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Teenage!MC with ADHD

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Summary: The brothers and side characters reaction to a teenage MC who had ADHD. The Demon Brothers and Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon. Platonic/Sibling Relationship A/N: Please forgive me if this isn't completely accurate. I don't personally know anyone with ADHD and I know there are different types but I did my best!

Lucifer struggled a bit with your ADHD at first. But it was only because he had a hard time getting you to focus on your tasks. 

He would ask you to do something at school or chores around the house, and he would notice that you always had a hard time completing them.

You would either completely forget the fact that he had asked you to do it, or you would get distracted in the middle of it and the task would remain undone.

Lucifer didn't know that you had ADHD and he was having a particularly bad day. He snapped the slightest bit at you when he noticed that you had once again forgotten to do something he asked.

You apologized and explained that you weren’t doing it on purpose and as soon as you told Lucifer that you had ADHD he understood that this was something beyond your complete control.

He felt bad for snapping at you and went easier on you from then on, simply asking you again or reminding you if he wanted you to get something done.

And, he made sure that Diavolo knew about your ADHD so that he didn’t end up in the same confused state Lucifer had been in.

He sees you as family just like he sees his little brothers and he would never think negatively of you having ADHD.

Mammon exhibits signs of ADHD himself so you and him probably have a lot in common.

He’ll constantly interrupt others and is always on the move. He can never sit still and is easily distracted. He’s the whole package.

Honestly, when it comes to the House of Lamentation the others make small bets to see which of you was going interrupt the other one first.

Mammon doesn’t really notice that you had ADHD and even if you told him that you had it, he wouldn’t understand what you were talking about. Do all teenagers talk in abbreviations?

When you explain what it is, Mammon does admit that it has some similarities to his own personality. But, he didn’t care at all.

If you and he acted the same way then even better! You should consider yourself lucky that the Great Mammon and you have similarities.

In all actuality though, you’d probably have a better grasp of things than Mammon and he ends up learning tricks from you on how to control his impulsive behavior and manage his restlessness.

Mammon is really grateful to have you. 

Levi had a tendency to excessively talk when it came to something that he cared about.

Though he rarely had the opportunity where someone would actually listen to what he had to say.

When he realized that you also rambled on Levi was excited to have someone else in the House of Lamentation that was like him.

If you took an interest in the things that he liked, he would love having conversations with you.

Those conversations would be long and full of interesting points of view but they left you both feeling heard on your opinions.

Levi had a bit of trouble playing games with you because you got easily bored and liked switching between games.

He didn’t mind changing games as long as you least let him get to the save point first.

He’s one of the brothers that would handle your ADHD well.

Satan didn’t quite understand why he was having such a hard time getting you to focus on your schoolwork at first.

He had been tasked with making sure you stayed on top of your studies but whenever the two of you sat down to study, you would either zone or just get completely distracted by something else.

The first time it happened, Satan thought that you were just particularly tired that day. But, when it kept happening, Satan realized it was more than being tired.

He did some research on his own and when he believed he had found the diagnosis he asked you if you had ADHD.

When you told him that you did have ADHD, he felt a sense of accomplishment that he had found the answer.

He’ll continue to do more and more research to try and find a way to help you focus.

By the end of it all, he knows more about ADHD than you do. 

And he’s always trying to give you tips and tricks on help to manage it.

He wasn’t trying to be annoying. He was just trying to help.

Asmo was trying really hard to bond with you. But, he was having a hard time, because it seemed like every time the two of you were talking you completely ignored him.

You either looked like you were in a different world or your attention was on something that was completely unimportant.

Asmo thought that you didn’t like him or that you thought he was boring and his feelings were genuinely a bit hurt.

He just wanted to bond with you like his brothers had.

When you explained that it wasn’t him but your ADHD he felt relieved and when you told him what having ADHD was like he felt like you shouldn’t have to apologize for it.

Asmo doesn’t want anyone else misinterpreting you so he’ll take photos or short videos and post them to social media - with your permission, of course - to help spread awareness.

Now that he knows what it is, Asmo finds your ADHD adorable. Humans can have the funniest quirks sometimes.

Beel may not fully grasp the concept of ADHD, but he knows that it’s a part of you, and because of that, he finds it precious. 

He loves it whenever he sees a symptom of your ADHD.

If you were zoning out, he would make sure you were doing it somewhere safe.

After all, he had a lot of practice with people zoning out thanks to Belphie.

If you were feeling restless, Beel would make sure to go with you wherever you wanted to go or do whatever you wanted to do.

He knew demons didn’t know what ADHD was but he dared someone to try and make fun of you for having it.

He would be so quick to defend you. He won’t let anyone try to make you feel bad for something that you can’t control.

And he made sure that you knew that if you ever needed anything to come to him. You were part of his family now.

When Belphie first found out that you had ADHD, he thought that you were just messing with him.

He was sleeping on the couch next to you and you had constantly been moving, shaking the couch a bit.

Belphie thought that you were just trying to prevent him from sleeping as a joke.

But when he asked you to stop he noticed how uncomfortable you looked just sitting completely still.

He asked if something was wrong and you told him it was hard for you to sit still because of your ADHD. 

He had a blank expression on his face, not understanding what you had said to him so you went further into your explanation.

Belphie understood by the end of it and allowed you to continue moving if you needed to. He was the Avatar of Sloth and he could fall asleep anywhere under any circumstances.

He found it funny when you would space out and just stare at nothing in particular.

It reminded him of himself before he passed out.

But you didn’t seem to have the same tendency he had to just fall asleep after daydreaming.

Lucifer had been the one to tell Diavolo about your ADHD and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to do some research to understand what exactly it was.

Once he understood it though, Diavolo did everything he could to ensure you would be comfortable down here in the Devildom.

He made sure that your workload wasn’t too much because he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that you would have a hard time completing large amounts of work.

With how busy he was, Diavolo didn’t get much of a chance to see your ADHD in action. But when you came over for the retreat at the castle, Diavolo noticed all of the traits that Lucifer had told him about. 

He couldn’t help but be curious about your symptoms. He paid close attention and made sure to incorporate what he had learned into your future days in the Devildom.

It was his job as the future King of the Devildom to ensure that everyone enjoyed their time in his kingdom and you were no exception.

Barbatos, like Lucifer, struggled with your ADHD at first. He was a very punctual demon so when he noticed you consistently showing up late or not completing your tasks, he was slightly irritated. 

He thought you were just being a typical teenager and neglecting your tasks because you simply didn’t feel like doing them.

Lucifer was also the one who told Barbatos that you had ADHD and what all that entailed. 

Barbatos was determined to help you get some sense of order in your life. 

He knew that you couldn’t always control when you got distracted and that you had a hard time focusing.

But, he was hoping that he would be able to help you - at least enough to stay on top of your school work.

Barbatos would reward you when you managed to stay on track, feeling proud as if he had raised you himself.

He doesn’t mind your other symptoms at all. He believed they were all things that helped make you unique. Things that everyone in the Devildom had come to admire.

The first time Simeon had watched you zone out, he thought that there was something wrong with you.

He wasn’t sure if someone had placed a curse on you or if you were having a human problem - a stroke maybe? Either way, he was panicking.

He immediately started calling for Lucifer and his worried voice pulled out of your thoughts. “Simeon, what’s wrong?” you asked him and he had never breathed such a big sigh of relief. 

He told you that he thought there had been something wrong with you and it made you laugh.

You assured him that you were okay and explained your ADHD. 

Simeon was much better prepared the next time it happened and he did not freak out.

He did find it interesting that humans could have something like ADHD. The human species was a strange one.

Simeon likes it when you explain your symptoms to him. He loves learning about humans from you and if you ever need any help from him, he won’t hesitate.

Solomon immediately knew the signs of ADHD. He had known many people in the human world who had it as well.

So he wasn’t panicked or confused when you would zone out or fidget. And he was incredibly patient when it came to you accidentally talking over him or rambling on.

He knew how to react to people with ADHD and it was comforting to talk to him because of how good he was with you. 

You and Solomon ended up getting along pretty well because of this.

You were lucky that he had been chosen as the other human exchange student because you weren’t sure how long you would have survived down here without him.

Solomon enjoyed your presence a lot because he thought of you like a little sibling and couldn’t help but find it adorable when one of your ADHD symptoms would present itself. 

He definitely will try to give you charms that he created to keep with you at school to try and help improve your focus.

He didn’t want to think about the demon brothers’ reactions if you started failing your classes. Especially Lucifer and Satan.

[lyneira]

♡ surprise attack! ♡

-> how would the genshin men and obey me guys react when you suddenly hug them from behind?

Is initially worried

Lucifer, Barbatos, Ayato, Zhongli, Cyno, Albedo, Tighnari

You catch them by surprise when they feel your arms wrapped around them all of a sudden. With the way you were holding them so tightly and how you nuzzled your face into their back, they wondered if anything bad had happened to you or whether you were upset and needed comfort.

"Y/n, is something the matter?"

"no...I just wanted to hug you"

They'd let out a relieved chuckle and hold onto your arms wrapped around them, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss to your palm, appreciative of your affection and glad that you're fine.

Feigns irritation

Satan, Scaramouche, Diluc, Alhaitham, Dainsleif

Their fight or flight mode was activated the moment you embraced them from behind and oh boy were they ready to fight. Though, once they realized that it was you, they eased up.

"Y/n, please", they'd groan. They would try to put up a slightly irritated face, but deep down, they loved it. They loved being held by you, to feel you hold onto them so firmly, full of tenderness and confidence. Your hugs assured them that they were worthy of such love and that, yes, there was someone out there who loved them deeply. You loved them deeply and that meant oh so much.

So really, they just didn't want to admit how much they would melt each time they were in your arms.

Gets flustered

Leviathan, Mammon, Xiao, Gorou, Thoma

They would blush right when they felt your embrace as it would have startled them. Were you trying to give them a heart-attack? Hugging them out of the blue like that.

And if you were to tell them how much you loved them right in their ear, too? Just let them perish already. They can't comprehend how you could be this cute.

If you want to tease them a little, let your hands roam over their torso, pull them in closer towards you, and feel as their body begins to heat up even further. They're glad that you're behind them so they could hide their flustered face from you, hehe

Immediately hugs you back

Diavolo, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Itto, Kazuha, Venti, Childe, Kaveh

They adore that you want to hug them, but they want to hug you too! Will turn around to give you a proper hug and squeeze you tightly, placing multiple kisses on your cheeks while they're at it. If you aren't gonna hold back your affections, then he isn't going to hold back his either! 😌

Would be unfazed

Beelzebub, Solomon, Simeon, Baizhu, Heizou, Kaeya

They wouldn't say a word nor complain. They're very much used to your antics that they would simply let you be. They'll let you cling onto them like a leech while continuing whatever they were doing. Whether it was reading a book, eating, or working on some documents, they'd do it all while you were attached to their back. They weren't going to deny any attention or affection from you even if they were busy.

And if their task ever required them to have you off their back, they'd simply adjust your position while still enabling you to hug them.

But, if you dare to do your best to distract them by leaving kisses up and down their back, then be ready for the events that will follow. They won't hesitate to turn you around and return the favor directly up front 🤭

Bonus:

Ends up giving you a piggyback ride

DIAVOLO, Beelzebub, ITTO

When you suddenly come clinging onto their back, they thought that it could only mean one thing: you wanted a piggyback ride. So they scooped your legs up, held them at their sides, and began to dash around, catching you by surprise. (It would be a fun and pleasant surprise nonetheless)

Now you'd better give them a destination to head towards before they end up getting the both of you lost because they'd be running with zero sense of direction, lost in the fun they're having with you.

a/n: I didn't want to make separate posts for either fandom so I just combined em :D

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

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Obey Me x TWST Chapter 2

[Back In The Devildom]

"What do you mean they're gone?! What did you do, Solomon?!"

Lucifer had lost his shit and his brothers were just as pissed, all of them in agreement for once, which was concerning. Diavolo was standing behind everyone, simply listening as Barbatos stood by his side, remaining calm despite the icy glare leveled at the sorcerer.

Before it could get too loud, Diavolo stepped forward, looking serious as everyone stepped back. Diavolo then walked over to Solomon and stood in front of him as the prince spoke in a scarily quiet voice. "Where's (Y/N), Solomon?"

Solomon sighed and shrugged as he looked at Diavolo. "If I knew where my apprentice was, I would have said so already." "What happened?" Diavolo's voice was sharp as he kept staring at Solomon, showing that he was just as irritated as the rest of the demons were.

"Well, I wanted to test a spell that should have just made them extremely small, but I must have read something wrong. I doubt it, though." Solomon tried sounding confident, but it was obvious that even he was getting nervous.

"Where did you find this spell?" Satan sounded eerily calm as he stared coldly at Solomon. Solomon cleared his throat and smiled at Satan as he handed the avatr of wrath an ancient spellbook with a neon pink sticky note sticking out of the top. Satan then carefully flipped to the page with everyone's eyes on him. Once Satan read what was on the page, he growled and shoved the book into Asmodeus' hands before slamming Solomon against the wall. "You moron! That spell doesn't make someone smaller!"

