out of here. And while you're at it, take off that Priya piece. There's a reason I'm the only one allowed early access."

Beel

Honestly doesn't think that much of it at first

He thinks its nice MC reunited with one of his childhood friends, and an Incubus at that

But when he meets the friend, something just feels off

He gets a weird sensation, and its not hunger

Its like his senses are on red alert

The incubus was nice enough to Beel, seemingly charming and genuine

But Beel couldn't help but feel rubbed the wrong way, with a sensation similar to seaweed against legs in the ocean

He doesn't want to mention this to MC, because he's convinced he's just overreacting

He feels a little sad that MC is too busy for him, but he does his best to give them time together

One night, he had made some food in the kitchen and decided to bring MC and I/N some

When he neared the door, he almost dropped the plate

He heard a loud thud, and MC saying "Hey, I said no, okay?"

He gently opened the door and looked at MC, who immediately forced a smile to his face

"Hey MC, I brought you guys some food. Is everything ok?"

"Thanks Beel, that's sweet of you. Everything's fine, I promise"

Beel relaxed a bit, although he still knew something was off.

The incubus excused himself to use the restroom, encouraging MC to eat without him

Beel and MC sat down, and Beel scarfed down his portion

Chuckling, MC offered his plate to Beel, who gladly accepted

The incubus opened the door shortly after with an expectant look on his face, as well as rope and a gag in his hands

Upon laying eyes on MC, a shocked expression came onto his face as his eyes darted between MC and the empty plate

"How are you still conscious?" He blurted

Confusion flashed across MC'S face. "What do you mean, I/N?"

"You drugged it, didn't you?" Beel spoke up.

"I thought it tasted odd," Beel continued "but I never would have guessed you would actually drug MC. I'm guessing you couldn't handle that MC rejected your advances, so you drugged the food while MC was distracted talking to me. Am I right?"

The incubus chuckled. "Guess I was wrong about you. You are more of a threat than you seem. Heh, I guess you're not just a talking stomach after all."

A loud smack could be heard shortly thereafter.

But the devastating blow didn't come from Beel

It came from an enraged MC

"Trying to drug me I could keep my cool over. If thats all you did I would have just told you to stay the hell away from me. But the SECOND you spoke to Beel like that, you signed your own death warrant."

Before he could react, MC summoned the brothers one by one, Beel explaining the situation.

"Well, MC, perfect timing as always. I was just beginning to get bored" Satan drawled

*screams*

Belphie

It takes a yandere to know one

Belphie doesn't want to alarm MC though, so he decides to outmaneuver the incubus without him noticing

It starts small, with I/N reaching out to put an arm over MC'S shoulder, and Belphie's arm already being there

Eventually, they start glaring daggers at each other the second MC looks away

After a while, Belphie decides to up the ante

Religiously falls asleep on MC when I/N is trying to spend time with him

Goads the incubus so much that he corners Belphie when he snaps and can't take any more

"Listen, I know exactly what you're doing. But if you think that YOU can take him away from me, you're sorely mistaken. MC is mine whether he likes it or not. And if it turns out to be the latter, well, let's just say he won't have much of a choice in the matter, nor will you have any control over it. Got that?"

Belphie does the one thing he knows will get the outcome he had painstakingly built up to the past couple weeks: he laughs

"Ah, you have a good sense of humor, know that? Funny stuff. All kidding aside, MC already belongs to me. So your child's play isn't gonna cut it. Got THAT?"

With a choked cry of fury, the incubus pulls out a knife and stabs Belphie

Belphie, having planned this, falls to the floor just as the door opens to reveal a shocked MC.

"BELPHIE! Shit, please be okay! What the FUCK is wrong with you, I/N?"

The stunned Incubus could only stammer out a couple words

"I- he...was gonna...tried to take what was mine. Tried to take you..."

MC laughed bitterly and shoved him to the floor.

"I don't know what sick world you're living in, but I belong to Belphie. I love him. And I hate YOU. Now I'll leave you be so you can deal with THAT. Ta ta." He says as he scoops up Belphie and heads out the door

"Deal with what?" I/N nervously asks after him, backing up warily

The incubus stops when his back hits something hard.

Gulping, he looks up...

"Hello, I/N, I'm Beel."

"Nice to...meet you? I imagine you're one of the brothers?" He replies shakily

Beel smiles. The light doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, I'm one of the brothers. You see, I'm Belphie's twin."

Across the house, Belphie smiles at the faint screams, MC curled up next to him after patching him up.

He succeeded in protecting what was his. He deserves a good nap. Holding MC tighter, he goes back to sleep.

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Finding You (Part Five of ??)

Good morning/afternoon/even/night (which ever one applies to you)! I have another update for you guys! If you’re just joining us, the link to Part One will be down below. You can find the links to the next part at the end of each part (if something is wonky with the links, please just let me know!)

Part 1

F!Mc / Satan

Tags :D : @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed

Word Count: 2,083 (story under cut)

Triggers or warnings: angst

Satan growled as he redid his bowtie once again, Lucifer’s words still echoing in his head.

“Are you sure you need to go tonight?” Lucifer was standing on the ground floor of his room, while Satan got ready on the landing at the top of the stairs.

“Yes. How many times are you going to ask me that?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to go opening night.”

Satan hoped Lucifer could hear his eye roll, “I can’t imagine why, unless the fact the artist is an angel has your panties in a twist,” the indignant noise Lucifer couldn’t contain made Satan snicker quietly.

“That isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? You have never had issues with me going to an art show before. I heard Lord Diavolo will be there, so I can’t begin to imagine why I shouldn’t go.”

“Why do you want to go?”

Satan walked all the way over to the railing to give his brother an incredulous look, “Did you seriously just ask me that?” Lucifer took a stance that meant he wanted an answer, making Satan sigh, “Well, why wouldn’t I? I’ve heard about her art in the human realm. I haven’t been able to see any of her works unfortunately, but I’ve read the reviews. If nothing else, I want to say I was at the opening night of the first art show for one of the Celestial Realm’s up and coming artists, which you know doesn’t happen very often. The last angel I can think of who received any mark of recognition for their work outside of the Celestial Realm is Simeon.

“I also think it’s important at least one of us brothers attends the show, which I figured you’d agree with. You’re constantly going on and on about how important our image is and how we need to make sure to ‘understand the gravity of our positions down here as demon lords and as the Avatar’s of Sin’. You’ve already stated you won’t be going, and I have been planning on attending since I heard about it. I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Satan saw a flicker of worry cross Lucifer’s face multiple times while he was talking. He must really not want me to go. But why?

“And you’ve made sure none of our brothers can go with you?”

“Yes. In fact, I’ve asked Levi twice and had a soda bottle thrown at my head the second time for “making him lose the level he was on. I asked both Beel and Belphie three times, which they both declined, Beel stating he would rather stay home because they never had enough food at show openings and Belphie saying he didn’t want to get thrown out of one again for curling up in a statue to sleep. Asmo would come, but he got invited to some party the same night.”

“... What about Mammon?”

Satan blinked a couple times before his brain even began to process what Lucifer had asked, “Huh?”

Lucifer seemed to blink himself, though it could’ve been a trick of the light, “You didn’t mention Mammon.”

Satan opened and closed his mouth a couple times before being able to respond, “You want me. To ask Mammon. The Avatar of Greed. Who steals. And is loud. And uncouth. To go to the opening night of an art exhibition. For an up and coming artist. Who has never shown in the Devildom before. And is an angel… Do I have that correct?”

Lucifer’s resolve looked to be in tatters, and Satan thought he’d drop the whole thing before his resolve returned, “Yes.”

Damn pride.

“You must be joking.”

“If you don’t ask him, I will personally assign him to go with you.”

Satan really couldn’t believe his ears, “Assign him to go with me? Do I look like I’m nine? I do not need a chaperone. I-” the look in Lucifer’s eyes made him stop mid-argument. Is he really that worried?

