#stares at the diavolo wip

[lovewithoutagony]

Gentle Hands & Sapphire Scales Chapter 4 WIP

Simeon still remembers the expression a certain siren wore on his face when Simeon handed him his custom made jewelry.

"W-Woah.. What's this?" The siren with peculiar orange eyes looks up at him in surprise and barely concealed wonder.

" It's a seashell jewellery. And it's made especially for you, Leviathan." Simeon answers with a smile.

The siren named Leviathan looks down at the necklace.

Simeon didn't lie. The seashells and corals adorned are an assortment of Leviathan's favourite colours. There are also a few of his favourite corals, too. It's really well made, and he honestly doesn't know where or how he gets the required materials to make them.

Trying to hold his embarrassment in, he sputters, " Hmph. You know I don't wear jewellery. What am I supposed to do with this?"

The smile on the brunette's face brightens as he answers, "I know. And you can do whatever you want with it. As long as it is forever associated with me, I'd be happy."

Afterwards, despite him outwardly stated that he doesn't like jewellery, nor did he act happy to receive it, Simeon found out that he stored it in a well kept box, and that he almost beat his brother really badly for touching that box without permission. Without the eldest's intervention, it would've ended in quite the gruesome fight.

The memory lulls him into a sweet feeling of nostalgia, and a pleasant warmth of comfort.

But it's only a moment before the water currents swept away that feeling.

Reminding him of the coldness that sticks with him, wherever he goes.

Once again, he stares down at the jewelleries in hand, eyes boring into them as the memories of him associated with the jewelleries along with the people he loved, coils tightly around him akin to a snake intending him to die.

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" Chef, there's a special request. A VIP customer wants you to prepare his dishes," An order chit is being handed to him, and at the same time Barbatos feels his headache getting stronger.

Green eyes scan through the chit. He notes three appetizer dishes, and two of the hardest main dish to prepare.

Sancerre-Poached Scallops, Creamed Spelt Abalone, Lobster and Cornish Crab Bisque, Sous Vide Octopus and Lobster Thermidor.

What a lovely combo.

Barbatos scoffs.

His pounding headache, his overwhelmed senses and his lack of sleep keeps him still in place for a few moments, worrying the waiter in front of him. Although instantly, he snaps his head back up, folds the order chit into his pocket, and informs the waiter with a levelled voice,

" Tell them to wait a little longer than the standard time." Without waiting for the waiter's response, and forgetting to say his thanks, he makes a beeline to begin preparing the dishes.

Diavolo had explicitly stated to him that he doesn't have to accept these special requests. After all, their utmost priority is to serve their perfected dish in time to the customers' table.

Diavolo had also told him to let other cooks handle the special requests to save time and Barbatos' sanity.

But Barbatos couldn't afford that.

He fears the consequences of upsetting the VIPs, for he knows they have the power to turn Diavolo's business upside down.

And he couldn't afford to risk that. Not when Diavolo had helped him with so much.

So he swallows every exhaustion in his being, takes a deep breath, and just gets into it.

The chef begins with searing the scallops, steaming the abalone and the lobster, before finally handling a freshly killed octopus onto a huge chopping board.

His green eyes bore into the dead octopus in his hand.

He wonders how it would feel to be free of worldly burdens and matters.

The Takohiki is clutched tightly in his hand.

With a scowl on his face, he chops down a tentacle with the force of all his frustrations.

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Working on the 4th chapter and reallyyy thrilled to share it with you guys soon

So I dropped a sneak peak ;)

This chapter will focus more on their daily lives as well as what's buried beneath. So there's no simebarb interaction in this one, sorry!!

Have a nice one~

[malleusdraconiasbf]

Overdue Guest (WIP)

In front of the cracked mirror, Satan's reflection peered back at him, tears welling in his eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish himself from that man.

He spent hours studying every intricate feature his face had to offer. He wanted to know what made others see Lucifer in him and change it all, every single feature that resembled the embodiment of pride. Though the longer he stared into his own eyes, the more frustrated he became. To avoid that, he started avoiding eye contact with his own reflection.

At last his emerald green eyes shift to his pair of raven black wings. After the fall they lost their original grace. A symbol once for purity and endless devotion now tainted with sin and rebellion. Wings that were once worn with pride, became a reason for humiliation.

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Mornings in the Devildom weren’t much different from nights. This was a place the sun couldn’t reach, engulfed in eternal darkness.

Satan hated mornings, not because he had a hard time waking up. Rather because he had to partake in eating breakfast with the others. His relationship with his "brothers" was a complicated one. One Satan himself didn’t understand completely. But he didn’t mind his brothers spending time without him, telling stories of when he wasn’t around and enjoying each others company without him. Because after all, he has always found solace in being alone. Or at least that is what he convinced himself of.

Satan finds himself often replacing social interactions with books. Whenever he read, he felt like he was apart of something. Something that wasn’t told in a biased way. He gets to witness what the characters go through and why they interact the way they do. He can’t say the same for his brothers.

So when the blonde finally reached the door to the dining room. He hesitated to open the door before reminding himself he will get to reward himself by locking himself in the library afterwards.

With a soft creak, he opened the door. The sound of laughter and conversation reaches his ears. The others were already there.

„Satan where have you been? Have you slept well, you look exhausted!“ Asmodeus looked at him, concern spread all across his face. Without an answer, Satan plops himself down onto his unassigned assigned seat next to Asmo. “I’m fine.” He answers bluntly, trying to fix his messy blond hair so it didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed. “Did you stay up late to read again?” Asmo accuses before immediately going into one of his lectures about beauty.

Satan didn’t pay him much attention , instead he was focused on why the seat across him was empty. Everyone else was here but him. “Where is Lucifer?” he asks confused. “He left, he said something about an emergency at Diavolo’s or something.” Mammon replied before immediately returning to arguing with Levi.

[leviathanswingman]

have a few lines of my current WIPs so I can hold myself accountable 

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“If I’m not mistaken, you just did that thing you always do. You pushed something back.”

Lucifer straightened his back and stared Simeon down. “Now why would I do something like that?” he asked, his voice cold and distant. There was something in his expression that made Simeon want to dig deeper.

♥

Father Morgenstern grabbed Lucifer's face with one hand, roughly wrenching it to the side, exposing Lucifer’s neck. He put his thumb over the marks, digging his finger into the still healing wound. “You disgust me.”

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Diavolo patted down his suit pocket. Where once had been his pristine leather wallet was now nothing but emptiness. He smiled. So he’d been correct. He'd just been mugged.

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Diavolo crossed his arms and shrugged. “It's not like anything happened.” He threw Lucifer an almost pleading look. 

Lucifer raised his eyebrows. “So do I simply misremember plucking you off the forest floor half dead then? Was that just my imagination?”

Barbatos’ head whipped around to Diavolo. “Young Master!”

[monsterkissed]

😈✨⛔👀🤲(for this one if u just wanna repost that dio snippet i don't even mind i WILL reread it)✅

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

any time that an innocuous statement early in the fic is actually referencing something dramatic that you could only catch in a reread is precious to me. the whole "burying" conversation in itwan should count because yes it was plot-important but also yes i did know Exactly what i was doing the entire time. i wrote deliberately and with intent to harm.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

it is above average!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

i think i sent you the furthest i ever got with "diavolo tries to actually be honest for once in his entire life, rapidly descends into an existential hellscape" but other than that... generally i don't scrap stuff i start. if something exists long enough to make it to print then it'll probably get finished Eventually.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i can't actually think of a wip i have not already gushed about with you specifically to excess... there is a foomes fic i rly want to write just as soon as i figure out an outline more concrete than "foomes tho" does that count??

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

every time i read them i see some turn of phrase or wording and i think "god i must have used that 7000 times by now i must look like such a hack" but i do not know if this is just the brain bees.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

i cannot remember if i have shared this bit from the doc known only as "role2wap" yet

Trish loves her father, she thinks. On good days it’s not even a difficult thing to do.

On good days he’s usually in bed until late in the morning, so she gets up and makes her breakfast alone, gets washed, dressed, and checks through the windows for unfamiliar vehicles before he gets up. If she hears this, that is a good sign. If the creaks and thumps of his bedroom floor are slow, tentative, as if he is trying to muffle the sound, then it will not be a good day. She might not even see him until early evening, if at all.

If it is a good day he will come downstairs, only taking a moment to glance around the corners to check that it is her before entering the kitchen, and sometimes even making eye contact when she says “Good morning.” If it is a very good day, he might even smile when he answers. 

After breakfast and, sometimes, a stilted conversation, he will leave. Either upstairs to the office he keeps locked, or out of the house entirely, to wherever it is he goes when he has a job to do. Even he doesn’t know, sometimes, he told her once, staring at her right shoulder and tapping his ragged nails on the side of his coffee cup. He just keeps walking or driving until he gets his call from the Boss. His mouth twitched up in a little smile at the word, and she was glad that he wasn’t looking her in the face. 