Lucifer forced Satan back, much to his irritation, as Asmodeus gasped dramatically and stared at Solomon in horror. "You sent our precious (Y/N) to another world?!"

The room fell into total silence as all the demons in the room stared at Solomon. It was so quiet that a pin could be heard, but before anyone could freak out (more than Satan and Asmo did, anyway), Diavolo spoke calmly and coldly, keeping a level head. "Solomon, you will be staying out of this. we can find a way to bring (Y/N) back."

Solomon actually looked alarmed when he heard Diavolo's words as he tried defending himself, but Diavolo wasn't having any of it. Diavolo held a hand up to silence Solomon as he spoke coldly. "You are not allowed to help us. We cannot risk messing up and you cannot be trusted currently."

With that, Lucifer and his brothers headed back to the House of Lamentation and Diavolo and Barbatos went deeper into the castle, leaving Solomon all alone in the main hall, with his only option being to go back to Purgatory Hall, regretting sending his apprentice away on accident as he tried to figure out how he was going to break the news to Simeon, Luke, and Raphael.

No one was going to be happy with Solomon and he, oddly enough, wasn't happy to be on everyone's shit list.

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Alright, this is gonna be the last chapter before finals week. It was a shorter chapter, but I'll try to make the chapters after this a little longer. I'll post the 3rd chapter either the week after finals or the week after that.

It might be a bit early to say this, but thank you for all the support I've gotten for this fic so far. It's only in its early stages, but everyone has been so kind to me and so eager for more, which makes me excited to write more, so thank you!

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Barbatos Falling in Love with a Cat Hybrid MC (Obey Me!)

A/N: AAAAHHHHHH!! This was supposed to be posted for Barb's birthday, I'm so sorry, guys 🥲🥲 But I got a lil busy and distracted and didn't get this finished up when I was supposed to, my apologies!! So this is very late, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!! Also, I'll be completely honest, these headcanons are first of all, very long 💀 And second of all very self-indulgent considering my MC is a cat hybrid. This also mentions a lot of my own personal headcanons about demons in general, but they aren't necessarily super prominent. Also, I tried to keep the description of the cat features as vague as possible so that everyone could imagine their own details however they wanted, but if any of you wanna know how I personally imagine a cat hybrid MC looking, I'd be happy to share my thoughts on that!!

Side Note: So, apparently Tumblr has a 4,096 text per block limit. However, tumblr did not tell me this, and I had to experiment and figure it out completely on my own. So, there's a couple of headcanons that are separated a little weirdly cause tumblr required me to do so in order to post. It was only just now after I'd figured out the problem and started getting everything ready to post that tumblr decided to give me an error message while I was editing that specifically mentioned the text block limit. That error message never appeared previously 🤦 So yeah, might be weird break up points, so my apologies!!

Pairing(s): Barbatos x MC, Diavolo x MC (Implied/Mentioned), slight Diavolo x Barbatos if you squint

Tag(s): Mention of panic attacks, slight reference/implication of trauma, slight blood, I guess? Lemme know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3,277

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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-When MC first came to the devildom, Barbatos was…intrigued. Slightly. Even during his frequent visits to the human world for various things, he’s never really interacted with humans very much, mostly just for transactions. In fact, the human he’s interacted the most with in decades is Solomon, as offending as the man is. And Solomon is a lot of things, but a hybrid is not one of them. So, it’s been years since he’s actually taken time to really speak to any humans, let alone one that’s half animal like yourself. Usually, he still wouldn’t think much about it, but maybe it’s the way you immediately went on the defensive and took a swipe at all of them the moment you were summoned, or maybe it’s just that he was immediately charmed by you just like all the others. Either way, he found himself keeping an eye on you.

-Barbatos doesn’t exactly love cats the same way that Satan or even Solomon does, but he does prefer them over most animals, especially dogs. He finds them extremely amusing and sometimes even sweet. Which is why he takes interest in noting all of MC’s cat behaviors and mannerisms. Like how you stick your tongue out in a new environment, trying to do so discreetly so that you aren’t questioned about it. Or how your first instinct is not to use a napkin, but to groom yourself, whenever you spill something on the fur along your arms or sometimes even your legs. One of his favorite habits of yours is your cat-like vocalizations. No matter what the situation or what emotion you’re feeling, you always end up letting out various sounds that usually only a cat makes, whether you’re in the middle of speaking or not. He has to admit, whenever you let out a happy mew or chirp, he has to hide a smile.

-He didn’t know it at the time, but the moment his intrigue and curiosity became full-on investment is quite clear now that he thinks about it. He had gotten up at his usual time of night to start making preparations for the Young Master’s day, and as he started a quick cleaning sweep of the whole castle, he discovered something strange. There’s a small crawl space in the left wing of the castle that the Little Ds frequent and sometimes he’ll stop and say hello as he passes by, should any of them be inside it at the time. And yet, this time, he finds scratches. Surface scratches on the wall on either side of the crawl space and deeper scratches in the hardwood floor right in front of it. He couldn’t help but be concerned. This isn’t something he saw coming, nor did he sense anything amiss in his sleep. And the Little Ds are never this destructive. The only logical thing for him to do is check inside the crawl space. And so he opens it up, and is stumped by what he finds. It’s…you. Curled up into a tight ball and covered in…one of Lord Diavolo’s spare blankets. A heavier one, that the Lord prefers on colder nights.

-Where in the world did you get one of those? How did you even get into the castle? As he continues to observe, he notices that you’re asleep, though it doesn’t seem like you’re actually getting much rest. And there’s Little D No. 6 and 7 snuggled up right beside you, also asleep. He kneels down and clears his throat, touching your arm gently. And as he had hoped, you woke up. But then you were flinging the blanket in his face and trying to push yourself further back into the corner despite not having any room to do so. The Little Ds are startled and scamper away, behind the butler, while Barbatos watches as you position yourself much like an animal getting ready to pounce. But you don’t. Instead, you hiss and growl at him, the sounds echoing through the long, mostly empty hallway.

-Your lips are pulled back from your teeth, your feline canines glinting in the low light. Usually he wouldn’t care for gentleness. You’re intruding into the castle and it’s his job to get rid of you in case you are a danger to his Master. Or in the case of a human from the exchange program, he must at least send you back to the House of Lamentation immediately. But as he opens his mouth to speak, he hears something that makes him pause. Among the warning sounds to stay back, he hears…a whimper? And so, he takes a moment to sniff the air. And that’s when he realizes. This human isn’t shaking with rage. They’re shaking in fear. The smell of terror wafts from you in deep waves, and now that he’s paying more attention, your eyes are darting around, your pupils dilated as you try to watch every piece of your surroundings. He sighs and moves back, deciding that not crowding you in is best. You’ll be easier to deal with if you’re calm, he tells himself. Nothing more.

-He moves to the opposite side of the hallway, directly across from the crawl space, and sits on his knees, watching you with a slight tilt of his head. The Little Ds, however, stay nearby. And as patiently as he can, he waits. Slowly, your hisses and growls quiet, and your body relaxes slightly. The fear is still in your scent, but now there’s also curiosity and…a slight sense of embarrassment? After a few minutes have passed, you slowly slink out of the crawl space and crouch right in front of it. Then he watches you hold a hand out to the Little Ds and help them crawl onto your leg, a slight smile appearing on your face as you do so. Oh? He then calls your name, and immediately your ears flatten back against your head again, and you look at him with uncertainty. And then he questions what you’re doing in the castle and how you got in, in the first place.

-You quietly explain that some of the Little Ds led you inside. From your description, Little Ds 2, 4, and 5. Apparently, earlier that night at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer had gotten angry and yelled at a couple of his brothers. MC incidentally caught Lucifer’s attention while he was still upset and got caught in the crossfire, which greatly frightened you and caused you to run off. You found yourself outside and lost, not realizing you were right by the castle grounds until the Little Ds stumbled upon you. And for some reason, they felt the need to bring you inside. They’re the ones that also brought you the blanket, trying to help you stay warm. But then it started storming and due to what had already happened, it spiked a panic attack. That’s where the scratches came from.

-And usually, he wouldn’t care much for a sad tale from some random human. But here he is, watching you look around anxiously, tail wrapped tightly around your arm and ears flattened, scent dull like you’ve already accepted that a terrible punishment is coming your way, and he finds that he absolutely can’t stand it. This image in front of him is wrong. The scent coming from you is wrong. And for the life of him, he can’t place why. Nor does he know why he goes easy on you throughout the next day. The only thing he requires of you is that you explain to Lord Diavolo what happened and you work in the castle for a day, including cleaning up your own mess. The Young Master holds nothing against you, unsurprisingly, and from that day on, Barbatos was keeping an even closer eye on you, with one very strange question running through his mind. Just what did the human world do to you, hybrid?

-When you start to take more of an interest in Lord Diavolo, Barbatos is torn on how to feel. On one hand, whenever you and Lord Diavolo spend time together, both of you are filled with so much joy and delight. It makes his heart feel a little warmer at the sight. But on the other hand, he feels something slimy and hot crawl around his insides at the same exact sight, especially when it’s confirmed that what’s happening between the two of you is heading towards something romantic. It doesn’t take the Lord too long to notice, either. He’s the one that informs Barbatos that what he feels is jealousy, which surprises both of you. Jealousy? Why would he be feeling jealousy? And then the Young Master suggests that he join them for tea one day, take a break to enjoy new company, he says, with that damn twinkle in his eye.

-When he first sits down at the tea table set out in the gazebo overlooking the lake, the last thing he expects is for all of your attention to fall on him. You turn your entire body in your chair to face him, your ears perking up and your tail twitching in his direction, a bright, warm smile on your face. You hold your teacup in both hands, close to your chest, and start speaking to him. Complimenting him. The tea set is so pretty, you’ve never seen anything like it, and the tea itself is amazing. Does it have an herbal base or is it more similar to a black tea equivalent? The Young Lord must’ve told you about his interest in tea. And so, he answers you. Gives a slight chuckle as he thanks you and tells you all about the tea. And he’s delighted to realize that not only do you listen to everything he says, but you retain all of it as well. Ask him even more questions. And at some point in the conversation, he finds himself smiling for no reason other than the fact that he’s enjoying himself. And soon after, he feels your tail brush against his arm. As soon as you realize he’s noticed, you apologize, claiming it has a mind of its own sometimes with a sheepish giggle. And as you look away he notices that a flush has risen to your face. How curious.

-The first time that Barbatos finds a dead bird on the windowsill of a castle window, he thinks nothing of it. It’s something that happens from time to time. Until a few days later when he finds not just one, but two. One outside of his own window and one outside of Lord Diavolo’s. It’s too specific for him to see it as mere coincidence, so he stores both birds and watches out for more. And like clockwork, twice a week on the same days, one, sometimes two, birds would appear on both of their windowsills. When he asks his Lord about it, he doesn’t know either. It was purely accidental that he found out the reason. One day at RAD, he overheard Satan speaking to a few of his brothers and he went on some ramble about cats. The butler was only partially listening, but his interest was peaked when he heard mention of cats leaving gifts for people they enjoy the company of. Most cats will kill small animals, like mice or birds, and leave them on windowsills or near front doors or anything similar, sometimes even by a bed or other place the person frequents. And the thought came to him. Are the birds from you? A supposed gift for him and the Young Master? And so, the next time birds are left at the windows, one of the first things he does is ask you to the castle that same day.

-After you arrive, he presents you with the birds from that morning and asks if they’re from you. Immediately, your tail starts swishing behind you, and you look not anxious but…shy, and flustered. You ask if the birds are okay, or if there’s a different animal he and Lord Diavolo would prefer. He can’t help but laugh. Not at you, but at the absurdity of such a question. And at his own emotions in response to the confirmation that you’ve been leaving them gifts. Leaving him gifts. And when he tells you that the birds are perfect, that they can be used for many meals and other things, your tail stands straight up as you let out the sweetest of feline chirps. And for some reason, he feels a slight flush rise to his cheeks

-One night, the Young Master decides to host a dinner party with all residents of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall. Both demonus and human alcohol was brought out and everyone was having a good time. The Young Lord especially was having so much fun that he invited everyone into his private common room after dinner was finished, insisting that Barbatos himself take a moment to sit and relax. He follows his Master’s orders, as he always does, and takes a moment to sit down and observe the others. And that’s when he feels a warm weight against his side as someone takes up the space beside him. Immediately, he turns in the direction, ready to tell off whoever it was, when he lays eyes on you and freezes. You’ve snuggled up beside him and placed your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with hazy eyes. You tell him unnecessarily that you’re just a little bit tipsy. And then you comment that he’s cozy as you wrap both of your arms around one of his, your tail quickly following. And then you spend a moment sniffing his shoulder. He’s unsure why until you suddenly start rubbing your cheek against the same spot. Since meeting you, he’s started doing a bit more research on cats to learn more about things they do and why they do them, how to read their behavior and such. And one of the things he read is that all cats have scent glands within their cheeks and they use those scent glands to mark their scent on people they’ve claimed as “theirs”. He instantly looks away and tries to ignore the burning of his cheeks. He lets you stay there all the way until the brothers drag you back home.