“Fine, I’ll text him if you’re going to be so insistent. I will only ask once however, and if he does come, I am NOT responsible for his behavior.”

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“I’ve never been ta a art… Whas it called again?”

“And art exhibition.”

“Right, right. Thanks for invitin’ me Satan.”

“Mammon, we need to go over some ground rules here.”

“Course. Whadda ya wanna talk about?”

“First thing, art exhibitions are places of class and refinement. Please, stay quiet and respectful of the atmosphere.”

“Course I’ll do tha’. I’m great at blendin’ into the backgroun’.”

Satan cringed, but continued, “Second, if you steal anything from anyone, I will personally see to it that you are ejected from the show, and thrown into the labyrinth below Diavolo’s castle.”

“OI! Show ya big brother some respect!”

“We are not getting out of this vehicle until you promise me you’re not going to steal or otherwise take things that don’t belong to you.”

“Fine, fine! I promise. Geeze.”

“Third, just please don’t embarrass me. I sent you that page on gallery etiquette for a reason.”

“I read it, don’ worry… Uhhh, Satan. Not to change the subject, but why da ya have a long tie on, an’ not ya bowtie?”

“I… felt like it.”

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Satan was extremely suspicious. They had been at the show for over twenty minutes, and Mammon had been better behaved than he’d ever seen him before. He’d even made fairly intelligent remarks about the art. He hadn’t left Satan’s side, but had been quiet enough Satan had forgotten he was there multiple times. Lucifer would’ve been more conspicuous. Satan kept expecting to have to reprimand him, but the time never came.

The gallery space was very large, one that was reserved for shows the demon prince hand picked. The space was set up like a labyrinth, and each bend had something new to display. The center of the show held a large, site specific installation. The art itself was very good, better than what Satan had assumed he’d see, but what really struck him was the breadth of the work. He marveled at how one person could produce so much art and in such varying mediums.

“Enjoying the work?” a random demon drawled, sidling up next to him.

“Yes,” he replied, taking a step back.

“You know, there’s a dead end just around the corner. The art in there is extremely… Exciting. I can show you, if you’d like,” the demon closed the space he had created, and reached out, their hand lightly grazing his arm.

“I’m fine where I’m at, thanks.” Satan started to walk away, and an exasperated sigh followed.

“I’m not sure you understand. The art is extremely stimulating. I really think you’ll enjoy it,” a hand was now grasping his arm.

“I said no,” Satan stated, extracting his arm from their grasp.

“Oi! Satan! You gotta come see this photograph,” Mammon interrupted the exchange, his loud behavior back, but eyes keenly trained on the unwelcome newcomer.

A strangled gasp came from the demon, eyes growing large, “Ah, hello Mammon,” another gasp and an audible step back, “Lead the way. Excuse me.”

The second born started rambling, but got quieter the further from the demon they got, until they both fell into silence. “Thank you,” Satan acquiesced finally.

“No need for my brother ta have ta deal with that,” Mammon said softly. Satan didn’t push any further, them both saying what they needed to.

The continued walking for another while, when the soft music that had been playing overhead was replaced with a voice, “I would like to thank you all for coming out to Jane Doe’s exhibition. As all of you know this is her first show in the Devildom, and I am so pleased at the turnout. As much as we’d love to have you all here at the center with us, but we hope that putting the artist talk over the loud speakers will be enough for all of you still in the labyrinth.”

“Jane Doe? Ain’t that wha’ they call dead humans?” Mammon asked, talking over Diavolo.

“Well, often it’s used for unidentified female human bodies to be specific, usually a murder victim. The use is mostly as a placeholder for unidentified, anonymous or hypothetical parties to a court case in some human countries. An obvious pseudonym, and one I find rather amusing and clever. I’m rather put out we’re still in the maze. I was hoping to be at the center by now. I guess this will have to do. It’s really smart to-” Satan stopped, his eyes growing huge and intense.

“Ya okay?” Mammon asked uncomfortably.

“Shhhhhh!…” Satan demanded, his ears now only trained on the voice above him. He could’ve sworn he heard…

“... And of course, I had to see if she would hold a show here in the Devildom. I’m just so excited to finally have her art down here. Anyways, I’ve taken up enough of her time. Everyone, please welcome, Jane Doe.”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo. That was such a kind introduction. I for one am so excited to have been invited to show my work…”

Satan was moving before he knew what he was doing.

“Oi, Satan, wait fer me!”

“Then move faster!” Satan called behind him, starting to run. He had no idea where he was going though. He wasn’t good with directions at the best of times, and this was meant to confuse him. Mammon caught up with him quickly, seeming very conflicted.

“Mammon, you’re better at directions than I am aren't you? Get us to the center of the maze, now!”

“Bro, I don’ think I can-”

“Are you deaf?! Did you not hear her? That’s Mc! I need to get to her, now!” Mammon didn’t seem surprised at the revelation, instead looking a little sad. Satan felt his anger flare as the realization hit him, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Only cuz Lucifer told me, an’ that was earlier this evenin’. He wanted to make sure someone was aroun’ ta keep ya from goin’ crazy.”

Satan quickened his pace, his anger lending him more speed, “Of course he knew about this and didn’t tell me.”

“He was watchin’ out fer ya.”

“I don’t care what he thought I was doing. Now, are you going to help me or not?”

Mammon looked extremely conflicted, but eventually burst into demon form and flew up to see over the walls. Many demons were aghast at seeing someone flying in the gallery, it being against etiquette, but Satan didn’t care at the moment.

Mammon started flying forward, and Satan followed, only looking down enough to make sure he wasn’t going to crash into an art piece. That did not account for other demons however, and many indignant cries and shouts followed him.

“We’re pretty close ta the center Satan,” Mammon called down.

“I’ve always thought…” Mc continued, but Satan couldn’t focus on the words. He could only marvel at her voice once again in his ears and focus on going as fast as he could. Her laugh rang out, and Satan’s heart jumped. It’d been so long...

“Hmmm… What was that? Oh, okay. I didn’t realize I’d been talking for so long. Apparently my time is up, but I’ll finish this up on Devilgram. You can find me at...”

“Quicker!” Satan shouted to Mammon after hearing Mc.

“We’re not gunna make it,” Mammon yelled back down.

“We need to go faster then!”

“I’m followin’ ya pace! If ya wanna go faster, you gotta go faster.”

Satan finally relented, and switched into his demon form. With his new power, Satan moved faster and Mammon matched his pace.

“It’s the next bend!”

Satan threw everything he had into covering the final distance of the hallway. He rounded the bend to find…

People milling about, discussing the talk, some extremely confused as to why it had been cut short. Satan looked on the stage, carefully crafted into the installation piece. Nothing. They were even removing the podium.

He sank to the floor, breathing heavily. Mammon touched down beside him, not wanting to bring attention to himself.

“Is she in the Devildom for long?”

“I dunno.”

“Where is she staying?”

“I dunno.”

“How close were we?”

“Real close.”

“Did you see a way out? I’m going to start breaking things if we stay here.”

“There’s a underground passage in the room,” Mammon held out his hand to Satan, who took it, not looking at him.

“Let’s go then.”