Her father is the Boss of Passione’s second-in-command, and he is almost unbearably proud of this. In the course of his job he has committed theft, blackmail, fraud, arson, assault in a wide variety of forms, and murder. Those are just the ones Trish knows about, the ones he will admit to in the course of conversation or the things she can intuit when she does the laundry. She has not asked about any other things he may have done because she does not want to know the answer. She has not asked if he will do these things again, if ordered to, because she already knows the answer.

So she makes him breakfast and does not ask. Sometimes he makes his own, with a little prompting and encouragement, and she does try to encourage him. She can’t avoid the laundry, though. His first attempt at that task ruined half of the clothes she had brought from home, and seeing the pretty, delicate things that her mother had bought for her stained and shrunk and tattered was a punch to the gut she had thought herself long past. He had offered to replace them, at least, but she couldn’t even begin to explain that he couldn’t replace the fact that these are the ones her mother touched and saw her in and looked after for her. 

Her father is almost juvenile in his ineptitude at household chores, approaching even simple tasks with a lack of confidence and sometimes outright confusion that, combined with how unlived-in all the furniture seems, has given her some suspicions about his lifestyle prior to her introduction. There are so many things that he simply does not seem to know how to do. 

One of those things is “be a father” and both of them are well aware of this. After the laundry incident Trish had retreated up to her room for the rest of the day, curled up in her bed sniffling and squeezing her hands into fists and wondering, with increasing bitterness, why he didn’t at least knock and ask if she was alright. If even that was too much to ask, in this nightmare she had been swept up into. 

When, in the early hours of the morning she awoke, still in bed but no longer able to ignore her body’s increasing list of demands, she opened her door to find him sleeping in front of it. From the number of mugs and snack wrappers scattered around him he had been there for some time. When the morning came proper he was up early, explaining between yawns that he would be leaving earlier than usual, to make extra time for some work the previous day that the Boss had had to reschedule at the last minute.

“Afterwards,” he’d said, not making eye contact, “I thought that… I could take you out. Shopping.” And she had felt a little lightness in her chest, because she knew even then that her father cannot stand busy highstreets, hates being in enclosed spaces with other human beings most of all, and outside of his missions avoids it at any cost. 

So she’d nodded, and his eyes even flashed to hers for an instant as he smiled (twitchy, uncertain) and began pulling on his coat. 

“Good. I can’t promise a precise time, but… late afternoon, possibly.”

“That’ll be fine. Thank you. It’ll… It’ll be nice.”

He’d smiled again, making her wonder if it might not be alright after all, until he said, “The Boss suggested it. He even offered me an advance, so we can get you anything you desire. This afternoon, then?”

She’d agreed, probably, or made some neutral sound at least, something that had masked the way her thoughts had turned cold when he’d spoken. Of course he would do it, if the Boss ordered it. He’d take her shopping if the Boss said it was a good idea, perhaps even watch over her room at night when she’d been upset, if the Boss suggested that he should. He’d do anything that man told him to do.

He’d love his daughter, if the Boss told him to do it.

[kellofbones]

Null's WIP Writing Thingies Story 1:

And just a reminder these are mostly unfinished. Some if these ideas I think I'll pick up again because they're almost always things I really did like/found interesting, but for whatever life or mental health reasons just gave up on. I could go into the story behind several of these stories, but I'll do that another time.

ANYWAYS without further ado,

♤ The King's Staff ♤

Satan x OC, Male OC/MC, Magic, also featuring Solomon and Lucifer. Originally written 4/22/22

The Wizard Solomon had encountered many strange items amongst his travels but none so puzzling as this had he yet discovered until now. There upon the eldest demon brother’s desk lay a long wooden staff with a serpentine design coiled around the upper half, ending with a faintly glowing iridescent gem held within the mouth of a dragon. He felt a strong sense of deja vu, but he had no way to place it.. It could by all means be a possession of the demon lord himself, but there it sat in the House of Lamentation with no one ever batting an eye before this day. Strange how it never caught his eye before yet here and now he stood fiddling his cold hands as he ignored whatever the eldest demon brother was saying. Of course, the keen-eyed Lucifer stopped within seconds of Solomon’s distraction.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Solomon?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head with a raised brow.

“Actually,” Solomon said, pulling his eyes away finally, “Do you have any books about old magical items?” He asked, walking over to the desk as he lightly brushed his fingers over the metal scales wrapped around the wood. “I’ve never seen anything like this before, yet strangely I feel as though I should know it..” 

“I’ve had Satan scour his library. He hasn’t come back-” Before Lucifer could finish, the door opened. There stood the blonde fourth born demon with a book in hand. He walked over to the desk and set the book down, opened to a specific page, pointing to the familiar illustration. 

“Is that it?” He asked, looking over the staff curiously. “It’s a little different in the illustration, but..” Solomon took the book in his hands as his eyes scanned the words written in an old language. “.. I think so. Why is half the text missing?”

“You tell me. That's all I can find on this staff.”

“Odd.” Solomon said softly. He narrowed his eyes as he read what little text there was.

The Staff of Kings

This staff is said to be the one wielded by the sorcerer.. lf is.. the only thing left after his historic, city-destroying battle... become the royal sorcerer, however Minvon stopped him before... d be brought to fruition... The.. imself claimed it as a beautiful piece to hol...

“Huh..” Solomon muttered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make out what little he could. “Staff of Kings.. Why is that familiar?” 

Satan raised a brow. “I know that story. Sort of, anyway. It was wielded by some evil sorcerer called.. Ah, what was his name..?” He put a hand to his chin.

“Cedric Morgan.”

“Yea!” Satan exclaimed. “Wait, have you heard of it too?” Satan asked, tilting his head. 

“I knew his rival.” Solomon said, staring darkly at the staff. “The staff should be destroyed. It should have been long ago, but for whatever reason, Sir Selvyne refused.” He looked away, crossing his arms. “That man was nothing but a curse I’ve heard.” 

With a huff, Lucifer tilted his head as he looked closer at the staff. “It’s very well made. I can see it being a great conversation starter as a decoration.”

“How did you even come upon such an evil item?” 

“Lord Diavolo gifted it to me once. He believed it as I did, a lovely decoration. I hadn’t really had the time to put it up but..” He shuffled. “I took a look at it this morning and felt..” He furrowed his brows, leaning in a bit closer. “Something’s..”

Solomon’s eyes widened as he quickly grabbed hold of the staff. “Don’t. It’s like a sickness, burrowing into your mind. I’ve seen men go insane over this thing.” He said, holding it sideways. “If it’s so evil why did no one ever destroy it?” Satan walked over, staring closely at the staff. “It’s nothing special, aside from maybe the gem in the middle-”

“Don’t touch that!” Solomon yelled. “The sorcerer told me never to touch the gem. It would cause irreparable harm!” The blonde huffed. “I’m a demon, Solomon. I don’t know about men, but I can probably handle whatever it is..” 

“Satan, I really don’t think-” 

“Hush it.” The blonde said, snatching the staff. “Gems are the power, so if we remove it then the staff itself can still work as a fancy walking stick..” His fingers wrapped around the gem ever so gently. Then everything went white.

Satan stood, wide eyed as he stared down at his hand unaware of the papers and items now flying over the room, and Solomon frozen as if he’d been paused. 

Lucifer quickly glanced around. “Satan..” He mumbled. “What..?” 

Satan closed his eyes. He could feel something coursing through him, a voice talking ever so faintly. “You..” He mumbled. “Want to be free..” 

Lucifer quickly stood only to find his movements slowed heavily. “Satan..!” He called out, widening his eyes. “Wait-!”

Satan’s eyes shot open. “Cedric.” He said, turning to Lucifer. “He’s alive.”

“.. given what Solomon said, we should notify Lord Diavolo right away if-”

“Lies.” 

“What?”

“They’re lies.” Satan said, looking down at the gem, and the snake with a dragon’s head which had come to life. “The sorcerer was.. Wrong.” 

“How do you know he’s-”

Satan gripped the end of the snake’s tail, which stuck in the middle of the staff where the gem once was. “I’ll let you ask him yourself.” He said, ripping the creature off of the wooden frame. 

The resulting shockwave caused the office to become even more of a mess. Satan opened his eyes, noticing a pile of books upon his back. He groaned, pulling himself up slowly. Lucifer had fallen over his desk, and with all that blood in his head from the position he felt dizzy just lifting himself up. 

“Satan..” Lucifer muttered, glancing around. “Are you alright…?”

Solomon shot up from the floor, shuffling back urgently against the wall at the sight before him. Satan pulled himself up more, looking to that same spot, as Lucifer finally spotted it. 