-Barbatos is not emotionally naive. He just finds the concept of romantic love and care very difficult to understand and therefore hard to detect immediately. But eventually it reaches a certain point in which the fact that he is falling in love is absolutely undeniable. Such as the case with that silly little cat hybrid. And within that realization, he’s realized that you’re the one who’s been making all the moves in his direction. Well, that just won’t do. If he is to accept your romantic pursuits, then he must return them as well. And so, he requests for a very rare day off and invites you to spend the day with him.-First, a breakfast at the castle that he personally makes for you, making sure to include a mix of your favorites and his own. The two of you eat together in his favorite area of the garden, right by the acid tulips that he was happy to tell you all about when you asked. And then, when he asks what you want to do next and you tell him that you’d like to do some of his favorite activities, in order to learn more about him, he lets out a surprised chuff. With how energetic you are, he was genuinely uncertain whether any of his preferred hobbies would actually keep you entertained.

-But to his surprise, you bird-watched beside him with eyes of wonder and hung onto his every word as he told you all about the different bird species the two of you encountered. And when it came to herb gathering, mainly for teas, it seems you not only had an interest but also a knack for it. All he had to do was describe an herb to you and you’d be able to find some of it almost quicker than he could. Almost. He supposes your feline hunter instincts help a lot with that. And speaking of your hunter instincts, when the subject of lunch is brought up and he asks what you’d like, you simply ask him, “Bird or fish?” He blinks at you and says fish slowly, unsure as to what the question means. And then you tell him to…stay. You’ll be right back. Intrigued, he does as you say, listening carefully to your near silent footfalls as you bound through the trees head in the direction of the river not too far away. He hears a series of splashes for the next few minutes before you start making your way back to him. As you appear in front of him again, you have…fish. Multiple in your arms and one being held in your mouth, all of them already dead. It’s like the butler’s fondness for you grows tenfold in that moment, as you look absolutely adorable. Your tail swishes and curls high in the air, a sign that you're happy with yourself, if the grin on your face didn’t already reveal so. He gives you a warm smile and chuckles softly as he takes the fish you’re offering him and thanks you. When you release the last fish from between your teeth, there’s a thin stream of blood coming from the corner of your mouth. It would be a completely dishonest statement if Barbatos said that he didn’t feel a strong urge to kiss you in that moment. He has to look away and take a step back when you simply lick the blood up as if it’s nothing new, in order to prevent himself from doing anything impolite.

-Seeing as you caught fresh fish, he brings you to a place he and the young master tend to camp at occasionally where he’s able to make lunch for the two of you, which you both eat happily. And for the second half of the day, he asks to learn about your own hobbies, places you’ve come to enjoy since coming to the Devildom. And over the next few hours, you take him to all kinds of places, from your favorite lounging spot to your favorite place to shop. By the time it’s time for dinner, you’ve brought him to a little cafe in town that you enjoy spending time at and the two of you stay there awhile and chat over a meal. The entire day was an absolute delight and he takes it upon himself to personally escort you back to the House of Lamentation, especially with it being night now. The walk is slow but enjoyable, and at the front gates of the house, he says goodbye to you, however, you pause. A pink comes to your cheeks as you step forward and before he’s even processed the action, your lips are on his. You kissed him. Very few have ever been so bold, and definitely not a human. He places a hand on your cheek and a hand on your waist, both touches gentle and light, as he returns your kiss, a slight smirk on his face as he pulls away again. “I thank you for allowing me such a delightful experience.” He bows to you, and you let out a ‘mew’ before turning away and hurrying up to the house. He finds himself humming an old tune with a small smile on his face the whole way home that night.

~*~

A/N: Please let me know what you think!! I very much hope you enjoyed writing these out, so I hope you enjoyed reading them as well. I'm thinking of writing more of these for the other dateables, so keep an eye out for those 👀 Also!! Unlike with Barbatos, I will actually be posting something on Mammon's birthday in a few days!! I've already gotten quite a bit of it written out and it's very spicy 😏 So keep an eye out for that as well ^-^

[rainiishowers]

Dateables (+Luke!) Dancing With MC

A/N: I love this idea sm y’all don’t even know. Same format as before :3

Scenario: Everyone is at a ball at the castle, and this is how I imagine each of the dateables (+ Luke) would ask MC to a dance.

Brothers Ver.

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Diavolo

One of the things the prince wanted to do at this ball was to dance with MC. He’s very clear about this when he walks up to MC and asks to dance, holding out his hand with a smile on his face. He ignores the people giving them looks as they glide across the dance floor. He’s definitely aware of them, but wants to focus on MC. Years of practicing ballroom dancing paid off as he expertly and gracefully dances with the human. He isn’t nearly as dramatic as Asmo and Satan, but there are some spins here and there, and even some improvised dance moves. Will thank MC for dancing with him after, and if they don’t excuse themselves, he would ask if they want to stay by his side for a bit longer.

Barbatos

With Diavolo’s nagging encouragement, he politely goes to ask MC to dance. He’s very gentlemanly about it and starts the dance off with a bow. He is one of the best at dancing, having taught Diavolo it when the prince was younger. It is one of his many skills. Barbatos will gently corrects MC if they were to ever mess up, it’s kinda like a lesson in itself if they don’t know how to dance well, if at all. After it ends, he’ll end it with another bow and be on his way. His face remains neutral but Diavolo could tell he got some joy out of it.

Simeon

Like Satan, he is determined to be the first one MC dances with, although will settle for second or third. He initiates a conversation first before mentioning how nice everyone looks while dancing, which allows him to ask if they want to dance with him. He’ll be very happy when they say yes but will quickly compose himself. Simeon’s dancing is a bit rusty, so the angel might step on their toes once or twice before quickly getting into a rhythm, obviously being very apologetic and embarrassed about it. After the dance, he’s in a good mood for the rest of the night.

Solomon

Solomon will probably, shamelessly, interrupt a conversation that MC is having, especially if it’s with one of the brothers. That or he’ll insert himself in if the conversation interests him. Either way, he asks if they want to dance with him and quickly goes to the ballroom floor when they say yes. Wanting to have fun with it yet still make sure the dance is good, while dancing the waltz or whatever dance they are doing, he throws in some moves that he happens to remember from ye olden times, as well as other improvised dance moves. After the dance, he says his thanks with a kiss on their hand, smirking while looking up to see their reaction. If MC shows any interest in the dance moves from the old days, Solomon says he’ll happily set some time away to teach them

Luke

He might be a bit embarrassed to ask MC to a dance, but with Solomon and Simeon’s encouragement, he tugs on their outfit and quietly asks if they wanna dance with him. He’s pleasantly surprised when they say yes and has a big smile on his face. The dancing isn’t really graceful at the beginning but it turns out to be an improvised dance, with a few more silly dance moves thrown in. It’s absolutely adorable seeing these two dancing and he’ll ramble about it all to Simeon and Solomon later back at Purgatory Hall.

[obeymestory]

Obey Me!! (Demon Brothers x Reader Lemon Story)

Warning!!: This chapter contains content that isn't suitable for children. This specific chapter will include; cuss words, cock warming, pillow humping, desperate behavior, one rough action, tit cuddling, slight orgasm control, clit rubbing, one pillow talk question, begging, whimpering, reversed somnophilia, gentle coitus, and grinding. Time skips in this story are still signaled by GIFS.

Enjoy this chapter and just remember: You have been warned.

Chapter 3 - Pillow talk with Belphie

After the night with Beel, you awoke and got into your uniform to start the day, sharing another breakfast with the demon brothers then heading to all of your classes for the day.

After sixth period, the last period of the day, Belphie perked up from his seat and lazily lifted his head from the table he was previously snoring on.

"Hey Y/N."

Belphie greeted, yawning softly and covering his mouth as he did so, standing up with you and putting on his backpack again.

"Hey Belphie."

You greeted right back, giving him a small smile as he started to walk with you down the halls of RAD.

"Sorry I fell asleep in the planetarium last night. Since exams are this week I'm more tired than usual."

Belphie spoke up after a moment, glancing at you and continuing to talk.

"Would you like to gaze at the stars with me again?"

His amethyst eyes faintly sparkled in hope as he quickly added onto his words before you could respond.

"I promise not to fall asleep this time."

You let out a soft laugh and nodded in agreement.

"Sure. I'll join you."

You gave him another smile, more kindly this time, making the sleepy demon give you a smile right back.

"I'll be expecting you in the planetarium then."

Belphie and you continued to walk together all the way to the house of Lamentations.

As you both arrived, Belphie went off to go to his and his twins shared room, doing his after school routine.

Meanwhile you decided to take a peek to see how the kitchen and your room were coming along for the renovations, seeing they already covered the door frames of each area with caution tape.

You peeked into your room, seeing that half of your room was destroyed and the other half was just fine, luckily nothing valuable was taken in the accident. Your clothes, accessories, bed, and anything else of value were all just fine.

That small peek was enough to make you smile at least, as you closed your bedroom door and pulled your arm out from in between the lines of caution tape.

You stepped back away from your door then felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jolt and snap your head to see who it was.

It was just Solomon.

"Hey Y/N. How're the repairs coming along?" The fluffy white haired human asked you, pulling his hand away and putting his arms on either side of him like they usually were.

"You scared the shit out of me."

You declared making Solomon laugh and instantly apologize for frightening you.

"My apologies."

You sighed and shook your head, already having forgave him, speaking after a moment.

"They haven't gotten to fixing my room yet, I'm pretty sure they're working on the kitchen first."

Solomon nodded in response to your comment, shifting on his other foot and meeting your gaze again.

"Ah yes. Beel would be most happy to hear that."

He started, waving and bidding you adieu.

"I'll see you later, Y/N." You nodded and waved at him back, getting out of your school uniform and into your casual clothing, getting ready to go out again with the demon brothers for dinner since the kitchen still wasn't fit or safe enough to cook in.

The brothers and you all feasted at a restaurant together, of course; Beel took up most of the table with his outrageous order of food, and the bill was pages long as well. Fortunately, you weren't the one paying for the meal.

"So... after tonight, where is Y/N going to sleep?"

Satan spoke up during the meal, already having finished the food he ordered and looking around the table curiously.

"We'll figure that out tomorrow."

Lucifer immediately responded, making all of the brothers sigh and go back to eating their plates of food, aside from Satan, since he already ate.

Once the meal was finished and Lucifer's wallet was empty; you all headed back to the house of Lamentations, all the brothers heading to their rooms for the night to do their nightly things.

You were allowed to grab your pajamas from your room again and go to the twins room, taking a shower after Beel took his, Belphie always took his showers before Beel did. You did your usual routine and headed to the planetarium to hang out with Belphie like you had promised to earlier.

You entered the planetarium and saw Belphie gazing up at the constellations, sitting beside him and noticing him snap his eyes away from the stars to look at you.

"Hey Y/N."

He greeted as always, yawning softly and looking back up at the stars again, keeping a calm smile on his face.

"Hey Belphie."

You greeted back, smiling at him then joining him in gazing at the little dots in the sky, the lights from the stars glistening off of your eyes.

"What's your favorite constellation, Y/N?"

Belphie asked, slowly resting his head on your shoulder and continuing to join you stargazing.

You told him your favorite and he hummed, pointing it out immediately in the handful of lights above.

"It's right there."

He murmured softly, seeming to be an astrology nerd, it was admirable though, how he had at least one thing he was passionate about aside from sleeping.

"Your zodiac one is over there."

Belphie added, moving his finger and pointing at your zodiac constellation, lifting his head off of your shoulder slowly and gazing at you, it was endearing how he remembered your birthday.

"Would you like to share my bed tonight? I know Beel let you sleep in his bed last night."

He asked, you silently hoped he didn't hear you two, but based on his friendly gaze towards you, you would assume not.

"Sure."

You agreed, slowly standing up from your seat and watching him stand with you.

Belphie stretched and started to walk with you towards his and his twins room again, this time he was awake like he said he'd be, wanting to take your soft hand in his and hold it as the two of you walked but not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

He opened the door and held it for you, surprisingly Beel was sleeping already, murmuring different dishes he'd love to eat right about now and snoring faintly.

Belphie couldn't help but chuckle as he heard his twin murmur food items in his slumber, turning off the lights and laying on his bed, hugging his cow pattern body pillow and gazing up at you as you walked over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed.

Belphie yawned and covered his mouth, then nuzzled his pillow and scooted over more for you to lay beside him. You gladly laid beside him and pulled the covers over both of your bodies, scooting up close and pressing your back against his pillow.

"Good night."

Belphie whispered to you, instantly falling asleep with his arms wrapped around his pillow.

It took you a minute but you eventually fell asleep alongside him, Belphie's bed was softer than Beel's, it was definitely comforting to you.

~Smut warning~

A few hours later when you were deep in sleep, you slowly woke up to the bed slightly shifting a few times, you thought it was just because Belphie was rolling over but when it continued it made you fully wake up.

You rolled over to see what was happening and blushed deeply as you saw Belphie humping his pillow in his sleep, muffling soft moans into the cushion he was rubbing himself against.

You bit your bottom lip, reaching slowly and gripping the pillow he was moving against, moving the pillow out of his arms carefully so as to not awaken him, and rolling back over, covering your mouth as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, mistaking you for his pillow while he was still in deep slumber.