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Part Six

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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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Since you watch ATLA can you write for the brothers with MC that gets their face stolen by Koh when that brother pisses him off? But let's say Diavolo helps MC get their face back later on so it's temporary and there's no need to worry much about MC never having a face again or anything 😳

that's sCARY AS HELL omg koh definitely scared the living shit out of me when i was a kid LMAO thank you for saying that diavolo helps mc get their face back bc if i would cry if mc straight up disappears bc dont his victims end up somewhere "between life and death" 😳😳 ANYWAY

Lucifer

lucifer was supposed to meet with koh numerous times but flaked each time ...eek

so koh stole ur face by popping in and scaring u 🙈

koh entered ur room undetected and unannounced so when lucifer walks into your room all he sees is a faceless mc

his instinct is to blame mammon but you somehow communicate to him that it wasnt his fault

he tells diavolo about it and when diavolo says he can help get ur face back within a week, relief sets in

he helps you with anything you need and makes sure the other 6 dont bother or bully you in any way

never tells you that the reason why ur face was stolen was bc he was missing his meetings w/ koh but from now on he's sure to never flake again

Mammon

somehow managed to steal a mask koh had that was made completely out of gold idk how he did it but he did

he dragged u w/ him and koh stole your face once he realized what happened he said aight mammon it's onsite i am lit rally a facestealer

when he first runs away he deadass forgets you cant see so he has to go back to grab you and gun it

straight to purgatory hall to ask solomon for help. when solomon says it's out of his control yall go to diavolo

panicpanicpanic

luckily lucifer wasnt with him ! diavolo says that he'll help you out

theres almost no way that mammon could hide you from lucifer for an entire week so he convinces diavolo to let you stay in his castle

checks in on you A LOT and once ur back to normal the whole stolen face thing becomes blackmail B)

Levi

idk what he'd do to set koh off. it'd probably be more like

hey mc, let's visit koh and ask him if he has any manga from back in his day

and then you accidentally chuckle when koh looks at u and now u have no face

levi nicknames you no face as in no face from spirited away and doesnt think much about the fact that you dont have a face until he realizes oh, you doNT HAVE A FACE

he actually tells lucifer instead of trying to hide behind his back and then yall go to diavolo for help

he ends up feeling really bad and checks in on you occasionally as ur confined to your room

after you get your face back he'll still poke fun at the situation and call u no face smh

Satan

accidentally summoned koh to his room (on a bad day for koh) but koh went after u instead. now ur face is gone

he searches all his books for spells that could at least give you a temporary face but alas, there is nothing

lucifer is doing a room check and that’s how ur found out...eue

satan confesses to summoning koh but everyone still has to listen to the four hour lecture anyway

he likes to read different urban legends to you in the weeks that you guys wait for diavolo to fix ur face

right before you get your face back he marches to koh’s residence and rocks the shit out of him as he should

Asmo

asmo simply wanted to see if it was possible to charm koh and take all the faces for himself!

until u showed disgust on ur face at the wrong time while watching asmo. 2 be fair it was too hard to not cringe!!!!!

he would then try to charm koh into giving ur face back but eventually gives up and takes you straight to diavolo

hes in TEARS because ur beautiful face was stolen and it was all his fault </3 poor bb

but he feels happier when diavolo says he will get ur face back!

in the meantime asmo will most definitely draw on your face. when you get it back he compares all the photos of his drawings to your actual face LOL

but he'd also feel pretty bad so he'd give u a fat hug and apologize haha

Beel

err here it'd be more like you wanted to visit koh but not alone so u bribed beel with food to get him to come with

and ur doing fine until beel starts to try eating in koh's house when koh said specifically no eating in his home 😡😡 im sorry this is turning silly i really dk what to do fbdndndnd

koh's reaction startles you, but before you can put a straight face back on, koh turns and sees ur emotion then steals ur face

surprisingly he doesnt capture beel's either bc his face looked like his soul left his body

hes not afraid to ask for help but tries asking levi and mammon first, then satan, then solomon, before asking lucifer if he or diavolo could do anything

in the week that you're faceless, he's mainly concerned about the fact that u have no mouth so u cant eat!! D:

he definitely tries feeding you dhdjdjjd and gets very stressed when the food doesnt get through to you

by the time you have your face back hes ready to eat a bunch of ur favorite foods and snacks with you !

and ofc apologizes for not being as strict with you. now it'll take a lot more than a dozen cheeseburgers to visit someone so powerful and dangerous like koh ✋🏻

Belphie

this guy definitely said some shit to koh back in the day

upon running into him again in public, koh decided he would get his revenge by stealing belphie's face!

it was a flop bc belphie naturally isnt too expressive BUT koh shocked u to ur bones so it was ur face that got stolen instead

immediately tries to hide you but tells beel about it. this guy already semi-successfully killed u once so the amount of trouble he'd be in for getting ur face stolen....WHEW

obviously it's next to impossible to hide you and beel felt sad that you couldnt eat or drink or talk so he ratted belphie out LMAO

and it was straight to diavolo since lucifer was with him

while ur faceless, nothing really changes. hes still pretty much the same but he does ask you if you need anything and will prevent you from falling off the bed or couch and all that

when you're back to normal he doesnt really apologize BCNSNSJS bc he technically didnt do anything wrong but he tells you that he feels really bad and will protect you better!!!!!

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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years ago

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

Chapter List

Chapter 42 (End)

Lucifer held their hand as they walked through the battlefield.

Their eyes focused on the horizon, scanning for the brothers, scanning for survivors.

His heart pounded at the contact between their hands. His face heated and his heart soared that they were letting him touch them.

MC had defeated his father. It was something he'd tried to do and failed. Something he thought was impossible, beyond impossible, even he couldn't rap his head around how it could happen.

MC had done it on the fly. He hadn't warned them before he took them up to confront Him. He hadn't even been warned, he just felt so strongly that it was the right thing to do that he did it. And they'd taken that in stride and formulated a sublime plan.

They took everything in stride.

Being godly was just second nature to them. Now they walked the ruins of the Celestial battle with their hand lightly entwined with his, and they didn't brag. They didn't smile or hold their head any higher. They'd always held their head high, as if they'd known all along they were a deity of their own. Proving it gave them no pride, because they had nothing to prove to begin with.

And he was holding their hand.

He was allowed to touch this god with his bare skin, he was allowed to walk beside them like an equal. It was the most disorienting feeling, to be so proud but feel so small next to a human. One he previously looked down upon.

"MC!"

He whipped his head around at the voice behind them. Who would dare to address the god in such a casual manner?

Acacia was jogging towards them, Mammon right behind her. They practically dragged Lucifer by the hand to meet her half way.

There were hugs and words and yelling and a little crying. All of it conducted between the siblings as if there was no one else to see. Eventually they got the story of how Mammon had fought Michael off until backup arrived.

There were no casualties.

They had won, they could go home.

0The house of Lamentation...was in shambles.

The angels had not been kind in their search for the brothers. They'd torn up rooms and walls in search of secret places to hide. The general bones of the building were ok, but the rooms would need to be completely reworked.

Lilith's room was the hardest to see.

They unanimously decided to put the clean up off until tomorrow. They weren't upset, just tired. They'd made tougher situations work in the last year or so. They set up what they could for the night and did a little shopping for dinner.

Acacia was talking to Beel when Mammon pulled her aside.

"What's up Man?"

"Where's Abaddon?" He asked bluntly. Acacia blinked then laughed like a hyena.

"Him? Oh he ditched us after Micheal showed up." She waved her hand dismissively.

"But...I thought you like... belonged to him or some junk." He shuddered at the notion. Acacia just chuckled again.

"Well our contract doesn't hold if he doesn't want me, guess I'm just too difficult for him." She winked. Mammon smacked his hand against his forehead. Of course. That's why she was treating him like a dog and being all cocky.

"You were trying to drive him away!"

"Yeah I thought that was obvious." She shrugged.

"Not to me, I thought it was hot." He said it without thinking and cringed immediately. She just put her hands on her hips and stared him down.

"That right?" Her tone was soft but authoritative. Mammon shivered.

"Ah...um well…y-yeah.." he stuttered hopelessly. She laughed openly at him and he felt his heart warm at the sound.

He never wanted that laugh to be anyone else's.

"Be my girlfriend." He said suddenly. She blinked and looked at him wide eyed.

"Wait really?"

"Of course really!" He practically shouted, "I don't want you to belong to Abaddon or anyone else! So just be with me already." He grumbled the last part. Acacia looked at him, then the ground, then the sky, then back at him.

"Ah I...ok yeah, yeah! I'll be your girlfriend Mammon. Oh crap I'm your girlfriend?"