There in the middle of the floor, with the gem of the staff now shining brightly, a rather skinny man lay. His hand twitched.

“No..” Solomon mumbled, glaring at Satan. “What.. What did you do..?!” 

Satan blinked, watching the man’s head slowly rise to face him. Red eyes stared toward him half asleep, before they opened wide. He scrambled up to his knees, moving up and using both hands to grasp one of the demon’s.

“You..” He spoke, though his voice had a hoarseness to it. “You freed me.. I..” He lowered his head, shaking. “Thank you..” He choked on a sob, covering his mouth as he lowered down even more.

He was elvish in appearance with the characteristic pointy ears, his skin light with a pink undertone. His silver hair was tied back into braids, with silver rings separating the braids from the loose hair. He wore a tattered linen shirt and long tan pants with no shoes.. He looked almost like a homeless man with his sunken, gaunt fearures.

Solomon raised to his feet, taking the staff off the ground and holding it away from the elf. He narrowed his eyes.

“You.” He said, his voice lowering. “You have some nerve deceiving a demon to release you from your...” He paused. “Wait.. you were in there?” 

The elf lifted his head, turning to Solomon. “My staff.. I was trapped.” He said, moving backward. “I..” He gulped. Satan could feel the shivering worsen, only then noticing just how skinny this elf was. He wrapped his hand around the elf’s, pulling them both to their feet. 

“.. Cedric, right?” To which the elf nodded. Satan stepped in between him and Solomon.

“May I have the staff back?”

“I’m not letting it go back into that fiend’s hands.” Solomon retorted. 

“He’s no fiend.” Satan lowered his head. “I don’t know exactly what it was but when I touched that gem I connected with him. I could.. Feel him, if that makes any sense. He was imprisoned, Solomon.” 

“That doesn’t change anything!”

“Why would Sir Selvyne never say such a thing? If you or any of his colleagues knew, they would have destroyed it to remove all traces of him, right?”

Cedric blinked, looking to Solomon with narrowed eyes. “You knew Minvon?”

Solomon scoffed. “I worked with him, yes. He told me all about you and your horrible plans.”

“I don’t recognize you at all..” Cedric sighed. “Of course.. He’d tell the story that I’m the bad one..”

“What story?” Solomon raised a brow. 

“Minvon Selvyne was a liar and a cheat.”

“How dare you..!” Solomon shoved the tip of the staff into the elf's chest, knocking him back. Satan quickly shoved the sorcerer back, yanking the staff out of his hands. ".. Lucifer, get your brother under control. Now." Solomon growled. The eldest brother glanced between the two and shook his head. 

"Satan." He said calmly. "I don't know what exactly has been told to you but given we know Solomon better, I'd recommend we trust his-"

"Absolutely not." The blonde demon shoved the staff into Cedric's arms. Cedric blinked, confused, and picked up the gem from the floor. He sighed. 

"Here." Cedric said quietly, handing both items back to Solomon. "You can hold these until you feel comfortable returning them. I'm.. out of practice, anyhow." He said quietly, crossing his arms. "We need to tell Lord Diavolo." Lucifer said. 

Satan turned to Cedric with softer eyes. "Are you okay?" Cedric nodded. "Just.. hungry. The staff left me in a sort of.. stasis. I was there, mostly, but I never got hungry or tired. All I could do was read." He chuckled softly. "I got lucky with the books, I guess. They would change every few months. I have a.. bit of an idea of how the world has changed." 

~ end ~

Author Notes:

Honestly, if I were to revisit this I would definitely rewrite it. As of right now I can say I dont have a full grasp on Solomon as a character and I really do try not to mischaracterize these guys, or any canon characters that I write. It's why I tend to stick to my own characters, honestly.

I feel I could better describe the connection that Satan shares with Cedric given it feels a little bit too.. rushed? I guess. I do want to do a proper story with Cedric as he is another oc of mine whom I really enjoy the story I've made for him so far.

Can you believe I got it from a home mod for Skyrim?

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hey! Anyone want a wip I will probably never finish, but it's too long to just never post? Take it and know I had plans but my dumb brain said 'no'.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Diavolo, F!MC

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), AU, yandere, blood, murder, demon summoning, very demonic Diavolo,

Summary: You were supposed to be the sacrifice, but now you have no idea what's happening...

Word Count: 2314

You should have been terrified of the darkness, of the eyes that peered at you through the shadows just beyond the circle in which you'd been spread out like a starfish and bound so tightly the ropes pulled at your joints. Maybe you were just too tired to be afraid or maybe you didn’t care what was about to happen to you; life was a series of disappointments and tragedies and it seemed it would laugh at you one last time before it kicked you to the curb.

You pulled at the ropes that kept you in place, secured by one of those many hooded figures that now lied scattered around the floor in a puddle of their own viscera and fluids you didn’t even want to think about. It smelled almost as disgusting as it looked, but the sight of someone’s head completely detached from shoulders won out in the disturbing factor.

The hulking figure framed by shadows stalked closer to you, blood dripping from his clawed fingers and monstrous fangs glistening in the light of a distant candle that was flickering its last. If there was one good thing about this situation, it was that whatever that thing was had started with everyone else so you could enjoy watching them be torn to shreds; they deserved it. Now, however, it seemed to be your turn to feel those claws and terrible teeth tear through you like wet paper. 

You closed your eyes and braced for the inevitable as that thing kneeled down beside your head, golden eyes focused solely on you. You only caught a glimpse of it before you shut out the world around you; inhumanly long limbs and too many eyes across its body to count; movements that jittered like a bird trying to keep its eye on a fox darting from here to there and bones that creaked with each twitch; black horns stained red at the base and four black wings so large that they looked as if they could swallow up the sky; black fur covered his body is all places but the red hair that ran from its head to down his spine; all the while it jingled with each motion as the golden jewelry hanging off it clattered and clanged.

Time seemed to freeze as you waited for death to claim you, but nothing came. Nothing aside from the feeling of one of your strained arms finally being able to relax as something above you snapped. You slowly blinked your eyes open, glancing upward to where the creature hovered over the other rope and swiped at it with its claw to break the binding before moving down to your legs to do the same.

Once you were free, the creature stared at you, still kneeling down as it jittered and creaked. Its hands reached toward you, placing claws against your cheeks with a kind of gentleness you could not imagine; as if you were ancient porcelain.

It opened its mouth slowly, fangs clashing together as it tried to speak in a voice so deep you felt it reverberate in your chest, “You… called…”

You laid completely motionless as its hands ventured lower, running small tears in the fabric of your clothing as it went.

"I… came…" Its main set of eyes stayed transfixed on you, but the others darted in every which way to look at the bodies scattered about, "They're… gone…"

Your throat felt dry as words refused to come, but his hands still wandered as if it was looking for something.

"Where… is... it…"

"Where is... what?" You finally manage to ask, the panic making you dizzy and brazen.

Each of his eyes focused on you again, head snapping to the side as if confused by your question, "I came… answered you… you keep me… here… I claim you…" 

You pushed your feet against the ground, trying to slide out from under the creature. The fear and shock in your eyes drew it in, making it examine and follow you more closely.

"You're… afraid…"

You didn't know what to do aside from nod and affirm its statement.

"I won't… harm you…" It reached out its bloody claw and you shirked away. It looked so hurt by your reaction.

It was only natural that prey be afraid of its predator, but the creature hadn't shown you a single shred of hostility since it arrived. If anything, it was going out of its way to be gentle with you. 

"One year… I give… you…" It drew closer yet again, this time letting its long, thick tongue roll out of its mouth and taking kitten licks at your cheek as you sat motionless in panic, "We are one… I… wait…"

Then, it stood upright in its entirety so you could see that its knees were backward as it stalked closer to one of the bodies that still lay in puddles of gore on the floor. One large, clawed hand stabbed into the torso of one of the robed figures and came out holding onto a squishy, dark red lump of meat which it proceeded to bring to its mouth. You turned away before you could see what happened next, scurrying to your feet and running as fast as you could up the stairs and through the winding corridors of the building you were in. There were moments where you thought you'd be trapped forever as you found hallways that went around in circles, but you eventually found the exit.

You cursed your luck, not knowing where you were going and having had your cellphone, wallet, and keys taken by those creeps before they'd tied you to the ground. Getting home was going to be a nightmare and a half, plus it was late so most places were going to be closed by now. Maybe you could walk into a police station and pretend to be drunk enough that they'd offer to call someone for you. Or maybe they'd stick you in a holding cell until morning so you could at least sleep indoors.

Damn. This was so inconvenient that you almost wished that weird sacrifice had gone right. At least if it had you wouldn't have to worry about work tomorrow.

---

"So, how did it go?"

You looked up from your computer at the bubbly face staring down at you. A woman with an auburn messy bun and glasses so thick they hid her olive eyes stared down over the wall of the cubicle. She wore a catlike grin as she awaited your answer.