Belphie shifted and cupped one of his hands over one of your clothed breasts, the other just being wrapped around your waist, his crotch being hardened from arousal, it made you wonder what he was dreaming about.

He moved a little more and pressed his crotch between the small space in between your closed legs, making you open them a tiny bit in response and him press up more against you. His clothed cock curved up and pressed against your clothed clit and cunt just as he moved closer, making you muffle a soft moan into your hand.

Belphie rested his chin on your shoulder and buried his head into the crook of your neck, whimpering softly and starting to slowly grind between your legs, the friction making your pussy wet immediately as he moved his hips back and forth.

"Nn...~"

He moaned into your ear, the arm that was wrapped around your waist shifting down and moving into your pajama bottoms, pulling your underwear to the side of your pussy and pressing the tip of his middle finger against your soaking clit.

Your eyes widened in shock at Belphie's behavior, his grinding becoming more fluent as he pressed his clothed tip against your clothed entrances instead, twirling his middle finger against your clit in a circular motion and letting out more soft moans near your ear.

"N-ngh... s-so warm~"

Belphie moved his finger away from your clit suddenly, making you moan in a needy way, his hand moving and ripping off your pajama bottoms and underwear roughly, earning a gasp in response from you, his other hand moving underneath your pajama top and groping one of your bare mounds.

The same hand he used to take off your bottom half of clothing; moved to his crotch and untied his pajama pants, pulling them down and moving back forward to now press his bare curved cock up against your slick cunt, grinding his tip against you desperately now.

He moved his hand immediately back to your clit and twirled his middle finger faster against it than before, his tip sliding into your cunt slowly, making you shiver and bite your bottom lip again.

"N-need... more warmth..."

Belphie moaned, suddenly sliding himself completely inside your womb, curving up into the most sensitive spot inside you, and starting to move his hips back and forth, his movements less desperate than before as he felt your warm walls surround his thick cock.

He kept rubbing your clit, his eyes still shut which meant he was still asleep during all this, he truly slept through everything.

Belphie pulled you closer, making his tip press more into that sensitive spot inside you, almost resulting in you squirming, his movements were gentle and slow, and it drove you crazy.

"A-ah... mm~"

You arched your back, his breath grazing your skin, and his finger rubbing your clit faster, but his hips still moving at a slow yet gentle pace, making your orgasm build up slowly.

Belphie whimpered again into your ear, you felt his shaft twitch inside you, making you unintentionally tighten around his member, he moaned more desperately in response to this and pressed his lips against the crook of your neck, moving his hips a tiny bit quicker to match the pace of his fingers rubbing your clit.

"Ngh m-mph... S-so tight... mm."

Your clit twitched against his fingertips, coating his skin with your essence and suddenly releasing all over his cock without any control, pulsating intensely around his length and making him move a little quicker inside you, his fingers stopping their movements against your clit, not overstimulating you but due to you just climaxing it felt ten times better with him moving in and out of you.

"H-haAh~ Mm. I w-wanna cum... I-I need t-to- mMm!!" Belphie started begging in your ear as if he were awake enough to know what was happening but he was still indeed asleep at the moment.

"Please. Please- pl-please!~ M-mm... Y-Y/N~"

He gently pinched one of your nipples with the hand that was still cupped over your breast, his cock twitching again against that sensitive spot he kept hitting every time he moved.

"Pl-please m-may I? M-may I fill you u-up? N-nGh~"

You could tell he was on the edge of exploding inside of you, and it only turned you on all the more.

"Go ahead."

You whispered, hearing him whimper and feeling him move as fast as his hips possibly could go, suddenly enveloping your innards with his thick white sticky fluids, making him gasp awake and shake in absolute ecstasy, wrapping his arms tightly around you and thrusting one more time before stopping.

The both of you both caught your breaths, Belphie holding you while still shaking, his mind slowly coming back to reality and realizing what he just did in his slumber.

"Mm... Mm sowwy."

He murmured adorably into your ear, making you giggle faintly and shake your head, he slowly pulled out of you, and looped your underwear then pajama bottoms back onto your legs, pulling them up and making sure they were comfy on your body again.

Belphie moved and pulled up his own bottom half of clothing, then watched as you rolled over to meet his flustered face, still in slight shock that he did that to you without being awake.

"It's okay Belphie."

You whispered to him, feeling him sheepishly smile and wrap his arms back around you, planting a soft kiss against your lips and moving down to rest his head on your chest, nuzzling between the soft mounds that felt like pillows to him.

"Mm. You have such a calming heart beat..."

He whispered, his ear resting against your sternum as he listened to the peaceful thumps against your chest, glancing up at you sleepily and mumbling.

"Did... did it feel good?"

He blushed softly at his own question, making you smile and nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and trailing your fingers through his hair with one hand, answering him.

"It felt amazing."

The sleepy demon smiled again in a more dorky yet satisfied way, he was glad he could please you like that.

"Good."

He yawned softly like a sleepy cat, nuzzling his face between your mounds again and continuing to listen to your heart beat, whispering again before falling asleep again, this time with his face cuddling your breasts.

"Nighty night Y/N."

You relaxed and yawned after he did, nodding and planting a small kiss on his forehead before responding in a whisper again.

"Good night sleepyhead~"

He smiled at the nickname, the both of you cuddling each other all night.

Chapter 3 - End

(Thank you for reading!! Read the previous two chapters to understand the plot if you haven't already. I hope you enjoyed reading!!~)

[messysketchyobeyme]

Fanning the Flames

Satan/Reader

Summary:

Satan asks you an interesting, yet personal question.

He isn't sure if he wants to know the answer.

A/N:

I am obsessed with the daily chats in Nightbringer, especially Satan's "Surveying Potential Partners" 1-3. It's so cute.

I wanted to write a fic based on them. I hope you enjoy it. :)

(Nightbringer Spoilers)

Word Count: 1,084

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Satan's wrath was like a raging fire that burned within him, threatening to break out and destroy anything in its path. That fire followed him wherever he went, suffocating him until he could only feel blind rage.

Although Satan could never completely snuff that flame out, there were times when it'd subside to the point where he could breathe a little—those moments mainly happened when you were around. It was strange, but you were one of the only people unafraid of him whenever he flew into another one of his destructive rampages. You were always patient with him but firm, almost as though you had dealt with this sort of stuff before.

Either way, how you treated him filled him with a new emotion he had never felt before. It wasn't wrath nor the neutral sensation of being 'fine' that he had grown accustomed to. It was a feeling that made Satan long to be near you, think about you every day, and wonder when he’d see you again. He blamed it for forcing him to invite you to the House of Lamentation today.

Right now, you sat in the armchair across from him, drinking a hot cup of your favorite drink. A book laid in your lap. The library was quiet enough that Satan could hear the paper crinkle each time you turned a new page. He had a book and drink of his own, but he could hardly focus on them when you were right there. He tapped the cover of his book while he snuck a few glances your way. 

Before Satan could process what he was doing, he piped up, “Hypothetically speaking, if you could date one of us brothers, who would it be?”

You paused mid-page-turn, and Satan realized the gravity of what he had just said. He tried to hide his burning face behind his book, but that proved to be useless. Your laughter made him peek out to see that familiar smug expression plastered across your face.

“Does it have to be one of your brothers?” you asked, placing your mug and book on the side table.

Huh. You had been spending so much of your time at the House of Lamentation that he had assumed that you were romantically interested in at least one of them. Satan supposed that Simeon lived here, too, so you could be coming over to see him. Then again, you did live with Solomon, and your relationship with that sorcerer was a little…odd. 

You laughed again. Satan shook his head. “Please, don’t tease me like this,” he said.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said, covering up your mouth. You stopped laughing, your subsequent sentence coming off a little more serious. “Are you sure you can handle the answer to that question?”

Satan dug his fingers into his knees. “Yes.”

You sat up straight. “Alright, but can I give you a hint, instead? I’m a little shy.”

You didn’t sound particularly shy to him, but Satan knew that a hint was all he could take. He wasn’t sure if he could handle you saying a name out loud, especially if it was anything other than his name spilling out of your lips. 

"That's fine."

"Okay, let's see…" You tapped the bottom of your lips a couple of times. Satan had to look away. "Well, they're cute."

"That's not particularly descriptive."

"I suppose you're right," you said, "Let me think of another one."

Butterflies fluttered around anxiously in his stomach, and his head buzzed with anticipation. There was a real possibility that you didn't see Satan as a potential romantic partner at all. He wouldn't blame you if that were the case. Even Satan had to admit that his temper tantrums were a significant flaw on his part. Still, even the mere idea of you not liking him back made his heart ache terribly.

"Go on," he said, his leg bouncing up and down. He didn't want to rush you, but you were taking so long. 

"My, my, aren't you anxious?" 

"...A little," he admitted.

You smiled apologetically. "Fine, I'll stop teasing you." You moved to sit a little more comfortably. "Uh, the brother I would date is intelligent…"

So, that took away Mammon and maybe Beelzebub.

"...they're pretty outgoing, in my opinion…"

That left him, Asmodeus, and Lucifer.

Satan tensed up. This was so much worse than he thought it would be. So much worse. He was only a few seconds away from calling the whole thing off. 

"...I would say they are sophisticated when they want to be…"

That only left him and Lucifer.

Please, don't let it be Lucifer. Please, don't let it be Lucifer. Please don't let it be Lucifer. 

Satan was about to combust on the spot. The anxiety welled up in his chest, making it more and more difficult to think rationally. Was this how Leviathan felt all of the time?

"...and they're someone I like to spend time with." You looked him directly in the eye. Satan hoped that you didn't notice him jump. "Even when we're not actively doing anything, just being with them is enough to make me happy."

Satan stared at his hands. The fire inside of him burned with a higher intensity than he was used to, but it wasn't of the same wrath he had always felt. His skin was hot and his head tingled, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Quite the opposite.

"I–" Satan realized that he didn't know what to say. "Thank you. I feel quite relieved."

"Does that answer your question?" You smiled like you weren't the one responsible for his dangerously fast heartbeat. 

Satan chose his words carefully. "Yes, it does," he said quietly.

"Good," you replied, picking up your book and flipping to where you had left off, "I'm glad." 

Satan returned to his own book but still struggled to pay attention, now for an entirely different reason. Giddiness blossomed inside him, and it took everything in his power not to outwardly show it. Although it was only hypothetical, the fact that you would choose him to date out of the rest of his brothers made him feel warm and fuzzy. 

It was him, you would choose him. The weight of your words lifted his spirit, and he found solace in the fact that you saw something in him worth pursuing. As he tried to focus on his book, his mind danced with bliss, cherishing the knowledge that you, above all others, had chosen him.

[leviathans-watching]

of cats and crushes

day 4: human au, secrets

includes: satan & asmo

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: for @ombrotherlylove2023!!

Satan drops his bags on the couch with a sigh. His lectures today were really exhausting.

But, at least he got to see MC, his campus crush. And even got to lend them a pencil when they forgot theirs. 

Wishing he could grow a pair, Satan grimaces, then flops down onto the couch next to his things. It’s only a moment before Asmo pokes his head in, a slight glare crossing his features. 

“Could you try to keep it down? I’m trying to film a TikTok and all your huffing and puffing is getting picked up.” He squints. “Wait, why are you huffing and puffing? Did something happen?” 

“No,” Satan says quickly, defensively. Asmo’s brows raise. “Nothing happened. And that’s the problem,” he mutters. 

Asmo tilts his head, walking into the room and sitting on the couch's armrest, a move that’d only work for him. Crossing his arms, he waits for Satan to speak. 

Satan sighs again. 

“Oh, come on,” Asmo says, rolling his eyes. “Spit it out.” 

Satan squints. Can he really trust Asmo with something like this? While Satan’s not inexperienced, Asmo’s on a whole other level, something that’s a little bit humbling. Plus, it’s embarrassing to talk to your younger sibling about stuff like this!

Asmo’s face softens, and he pokes Satan in the side. “You can tell me. I’ll keep it a secret, okay? And this one time I guess I won’t make fun of you.” 

“Oh, thanks,” Satan replies sarcastically. “You’re really making me want to spill my heart.” 

“Heart?” 

Satan curses. Asmo’s too damn nosy and intuitive for his own good. “Fine. I…have a crush.”

Asmo gasps theatrically, and Satan scowls. Unfortunately, he’s one hundred percent serious. “A crush?” he echoes, eyes wide. “On who? Do I know them? Do they like you? Tell. Me. Everything.” 

“You know them,” Satan mutters, a bit embarrassed. “It’s MC, you know, the one who comes into the cat cafe a lot?” 

Asmo grins. “That MC? You mean, the one who always tips you like five dollars? The MC that you always put extra effort into the latte art for?” 

“Yes, that MC,” Satan responds. “But I’m pretty sure they don’t even know I exist.” 

“That’s so not true,” Asmo says quickly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “It makes sense now!” 

“What does?” 