"You're my girlfriend." He smiled like an idiot. He almost didn't believe the words. Acacia threw her hands around his neck and kissed him. She'd obviously not kissed a lot, it was inexperienced and controlling, but Mammon absolutely melted none-the-less.

0Lucifer had asked MC to come to his room, but it wasn't like the last time he'd done so. He didn't demand, he almost stuttered actually. He'd been like that a lot around them lately. Averting his gaze and tripping over himself. It was so unlike him they were genuinely concerned. Now they stood outside his room one more time. A lot had changed, but the feeling was the same.

They knocked before they entered, three curt raps.

"MC!" He stood quickly as they entered the room. "You came"

"Why are you being weird?" They asked. They'd never been one to lead up to a question. He respected that, unsurprisingly he didn't need the question spelled out for him.

"How couldn't I?" he said quietly, sounding more like himself. They tossed the answer around in their head.

"Is this because I won the bet with your dad?" They asked, matching Lucifer's soft tone. He closed his eyes.

"Yes."

There was a silence between them. Lucifer's legs shook in their presence and forced him to kneel before them in a very fitting gesture. He opened his eyes but couldn't look at their face. He didn't feel worthy.

He instead looked at their hands, folded lightly in front of them. He'd been proud of his hands once, they could heal a soldier and wield a sword all without thought. He stopped loving them after the fall, covering them so his sins could never sully their initial purity. He hadn't worn his gloves in a long time, he realized.

MCs hands weren't like his. They were smaller, softer on the back but calloused around the palms. Their hands could craft any number of items or art. They were so skilled they'd almost been given a life of their own. They could weave without a loom, they could build a home and work a job but still be gentle enough to wipe a tear.

They could drag a soul back from the precipice of death.

These hands were the ones that pet his hair and comforted him while their owner stared down God himself. These hands held his unworthy ones after the fact, pulling him lightly through the battlefield.

MC approached him in the silence, their holy hands reaching to cup his face and make him look up at them.

"The only thing God couldn't do was make me love him." They spoke carefully, never taking their eyes off his. "You made me love you from the day I arrived in the Devildom. Be in awe of yourself, love."

He stared uncomprehending. He was so confused and it was a feeling he didn't like. He'd sought to own them and that was wrong, then he found out how powerful they actually were and now that's still wrong?

He searched their face for answers. They said nothing, their eyes said he already knew the answer. If he couldn't own them and couldn't worship them what did they want from him?

Nothing. He could hear their voice in his head.

He owed them nothing.

They'd done something Lucifer could not in defeating his father...he'd done something his father could not in making MC love him.

They just wanted him, that was the answer.

0MC slept in Lucifer's room that night, extrapolate from that what you will. The next day they woke to find Acacia sitting on Mammon's lap at the breakfast table, being disgustingly couple-y.

Life went on, it always does. Their troubles didn't end there, but Micheal never dared to confront them again.

Neither did God.

The house's reconstruction took months to complete, but Diavolo was very cooperative after everything. Lucifer still served him and helped him with his matters, but their relationship never truly returned to normal.

They didn't rebuild Liliths room, people died and building a monument wouldn't bring them back. They converted the room for the humans, but neither of them used it.

Their family was strong, brought closer than ever by the trials they'd faced together and the storm they'd weathered. The days practically flew as they passed, turning quickly into months...then to years. It wasn't until MC realized a decade had passed that they really questioned it.

They hadn't aged.

They looked at themself in the full length mirror of Lucifer's bathroom and marveled. They hadn't aged a day since they were younger, fighting that battle all those years ago.

They questioned Acacia about it and she too had to admit she didn't feel a day older. Their confusion only mounted as not even Satan's books held an answer.

Eventually it was Lucifer who found the answer. Ten years was nothing to a demon and he could still clearly remember the day they'd taken on his father, the boon they'd requested.

To live with their family forever.

They had no idea He'd taken that to mean immortality, but they took it in stride regardless. Acacia was affected as well, and they had no other human loved ones to tie them to mortality.

"This works out well actually" Lucifer said thoughtfully.

"How's that?" They responded, looking away from their reflection.

"Diavolo and I have been considering reopening the exchange program."

They laughed once.

"Diavolo's dream of peace is dead, doesn't he know that?" They asked incredulously.

"Well perhaps with the Celestial Realm," he paused. "But the human realm has been so incredibly helpful, and now that we know more about it from living there I thought it would be good to form relations...for our own sake." He almost trailed off. MC looked at him pointedly.

"So this is your dream?" They said teasingly. He sighed but didn't deny it.

"Yes."

"Alright, I think it's got some merit." They admitted, "but what does that have to do with me being immortal?"

"Well we were thinking…" he paused for dramatic effect. "Humans might feel more comfortable if it's a human who greets them." He side eyed them, they stepped closer.

"You want me to introduce people to the Devildom?"

"Will you?"

They weighed the pros and cons, he was right about humans being more comfortable around humans. And who better than one who'd been through the process?

"I will." They decided.

0Aaron had never seen such a large hall. The room held no people, but many chairs and tapestries. He had no memory of how he'd gotten there, but he couldn't shake the unease. Like the feeling of being in the twilight zone, not where he should be.

Behind him he heard a door click open. Whirling around he saw a figure in the doorway.

Immeasurable power and purpose radiated from the stranger. Their posture was straight and dignified as they had one hand on the door frame and the other on the large door they'd opened. They wore clean black slacks and a simple black sweater with gold trim. Their ears were pierced and adorned with a number of golden earrings, including a curious golden bow. Around their shoulders was a large red tail boa constrictor.

Aaron had to repress a shiver as dark eyes fell upon him from the stranger with the air of royalty.

"Ah you're here early I see." They said simply. "I'm afraid the student council leaders aren't here yet."

Aaron blinked, what on earth were they talking about? They looked at him and smiled. They knew that feeling, it had been many thousands of years since they'd stood in this hall for the first time, but they remembered the day clearly.

"For now I guess I will orient you however I can, you no doubt have questions."

Aaron smiled and nodded in relief. The stranger paused as if thinking of where to start, stepping fully into the room they spoke in a soft voice that made his stomach flip.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Aaron"

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands #end

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kadywicker · 5 years ago

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Would you like to talk about your ocs? 👀

OH BOY........ okay I can't give FULL details bc they're cringey but two ppl know the full story here sjdhsjsjs ANYWAY. my faves.

belial is the son of satan, who created him as a sort of test run for the antichrist (this is gomens adjacent and he then realized w the ~failure of belial that maybe the thing was making him human! so then had adam w lilith. anyway. it sort of strayed far from gomens so u can just replace adam w the generic antichrist and the point remains). belial is like 2000 years old but ~20 ish in human terms. YES we stole a demon name for him no I don't care to know anything about actual belial. we just call him eli and he's a Good Boy. I mean obviously a lil evil he was raised by satan (sort of. satan is not a responsible father. the responsibility was given to others who are distinctly Not Him). but he's sweet! he's got Complexes bc he never lived up to expectations, had no loving influence in his life (except one but like I said this is cringe we aren't getting into it all). on the outside he's an arrogant brat of a boy but like once u get to kno him he's a sweetheart. he wants nothing more than to be Loved and Seen. which is where dilly comes in but I'm getting there. his fc is c//ody f//ern which is hilariously accidental and nothing to do w him playing the antichrist but also it's super funny and gives good material for inspo. there's also a human au to this that we honestly talk abt more than this currently in which satans satan-ness is instead running a crime empire and being a dick so eli's just a spoiled rich boy w a lot of trauma who tries to ammend for his father's shittiness when his father's imprisoned. yes we made a human au out of literal lucifer no don't question it.