"How did what go?"

She rolled her eyes, "Your date, Silly. It was last night, right?"

That was a hard one to answer, considering what you'd been through since leaving work the previous day. You weren't exactly sure how to tell her that your boyfriend of three months turned out to be part of some crazy cult and tried to sacrifice you to a demon -- which were real, by the way! -- only for him and all of his buddies to be ripped apart by the very thing they were trying to summon.

"We broke up," was probably the most succinct way to put it.

"What? No! He sounded like such a good catch."

"Yeah, well," you shrugged without finishing the statement.

A sane person probably wouldn't have gone into work after something like that, but you needed to make a living and you didn't get paid time off as a data monkey. You just had to get through the day and deal with last night during your break. There were credit cards to cancel, phones to buy, and locksmiths to call. Thank goodness when you got out you'd found a bar still open after stumbling around long enough and asked (read: begged) very nicely to phone a friend for a lift; even more thanks that they didn't pry too deep when they saw the state you were in and let you crash on their couch. Solomon was good people. Although, he did say you smelled like smoke, which seemed rude given what you'd just been through. Not that he knew that, but still.

"Sorry. Maybe next time," she finally said.

"Maybe." Though, you really didn't plan on there being a next time after what you'd just been through. No more dating for you; nothing aside from the kind that required batteries.

"Let's go out tonight. Celebrate being single again."

"Can't. Need to do some other things tonight." Like pass out in your bed and debate if this was real life.

"Fiiiiiine, but tomorrow then."

"Sure. Tomorrow." Maybe by then you would build up the energy to actually keep up with her and not be a complete shell of a person. Although, you weren't sure how you were supposed to pay for anything given you were still missing your wallet. Maybe you could convince her to keep it in one of your homes instead of going out.

Her lopsided smile beamed at you, showing off her off-white teeth, "Be prepared to live it up. No stopping until the crack of dawn." Tomorrow was Friday, after all, so you had all the time to have as much fun as you wanted.

The door to the boss' office swung open suddenly at that moment, causing her to jump back and vanish behind the partition that separated you both. You chuckled at her antics before returning to transferring the data from the files in front of you to the online system. 

The boss walked by, his shoes clicking against the linoleum floor as he made his rounds to ensure everyone was actually doing their job. He was prim and proper as he walked by, his gloved hands kept carefully behind his back as he looked over each cubicle toward the computers. He really was out of place here. Honestly, he came across more as an old nobleman than a manager.

He stopped at yours, seeming confused by your presence, "I was unaware you had come in."

It was strange that he seemed to care at all. He was usually distant from all of the workers under him, leaving you to your own devices as long as you did your work.

"Sorry, Sir. I started working as soon as I came in so I may have missed saying good morning."

He looked you over once before nodding, "I see. You may return to your duties then." Then he continued his rounds.

Seriously, he was weird sometimes. If only you could get a better job, you would quit this one. Maybe you should've been playing the lottery and hoping to make it big. Then again, given your luck, you would either never win or win only to lose the ticket on your way to pick up the jackpot. You just wanted to do anything else with your life than working for a barely livable wage doing the most tedious and boring thing you possibly could. Still, it was better than retail so… Your fingers continued to type away at the keyboard, your eyes only leaving the computer screen to double-check that you were inputting the correct numbers before going back. 

Time passed by quickly enough when you were doing mundane tasks, as boring as they all were. Soon enough, it was your lunch break and your stomach was screaming at you to fill it up. Unfortunately, you still didn't have a wallet to get anything and the only thing you felt safe borrowing from Solomon was an apple. Still, it was better than nothing.

You stood up from your desk, making your way toward the refrigerator where you'd left the modest lunch. Though, it seemed life wasn't done kicking you, as the fruit was gone when you got there. It appeared you were going hungry along with everything else today. Life really did enjoy making you its bitch.

With a sigh, you rubbed the back of your neck and began to walk back to your cubicle to see if you’d somehow left a miniature-sized candy floating around in one of the drawers. Or maybe someone would take pity on you and have a spare bag of chips they’d be willing to give up.

What you saw when you returned, however, made your eyes go wide. Laying next to the computer mouse were the phone, wallet, and keys you’d lost last night. They sat on your desk like a present left behind by some benevolent force and you felt the bile rise up in your stomach.

No one but you had walked away alive that night, of that you were sure. Yet, here was everything you’d lost. There were only two possibilities: either you had somehow completely hallucinated last night and your stuff had been with you the entire time or, the somehow more terrifying possibility, everything really did happen and you were being followed. Your hands ran over the smooth leather of the wallet; warm. It was still warm as if it had just been held only a moment ago.

“Hey,” you called out, “Did anyone stop by my desk, by chance?”

Those olive eyes popped up over the partition again, “Huh?”

“My desk. Did anyone, say, drop anything off?” Surely she had to see something.

But when she shook her head, you felt a cold sweat break out across your forehead, “Why? Was someone supposed to deliver a file for you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek before putting on the best smile you could to try and hide the dread coursing through you, “No. Just making sure no one dumped their work on me while I was gone. You know?”

“Oh gosh, I feel that.” She sighed, “Good news is they didn’t. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes wandered down to the glint of light bouncing off your keys and you swallowed the truth down as deep as you could before answering her, “It’s great.”

[attic-club-sandwich]

To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

cw: mentions of blood, mild descriptions of gore. Swearing.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is a WIP series based on the fall of the brothers from the Celestial Realm. Some dialogue is from the game and what we know so far, so proceed with caution. (may contain some spoilers).

Chapter 1: The Fall

It’s so bitterly cold. 

The wind is too much.

It feels like sharp knives cutting through my body.

How long have I been falling?

My head hurts.

Will anyone be waiting for me at the bottom?

...If I ever reach it.

The now former Angel kept his eyes squeezed shut as he fell, bracing himself to land on the hard ground below him. Bracing himself to feel the pain envelop his body. Bracing himself to hear the sickening sounds of his bones crushing and contorting. He wasn’t sure if he’d live or die, but this was his punishment. This is what he deserves. But my brothers don’t, he thought. 

My brothers…where are they?

Where’s Lilith?

Did she make it out alive?

Finally, the impact came. As he landed on the hard ground, a deafening, thunderous boom reverberated through the air. He let out a loud grunt before all the air escaped from his lungs.  His eyes were open now, crimson orbs staring up at the moonlit sky. He lay there, eyes wide, his mouth gaping open and closed trying to regain his breathing. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed in that position when he began to hear footsteps coming towards him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t run away. Whoever this was coming in his direction may as well finish him off. 

The footsteps grew closer, and he could now hear that there were two sets. “Now what do we have here?” A gentle, but deep voice sounded beside him. “What’s your name?” it asked. He willed himself to look at who was now kneeling next to him. His half-lidded gaze met a golden, wide eyed stare. A stare that was framed by the most bright, red hair that he’d ever seen. “L-L..Luc…ifer…” he managed to croak out. “Hello Lucifer. My name is Diavolo. I’m the son of the Demon King. We’ve been sent here to help you.” Diavolo said, gently. His eyes quickly flicked over Lucifer’s body, assessing the damage. His clothes, previously worn in the celestial realm, were now in tattered shreds and blood stained. His newly formed horns caused more blood to seep from his temples. “Young Master, we must get him to the Castle right away.” Another voice chimed in. This one was softer. Lucifer flicked his gaze to the second demon. His stature was smaller than the red headed one, and donned clothes that resembled a Butlers. His eyes were emerald green, matching the tips of his hair that blended up into a raven black much like his own. Horns protruded from both of their heads, and only Diavolo had two very large sets of wings sprouting from his back. They’re here to….help me? Why not just leave me here to die? They’re demons after all, right?

 Lucifer’s thoughts were interrupted as they heard another loud clap of thunder and a scream echo across the large stone structure that surrounded them. He instantly recognized the voice and his eyes shot open wide. Lilith! Completely disregarding the two Demons standing beside him, he mustered the strength to get to his feet. He ran, limping, over to the figure laying on the ground near a set of stone steps that he realized now lead up to a giant colosseum. “Please Lucifer! Hold on a second!” Diavolo called after him. Lucifer paid him no mind. His only priority right now was his little sister, who lay broken and bloody before him. “Lilith…sweet angel…” he murmured as he gently lifted her body onto his lap. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in her eldest brother's gaze. His eyes were full of nothing but sadness,pain…and so much anger. Her heart hurt for him. “Luci…” she sighed, as her eyes closed once more. Lucifer pulled her into an embrace, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He knew she was dying. Her wounds were far too severe as a result of the war. “Dammit…! This can’t be…How… How could this happen?” he sobbed. 