“Well,” Asmo begins, putting his hand on Satan’s arm, “I hear from my friend Solomon, who’s friends with Simeon, who’s friends with MC, that MC’s got a wicked cat allergy but keeps aggravating it. Apparently, they won’t say why but I think I have an inkling…” 

“That really like cats?” Satan asks, and Asmo slaps him lightly. 

“No! I mean, it’s not the cats they like if you get my drift.”

Satan blushes. “Oh. Oh my god.”

“Exactly!” 

“You can’t say anything,” Satan says. “I’m serious. Nothing to Lucifer or anyone, and nothing to Solomon, since he’s obviously a gossip.” 

“Duh,” Asmo rolls his eyes, “I already told you I would keep it a secret. I’ll take it to my grave,” he swears solemnly, and Satan scoffs. 

“You better. And no harebrained matchmaking schemes either, okay? You can be seriously annoying with stuff like that.” 

“I can’t believe my own brother would say something so hurtful,” Asmo sniffs. “How could you?” 

Satan levels him with a look and Asmo drops the act quickly. 

“Fine, fine. But honestly, I wasn’t planning on it. It seems to me like my amazing and awesome skills aren’t needed in this case.”

“You’re annoying.” 

“Awww, I love you too, dear brother,” Asmo says, patting him on the shoulder. “Now, come help me with my TikTok.” 

“No, no way,” Satan argues. “You know I don’t do any of that social media shit.” 

“Oh, come on,” Asmo whines, standing and tugging on his arm. “I’m keeping your secret, aren’t I?” 

“So now you’re blackmailing me?” 

“I’d never do something like that.” Asmo gives his arm another tug, tone faux-innocent. 

“Right,” Satan says drily. “Look, I’m not helping and that’s final. Unless you want people to learn about the time I had to bring you pants because your skinny jeans ripped.” 

“You promised you’d never tell a soul!” Asmo accuses, and Satan cocks his head. 

“Yeah, funny how that works.” 

“Ugh, fine, I get your point,” Asmo groans. “Whatever. Just be quiet so I can film, then. And,” he adds after a moment of deliberation, “good luck with MC.”

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[miss-nandini]

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Summary: Never have you thought that you will have to use your shooting skills on someone you love.

Or, The AU where you are a shooting expert and you end up shooting Lucifer.

Genre: Heavy angst, Angst with a happy ending.

Let's jump in.

Solomon juat had to tell Satan about you being a shooting expert. It wasn't a lie. You were trained and back in the human realm, your job was to train the undercover soldiers. Shooting was nothing new for you. But that's something you didn't want to tell them. That's why the rifle was hidden with extra caution in your room. Solomon was the first to find out because you managed to slip up, then Mammon, because he has a thing for playing with your stuff without permission. Solomon told Satan and then, one by one, everyone found out except Lucifer. Everyone purposefully hid that from him, you know.

They arranged a day for you to show them your skills. You couldn't say no, of course. They were too persistent!!

You wished you haven't agreed.

Why did it come down to this...?

They were having too much fun watching you hit the targets perfectly. Sure, good for them. Everything was going so well... until Lucifer appeared—in his demon form. What happened? You will never know. His eyes were unfocused—full of rage for some reason. Even Diavolo couldn't tell what triggered him like that when Simeon told him about it first.

What happened after that was another unexpected thing. None of his brothers could stop him from being destructive. It was like they weren't even reaching through him. Whoever tried to stop him ended up getting thrown. They were scared and so were you.

You tried calling Diavolo and that's when he noticed you. Well, shit. The look on his face was screaming blood lust and destruction. You have heard about "Fight, Flight or Freeze." But, can you outrun an enraged demon? Not to mention it's Lucifer. So, fleeing was thrown out of the window. Which left you with two options. Either fight him to death or die without trying. You were screwd.

He stepped closer and that's when you did something unexpected. You didn't even realize it until the defraning sound of bullets reached your ears and blood splattered all over you. Blood...?

You gasped. The rifle was in your hands...

You looked up...

What you saw was enough to scar you for life.

The uranium bullets pierced in his whole body...

The look of shock, confusion and hurt in his eyes...

The others screaming in fear...

The sickening smell of blood...

He... He...!!

The world was spinning around you...

The next time you woke up, you heard about what happened. According to Diavolo, Lucifer, he touched a cursed thing with bare hands that manipulates your mind. That's what made him go berserk. He was under a trance. Your bullets are what woke him up. Your shots were lethal. It was pretty hard to patch him up. Hopefully, he is a demon. So, some bullets can't kill him.

Diavolo was impressed with your skills even though it angered him to see his friend like that. The brothers were on your side for some reason.

You felt so damn guilty. Lucifer is avoiding you. He has a very good reason to do so and you know that. But you had to talk to him. You have to apologize... Sure, it was for self-defense but still...

"Lucifer...?"

You didn't found him in his office. He didn't even join you guys for dinner. He wasn't with Diavolo and he wasn't anywhere else in the house either. Which left you with the obvious answer. His bedroom...

For a moment, he just stared at you with an unreadable gaze.

"What is it?"

"I-I'm sorry... I swear I didn't mean to d-do such a t-thing. I was just r-really scared a-and I don't even know... I'm so sorry. I could never—!!

You couldn't say it out loud. Your eyes were stinging.

"Are you saying you didn't didn't shoot me because you hate me?"

"Lucifer! I can never hate you!!"

You were pulled in his embrace. He really thought you hate him? No way! You can never!! Even if you did you would never do such a brutal thing as shooting him. You let yourself melt in his warm embrace. Why was he so forgiving at times like this...?

"Why didn't you tell me you can shoot that well?"

"Well...ummm... haha..."

"(Y/N)???"

"I swear it's not something fishy!!"

"Fine, whatever you say, dearest."

[technicolor-rhapsody]

Love Psalms; Their Attendant, a Brief Respite

A/N: no notable triggers. Just some fluff with a dash of angst. Takes place during Nightbringer

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It's become a normal thing for Lucifer to lose track of time in his newfound work. It's not unusual for him to labor through the night, nor would it be odd for him to experience a multitude of interruptions. However this night was different.

There were no squabbles to settle, no petty questions to entertain; no bargaining about rules or punishments. Absolute silence. And that is truly terrifying. For not only was there silence in the his office, there was a quietness throughout all the House of Lamentation.

That surely could not be a good omen.

He searches throughout the house for any sign of his brothers or the troublesome attendant. No one in the kitchen or planetarium. No peeps or answers when he pounded upon their doors. The living room and library were completely empty as well. Worry and anger start to take over while he envisions all the possibilities of trouble and chaos they've gotten into.

All of that disappears when he opens the door to the guest room. There in an almost puddle were his brothers and you. You were in the center with each demon brother trying to be near you in some way. Belphagor was by your head, sharing his pillow with you. Mammon was damn near ontop of you, holding onto your waist. Same was cuddled up to one side of you while Levi was on the other. Satan and Beel while on the outer ring of the amalgamation, found a way for each of them to hold one of your hands.

Lucifer merely stands there, staring at the sight before him. It's been a while since he's seen his brothers so peaceful. And you looked equally as tranquil, almost as if you belonged there with them. It's not something he would admit outloud but it was a touching sight. It reminds him very much of their time back in the Celestial Realm; laying in the fields of everlasting flowers, basking in the sunlight and having nothing but saccharine dreams.

Those times are gone now.

He sighs and carefully navigates around the room, grabbing a couple of blankets and covering up you and the sleeping demons.

It still puzzles him how quickly and easily his brothers could be so attached, so enamored with you. Besides the strange bit of magic you possessed there was truly nothing special about you. No noble birthline to speak of either. Mundane. Plain. A pain in the ass. And yet you managed to work your way into their hearts like maggot wriggles through fruit.

He supposes it doesn't matter so long as he at least kept you at arms length and you did your required duties. You may have them fooled but he won't let you in so easily. And if it came down to it, his brothers would come first; always.

Lucifer gives one last glance to the cuddle puddle before flicking the light off and leaving. As he walks back towards his study, he texts Solomon to let the sorcerer know you'll be staying the night in his household. A slumber party, as Asmo would say --- quite literally indeed.

There's a pang in his heart when he thinks back to the scene he just saw. How could something so sweet leave such a bitter after taste?

He knows why. Because of that he resigns himself to jump back into his paperwork. He takes a large gulp of the Demonus he poured earlier. He'll drown it all out. 

This is their life now. There's no changing that. What he can do is make sure they have what they need yet most importantly of all, protect them at all costs.

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Thirty-Three}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~4k CW: heavy allusion to past trauma, swearing, details of Lucifer's past aggression (including abuse toward Mammon and Mc in S1), details of Belphie's past aggression toward Storm & Lesson 16 spoilers, mentions of death, Depictions of violence, Low self-esteem in Vivi's part, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! A/n: sorry if it's a bit clunky. Trying to get back into writing after such a long break is hard lol. There's also probably lots of typos Series Masterlist

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Storm sighed, finally feeling less anxious after having such an intense cry. She rubbed her eyes and quickly swiped her sleeve against her nose to rid the mucus from her face. It still pained her heart to know that she had caused further harm to the place she had begun to consider more of a home to her than the human world, but the control of the situation was out of her hands. Solomon would find the answer. He had to. In the mean time, the only thought consuming her mind was: No more magic. That's what she could control.

She opened the door to the common room, nearly jumping out of her skin with a shriek when she was met the sudden appearance of Beelzebub, who's hand hovered above where the handle to the door once was.

"Jesus, Beel." Storm breathed heavily, placing a hand over her heart to calm it's rapid beating. "You scared the shit out of me."

Beel bowed sheepishly. "Sorry, Stormy. I was just coming to see if you and Vivi were ok... I heard what happened at RAD from one of my teammates."

"Oh, you did..?" Storm swallowed hard. "W-what did they say?"

Beel tilted his head slightly. "They said that you nearly ripped another demon's arm off after they attacked Vivi."

Storm dropped her gaze to the floor beyond where Beel was standing, the flashing image herself yanking that demon off of Vivi was a lot more brutal that she remembered. Perhaps borrowing Lucifer's strength was a bit over the top, but she didn't know what else to do. She definitely wouldn't have been able to just use her own strength, and she needed to be there for them- even if Vivi would have been able to handle it themself.

After a moment of pause, Beel cleared his throat. "Satan told me to go away when I went to check on Vivi...I tried to tell him I only wanted to see how they were doing, but he slammed the door in my face."

Storm shifted her eyes back up to meet his, noticing the dejected expression on his face. "I think they just need to be alone for a bit, Beelie. It's nothing against you."

"But...I heard how aggressive he was with them...and if they're hurt I want to help. Satan can't do it all by himself, and-"

"They're okay, Beel." Storm reassured, patting his forearm. "They weren't hurt physically...they just need some space to calm their mind."

Beel let out a sigh as the tension from his shoulders dropped slightly. "Okay...if you say so."

Storm nodded, thinking over how to help the 6th born feel like he was making a positive difference in this situation. "Hey...If you'd like to help, I have something I would really appreciate if you could do for me."

Beel's eyes lit up, he nodded eagerly, awaiting his assignment.

"Lucifer isn't feeling too well either today, and I was going to go sit with him for a bit, but I think it would be helpful if Malice and I went for a walk so I can ease my mind from today. Would you be able to watch over him while I'm gone?"

Beel smiled widely. "Of course I can. Anything to get you a break from all the work you're doing for us."

Storm chuckled, but expressed her gratitude. After instructing Beel to go check on Lucifer and let Malice out of the study, she readied herself in the main hall. She was thankful for Beel's help, allowing her some much needed time to herself to just breathe, without having to worry about caring for anyone else- even if it was just for an hour.

"Lucifer?"

Lucifer's ears perked up the moment the door to the private study creaked open, but his heart fell slightly when he heard Beel's voice call to him from beyond the door. "Yes, Beelzebub?"

"Can I come in?" Beel asked sheepishly as Malice rushed past his legs, hearing Storm whistle for him in the distance. After a single nod from Lucifer, he swiftly slipped into the room, shutting the door gently behind him.

"Where's Storm?"

Beel was taken aback by the pointed question, not realizing that Lucifer had clearly been waiting for her return. "Oh...She went to go on a walk."

A frown formed on Lucifer's face. "By herself..?"

"She needed some time to herself..." Beel bit his lip, fumbling with his large fingers. "...To think, probably."

"I see..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. At first Lucifer was disappointed, as he had wanted to have a conversation with her about the memory that had come back to him. After watching Beel for a moment though, he realized that one of the other individuals involved in the memory was standing right in front of him.

A thinly veiled tension hung in the air. Beelzebub continued to awkwardly stand near the door, unsure of what to do with himself. Lucifer shifted, presenting himself as more focused and determined.- He cleared his throat, catching Beel's attention.

"Beelzebub...May I talk to you about something?"

Beel swallowed uneasily, disconcerted by the absence of Lucifer's usual confident tone. "Y-yeah. What's the matter?"

Lucifer gestured to the armchair next to the couch. Beel scrambled quickly to take his seat, watching as Lucifer slowly sipped his tea. For a moment, neither of them spoke, as Lucifer tried to gather his thoughts.

"I'm not quite sure how to phrase this, so forgive me for being so candid..." He paused, taking a breath. "I believe I remembered something earlier that has been troubling me. Has there ever been instances in which I brought serious harm to any of you?"