THEN THERES DILLY played by r//ami m//alek and he's a sweetie also. his fc has changed a couple times but we settled on rami recently. ANYWHOMST. dilly does actually appear in the fic this is all sort of based around here (chapter 5!). we have an ever expanding group of aus so it Depends on which one ur talking abt. in the fic verse he's an angel named diligence that everyone calls dilly. hes one of the leaders of the virtues (which yes we know are just a class of angel but listen it's more fun to name them after the actual heavenly virtues). he ends up w belial eventually. hes got some commitment issues and reservations abt things but he loves belial a Whole Lot. the alternative to this is since this fic is a reverse au the "regular" version of him would be a demon (named laziness see it's the opposite of diligence) who's part of the Minor Sins (so not the 7 deadly sins). p much the same bc heaven and hell Are The Same in gomens but w the caveat that since he works under belial he sort of thinks he's a huge asshole for a while until he gets to know him and he's like oh shit I Love Him. in the human au we went w that version and he works for lucifer (ish) and helps belial manage things and turn it around post lucifer going to jail. in this verse he was orphaned pretty young by Terrible Parents but got adopted by a rlly nice lesbian couple who have a daughter (they're trans lesbians that run a tattoo shop and I do love them they're great).

then there's bilhah!! I love them they're baby. uuuh they're an azcrow kid lmao yes I know that's cringey. NO there's not any mpreg. it's god fucking around for the laughs. anyway. she goes by she/they and she's a good kid. not as much to say abt her bc we haven't talked abt her much. no fc! but they have big ass curls that are white/silver and is just an all around angel. mischievous little shit that gives her parents migraines but she can do No Wrong in aziraphales eyes (or demon aziraphale who we usually talk abt here, asmodeus).

ANYWAY im so sorry for the rambling lmao but they're good kids!!! I'm always nervous talking abt ocs that exist within a fandom but like. I think they're neat! me and the bf have been constructing an intricate universe based off this fic going feral w each other so that's why there's so many different branches here ajshsjjsjs

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strainingfororiginality · 7 years ago

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Chapter 9.3 - Timing

"This is crazy. You’re talking about the devil … The fucking Devil?" Dutch dismissed the implication. “Satan himself?”

"While they are quite often conflated as the same, I assure you the Morning Star is not in fact Shaitan. Shaitan is a simple fallen Djinn. I am speaking of Lucifer himself, my dear. The First Fallen. Prince of Darkness, King of Hell and The Most Powerful of the First Brood."

"First brood?" Fet wasn’t familiar with that term but no one spoke up to help him with the misunderstanding.

"Bloody hell …" Dutch uttered it without much thought to how her words were actually fitting.

"Oh yes. If we fail … if he succeeds … bloody hell indeed, Mrs. Velders." Thomas agreed with utter seriousness.

"You still didn’t answer the question … " Gus countered, steering the conversation back on track. “What does he want from her?”

"He seeks to break her, Mr. Elizalde." Thomas sighed. “And I fear I was the only thing keeping her grounded.”

"You? You? Keeping her grounded? That’s rich." Dutch mocked his words.

"Break her?" Fet’s face contorted with worry. “How?”

"What does he want?" Gus asked, shortening his previous question as he began to get frustrated with the slowness of the conversation.

"What he wants … “ Thomas said. “Is to be free from his self-imposed prison. He wants what everyone in Hell wants. He wants out. He wants … to come home."

Dutch laughed out loud now, not fully understanding quite yet. "And he thinks she’s gonna break him out of Hell? Sorry, no. Not buying that. She’s a smartass cookie. She’s not a foo--"

"He is very clever, my dear. He has watched her her entire life. He has promised her something he knows she will not refuse and she does not fully realize what he wants from her yet and I don’t think she will … until it is too late. I do not care how smart she may be, he is The Snake from the Garden. She does not realize it yet, but she is the key to his freedom."

"How?" Gus was targeted in his question. “What kind of key?”

"She is special, Mr. Elizalde."

"No shit, esé." Gus barked.

"Oh yeah? Ya think?" Fet attempted to be condescending, but he obviously didn’t have the confidence to back up his wavering voice, his face contorting with further concern as his ignorance shown through. “Special how? Eph said she was part muncher … ”

"Perhaps …" Thomas sighed, gesturing towards the couch. “I should start from the beginning?”

"Beginning? When exactly was that, asshole?" Dutch bit at the offer.

"There are several actually. Many beginnings to this tale, my dear. The Fall of Lucifer, The Fall of Ozyrel, or maybe even The Corruption of Michael?" Thomas cocked his head to the right, thinking carefully and missing the presence of The Jew for the first time. Abraham would have already been quite versed on the Book of Enoch. “But, actually … let me begin with The Children of Fornication, the Nephilim. The Bene Elohim and their progeny, the Giants and … The Prophecy of the Demiarc, that which is feared like none other … the Most Forbidden of All.”

"We should not delay further!" Barqan barked to the back of the apartment. “Stop delaying, woman!”

"You know …" Barb responded with growing disdain as she walked out of the bedroom, pulling yet another large rolling luggage behind her. “It never works out in your favor when you call me that.” Yes. He knew that fact very well and he cringed slightly, not offering an apology but taking the handle of the bag from her to hurry her along. “Put it in the car … I need to get the last one.”

"ANOTHER one?! How many do you plan on bringing?!" He huffed. It wasn’t really a fair complaint, as he hadn’t really had time to accumulate any worldly belongings yet. She ignored him and returned to the room for the final bag. “Fine! I will just put this in the car!”

Grumbling to himself under his breath, he reached for the front door handle. He was eager to get on the road and moving. When they woke a few hours earlier, he had seen the news reports of both the gate freezing and then unfreezing. Then the videos online that spread like wildfire, videos of … Barqan couldn’t believe his eyes at first … videos of Michael spreading his goddamn wings and taking flight in Rome … in public.

Swinging the door open wide, he held his breath as he looked down at the familiar spotted face and green eyes which peered back at him with a strangely cute and unintimidating scowl.

"Hey, can you grab the extra pack of cigs from the glovebo--" Barb was in the middle of asking while she walked out of the bedroom, pulling an even larger rolling bag behind her. As she locked eyes on the small woman who stood at the entry to their home, she froze, gulping heavily. “Ah … shit.”

Her scowl faded and Barqan heard a distant and all too familiar laughter from the quietest parts of the Nexus, and unlike Abyad, he recognized exactly who’s voice it was and a chill ran down his spine as he found himself unable to move or speak.

Dawn could read his fear and she smiled ever so slightly. "Hello again ... Great Fire."

Leaves - Zola Blood

It's a slow show Tell me when the end comes Make it be the honest one Cause a thousand leaves are falling down

He awoke to her lovely brown eyes. They were a sea of amber, floating amidst flecks of raven. These eyes could calm his fiercest fire and he stared up into her with wonder. As always, a smile graced his thin lips as he looked back into those most precious irises. But she didn’t return the smile as she normally did and the situation slowly came back to him and he pulled himself up to a sitting position.

"Quintus?" Michael asked immediately.

"Gone."

"How long have I been out?"

"Too long."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he bent it to the side, cracking it in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the pain that throbbed through his body, but he knew better than that. A blow from a celestial weapon would take some time to recover from and he panicked for a moment, looking across the floor and spying the staff still laying there. Oh thank god.

Relief spread across him and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm his racing heart. Everything was spiralling even further out of control and though he longed to go after Quintus, he also knew there were more pressing issues right now. Keeping the boy from Raphael was key to maintaining his secret, but as he gazed across his tiny house, locking eyes with the bound White King, he wasn’t sure it could be a secret any longer.

Hathų helped him return to his feet and the first step was nearly disastrous but he quickly found his footing as his strength return. He approached the gagged Djinn slowly, bending down to his prisoner, he squinted as he waved the ring towards Abyad’s eyes. "I’ve no patience for any shit right now, old friend. Even without the blade, I can still bind you."