As Lucifer sat holding his youngest sister, the two other Demons ran to his side. “Lucifer. She’s…” Diavolo began. “Please. Please help her…” Lucifer could only beg, tears now streaming down his face. His pride has been reduced to nothing.

 Look at you, crying and begging a demon for help. 

He could hear his father’s voice echoing in his head. 

This is what you’ve become. So pathetic.

The second demon kneeled down beside them, placing his gloved hand on Lilith’s forehead. “Her injuries are quite severe. If she’s exposed to the Devildom air much longer, I'm afraid she’ll perish. She doesn’t have long…” the butler pronounced. “Barbatos, please…” Diavolo said, sternly. Lilith began to cough, which caused blood to run down her chin. Lucifer wiped it away with his hand. “I beg you Diavolo…Help her... I don’t care what happens to me. I just need you to save her.” Lilith’s breathing grew more and more shallow as he spoke. “If it means you’ll ensure that she stays alive, I’ll make any sacrifice I have to.” Diavolo blinked at the poor state of the demon sitting below him. “Alright. I’ll do it, but you will need to make a deal with me first.” Lucifer nodded. Who ever thought he’d be down here making deals with demons? “Tell me the conditions.” It was Diavolo’s turn to kneel next to the fallen siblings. “I need you to pledge complete loyalty to me. Be my right hand man. I’ll be going against the judgment of the Celestial Realm, so I need something in return.” Lucifer didn’t even think twice. “I agree. Please, do it now.” Diavolo bowed his head. “I’m going to reincarnate her as a human. She’ll be born as a human, and die as a human. However, she will have no memory of her life in the Celestial Realm throughout her mortality…” He paused before continuing, unable to meet Lucifer’s gaze. “...That includes memories of you.” Lucifer felt his heart lurch in his chest. He buried his face into Lilith’s white blonde hair and swore. Dammit. This isn’t what I meant, you demon! He thought, harshly. But if it ensures she’ll be alive and well…it was worth all of the sacrifices he needed to make. I have no choice. Lucifer bowed his head and brought his free hand up to place on his chest. He took a deep breath before stating firmly, “Diavolo, I hereby pledge my loyalty and allegiance to you!” 

The Demon prince gave a curt nod as he took Lilith’s hand in his. He closed his eyes and began to mutter an incantation. Barbatos also bowed his head, joining in with Diavolo. Lucifer watched in fascination as Lilith’s body began to glow. His hand squeezed hers, and he willed himself to speak. “Lilith. Dear Sister…No matter how far apart we may be, no matter how much time passes, even if someday you’re no longer yourself…” Lucifer said, his voice trembling. “I’ll never forget you. And I’ll always pray that you find happiness…always…” His shoulders shook from the violent sobs that now began to wrack his body. Barbatos placed a hand on his back, attempting to sooth him. He continued to speak as his sister’s body began to fade away. “...I love you, Lilith.”

Once the spell was finished and Lilith’s body was no more, Diavolo stood and offered Lucifer his hand. “It is done. She’ll now be born again to live out a fulfilling life as a human.” Lucifer, now covered in a mix of Lilith’s blood and his own, began to wail. Diavolo took his hand away, unsure of how else the newly fallen angel would react. All he could do is stand and watch as Lucifer fell to his hands and knees on the cold, hard ground. He stayed like that, sobbing for a few moments more. That is until Lucifer noticed his own wings enveloping his body.He glanced at them, noticing that his six wings, once full of pristine white feathers, were now completely black, reminding him of his sick and twisted fate . He whimpered, bringing his hands up to run through his hair when his fingers brushed against something hard and foreign on his head. What the hell? He thought. Horns. Fuck. 

Instantly, his sadness melted away and was replaced with an even stronger emotion. Wrath. Lucifer roared, and began tearing at his wings. Diavolo and Barbatos gasped, jolting forward to attempt to stop the newly transformed demon from injuring himself further. “Get AWAY!” Lucifer shrieked. Diavolo put a hand across Barbatos’s chest protectively. “Stay back. He’s losing control, but he’ll more than likely be unconscious soon. I don’t know how he’s still going.” he said, keeping his eyes on Lucifer. “Yes, Young Master.” Barbatos nodded, his eyes widening in fear as he watched the demon ripping and tearing at his beautiful, black wings. Lucifer screamed in pain, the sound of bones cracking and muscle ripping from his body. Black feathers were flying through the air and landing around the three demons. Lucifer tore off another wing and blood spattered onto the ground. This is all HIS fault. I’ve been reduced to THIS because of that bastard’s actions! His thoughts screamed at him. It’s all because of Micheal’s decision to kill Lilith. She did nothing wrong! 

Lucifer moaned in agony as the last wing was ripped from his back. He began to grow dizzy, unsure if it was because of the pain or the intense wrath he was feeling. Finally, he dropped to the ground on his stomach, breathing heavily. The air was heavy and filled with the stench of blood. His vision began to blur. Lilith…my brothers… I love you…

 “Barbatos, it’s time. We need to-” Diavolo began, but  was interrupted as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A small whine sounded from beneath the pile of feathers that lay next to a now unconscious Lucifer. “What in the Devildom…?” he muttered, stepping closer to the pile. He could make out a form lying underneath all of the carnage from Lucifer’s outburst. He carefully dug through the bloody pile of feathers and bones to find a small figure of a child lying beneath. “Holy shit..”Diavolo breathed. Barbatos ran to his side, not quite believing what he was seeing. “Prince…What is it…?” He only shook his head in response. “We must take them both to my father. We shall retrieve the others as well.” Diavolo said grimly.

Part 2

Please let me know your thoughts! It really helps give me the encouragement and motivation I need to continue to work on these stories!

[ruewrites]

Kinktober Day 19: Exhibitionism & Voyeurism

AO3

Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer/Mephistopheles

Word Count: 679

Warning: Accidental creepery, smut

A/N: Mephisto is kinda a creep? Not on purpose. Mephisto is kind of a creep, but it's accidental creepery. I will finish this collection dammit. I was able to get stuffed with turkey, so now I can write about characters getting stuffed. Then I will finish my WIPs

Comments are appreciated!

Mephisto had not intended to find himself in this situation, not at all. All he wanted was to find something, anything he possibly could to prove once and for all that Lucifer was just as foul and untrustworthy as he had thought him to be. The last thing he had ever wanted to catch was Lord Diavolo in a compromising position. Yet here he was. 

He thought that perhaps Diavolo would leave after a while, that he simply needed to speak with Lucifer or drop more paperwork off. But he couldn't have been more wrong. His heart stopped as he watched the prince cage Lucifer near the bedside. Their lips met and Diavolo's fingers were tangled in raven black locks. Gloved hands gripped the back of the prince's attire.  

They stumbled backwards with low chuckles. Envy bit at Mephisto's chest as fear gripped his throat. He knew he should slip deeper into the closet and avert his gaze, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. It was as if some curse had been cast over him, like he had been possessed. His body refused to listen to anything sense was saying.  

Clothes hit the floor, his breath hitched. He could only see his back, but even so, Diavolo's muscle definition was so divine. He was a god among demons, sculpted out of perfection, and he had no right to stare.

But in the same breath, Lucifer had no right to be in the position he was.

If anything Mephistopheles deserved his place. He should be the one blessed with the prince's lips against the nape of his neck and his arms around those broad shoulders. The prince's rough fingertips should be sliding down his hips and those eyes should be worshiping him.

It was at this moment that Mephisto became more than aware of the discomfort in his pants. He had all of Diavolo preparing the other demon beneath him to decide on what he was going to do. By the time Diavolo had finally entered Lucifer, all reason left him. What Lucifer didn't know certainly wouldn't kill him. Besides, Mephisto was the one who deserved to be in his place anyways.

He was more deserving than Lucifer. He was better than Lucifer. 

Sure he'd be able to take the prince, but he could also give him the ride of his life. It wasn't like he hadn't been on top of a stallion before.

His hand slowly stroked along his shaft, not taking his eyes off of Diavolo once. There would be no thoughts about how pathetic he was, stroking himself as he watched the prince and a fallen angel make love from a crack in the closet. He wasn't going to think about it. For the sake of his sanity, he couldn't think about it. 

What if it wasn't his own hand? What if it was his lord's instead? Large warm hands touching him as he took his even larger girth. 

Mephisto could have lost himself in these thoughts running through his head. It could have all remained his little secret, if he hadn't met Lucifer's gaze. 

Ruby red eyes bore into him from over Diavolo's shoulder. The prince himself still appeared to be oblivious, and it would only take a single word from the Morningstar's mouth to sell out his own position. After a moment which seemed like forever, in which Mephistopheles could hear nothing but the sound of his own beating heart, Lucifer smirked and bit down hard on Diavolo's shoulder. As tiny specks of blood bloomed from the wound, Mephisto felt something within him snap. 