Beel was taken aback by the question. He looked to the ceiling, shifting his jaw as he thought about the question. "Well, sure. I mean, It wasn't uncommon for you to punish Mammon in some pretty brutal ways. I think I remember him saying you'd whipped him a couple times or something a long time ago, but He doesn't talk about that stuff so much..."

Lucifer's eyes widened slightly. A feeling of shame washed over him as he nervously tapped his tea cup. This was not what he expected to hear.

"...A few centuries ago though, you just started stringing him up from the ceiling, and that seemed to stick as his go-to punishment from what I can tell, but I don't really think that hurts him at all." Beel paused, shifting his eyes toward Lucifer. He seemed to have receded further into the couch, as if trying to make himself smaller. "As for the rest of us...Well, you locked Belphie in the attic for almost 8 months, and I remember using chains to hold Satan down after we fell from the celestial realm because if you didn't he'd keep trying to destroy everything...I don't think the anything other than that has been all that serious though."

Lucifer nodded sheepishly. "I'd still like to hear about it."

Beel was again taken aback by the request. He scratched the back of his neck as he continued listing things that had happened in the past. Each instance sliced through Lucifer's heart like a fine paper cut, causing him to feel more ashamed than the last. Though, nothing that was listed seemed to match the memory he experienced a few hours prior. After a few minutes of listening to the 6th born ramble, he interrupted him.

"What about Storm?" He stated flatly, catching Beel in the middle of a word. "Have I ever hurt her?"

As if a switch had been flicked, Beel's eyes widened in sudden understanding. After a brief moment, the excitement of realizing what Lucifer was getting at faded as the memory came back to him in full. He turned his head away, wincing at the recollection.

Lucifer watched his face intently, noticing the drop in his features after the initial epiphany. He knew the answer to his question, but he needed confirmation- needed details. And he needed to know if anything else like that had happened before.

"Beelzebub..." he pleaded, leaning forward intently. "Please, tell me what happened."

"Well...Last year during the exchange program, Luke- uh, the small angel- had wanted to stay here for awhile without you knowing. I think he had run away from Simeon- the other angel- after he made him upset or something. So...we kept him in my room." He paused, scratching his head. "Well, he was only here for a couple days, and somehow he found his way down into the tombs below the house, and you found him there and just sort of...lost it, I guess."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. "Why would I grow so angry over something like that?"

"Oh, right..." Beel shook his head. "Sorry, I forgot you don't really know much about...anything...Anyway, the tombs is where we kept Lilith's Grimoire- the book that represents her soul, and he took it. He wasn't planning on keeping it, but you weren't willing to hear him out. You just started yelling and threatening to kill him...I think you were convinced Michael sent him on a mission to mess with you."

Lucifer leaned back, somewhat understanding the scene Beelzebub had laid out for him. "And then what happened?"

"If I remember right, Me, Mammon, and Satan were with you and tried holding you back, but you wouldn't listen...and when I started protecting Luke you started threatening me...so we hoped maybe you'd listen to Storm, since you had started getting to know her a bit better, and she seemed to be able to get you to calm down during other times where you were angry before that...but..." Beel winced before dropping his eyes to the floor, also seemingly feeling shameful about what had happened. "It was a bad idea. We should have just called Barbatos right away."

Lucifer felt tears well behind his eyes. "What did I do?"

Beel shrugged, staying silent for a moment and refusing to look at him.

"What I remember..." Lucifer breathed deeply, trying to prevent himself from crying. "...is that she stood between me, and you and the small angel, telling me she wasn't going to let me hurt either of you, despite me giving her a choice."

There was a pause, before Beel gave a single nod. "You didn't like her standing up to you like that...So..."

They both stared at the floor in silence, Lucifer's memory of casting the frail human aside like a rag-doll repeating in his head. Though, after initially using his magic to throw her against the wall, he did not recall what happened beyond that.

"How badly did I hurt her?"

"I think she had a concussion and a sprained wrist." Beel tried to remember, tensing his jaw tightly as if to concentrate. "She had some cuts and bruises too."

"And what of you and Luke?"

"He dropped the Grimoire and ran before you could turn back to us. I think you were so focused on Storm that you-" Beel shrugged, trying to put himself in Lucifer's place. "-I guess...kinda forgot about what you were even mad about in the first place."

Lucifer put himself back into the memory, remember the terror that coursed through him as he stared the small redhead down. Even after casting her aside, the terror was still present. He pondered for a moment, thinking that perhaps he hadn't misplaced the anger, but developed a new fear all together- that being that Storm posed a bigger threat to his family than the angel. He wasn't quite sure why he had viewed her in such a light- the only glimmer of insight being what Beelzebub had shared with him about the Grimoire. If the angel had in fact intended on stealing it, wouldn't that be a slight against them?

"Anyways..." Beel continued with a sigh, his voice pulling Lucifer out of his thoughts, "You were ready to use your magic to cause her some pretty serious harm when Diavolo and Barbatos came and stopped you. It took quite some time before you weren't angry any more, but it seemed like you and Storm talked it out and were back to normal after a few weeks."

"I don't understand..." Lucifer shook his head, trying to comprehend why Storm would ever forgive him. "Surely this has still been troubling to her, has it not?"

Beel shrugged. "I mean, it's not the worse she's been through here."

"What do you mean by that?" Lucifer's eyes widened, his attention now fully on the second youngest. "Has someone else harmed her?"

"uh..." Beel swallowed, trying to force the images of Storm's nearly dead and bloodied body, desperately gasping for air in Mammon's arms out of his head.

"Beelzebub..." Lucifer pressed a hand to his knee, panic seeping through his expression. "What happened?"

Beelzebub shook his head, taking a shuddering breath. "I can't...I don't think I can talk about it right now."

Lucifer's expression softened, though inside he still felt panic at the idea that Storm had been hurt worse by another than by what he had done. They sat in an awkward silence, unsure of how to move the conversation on from here. Instead, they merely awaited Storm's arrival home to hopefully ease the tension that now hung thick like a fog around them.

"Annnnnnd...There." Asmo smiled triumphantly, stepping aside from the bathroom mirror. He stood proudly behind Vivi as they stared at their reflection, unsure of what to think of what they saw staring back at them. The haphazardly cut hairs were now cut to a mostly even length, with a few purposefully longer strands in the front to help frame her face. The person staring back at them from the mirror was them...they knew that it was, of course. But something about the difference in the way their hair shaped their face that made the reflection seem distorted.

While they appreciated the fact that Satan didn't make any sort of remarks about their choppy hair cut, their mind raced with the horrible things he was probably thinking about them. After all, they figured being a more masculine individual maybe wasn't the most attractive thing to the 4th born, especially considering how proper he usually presented himself, and the types of individuals he socialized with. They felt as if their long, well-kept locks were the only thing that made her decent, and allowed them to stand in comparison against someone like Storm or Sarah...and now that it was gone, she felt as if she had no redeeming qualities.

And after he called Asmo in to fix the haircut they had given themselves, their anxiety was only made worse.

Satan gave a small smile as he caught Vivi's eye in the mirror. In reality, He had no real opinion on the fact that their hair was now short, other than that the impulsive action was very jarring. If anything, he figured having Asmo alter her hair so it wasn't as uneven would make her feel better about the situation, and he'd by lying if he said the hair cut didn't look completely beautiful on them. However, as he noticed the glossy sheen return to Vivi's eyes in the mirror, he began to second guess his decision.

"Well?! Don't keep me waiting! Tell me what you think!" Asmo giggled, pressing his hands on Vivi's shoulders.

She screeched, nearly flinging herself off of the stool Satan had dragged upstairs from the kitchen. Vivi turned to face Asmo, huffing aggressively. Satan and Asmo blinked at them, not sure of what to say in response to their clear distaste in their hair. Before either of them could open their mouths, Vivi stormed out of the bathroom and made their way to their own room, slamming the door behind them.

Asmo sighed, plopping down on the stool. "I did what you said! I tried to make it look more punk and less pixie. Why didn't they like it?"

Satan rolled his eyes. "It's not about you. At least, I don't think it is. They're just dealing with some stuff right now."

He pouted, crossing his arms and kicking a tuft of hair with his foot.

"If it makes you feel any better, I thought it looked nice." Satan murmured, a slight dust of pink spreading over his ears.

Asmo glanced up, smirking at him. "I wouldn't have expect you two to end up liking each other. It's cute though."

"Huh?" Satan blinked at him, confused as to where he got the idea that the two of them were together. Satan hadn't breathed a word of their pact to anyone, and he doubted Vivi would have said anything. Besides, it's not like they had established that they were dating or anything, despite the fact that he very much wanted that to happen.

"You and Vivi." Asmo shrugged, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he checked his nails for chips. "I mean, I guess if you wanted to go for cliches, you guys do have a lot in common. I just didn't realize you were into being pushed around, hehe."

The blush immediately spread Satan's whole face, making his head look reminiscent to a tomato. Without another word, he quickly paced out of the bathroom to go comfort Vivi. Just as he exited the bathroom, he slammed into Storm, who was also on her way to Vivi's room. In his discombobulated state, he almost didn't notice she was carrying a tray of tea, which had crashed to the ground.

"Shit!" he shouted, frantically trying to help Storm off the floor. "I'm so sorry!"

Storm shook her head, accepting his help. "Oh, that's alright...I was just bringing this to Vivi and-"

"I'll take care of it! She's in her room." Satan hurriedly gathered the ceramic, hiding his face away from Storm.

She cocked her head to the side, noting the redness of his cheeks refracting off the shards in his hands. "Are you oka-"

"I'm fine!" He snapped, dumping the pieces on the tray and scurrying down the hall. Just before he rounded the corner, he shouted back: "Just go make sure Vi's okay!"

Storm blinked in confusion, trying to process what had just happened. Finally, she shook her head in defeat and approached Vivi's bedroom door.

"Vivi, It's Storm." She called, rapping gently on the dark wooden door. "Can I come in?"

There was a pause, followed by an overly hoarse "Go away" from the other side of the door.

Storm frowned. Vivi and Satan had separated themselves from the others all day, even skipping dinner. When she heard Satan's plans to have Asmo cut their hair more evenly, she wanted to do her best to remind Vivi that she cared for her and wanted them around. Based on what she could gather from Satan's flustered state and Vivi's refusal to accept company, it did not appear to have gone well.

"Vivi, I just want to talk for a minute if thats-"

"I said GO AWAY fire crotch!" They hissed, not even allowing Storm to finish her statement. Before Storm could try to argue, loud punk music began blasting from the other side of the door. Clearly, Vivi had made her intentions on being left alone clear. With a sigh, Storm sent her a quick text.

Storm: I know you don't want to talk to me right now, but I want you to know that I'm here whenever you're ready to talk. Storm: I'll be checking on you every so often. Please tell me if you need anything.

Storm sighed, putting her phone back into her pocket. Just as she turned around, Satan appeared back behind her, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Sorry." He cleared his throat. "I came back up to see if Vivi let you in. No luck?"

Storm shook her head, her brow furrowing with concern. "No. I'll come check on her again soon. It seems like she wants to be left alone right now."

Satan shrugged. "They won't get rid of me that easy."

She chuckled in response. "I'm surprised she hasn't tried to kill you yet. You're persistence is sometimes very annoying, you know?"

"Maybe. But it got me this close to her in the first place, didn't it?" He smirked. "Besides, you're pretty damn persistent yourself, Red."

They shared a small laugh before a silence fell between the two of them. Storm rubbed her arm nervously, trying to decide what to do next. She had yet to really spend any meaningful time with Lucifer since returning from her walk, but she felt odd leaving Vivi alone. As if lost in thought, she failed to notice Satan's shift in demeanor as he moved to hug her, startling her once again.

"Listen, Storm..." He muttered, "Thank you for all you've done for Vivi. I'm pissed at myself that I wasn't there to beat the hell out of that demon myself, but I'm glad you were. Frankly, I didn't know you had that ability in you."

Storm frowned, pulling back from his embrace. "I'm h-horrified that I managed to do that with so little thought. I don't think I've ever hurt someone like that before..." She looked away, anxiety clear in the way her fingers began pulling at the ends of her hair. "I know I did it to protect Vivi, but I can't help feeling as if it was the wrong decision...especially when I shouldn't be using magic in the first place, and-"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Red." Satan shook his head, squeezing her shoulder with one hand. "Trust me on that."

Storm smiled wearily. "Thank you..."

"All I wanted to say was that I appreciate you, and I know Vi does too." He continued tilting his head toward Vivi's room as he spoke. "I have a pact with them now, and it's because of my connection with you that I felt content enough to allow them in too." He paused, smiling faintly to himself. "You've changed me a lot. I'm not sure how I would have interacted with them if you didn't come first. I'm sure there would have been a lot of shit for Lucifer to clean up."

"I'm sure there would have been," She chuckled.

Stan glanced to the floor, a slight blush returning to his features. "Even if our pact is severed, I want you to know that you'll still be special to me. And you don't have to have a pact with any of us for your place her to still be important...I think Vivi's a good example of that."

Storm smiled warmly. "Thank you, Satan. That means a lot."