Abyad nodded only once to show his intended compliance and Michael pulled his gag free. They were once friends. They were once allies. They were once brothers. A certain benefit of the doubt could be afforded … but first … "You burned her?" Michael felt that fire through her and he knew only Djinn kings could burn that hot.

"I did not realize she was your--" The king tried to excuse himself and Michael’s hand was on his throat, squeezing just enough so that no further words would not escape.

"Sorry. How this works is … I’ll ask the questions and you’ll answer them. Understood?" A single nod and he released Abyad’s neck. “You burned her?”

A single and solemn nod as Abyad understood what would come next and Michael struck him. Hard. Sending the Djinn’s head bouncing off of the wall behind him, but he remained utterly silent, understanding the rules fully.

"What did she want from you?"

"She has the Lumen." Abyad answered as succinctly as he could. “She wish me to forge it for her.”

"Forge it …" Michael repeated the words under his breath. “He’s looking to make his own celestial weapon?”

A single nod. He. Damn.

"Where’s she going?"

"No idea."

"Who else is there?" Michael asked. In the beginning, there had been Seven Djinn kings, but as far as he thought he knew, all except Barqan, were gone. Three were in Hell and three were destroyed. It was always assumed that Abyad was among those destroyed ...

"On Earth?" Abyad asked for clarification, but he really didn’t need it. “I was the only one left, except The Black King, that is. But even we cannot find him … I doubt she knows of his existence--”

Michael nearly laughed. "She knows of him …" The Hayyoth took a deep breath in. So, he needed to get to Barqan immediately. “You said we … Who is we?”

"We …" Abyad hesitated and Michael’s fingers clenched together into a fist tightly. “We are the Order of Argaman … The Fallen Children.”

Michael knew there were sects of Fallen on Earth. Barqan had admitted as much to him, but he knew the Djinn had kept many things from him for safety. "Is that how you still live?"

"Yes."

"What is this Order?"

"We …" Hesitation again and Michael cocked his head to the right, giving his best exasperated stare. Did he really need to strike him again or take the information forcibly? “We exist to protect the Child of Prophecy and usher in the future.”

"The future?" Michael laughed out loud. “The Child of Prophecy? Then your goal is to bring about the fall of Heaven?”

"Michael." Abyad addressed him calmly. “You, of all people, should now realize … Falling is too often confused with Freedom, my lord.”

"Madness." Michael responded. “And you are mad if you think I’ll ever let Heaven fall ...”

"And yet …" Abyad smiled. “Here we are … my falling Hayyoth.”

Fair enough. "You’ve help from Heaven?" No beating around the the bush. There was not way any of this would have been possible without it.

"Yes."

"Who?" Perhaps there were allies here he could tap?

"I’ve no idea."

"Who, Abyad?" He leaned in, menacingly, but Abyad’s honest shrug told him the angel really had no clue.

"I have no idea, my Lord. None of us do. No one knows who Argaman is."

"Fair enough." Michael wasn’t sure what further use he might be and he brought his ring to his lips, quietly whispering the enochian word for Sleep into it before pushing it against the White Kings skin and the Djinn slipped into unconsciousness with ease.

Retrieving the staff, Michael moved towards the door, turning to address Hathų with tired confidence. "Go to the meadow. Leave him. No one will find him. Go to the meadow now. I’ll be back for you."

"Back for me?" She stepped forward. “You cannot be back for me, Michael. You must run. You must--”

"Run?" He scoffed at her instruction. “I will never run. I will never leave you.”

"Michael …" Her hand was on his arm, delicate and needy in her touch. “They will hunt you. You must run. You cannot come back here … not for me. At least not now … They will put you in prison. They will judge you. They will--”

"Hathų, I don’t care." There was nothing she could say and she could read him like a book. “Without you … without them …” Their children. “There’s nothing else I want from this existence.” His tone was unusually firm. “You’re the only things in creation that matter to me anymore.” He cupped her face in his large hands, tilting her eyes up to stare back into his. “I will fix this. I will go and I will bring her back with me … We will come back to you. I will always come back to you.”

He planted a single and prolonged kiss upon her forehead before he stepped out of their small house for the last time and she watched him vanish before her tearful eyes.

"A strigoi is simply a human shell, commonly devoid of any soul, inhabited by the mad remnants of the splintered archangel Ozryel." Thomas explained.

"But you ain’t that." Gus challenged the statement.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "As I said … commonly. The soul needs a living brain to inhabit a Qliphoth. My brain was allowed to remain fully intact."

"Huh. Lucky you." Dutch sneered, unable and unwilling to hide her disdain for him still.

"Wait …" Fet rolled his hand in a reverse circle, implying he was about to re-address something. “So, he needs her Clay-fought?”

"Qliphoth." Thomas corrected.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Her earthly shell … he needs dat? Why?"

"And if he’s so goddamn powerful, where the bloody hell is his Clay-fought?" Dutch asked.

"Qliphoth." Thomas corrected again. “I was never privy to that information. You cannot technically destroy a Hayyoth shell, so his brothers hid it from him and the world. It was entombed. Isolated it from all contact. This was one of the many secrets the Master hoped to glean from the Lumen …”

"Entombed? Oh shit …" Fet sighed heavily as bumps ran across his arms, putting two and two together. “Da Other Ancient … da one in Egypt … that was … Lucifer’s body?”

She wanted to desperately talk about this fact, but there was a lot of information to process and Dutch shook her head. "Ok. Ok. Stop. Stay on point here …" She breathed. “So, if he gets her body?”

"The world is over, my dear." Thomas shrugged. “Resurrecting Lucifer was the Master’s plan all along.”

"Wait, what? His plan?" Gus furrowed his brow. “How could she have been his plan all along?”

"She is the Dawn … The Dawn is the bringer of The Morning Star. It all started with her DNA test at Stoneheart, Mr. Elizalde. Everything began in that instant. Everything was suddenly possible. And when she was not on that plane, as planned, the Master lashed out, as he often did."

"And the strigoi invasion?"

"A very good distraction. The Master was not a fool. He knew he could not defeat Heaven without the forces of Hell behind him, without the little cobra standing by his side. Any glory on Earth would have been short lived without the Shining One."

"For what purpose?" Dutch asked. “Why? What’s the endgame--”

"End? Perhaps, but to every end, there is also beginning." Thomas chuckled. “With the power of Ozryel and Lucifer, they were going to wipe the slate clean and begin again, but this time, in their image, not his.” Thomas looked up briefly, sneering into the space above his head.

"Jesus … So dis has never been about control of da world …" Fet sat down, his face contorting with emotional torment. “Dis has never been about strigoi at all … ”

"No, Mr. Fet." Thomas smiled, something amused him about this revelation. “It has not. This … has always been about Eschaton …”

"Eschanton?" Gus asked for clarity.

"The End Time." Thomas answered. “The End of Days.”

"You said the light bringing shit promised her something?" Dutch asked, almost afraid to hear the response. “I don’t buy that she’d do something like this just willy nilly.”

"Quintus." Thomas admitted easily. “He has promised her the return of the Bastard Born.”

"Dat’s just crazy." Fet nearly laughed. “He’s … “ Painful hesitation. Painful memories and Fet’s brow furrowed at the thought of it. “He’s ash.”

"Mr. Fet." Thomas looked at him with curiosity. “You have just been told there is a Heaven and a Hell. You have just seen an archangel take flight before your very eyes and you think that a simple resurrection is beyond all reason?”

"I …" He stuttered to respond, thinking about it and shrugging innocently. “Guess not …”

"No. She wouldn’t do that." Gus refused. “She ain’t dumb--”

"She is not stupid, Mr. Elizalde, but she is naive. She thinks she can control him, but the very opposite is in play."

"She ain’t gonna give him control of her body--"

"She already has … on several occasions. I have witnessed it. Did you not see the night club?" The humans answered with silence and he continued, his face growing serious. “But, he does not wish to have temporary control. He seeks to take her body long term. He seeks to drive her soul from it so that he might take the helm permanently.”