Vision going black, he just barely managed to steady himself before sliding down to the floor. It was only when his vision returned that Mephisto realized he had finished on the closet floor.

So there he stayed, listening to his prince and his right-hand man make love a few feet away from his hiding spot in the recesses of Lucifer's closet. A single question plagued his mind: should he be furious that his body had chosen to stir once again?

[obey-me-headquarters]

Hey yall take this. This fic has been absolutely killing me for the last two days and I have no idea why. I just couldn't get the right words down. I swear there's like a good 500 more words that could have been added to this but I tired to trim it down to get the pacing to be better. I didn't allow myself from work on anything else because I knew if I stepped away this fic would fall into WIP hell. I'll probably redo at this point.

Note, this Mc in this story is specifically my Mc. I usually try to keep Mcs typical to fit anyone's Mcs into the prompt/fic, but this fic deals with how my Mc thinks/feels.

Warnings: no smut, but there is a reference to it. Pure angst. Mentions of death, immortality, childhood trauma (Diavolo's fear of abandonment to be more specific), I swear this fic isn't as heavy as this warnings paint it to be.

Pairings: Mc x Diavolo x Lucifer x Barbatos

Word count: 940+ (how the hell is this fic under 1k I felt like every sentence was impossible to write)

All should be well for Mc.

They're cuddling with their some of their favorite demons. They're in Diavolo's castle, in his bed, with the prince himself sprawled on their left side. To the right lays Lucifer, cuddled closer as the two demons boxes them in. Diavolo's arm wrapped around the both of you. Barbatos is resting on Lucifer's rest while the avatar gently threads his finds through his hair.

It's a familiar scene, one they often create after a scene. Usually sex helps Mc get out of their head, but thoughts wouldn't stop swarming around in their head.

Lucifer turns to see their furrowed brow and reaches out to touch it. Leaning into the touch they allow Lucifer to soften it.

"What's the matter?"

"It's silly." They're retort.

"Like so many of your other thoughts?" Lucifer teases lightly.

Mc laughs, but it's breathless, forced. They know their demons notice and feel their attention focus firmly onto them.

"I just.....it's dumb humans thoughts." They try to wave off.

"Dumb humans thoughts?" Diavolo echos.

"I guess I just don't know what to make of myself. Like, what am I? A fleeting fancy? A short citation in the grand scheme of things? I can't help but feel like everything I do and am is temporary."

They feel Lucifer gently take their hands unto his, looking up their vision is slightly blurred as they realize that tears had formed in the corner of their eyes. They don't block the look on Lucifer's face, an indescribable amount of softness bleeds through him.

"You're not a "fleeting fancy", you changed my - and I know many others, lives for the better." Lucifer speaks with a genuineness they didn't he could ever possess.

"So, I guess my legacy with live through something, at least." They respond with a sober chuckle. Face shifting downwards, unable to see Lucifer's face shift, concern painting his features.

"Legacy?" Diavolo echos once more.

"Yeah. After I die, what's going to stick?"

The room gets deathly quiet. Barbatos's gaze stays locked on the floor, while Lucifer looks like he just got cold water dumped onto him. They can't see Diavolo's face behind them, but they can feel the air turn cold.

"Sorry, I know it's morbid. I guess I'm just a mortal around immortals. I can't help but think about this stuff." They quickly wave themselves off, shifting back into the sheets as they lay back down.

None of their demons follow suit, as they stare in confusion and worry between them.

Finally, it's Diavolo who breaks the silence.

"What do you mean by die?" He asks, voice tined with an uncharacteristic stoicism.

They stare the demon in confusion. Surely he knows, right?

"Diavolo," they start gently. As though they're a parent explaining to their child why their hamster isn't moving anymore. "I'm a human? I'm going to die one day - not like, soon! But like. You're immortal, I'm not, surely there's going to be a time when you exist and I, uh, don't."

Honestly they know that death isn't a pleasant conversation for anybody, but surely they must have thought about this before. So why does Diavolo look like they're said something competently unpredictable?

"Being human and being mortal isn't mutually exclusive." Lucifer states matter of factly. Yet when they turn to look at him they can see the desperation in their eyes, the blind hope, the silent ask.

"R-right! Take Solomon for example, he's fully human yet has gained immortality." Diavolo echos. Through instead of hope it sounds self assuring, as though he's trying to convice himself.

Mc stares at the demon prince, eyes wide like saucers. "But like, isn't that....against the rules? You extend a human life?" They can't help but spare a glance towards Lucifer. Words left unsaid.

They feel Diavolo's arms tighten around them in a vice like grip, if he wasn't being so gentle Mc knows it would hurt.

"I'm the prince of the Devildom - the future king, if I say something is law it is." Diavolo almost growls out, voice deep and demonic. But Mc knows what lays underneath all that bravo; a scared little kid whose terrified of losing the people he loves.

Mc knows how to speak in silences, they know what they're asking. What they're eating for but can't bring themselves to voice. The scariest part is that Mc has no idea what they're going answer even if they get asked.

Swallowing dryly, their full of cotton they try to wave the conversation off. Plastering on their sunny smile they lean back into Diavolo.

"Hey, this is getting a bit much. I mean, I'm 21! I have decades and decades left! It isn't like I'm going to die any time soon." They reinsure.

"But....eventually."

"Well, yeah, sure eventually. But everything ends eventually. Who knows we could hate each other in a few decades! We don't know."

"But you are going to leave us, we know that." Diavolo states soberly. Mc knows they're a coward when they don't turn to face him, knowing that there's tears in his eyes.

Breathing deeply they ready themselves to make a promise they don't know if they can keep.

"Well, like you said, that isn't set stone either." Nudging Barbatos with their foot they snap him out of his trace. Barbatos flinches when make contact, eyes snapping towards them before refocusing. "The future is unpredictable, right Barbs?"

Barbatos stills, an uncertain look paints his face. Mc knows that he was looking through time lines, desperate to find what needs to be done, needs to be said, to keep them close to him.

"Right. The future is anything but predictable."

[fellulahh]

If you're interested could you write about the boys (and Diavlo's) first kiss with MC?

Thank you for the suggestion! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to. The other brothers and Diavolo are still a WIP but will be up soon💓

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Their first kiss with MC (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi and Satan)

Lucifer:

Who initiated: MC

End result: hanky panky

Lucifer was surprised when MC kissed him for the first time. He was too proud of himself to admit he’d fallen in love with the exchange student so never planned to show his admiration for her. It wouldn’t last that long would it?

Unluckily for him though, MC radiated confidence. Just like him, she had intense feelings for the demon and knew that her time in Devildom wouldn’t last forever and therefore she wanted to waste no time.

It happened when they were in the middle of one of their usual stand offs. Their pent up sexual arousal for each other would always result in them feuding - not in a bad way...just in a way that drove the other brothers crazy because it was so OBVIOUS that Lucifer wanted her.

“Stop acting like you know what’s best for me.” Lucifer shook his head, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Cut with the pride, Lucifer!” She moaned, stepping up to him.

“I’m merely stating facts!” He defended.

Fed up with his stubbornness, MC grabbed him by the collar as she slammed her lips onto his. He was really startled by her actions for perhaps a millisecond but then Lucifer immediately gave in to his indulgences, kissing her back passionately.

They share a really hot, steamy moment together before it soon turns into much more.

Mammon:

Who initiated: MC

End result: tears

It was painfully obvious to all of the brothers, and even MC eventually, that Mammon was completely and utterly in love with her. Over time, she found herself growing infatuated with the demon too.

However, no matter how much time she spent with him or how many times the brothers teased him, Mammon never made a move. MC began to grow sad. All she wanted was for the tsundere to finally come clean about his obvious feelings but he never did. He was blissfully ignorant.

One day, finally having enough of waiting for him, MC marched up to his bedroom. She thought to herself ‘it’s now or never’ after building up her confidence all day long. After hearing a banging on his door, Mammon nervously opened it, expecting to see a very angry Lucifer on the other side.

“MC!” He smiled brightly with a twinkle in his eyes when he saw her.

Without saying a word, she leant forward onto her toes, pressing a long, sweet kiss on his lips. The action effectively caused Mammon to malfunction for a good minute. His cheeks went bright red and his wide eyes made it seem like Lucifer was stood right behind her.

“M—MC I—“ he stuttered, growing more and more flustered, “what did ya do that for?”

“I love you Mammon!” She cried exasperated.

Hearing the words fall from her mouth, Mammon felt his lip quiver. MC began to panic when she noticed his eyes grow watery. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you...” she spoke softly.

“Me? Upset?” He questioned, trying to hide his tears, “I ain’t cryin’!”

Levi:

Who initiated: MC

End result: broken Levi

MC and Levi were in his room together, playing games as normal. Both on separate consoles, MC sat forward in her chair, eagerly staring at the screen as she played her otome game.