"Yeah..." Satan smiled back, lifting his gaze momentarily. "By the way, I saw Mammon trying to convince Lucifer to give him his credit card as I was running to the kitchen. Maybe you should do something about that."

"Oh..." Storm paused for a moment before a smirk curled onto her lips. "It's funny how your worry about your older brother comes out in the most nuanced ways- It's like you thought I wouldn't notice."

Satan's smile turned to a frown, and a pink hue became plastered to his cheeks. "I don't give a shit about him!"

Storm giggled and rolled her eyes, turning to go down to the kitchen. "Right...Right..."

Satan sneered as she walked away, turning back toward Vivi's bedroom. From the distance, Storm could barely hear him murmuring to her from the other side. She wasn't sure if Vivi was going to be able to hear him at such a low volume, but clearly he was speaking lowly intentionally. The only thing Storm could make out was the word "kitten" before she began descending the stairs.

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

Its 3:30 am but my heart rate is SPEEDIN cause i just woke up from a dream where the devs dropped an animated trailer for an upcoming chapter and there was one shot with a female character and everyone was frantically trying to figure out who she was. Is this supposed to be a generic MC? If so why would they choose to make them look like that after carefully keeping MC gender neutral for the majority of the game? Is this Lilith? Is this Sarah? Is this an entirely new character? Who could be imortant enough to be given a full-body design and be in an animated trailer?? Was it significant that she was seen with Solomon and Satan specifically? Wow rip some alternate universe obey me fandom that i just visited in my dream theyre really goin thru it

[nanawritesit]

Obey Me! Characters As Types of Couples You’d Be

A/N: No one requested this 🙃 But I couldn’t stop thinking about it while I was working at the coffee shop all day so here you go :)

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon

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Lucifer: The Old Married Couple

You two are the extremely established couple. Anyone who knows of your existence knows you’ve been together FOREVER

You have a perfect morning routine together that involves helping each other get dressed and cooking breakfast, and you guys get out the door on time every morning.

Everyone laughs at you for your duality. One minute you’ll be intensely arguing over who has to do the dishes, and the next you’re cuddling up to one another and kissing

You guys get on each other’s nerves a LOT

But you’ll always be each other’s rocks. At the end of the day, coming home and seeing him gives you so much comfort.

You can’t keep any secrets from each other, and why would you want to anyway? There’s nothing about you that he wouldn’t love

You’ll support each other through anything, and no matter what life throws at you, you always make it work ❤️

Mammon: The “Ride or Die” Couple

You’re the “most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse” pair.

Like if any of your friends could bring a couple to a back alley fight, they’d pick you.

You’re practically inseparable. Every time someone sees one of you, the other is soon seen tagging along behind them.

“Partners in crime” is your nickname from the brothers 💀

You always go on missions together, fiercely protecting one another against your enemies. You’d take a bullet for him any day and he’d do the same for you!

And it’s not just in physical fights either. If anyone ever dares to talk shit about you in front of him, he will tear them to shreds. Similarly, all the brothers know not to tease Mammon too much around you.

Leviathan: The Anti-Social Couple

People won’t see or hear from you for DAYS.

In fact if it weren’t for your couple twitch streams, they might assume you were dead 😀

Your friends know that if you aren’t given at least two weeks prior notice, you won’t be showing up to an event.

And early mornings? Yeah forget it. You two won’t untangle yourselves from each others’ arms until at least noon.

Which leads to a lot of late night anime marathons or gaming sessions! Dinners consist of ramune sodas and cup noodles, followed by a dessert of snack cakes.

You’ll go back and forth between hyperfixating on the same franchise, and not speaking to each other while on your own separate devices. Each cycle lasts about three hours.

Satan: The Smart Couple

You two are constantly fighting for the top spots in your classes.

To the innocent stranger, you could be mistaken as enemies. You engaged in heated debates, and often had different points of view.

But during study hall, people would find you curled up on a couch in the library with you in his lap as you both read your books.

On the rare occasion that you agreed on something, you were an unstoppable team against the opposing side. You’d eat them alive and leave zero crumbs.

Despite the debating, you guys are always proud of each other. He cheers the loudest when you’re awarded top exchange student at an assembly, and you’re practically his campaign manager when he runs for class representative.

Cute study dates where you wind up collapsed on top of him on the floor, books and coffee cups strewn everywhere <3

Lucifer comes in and covers you both with a blanket 🥺😭

Asmodeus: The Aesthetic Couple

You’re each others’ official photographers. If someone looked through your phones, they’d be full of well shot pictures of the two of you both together and solo.

You guys at the mall, you eating ice cream, him at the book store, you guys at the coffee shop…

And of course each photo shoot goes straight to devil gram. You’re practically an influencer couple, and everyone ships you so hard.

You guys took some spicy pics in lingerie together and they went VIRAL 🔥

Every time you go literally anywhere, random strangers will come up to you and tell you you’re the most beautiful couple they’ve ever seen

Most people didn’t know which one of you they were more jealous of, sometimes leading to them beginning to question their sexuality 💀

You have the same sense of style and always have the coolest outfits. At every event, you always look the best, and everyone is constantly raving about it afterwards.

Stealing each other’s clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and bags is completely normal. What’s Asmo’s is yours and what’s yours is Asmo’s 🥰

Beelzebub: The Cuddly Couple

Also known as the “PDA couple.”

You guys HAVE to be touching in some way at all times! Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hand in your back pocket, your arm around his waist… if you’re in the same room, you’re practically attached at the hip.

You can never seem to be close enough to him when cuddling. Even if your noses are touching, he’s gripping onto you tightly and telling you to get closer.

You guys love feeding each other, much to the annoyance of the brothers

You sitting on his lap is his favorite form of non-sexual intimacy. He just loves how small you are compared to him, straddling his lap like a koala with your little legs dangling off the chair. He’ll play with your hair and tuck your head into the crook of his neck, smiling down at you affectionately.

Leaving the house without giving each other a kiss is practically sacrilege 😌

You have sickeningly cute food-themed nicknames for each other. Cupcake, honey bunch, sweetie pie, love muffin, cookie…

Belphegor: The Rebellious Couple

You two are always either plotting or executing some sort of diabolical scheme.

You plan the best pranks, and they get talked about for years afterwards. No one else could ever top them

As a result, a lot of your dates happen when you’re both grounded to the attic as punishment.

It was honestly stupid of Lucifer to consider a night trapped in the same dark room full of nothing but cozy blankets as a punishment. You didn’t need anything to entertain you when you had each other.

You’d make the world’s coolest blanket fort and hold each other close in it all night, foreheads pressed together as you talked for hours between kisses

You two never get in trouble without the other though, because that would mean you get punished separately :(

Feeding off of each others’ chaotic energy in class and annoying the teacher until you both get sent off to detention

Running away from Lucifer together, laughing and holding hands as he chases after you

Diavolo: The Power Couple

The two of you together are truly fit for royalty. All his subjects agreed that you were the rightful rulers of the Devildom.

You were a symbol of peace and love, making everyone feel safe and cared for

You always attended charity events together, making speeches and bonding with demons who needed help

You two throw the BEST parties. Your ballroom outfits are the envy of all, and everyone can’t help but swoon at the sight of you dancing the night away 🥰

You guys do interviews together, smiling at each other as you discuss your relationship with the public

Shielding each other from paparazzi, nonchalantly striding past them holding hands

“MC and Diavolo” becomes the new standard by which all other iconic couples are held.

Your fairytale wedding was the most watched program in the history of the Devildom ❤️

Barbatos: The Dependable Couple

If anyone has a job that needs to be done right, they’ll come to the two of you first.

The two of you just take care of everyone so well in addition to running the Demon Lord’s Castle.

You often tag-teamed as the brothers’ therapists. Barb would comfort Mammon while making dinner, and you would give Satan advice while doing the dishes, then you would both take a trip to Purgatory Hall to help Simeon and Solomon with a spell

Time-traveling together ❤️

You guys don’t get a lot of privacy and have been caught getting intimate by Diavolo a few times 💀 He’s also innocently interrupted your dates, not realizing how big of a third wheel he was being.

You started planning how to find the young lord a partner of his own so he’d leave you alone. And you figured you might as well get the brothers into relationships as well while you were at it.

Simeon: The Romantic Couple

Everyone thought you were the perfect couple, and they honestly weren’t that far from the truth.

You guys dominated practically every love language: writing each other poems, having regular date nights, making passionate love, helping each other with chores and school, buying each other cute little gifts…

You take spontaneous trips to the celestial realm and everyone there freaks out upon your arrival 🥺

Romantic picnic dates in the flower gardens by a pond, with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries… putting flowers in each other’s hair and lying next to each other in the grass ☺️

Every once in a while, if the weather was hot, he’d convince you to come for a swim with him in the pond. Your clothes would be left on the bank as you laughed and splashed at each other, floating out to the middle and holding onto each other, foreheads pressed together with your hair dripping wet

He actually wrote a new romance novel inspired by you, and it becomes one of history’s most beloved love stories ❤️

Solomon: The Mysterious Couple

No one ever seemed to know what you guys were up to. You were extremely private about your relationship.

You guys walked everywhere together, but hardly ever engaged in PDA. You never felt the need to, because what went on behind closed doors was enough for both of you.

You were the closest thing this world had to soulmates, being so connected to each other’s hearts… the kind of love that transcends thousands of years

Working on your magic together, going on missions and adventures to acquire mystic elements and uncover ancient secrets ✨

Everyone knows when you two are close because they can smell a strong aroma of herbs and smoke

People aren’t 100% sure whether or not they can trust you… you’re both so charismatic and charming, but at the same time there’s this suspicious air of mischief that you both seem to feed off of

You guys really don’t even care what others think of you… the only thing you care about in life is loving each other for all eternity

[leviathism]

hello I see u enjoy writing cuddles and I enjoy reading them SO,,, may I request an mc and demon bro cuddle pile? Mc probably dragged them all into a big blanket pile together and they stayed like that for the night,,, nice n cozy,,, (only if youd like to and have the time of course)

gender neutral reader & god tier request

Today had probably been the third to complete worst week of your life in the Devildom.

You had failed two quizzes, drank a potion some demon accidentally gave to you thinking it was a different one (you would have died had it not been for Solomon), then you spilled coffee all over your white shirt you borrowed from Belphie, and finally, you fell down the stairs at the House of Lamentation.

You had no idea how you were still alive.

So, you had to take matters into your own hands. It was never good to end a day on a bad note.

You texted Lucifer that the library was on fire again for the third time that day and then texted the rest to meet you in your room.

You fluffed up your pillows and pulled out your spare blankets, taking in a deep breath. It’d be the only few you’d get for the night. Being crushed by demons was not an easy job.

Quickly, you had six demons in your room, all crowding around you excitedly. It wasn’t often they were invited to spend the night in your room, but they usually showed up either way.

“C’mon, chop, chop!” You pointed at your bed, tiredly yawning. You could not wait to dissolve into the warm mass of sleeping demons.

Everyone in the room jumped when your door slammed open.

“The library is not on fire.” Lucifer’s accusatory voice made everyone in the room freeze up out of habit.

“My bad.” You grinned sheepishly. “I must’ve saw Beel’s hair and just assumed the worst… But now that you’re here, why don’t you stay?”

Lucifer rose an eyebrow and you suddenly noticed the rising voices of angry demons. You resisted the urge to turn around, already knowing what they were fighting about.

“Let’s rock paper scissors for who gets to sleep next to them!” Asmodeus shrieked, pulling out real scissors. Lucifer quickly intervened.

It was a brutal fight of rock paper scissors (human version, the one without real objects) and was closely monitored by Lucifer. Only a few would get the chance to sleep next to you.

The top two winners: Leviathan & Mammon.

Leviathan had melded himself into your side, a leg threw over your waist and his head hidden in your neck. It was suspiciously warm.

Mammon was on your other side, chin propped up on your shoulder to glare at Leviathan’s leg on you.

Satan, one of those to lose first, was on the other side of Mammon, closest to the edge. He had the lamp on with a small book in his hands. He looked content as one could with his spot.

Belphegor was in between your legs, a place he had barely won in a content with Asmodeus. He was laying on his stomach with the side of his face laying on your stomach. He looked perfectly content.

Asmodeus clung to one of your legs, sullen. But when you looked at him his expression lightened and he smiled sweetly at you, mumbling out a tired hello. He rested his head on your thigh.

Your head was in Lucifer’s lap right next to Beel whose head also rested on one of Lucifer’s legs. Lucifer traced his fingers over your face and it was quickly putting you to sleep. You nuzzled your face into his thigh, taking advantage of one of the times he wouldn’t shy away from obvious physical attention.

“Aren’t some of you jealous?” You felt conceited to ask that, but also guilty some of them weren’t as close as they had liked.

“I can always sleep with you one on one another day,” Beelzebub muttered sleepily with agreement from Satan. Mammon growled viciously before there was a yelp of a pain and laughter from Satan.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

I have no title for this

A/N: I am continuing this, also sorry if any of the characters are ooc.

Mammon sighed, dragging his hand down his face as he replayed what happened earlier.