"Drive her soul from it?" Dutch choked. “To kill her?”

"Nothing is ever that simple. If it was, then the Master would have just killed her when we had her." Thomas shook his head. “No. If she were to just die, her divine soul would be thrust to Heaven and there would be no path for him to follow back to her shell.”

"You’re barely making any sense, you shiny fuck." Dutch was starting to become frustrated with the conversation. The thoughts of what might be in store for her friend were beginning to make her nauseous … or maybe that was because of something else …

"There is only one way a divine soul can be thrust into Hell, my dear. There is only one rule, one sin, that must never be broken by any soul in creation. The very loophole that Lucifer himself used to circumvent judgement of Heaven."

"Fuck. Just out with it, bruh!" Gus said with fire in his eyes, but his stomach grew uncomfortable, as he actually knew what the Nazi meant. “Just say it.”

"He seeks to break her, Mr. Elizalde. Mind, body, and spirit." Thomas said.

"I think I’m gonna be sick." Dutch sat down quickly, her body reeling with continued nausea.

"Break her?" Fet asked, innocent and confused as ever. “What are you--”

"She’s gotta do it herself, bruh." Gus met his large friend’s eyes, recalling his strict Catholic upbringing and that most loathed mortal sin as he turned to Thomas, desperation thick in his voice. “Where are they going? You gotta have some idea?”

"I am uncertain where her next stop is, but I am certain I know where his eventual destination will be."

"Where’s that?" Dutch remained as calm as possible.

"Lake Baikal." Thomas said without hesitation. “Siberia.”

"Why?" Dutch asked, but a small part of her knew she wasn’t prepared for the answer.

"It is the Gate to Hell."

Ah crap. This is a bad sign.

The apartment door was open just a crack and Michael cringed. Shit. As he pushed it completely open, he saw the woman within, tied to the wooden dining table chair and he unbound her immediately.

"Did she take him?" His question was simple and short.

"Yeah." Barb nodded, rubbing her wrists where the rope had rubbed against her skin. “They left hours ago.”

"Any idea where they went?"

"No. She wasn’t very talkative." Barb said as he turned to leave and she spoke again. He could hear the worry in her voice. “Is she gonna to kill him?”

"I don’t think so." Michael’s own tone offered her little assurance and he hesitated for a moment, not fully understanding Lucifer’s influence on her yet. “At least not until she gets what she needs from him.”

"Good luck." He heard before he willed himself to the Ukrainian next.

The Walker - Gayngs

I've been walking for days

I wore out my shoes

There's a dust storm approaching

And everything will change

And I'm tied to you

Baby I'm on my way

I'm jumping over fences

I'm taking baths in rain

I'm not worrying about sleeping

Until I see your face

There's a dust storm approaching

And everything will change

I'm tied to you

Baby I'm on my way

He didn’t even try to run. There was something either more practical about Barqan than Abyad, or perhaps he was just more cowardly. In all fairness though, Barqan knew who she was and Abyad didn’t.

She was surprised though as he hadn’t argued with her once or tried to talk her out of anything. Actually, he hadn’t really said anything to her. There was a hint of shame in his demeanor and she could read it in his eyes each time he looked at her. During the long ride, he watched the road mostly. Occasionally, he would glance around at the backseat. EL would smile back at him when he did, but she knew Barqan couldn’t see him.

"Do you feel him?" She asked at one point, speaking only the once and Barqan responded with a nod. He feared and his obvious fear actually made her uneasy. But she brushed it aside and focused on her motivation instead. While she drove, she thought about many things. Her destiny. Her fate. Her future. She thought about Quintus and she thought about chaos.

It wasn’t Barqan’s silence that caused her the most unease, but it was EL’s. He still hadn’t talked to her much since her show of power on the roof and she knew he was mulling things over in his mind. Fuck.

When they pulled up to the burned, defunct factory, she stepped out and took a deep breath in of the all too familiar area. She spied her perch far above and remembered when Quintus had stepped out similarly, the first time she had ever seen him was in this same parking lot.

She could have gone anywhere, she supposed, but this was hers now. After the dream she had, she asked Ferraro to look into the property for purchase. She understood that this was where she would face Michael again and she smiled as the memories of her last time here, with the Born, washed over her.

Everything began here and it was fitting that it should end here as well. Something about that sentence painfully lingered in her mind, but EL, feeling her unease, reassured her from behind.

"Stay focused."

Fet had said Quintus burned it down, but it was clear the fire had only consumed the one building and even then, there was minimal damage to the steel and brick foundation. It was architected in such a way that the flames didn’t touch the remaining three buildings and she smiled. It was all still here and she knew it would have everything the Djinn needed to build her what she required.

As they walked through the main manufacturing floor, Barqan looked around carefully but still remained silent until she addressed him.

"Does it have what you need?"

"Yes."

"Then …" Grinning madly, she hoisting the duffel bag onto a metal work table and fished the Lumen out. As she chucked it at him, Barqan plucked it from the air with ease, his face falling as he stared down at the powerful metal in his hands. “Best get to it, Black King.”

"JESUS!" Dutch jumped at the sudden appearance of the archangel and she grabbed at her chest dramatically.

"Heh. Not quite. Close, I suppose." Michael couldn’t help but smirk at his own joke, but he wasted no time, pointing at Thomas. “He say anything?”

"Antonio Ferraro." Fet said. “He’s an employee of Quin--” Michael was already gone, mid-sentence and Fet threw up his hands. “What the hell? Dat’s just great, man. Fucking great.”

"Do you really think any of us can help him with what he must do?" Thomas asked. “He is more powerful than even the Master at his height …”

"We failed her." Everyone knew it wasn’t just her he was talking about. It wasn’t just her he felt he had failed. Gus eased down onto the couch and silently stared at the picture in his hands. The same one that Fet had been using to show people when they were searching for her in the States. He stared at the tiny woman on the far right of the image, whom he had his arm around and was in the middle of planting a kiss on the side of her forehead “We gotta have faith. We just …” It was obvious he was trying to convince himself. “We gotta have faith that he can help her.”

"Help? Do you actually think he is her ally, Mr. Elizalde?" Thomas admitted readily. “Do not be foolish.”

"Wait … what the hell do you mean now?" Dutch asked. “He’s her family … you just told us he’s her grandfa--”

"I did indeed." The Nazi shook his head. “But, as I know Mr. Elizalde can attest … family is not always on your side. He is the Right Hand of God. He will do what is necessary to save creation … and himself.”

"Maldito puto!"

"Mr. Ferraro." Michael approached the man sitting quietly at the desk from behind.

"She is here." Without even turning to look upon the Hayyoth, the italian man lifted up a piece of paper with one hand while he tapped the screen of his phone with the other. An address was printed elegantly across the note. “She is expecting you, sir.”

The angel paused for a moment, mulling over that statement carefully before taking the note and reading the information scribbled across it. He knew this location, of course. He had watched her for many months at this location and he closed his eyes tightly.

He considered taking Ferraro somewhere, but it wouldn’t be necessary. It would all be over soon.

"I appreciate your cooperation." Michael offered his gratitude before he was gone.

So Silent - Zack Hemsey

She was tripping on something that was laced in her tea

And she was high as a kite when she said she could see

Said we in the land of the free but no freedom grows

And if we in a brave new world where'd the brave all go

Her phone dinged with the arrival of Ferraro’s text message. Fishing it out of her pocket, she stared down at the SMS:

On his way. Happy Hunting.

The timing was perfect and Barqan approached her, holding out the newly crafted weapon for her to take and assess. He tried to talk her into a sword or even a spear, but in the end, she demanded he make it into a staff again. It had been a staff before, when the Monkey King wielded it and she knew that was always her weapon of choice.

As she took it from his offering hands, gripping it tightly, she smirked, appreciating its weight and feeling the power resonating throughout it. If this tiny shard gave off this much power, she could only imagine what the actual celestial blade was like. Her fingers traced its surface carefully and she felt the sense of being home run over her soul as her arms filled with nervous bumps.