Levi scowled at the television as he began to get distracted. He couldn’t believe it, was he really getting jealous over fictional demons? His hardened face couldn’t have been subtle, as MC noticed him watching.

“What?” She laughed as her character kissed one of the players, “they’re only kissing - you’ve done that before!” She spoke. Levi’s cheeks grew pink at her words as he tried to utter out a response but failed. “You have kissed someone before, right?” She asked with wide eyes, surprised at his lack of response.

“N—no.” He admitted embarrassed, “Nobody’s ever wanted to kiss this yucky otaku.”

Hurt by the way he spoke about himself, MC thought for a moment as she forgot about her game. Then suddenly all at once, she leant over in her seat to where Levi was sat. He turned his head round shocked by her movement.

Very quickly, MC pressed a short but sweet kiss on his lips before pulling away. “You’re wrong - I want to kiss you!” She smiled at him sweetly.

Meanwhile, Levi began shaking as he didn’t blink. His entire face had gone red at this point as he remained frozen. MC giggled at him as he practically malfunctioned.

Satan:

Who initiated: Satan

End result: lots of blushing

Satan had liked MC for a while but was waiting for the right time to tell her. She always had his other brothers lurking around her like lost puppies and Satan didn’t want to admit his feelings in front of all of them. However, there never seemed to be a good time.

He wanted to do something really special for her but in reality, the most treasured moments are often unplanned.

It was a Friday night and everybody was gathered in the lounge watching a movie together. It was getting rather late and the film that Levi had picked seemed to be going on forever. The whole room was quiet as everyone lazily watched the screen with MC and Satan sat at the back of the room, sharing a sofa.

Under a blanket, they were holding hands - something that Satan had initiated earlier on in the night. Both of them had red cheeks as their loved up hearts were beating. Making a move, Satan let go of her hand and pulled her body into him so that she was resting on his shoulder. Nobody was aware of their movements.

A smirk appeared on his face as her body relaxed into his. Time passed and Satan couldn’t wait any longer, he turned his attention away from the film and tilted MC’s chin up with two of his fingers. She looked at him with wide eyes as he brought her face to his.

The pair shared a tender kiss as they completely forgot about the movie. They tried to use the blanket to conceal any noise but everybody knew what they were doing.

“Quit kissin’ will ya?! Some of us are tryin’ to watch this.”

The two of them pulled out of their embrace, both with bright red cheeks.

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WIP Angel MC! x Obey Me pt 2

Part Two - The Museum date with Satan. This is just a ruff of what I got so far. I am enjoying this but i Haven’t had a lot of focus for writing. So I just wanna share what I got so far.

Step into the shoes of an intellectual. I know they are uncomfortable, but these are cushioned with a bias outside human prejudice. They have their own prejudices of course, it’s just not As silly as a humans…. Either way, it’s a different way of looking at history. There is no need to keep colonial powers looking refined and noble.

This museum is not full of anything Real. They are all magical replicas of artifacts long burned, brutalized and forgotten. While it could be enlightening to a great deal of humanity. The plaques mainly speak of the demons who worked along with those doing the burning. It left a rather sick feeling in the angel’s stomach. While showing off the great wonder that was ruined. People still boasted about causing the burning. 

Satan did a better job explaining the history. He was detached. Thinking about the matter as a history, and could talk about it easily. Yet when he turned to MC. They had tears in their eyes. Thinking of what it felt like to just be a people, and slaughtered for living. The Angel felt the reality. Both marveling at the people who could create such art and monuments, and the utter despair at how this art came to the Angel’s eyes. So Eventually the Angel started to tune out the world around them, and focused more on their guide. A stranger who was still linked arms with MC. 

“I have a question,” MC looks up into Satan’s eyes. 

“I might have an answer,” The corner of Satan’s mouth pulled into a sharp smile.

“Do you view angels and demons as enemies?” MC watches Satan’s face closely. His eyebrows shot up for only a second. A brief flash of surprise, and then quickly to thought. His gaze drifting upwards as he rolled the matter over in his mind. 

“I think about this a lot, actually,” Satan rubs his chin. “I’m unsure. We are certainly told that we are opposites, but if we looked at the data, I think we’d find something else.” Satan chews on the thought, “There is a whole research of study on whether good even exists, yet there is a realm that claims to obtain All Good. Or define what it is. Which is just ridiculous, and as you can see.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. “Demons are not raging beasts. Sin has its place in reality. Too much of it would be disastrous, true, but not enough would also be a problem.” Satan kept his gaze away from the Angel. Not truly wanting to see them get upset about his stance. 

“Can you give me an example?” MC tilts their head. “No one’s talked about sin like that before.”

“Well… Let’s use wrath. Wrath being deemed a sin which is reasonable at first. Being angry and destructive is not helpful. However, wrath has been brought out to protect children, or to fight for justice. Wrath without thought is bad, but it is not bad in itself.” Satan glances at MC to see their expression. Then stays when he sees that MC is thinking it over. 

“What matters is how it’s used.” MC says softly. To which Satan nods. “There are plenty of supposedly holy people who are really cruel to keep their virtues.” Now both MC and Satan are sharing a smile. “Some of those people really are the worst. They manage to live up to His standards and yet are still-” MC grits their teeth. 

“Bastards? Fuckers?” Satan tries to keep a helpful face, but can’t help the corner of his mouth twitch up. 

“Yes!” MC shakes their head to let out some frustration. “Then they summon me to bring them to the bathhouse.” 

“You have to bring humans to bathhouses?”

“Where ever they want to go. It is their ‘paradise’ after all, and since I’m not a high ranking angel, so I’m basically supposed to care take for whatever human souls are around me.” 

“That sounds… Infuriating.” Satan says politely. He’s overjoyed to see the Angel seething with annoyance, but then something drowns it out. Their face falls and goes back to a placid expression. 

“It’s the duty of an angel.” MC’s voice is dryer than before. 

“Hmm…” Satan realizes he shouldn’t be staring at the Angel and looks back to whatever exhibit they had landed in front of. “Do you like your duties?”

“Do you like yours?” The Angel looks blankly ahead.

“Ours are very different. I simply Am the avatar. I can spend my days reading and be finishing my duty.”

“Really?” MC looks up in surprises. 

“Well, sorta of,” Satan chuckles. “I have RAD duties I can’t get out of, But that’s my choice in the end. I respect Diavolo enough to agree to his leadership, and RAD is his domain, so I do it for him.” Satan shrugs. “They don’t take up too much time for an immortal anyways.”

“That’s… so different from Heaven. I get maybe five hours to myself a day?” MC can’t even give an accurate number. Keeping track just makes it worse. “It’s all preselected work, too. We have no choice it what domains we’re put under.”

“No choice at all?”

“Supposedly it’s from the Divine plan,” MC rolls their eyes. “But I’m unsure of it.”

“No plan is ever perfect, let alone one made from one mind alone.” Even as Satan says this, he is prepared for a fight. His few conversations with angel’s before him had always ended in one. Angels devoted their existences to this divine plan. Critiquing it was a critique of everything they stood for. Instead, MC just nods. Their eyes overwhelmed in sadness. So Satan takes a deep breath and refocuses on the world around them. 

“It is amazing what humans are able to turn rocks into,” Satan looks at the old stone statue with amazement. 

“I’ve tried to do it before, and I can never manage.” MC tapped their chin as they reminisced. “They can make rock smooth, as if they were just pinching clay.”

“I can’t even work clay well.” Satan chuckles. Then there is silence as MC’s mind wanders down a bunny trail.

“Earlier they said that I would be attending school, is that true?” Satan nods. “Weird,” MC begins to laugh. 

“Why do you laugh? I will also be attending.” Satan says this even though he finds the whole school situation fairly fun himself. Still remembers the dinner when Lucifer broke the news that joining RAD also meant having to go through university again. They had completed their courses millennia ago. Satan was honestly a little excited. Brushing up his skills wouldn’t be the worst time. Though, all the other students sounded rather stressful.

“It will be curious. I didn’t expect to be introduced to Hell this way. It’s just… Okay, you’ll understand if I tell you how I imagine this, Exchange, would go in the Celestial realm.” Satan nods and leans back. Ready to listen. “Greeted with trumpets, obviously.” Satan rolls his eyes. “Then a personal conversation with It.” This makes Satan chuckle. “Then guided around the Celestial realm to all its numerous wonders. Shown the polished paradise where you can indulge in Nearly anything.” MC lifts a finger up with a crooked grin. “Though, you Can’t be a sinner, so you must be nice to Everyone you meet. No matter how annoying. If an Issue arises, you have to bring it up at court, and have it processed. It’s worse for angels, but guests wouldn’t see that. It would take months to see the court bit anyway. It would all be Sickly sweet.”

“And here you met a busy prince, told you had to go to school, and left to get eaten.” Satan keeps his head forward, but glances to see the angel’s reaction. 