The faces of his so called brothers when he announced he disowned and hated was something he never imagined, then again he never imaged he would say anything like that either.

He was in the castle’s gardens, the perfect place to get away from the scene he caused. Normally, Lucifer would have threaten a punishment when they get home-

He inhaled deeply, reminding himself he doesn’t live with them anymore.

“Mammon?”

He peeked through his fingers, MC stood there sporting a worried look on their face.

“I ain’t apologizing to them, if that’s what yer thinking.” He leered, bringing his hand down to glare at the human. 

“I wasn’t going to.” The demon huffed.

“So what is it?” The human sighed and sat next to him.

“I just wanted to make sure your okay."  

"Well I’m okay, so go back to the party. I’m pretty sure the brothers are probably looking for you.”

MC winced at how he said brothers, especially when it didn’t include him. 

“I doubt it, Solomon and Simeon are comforting Asmo and Belphie. Luke is calming down Levi and the rest of them seemed to be in a daze. Especially Lucifer.”

Huh? So Mr. stick-stuck-in-my-ass had nothing to say to him? Good.

“Mammon..”

“Hmm?”

“You…you’ll staying in Purgatory Hall permanently?” It wasn’t a question. They knew his decision they just wanted confirmation.

“Yeah. He answered. "I will.”

“I’m finally free from the bullying and feel appreciated. Plus, Simeon handles me better than Lucifer.”

MC hums at that part, it was true. Ever since Mammon stayed in Purgatory hall he’s been improving a lot, his grades were decent and he started to steal less cause Luke would tend to scold him but never like his brothers.

“I…I really don’t want to forgive them. After the fall they had so much anger within them that I was afraid they’ll kill each other, I thought being the the family punching bag was good way to release their anger and I thought it would be temporary.”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“Well that was a fucking mistake.”

MC frowned heavily and wondered if it was better for the boys to take their anger on each other.

“I finally have the guts to stand my ground after giving them eons of second chances.”

His face contorts into determination.

“I ain’t the family butt monkey anymore. If they want my forgiveness then they better forget it, I’m sick of their shit. The only good things ever since the fall was was you. If I’ve known this was how I would be treated, I would left a long time ago.”

Silenced

It took a while but the words finally sunk in Mammon’s brain and his face burned. MC smiled.

“O-Oi! What’s with that face?!”

“Oh, nothing~”

“Then stop smiling!”

MC giggled and brought him in hug, he stiffen from the contact but slowly returned it.

Yeah. being stuck listening how much his brothers thinks his worthless was horrible but it was worth it to meet his favorite human.

“You better visit me every chance you get.”

“Of course, Great Mammon.”

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Solomon rubbed circles on Asmo’s back as he sobbed while Simeon patted Belphie’s head as the demon silently cried on his chest. 

Lord Diavolo managed to do damage control and had Barbatos guide them to a guest room once they sorted through their emotions. But it might take a while, seeing how much emotional damage Mammon cause them.

Luke managed to get Levi to calm down and right now he’s curled into a fetal position in the corner of the room, Satan was sitting on the bed with a wistful look in his eyes, as if recalling something. Beel was next to him, he had a despondent expression on his face.

Simeon glanced to the oldest in the far side of the room, Lucifer’s back was turn from them but he can see the tension in his shoulders.

He can tell he was most affected by this.

Simeon frowned, he knew what direction the brothers' treatment of Mammon lead, if he knew that it was this bad he would have stepped in and tried to mediate it.

But the damage is done.

"I failed him."

Huh?

It was barely above a whisper, but Simeon still heard it. Lucifer’s shoulders were shaking, but his back was still facing them.

“I failed him…WE failed him.”

“You all failed him a long time ago”

The brothers flinched and Solomon and Simeon gave the little angel a pointed look, now was not the time for criticism. Luke just glared back.

“What? It’s the truth.”

“Luke.” Simeon warned. “Now is not the time for that.”

“Simeon, you heard what Mammon said. They abused enough to make him finally hate them, and honestly it’s long over due and well deserved.”

Asmo sobbed harder at that, Belphie hugged Simeon tighter.

“Can…Can we fix this?”

Out of all the brothers, Beel felt the most shame, he was the protector of the family and a family man, he loved them all so much. Now his family was crumbling before his eyes because he didn't step in more and let Mammon know he is loved.

Solomon bit his lower lip before answering.

"I'm...Not entirely sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Levi finally sat up and glared at the sorcerer. Solomon sighed.

"From his choice of words and how heated they are, there is a low chance of Mammon talking to any of you, much less forgive you."

Silence engulfed the room once more, sans the fourth and seventh borns' sobs.

"Well, then we have to keep trying until he's willing to hear us." Satan finally spoke up after long period of silence. His lips were formed in a thin line but the remained steady contact with the angel and sorcerer.

"That's...That's right." Asmo sniffed, wiping his eyes.

"Asmo...." Solomon started but the demon continued.

"I love Mammon, I really do." The champagne haired male confessed. "I just get jealous of his attention, that's why I'm mean to him."

"Then tell it to his face." Luke snapped, with a heated glare.

"Should we plan first?" Belphie's voice was quiet but still audible for them.

Finally, Lucifer faced the others. His eyes were red and bit wet. This is the first time some of them saw Lucifer like this. For his brothers however it was the second time, the first was the death of Lilith.

"I refuse to lose another sibling."

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For the past two weeks, the brothers did everything they can to Mammon to talk to them. Unfortunately, Mammon avoided them even more after what transpired in the party, making them use more drastic matters for his attention.

For one, paying his debts from the witches. The witches themselves were surprised, but accepted it. Satan and Asmo thought it was the end of it until they overheard them saying they still plan to use Mammon and exploit him due to how worthless he is.

They were soon made an example to other witches if they ever want to mess with their older brother, not unless they wish to be teared from the inside too.

They asked Simeon on how Mammon reacted when he heard about his debt paid to them.

“He was surprised but suspicious.”

Okay, that was understandable.

When asked he wanted to talk to them, Simeon just gave them a sad look

Looks like they have to go to plan B.

Mammon ran his fingers through his hair. Just are those guys planning?

When he heard that not only they paid his debt but killed the witches, he was relieved but remembered it was them.

Just why would they do that? He asked for their helped before, even confiding them about the abuse. But they all brushed him aside and told him he deserved it, truthfully he did but it still hurt how callous they were.

So why now?

Gah! It’s all confusing to him.

Turning a corner, he felt hands on him and dragging him inside a room

“What the fuck!”

He turned to his kidnappers, it was his former brothers. He scowled.

“What do you want?”

They sans Lucifer flinched at his tone which internally satisfied him.

No one spoke, they just shifted around glancing at each other, Mammon scoffed and turned around to go.

“Wait!” Beel’s frantic plea made him stop, he slowly turned back to them, arms crossed.

“Make it quick.” That seemed to calm them down.

“Mammon.” Satan started.

Of course, go with the one who’s best at words.

“We…We want to apologize for our treatment towards you-“

“Way too late for that.” The second born snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously. That earned him another flinch from them.

“We know that, we just want to at least try to earn it.” Asmo confessed.

“Well, none of you deserve it.”

That shocked them all, even Lucifer.

“But me and Satan went to the witches and paid your debt and got rid of them too…”

“And that’s enough for me to forgive the centuries of abuse I went through?” He sneered.

“Well…” Asmo shrunk.

“I told ya about how they treated me, but you all brushed me off and said I deserved it. Sure it was true, but could have at least comfort me instead of making it worse.”

No said anything.

“I am tired of being the only one who has to be punished for my sins! Does Satan get punished for being angry? No! What about Beel? Does he get punished and strung up for eating almost everything? No!”

The said demons flinched at remarks, mostly because it was true.

“I’m the only one who gets punished for acting on my sin! I tried to rein it but every time I do you all just wait for me to mess up!”

Mammon panted hard, each one of their faces in varying degrees of shock. But he wasn’t done.

He turned his attention to Satan, who flinched at his gaze.

“I was the only one who took care of you while everyone else was too busy with their own problems. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead.”

The blonde swallowed thickly at the revelation, and judging from everyone else, it was the truth.

“Mammon, look you have every right to be pissed at is, but w-we’re really sorry.” Levi gulped when his older brother’s eyes were at him.

“This whole sorry thing is a joke, not of you are sorry. Yer all just guilty, you don’t care about my feelings, only your guilty conscience.”

“That’s not true!” Belphie denied.

“W-we do love you, y-yes I feel guilty. B-but that’s because I-I love you.” He stammered as tears began to flow in his eyes.

Mammon want to comfort him but he had to remained firm.

“Mammon.” Lucifer began. “What we have done to you terrible, but we are willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

Mammon almost faltered at that.

Almost.

“I remember you used to promise me you would protect me, Lucifer.”

Confusion was apparent in their faces, he continued.

“You promised you’d protect me from any danger, but guess what? You lied.”

This stunned everyone. Mammon continued.

“All you do is bring me pain, be it physical, emotional or mental. Following was a mistake.”

That shocked them, especially Lucifer.

“Ever since the Fall, I had keep out family afloat while your too busy kissing Diavolo’s ass. I had to be the the punching bag to keep everyone happy.”

“But you didn’t need to be that!” Beel cried, now close to crying.

It was Mammon’s turn to be silent.

“Your right, I didn’t have to a punching bag.”

They glanced at each other in hope. But that was quickly dashed.

“I should have just let you guys kill each other.”

Those words made their blood froze, even more when Mammon glared at them coldly.

“I allowed myself to be the family punching bag cause you all needed let some anger out or you turn to each other. I did that cause I loved you, but I guess that the wrong choice.”

“After all, it would less of a hassle for me in the future.”

By now everyone was nearly in tears.

Turning around, Mammon opened the door.

“Wh-where are you going?”

He didn’t know whose voice is that, he didn’t care.

“To my real family.”

He slammed the door, refusing to listed to their calls to come back.

Mammon can feel the tears run down his face but he wiped them away.

Hate me, just hate me already.

A/N: here ya go. Sorry if this wasn’t what any of you wanted. If you want to do a different ending, go ahead and reblog.

@rainiishowers

[amaya-writes]

hi! how are you?

for the event (congrats 👏 ✨️), may i ask for some hcs of asmo x reader + victorian au?

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: I went with hcs because I just had too many ideas and knew this would be too long as a drabble.

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Asmodeus (obey me), mentions the others

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The first time you meet Asmodeus it's at a ball surrounded by high society's finest.

You don't really belong there. That much is clear from your cotton ballgown embroidered with the briefest of lace.

The delicate piece might have been considered fine fashion to those of the upper middle class, but to the rich and spoiled it was but a nightgown in contrast to their fine silk gowns.

Yet somehow, it was that very thing that drew Asmodeus to you.

If he was being honest, you were but another docile town girl for him to prey on. Just another conquest to chase after until his urges were satisfied.

But you weren't just another conquest. You were smarter than them, stronger too. They might have held the status and power, but you were the one with the brains and skill.

Socialites had always just been a game to him; fancy little gems he could collect in his coat pocket and disclose to the world as he pleased. They were gossip, they were mayhem. They were power in the only form Asmodeus would ever want.

Unlike Mammon, he had no interest in chasing riches and emptying their pockets before the night would end. He didn't want the status Lucifer and Satan worked so hard to maintain and was far too social to be the family recluse.

Wordly acclaim like food and astrology wasn't quite up his alley either.

Asmodeus wanted more but at the same time, his conquests seemed futile to those like Solomon who stuck along with him for the basket of secrets he was known to carry.

After all, if you got along with enough people, you start hearing a lot of things you shouldn't. Doing a lot of things you shouldn't.

But you weren't like that. No, you were just so pure, so innocent and wide-eyed like a doe stumbling upon a gathering of lions.

You were fresh blood in a society known for being plagued with the same lineages for centuries, and Asmodeus was keen to taste everything you had to offer.

He was quick to strike up an arrangement that night; he would be your guide through upper society as you navigate the ups and downs of being a hopeful peasant looking to run a successful business. And you would be his for the taking.

You would be his eyes and ears, his hands and feet, you would do things even an aristocrat as scandalous as he couldn't get away with.

You would get him intel on those he couldn't approach on his own and do both the small and big tasks he didn't quite care for.

Your relationship had always been one of benefits. Yet somehow Asmodeus had never anticipated it would turn to more.

Suddenly he found himself dropping by your office even on the days he didn't need to. He went from trying to keep your affiliations a secret for the shadows to escorting you to balls and stealing soft kisses with claims of needing to make someone jealous.

Suddenly, Asmodeus didn't just want to be your inside man, he wanted to be your man. He wanted to explore more than just the fine crevices of your mind.

The only thing you cared about was your work. That much was clear with the way Asmodeus had to all but drag you with him to balls and social gatherings.

But try as you might you couldn't hide the way you were enthralled by him. Who could blame you when the most eligible bachelor on your side of the planet was the object of your affection?

Falling for him was inevitable, but it was your persistence in denying your emotions that was the real problem.

Others would have been driven away by the chase, but to the spoiled socialite known for getting what he wanted, there was nothing more enthralling than being able to lure you in.

It was a game that he wanted, and it was a game he would get.