Perfect. It was … perfect. It was … hers.

"My brothers and I …" EL stepped forward, from behind her, and she could feel his pride. “We were given our gifts. We never earned them. We never earned anything we were given. We were simply born with power.”

He walked around her carefully and she knew his words would be perfect, because he was so good at speaking to her heart. He had always known her, hadn’t he?

"But you … you have earned this. You have crawled your own way out of their pit of obscurity and made them see you." He smiled. “And this …” He spun, waving his hands at the building around them. “And this is your story, Aurora. And you … you have never needed to be gifted anything, because you have always owned your own agency.”

She gripped the staff tighter. How much of this was her own doing, her own agency really? And how much of this was her sisters’ doing? But as the question danced across her mind, she realized something she had missed before.

They had told her. She had a choice. She always did. That was the entire point of everything. It wasn’t that it couldn’t be changed, but it was that everything was happening because she had decided it. They weren’t in charge of future, but rather, they had cleverly and intentionally put her in charge of it.

This was her story and she was the flood. Disastrous and cruel … and unrelenting.

She swung it once and smirked. There was one difference she asked him to make on the shaft, one which the Monkey King did not have. It would have made no difference if it had it anyways, as humans wouldn’t have been able to power them, because only Hayyoth blood can drive a Glyph of Power.

And the shaft was littered with them, each and every one taken from the hidden pages of the Lumen … just like her Sun Stik, covered in marks. Each design, swirled and delicate, powerful, beautiful, and unique. She locked eyes with EL and he flicked his chin towards the direction of the parking lot.

"He’s here."

Absolutely brilliant commission by @needlesslycryptic

I am SOOO happy I finally get to use this commission. It took me a lot long to get to this chapter than I had planned.

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Angels And Devils Part Nine

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Tagging: @dandycandy75 @anuknowha @petersfern-fics @dunc-donut @frogmuttforever @michael-langdon-appreciation @codysfallenangels

Author’s Note: Thank you @michael-langdon-appreciation for helping me come up with ideas. i hope they make sense

A Fan Fiction By Melissa C. Scraper

Rating:- PG-13/PG Adult Language

Michael Langdon x OC Rejected Michael AU

Mutt Nutter and Jeff Pfister, Had heard from Cooperative that Antichrist had been born and they had been observing him, In Secret. "The world is a raging clusterfuck. And we need to burn this motherfucker to the ground! Wipe the slate clean and start over. This time do it right." Jeff leaned back "This guy is fucking Mess. at least the guy who claims to be Satan runs a nightclub and would be an excellent member of the cooperative."

Mutt "Yeah. It seems this Langdon Guy's Weakness is that girl. Lucy Collins." he couldn't tell if it was an effect of his drugs or what but even photo of lucy was burning his eyes. "He protects her for some reason."

Meanwhile, in LA, 2019 lucy was in the salon for her monthly Visit. "Gallant. I am the only one who knows your name?" he nodded

"I don't personally, like the name. it is too pretentious," he said as he blew into her hair like fairy granting a wish and blowing magic dust on you. he grinned "I've been hearing rumors that when the apocalypse comes. there will be certain people taken to outposts."

Lucy "It is not just rumored, my friend. Since i am the last Collins I got an invitation." she sighed "For once the corrupted DNA of my family is of some use to me." he spun her around so she could check the mirror "Perfect my friend." she said as she paid him

"You don't need to pay me more than the price of the style I just like having someone who isn't selfish to talk to. I like Coco. But she's irritating."

The last thing Lucy Remembered w she was leaving the salon her friend, Desmond Gallant, worked in the next thing she remembered she was waking up. she had a blindfold on and she could hear Mutt and Jeff talking in the corner

Mutt whispered to his friend "I can't look directly at her she glows too brightly. do you want me to get a pair of sunglasses for you too?" his friend nodded as he went to their sleeping quarters he received two pairs of sunglasses with a tortoiseshell pattern on them he hands Jeff the other pair "What is she? Do you think Venable will believe us when we tell her we are afraid to go near the girl?"

Jeff "I am not sure. Venable is uptight. she needs to be laid."

Lucy cringed as the calloused hands of the two men tied her arms to the chair "Why have you taken me?" she sighed "You will regret it. Lucifer and Michael will come for me!" she heard the two men stand at attention.

"You two Idiots Clearly have no idea how to treat a woman. I requested you Collect her not keep her tied up like an animal." she was already wearing sunglasses because the cooperative had suspected what Amenadiel, Maze and Lucifer Did, that Lucy was chosen.

"Ms. Venable," A Voice Said "Why have you convinced those two stoned monkeys that you control the cooperative when i do." an imposing figure with broad shoulder entered. This was Judah Zachary, Born Gerard Stiles. It seems Gabriel failed me. The Boy disposed of him so at least i don't need to worry about dealing with that loose end." he wasn't sure nor did he care if Michael Langdon was Antichrist. His goal was to start the Apocalypse. If Kai Anderson hadn't been killed he would have received an invitation to an outpost.

It had taken several days for Michael to receive a message from the cooperative not because it was an extremely complex message but because Mutt and Jeff were just lazy enough to not want to deliver the message themselves. But just brilliant enough to figure the message could be delivered just as well by a cyborg.

As they viewed through Ms. Meads Eyes while she was escorted through the club "Damn if it wasn't our night with Ryan Reynolds. I would totally dig hanging out at Luxe." Mutt said to Jeff. "Remember no typos we want the message as clear as possible."

Jeff glared at him "Excuse me. who does most of the coding? when you hungover ass falls asleep at the computer."

Meanwhile at Luxe.... Ms. Meade is escorted to the penthouse of Lucifer Morningstar, "Detective Decker we're telling you all we know. Our Friend Lucero Collins was kidnapped outside the Salon by two men. You should have witness statement by Mr. Gallant and anyone else there."

Chloe "Lucifer, that is exactly why you are not being allowed to investigate because you are personally involved because the woman works for you. and Lives with you." she rolled her eyes she looked at Ms. Meade "Ma'am, you are not supposed to be here."

Ms. Meade "I've come to deliver a message from the Cooperative. Either Mr. Langdon agrees to meet with our leader. or they will find a way to dispose of the girl."

Lucifer thinking *Bloody Hell. Not the Cooperative again.* he muttered "Hmmm." and looked over at Michael

"Thank you, give us a moment to discuss," Michael responded trying not to show worry. "I have to go. I promised her she would never be harmed as long as we are friends." He said completely forgetting that Chloe Decker was there all that mattered to him was that they needed to find where Lucy had been taken

"Your Word is your Bond. She is the only one you've ever bargained with. BUt Cooperative can be dangerous and stupid. they are a network of People who worship Satan. They get tedious because their idea of how i should be and the way i am are not the same thing." Chloe clears her throat when they look up Maze and Amenadiel are standing there.

Michael turns his attention back to Ms. Mead "Tell The Cooperative I will meet with them but i need proof. Lucy is alive." he said staring into Ms. Mead's eyes, there was something off about this woman. her stiffness was more than just a soldier on a mission.

Ms. Mead "The Cooperative will send a car to pick you in the morning you may bring one person with you." She paused and unnaturally long amount of time as the two technicians thought of a way to phrase this "She Glows with an unnatural light. My fellow cooperative members can look directly at her without wearing sunglasses."

"Not enough proof," he said

a long pause as Mutt asked Lucy for information, Ms. Mead "When you lived in New York you made it snow for her inside but when you realized it was making her cold you made it stop and you kept her warm."

Michael "What time will we expect the car?" he said

"10am, on the nose. No earlier no later," she said as she turned on her heels and left

To Be continues......

#angels and devils #part 9 #michael langdon #1/1/19 #fan fic #lucifer/ahs crossover #lucifer morningstar #ahs: apocalypse

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