“I’m enjoying it a lot.” MC smiles. 

“Not worried about your safety?” 

“Not Much,” MC Shrugs. “I don’t think I’ll be totally helpless,” Then MC looks to Satan’s face. Which seems to loudly be saying ‘okay, tell yourself that sweetheart’. “Do you think I should worry?”

“I think it was wise that you asked for a guide,” 

“Me to,” MC smiled, “I like your company.” MC pulls the hand they have clasped with Satan’s closer. For a moment, holding Satan against them. Letting their wing brush against his back. Then MC eases back. Failing to hide a blush that ran across their face. “ Just don’t imagine me helpless.”

“I could never.” Satan smiles softly. “I am the Avatar of wrath after all, and as I can tell.” He looks down at his open hand. Pretending to hold a board. “You have indulged in my sin at least six times.” A humorously low number for Satan. The average human indulged in it at least 50 times by their first birthday. That’s for a remarkably well tempered child, too. 

“That high?” MC winces, but then straightens their spines. Remember Why that had indulged, and feeling proud of that choice. 

“That is very low, and I think it would be good for your health to indulge in it a little more.”

    “Is this how you became friends with Alexander?”

“It’s how I became much more than friends, Dear.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. Looking utterly too proud of himself. MC grimace only deepened as they felt their face heat up. They are saved by an alert on Satan’s D.D.D. “I am afraid I have dinner soon. Your human roommate will be at purgatory hall for dinner, though. I can walk you back if you like?” Satan looks rather annoyed at his phone, but his face relaxes as he looks at MC. 

“That would be nice,” MC smiles and can feel the heat once again rise in their face and chest. “What on your D.D.D made you so upset?”

“Oh, you could see that?” Satan looks rather apologetic. 

“Clear as day, man,” MC has to try and not laugh. 

 “The message came from Lucifer,” Again he says the name with such disgust. MC wants to giggle. “He was reminded I must come to dinner and meet the new human.”

    “The face you just made,” MC has to put a hand over their mouth. Thankfully, they were almost out of the museum. But on the way on they got a couple glares from the Serious Observers. “What about this new human is so upsetting?”

    “Oh it’s not them,” Satan grimaces, but then straightens his spine. 

    “Then what is it?” 

“The process of picking was idiotic. It took four years for them to finally decided on what three humans to pick. The last one was completely random, it turns out.” Satan takes a deep breath. “I left the project after the first human was picked.”

“Who are they?”

“Solomon.” Satan says with a grimace. Left is a gentle way of putting what Satan did when Solomon was picked. The table was thrown through the wall and Satan marched out through the hole. 

“Who?”

“You don’t know? Oh, right… Angel wouldn’t hear about him, I guess.” Satan chews on his lip for a second. “He is an ancient king who managed to get pacts with 72 demons, and accidentally became immortal.” Satan’s has a great number of suspicions about Solomon. There are barely any humans who have One pact with a demon. Yet this human managed to get 72, and immortality. While also maintaining a beloved relationship with a great number of people. To Satan, this reeked of evil in hiding. “He’s also a super powerful wizard and has gone through the university magic program so many times he rewrote a portion of it.”

“So that’s who they picked to show off the magical prowess, huh?”

“It doesn’t even work,” Satan groans. Satan had sat through hours of meetings debating which humans to brings, and how their presence would affect the experience for Other humans in the trip. They fisted wanted a human who had some understanding of the magical to be a grounding force for the other two. Satan had many suggestions of Other magicians who could do a job. Magicians who did have 72 pacts with demons. One of whom being his younger Sibling. “We should have picked a human who could actually use the program. He was a powerful magician before coming to our school. He used it to have fun and meet people.“ 

“So he’s open to fun?” MC bounces slightly as they walk. 

“He can be… but he’s often looking out for himself first.” Since Satan so clearly distrusts Solomon. MC chooses to ignore this, and instead is excited to meet this weird wizard.

“Ah, prioritizing ones own needs. The gift of the ego… that we all have.” MC smirks. Feeling that MC was poking fun at Satan. He bristled and turned a lovely read. 

“It’s not just ego,” Satan huffs. “How could he make so many pacts without being devious?” 

“I don’t know,” MC shrugs. “Have you asked him?”

“No,” Satan looks aghast. “He’s a cunning being, I can’t just ask him.”

“I’ve heard cunning humans can be the most fun,” MC is now starting to walk back to campus with a little more speed. 

“Who would say that?” Satan looks bewildered at the little angel. 

“Simeon,” MC says, unbothered by Satan’s judgement. 

“He enjoys Lucifer’s company, I would not blindly trust Simeon’s taste.” Satan’s lip curls upward when he mentions Lucifer. MC thought on the matter. Simeon had given Lucifer a hug. When it was rather clear that Lucifer was Not a hugger. 

“Do you know if Simeon and Lucifer know each other? I’ve never heard Simeon talk about him, but it’s also frowned upon to talk about him in general.”

“I wouldn’t know, but Lucifer did spend the most time in heaven out of all of us,”

“Ah, who’s Us?”

“Oh my brothers,” Satan sighs, “They might know if Simeon and Lucifer have a history, but I won’t be asking for you.” 

“That’s fair,” MC nods. 

“Do they not talk about the revolution in the celestial realm?”

“Only brief mention. He doesn’t like it being brought up so… most just avoid the topic. I really don’t know much about it.”

“Hmm,” Satan frowns. He didn’t want to strike Lucifer’s ego, but what he did is important history. ���I might have some history books you could borrow if you’d like.” It was strange being confronted with the Angel’s reality. Satan couldn’t imagine a life without living in the shadow of that revolution. His exists was born from its grief and agony, and this Angel knew of it only in passing. Did that mean they didn’t know his history at all? 

“Oh, that would be nice, but” The Angel blushes and closes their eyes.” I’m not the best of readers. My eyes get distracted?”

“I have heard of conditions similar to that,” Satan nods, “Well the topic is a heavy one, but if you wanted I could explain our side of the history some time.” They were now walking down the path to Purgatory hall. Satan felt is stomach dip at the thought of leaving. Next would be a dinner of more polite conversation. With the chance, he’d be living with two new assholes now. “If you wanted I could put my contact in your D.D.D. That way we can schedule, and If you need a guide again-” His words faltered as the blush becomes too hot. 

“I would like that very much.” MC Smiles and hands over their D.D.D.

“Oh-” Satan just finished it with a smile, and then takes the D.D.D. With thin fingers he types it all in. “I do have a schedule, so I can’t be your guide always but,” Satan looks into the Angel’s eyes, and feels his heart get stuck in his throat. “Don’t be afraid to ask.”

“I definitely won’t,” MC says, even though their heart was starting to race. MC stumbled as they hit the first steps up into Purgatory hall. “Thank you for taking me around.” MC’s wings flutter slightly, trying to dispel anxiety. “It was really nice getting to know you.”

“It was truly a pleasure,” Satan smiles, and then bows low to the Angel. As he rises, he keeps his eyes steady with MC’s gaze. There is a heartbeat where they are both caught staring at each other. Satan should be going home now, and the Angel should be heading inside. Instead, they both linger. Feeling their hearts surging in their chests, and wondering what they can possibly do about it. “I hope you enjoy your dinner,” Satan regrets the words instantly, but his feet are already moving to walk away. 

“You to!” The Angel blurts, feeling horribly awkward, but also thrilled. The nerves of wanting to make a good impression. As they watched the elegant blond walk away. MC could still feel excitement brewing within them. 

The feeling lingered as MC walked into the main doors of Purgatory Hall. Already they could feel that something was different within the building. A new presence shifted the home's energy. The air now had the smell of a laboratory. MC wandered down the hall till they reached the kitchen. Which is where they found Simeon, Luke, and a stranger gathered around the Oven. The Stranger was tall with bright white hair. The light in his eyes was unmistakably human, but something was off. 

“Are you certain it’s supposed to look like that?” Simeon squinted at the Oven. 

“I have never done this before,” The Strange says easily, but both Simeon and Luke look utterly terrified. 

“What’s going on?” MC asks as they walk behind Luke to get a view of what’s going on. “Why is it...cracked?”

“I believe that’s a part of the baking process,” The stranger smiles warmly and then extend a hand to MC. “My name’s Solomon, I am the human exchange student who will be living with you three.”

“I’m MC,” They take Solomon’s hand. His hand is surprisingly dense and cold. Heavier than the Angel had expected. “I thought there were three humans?”

“Indeed, but the other humans get to live with the brothers.” Solomon sighs. “I still don’t understand why they get to be close to the princes of Hell and not me.” Solomon actually did have a guess why, but he wanted to pout about it.

“Do you want to hear Lucifer and Mammon fighting with each other all the time?” Simeon chuckles.

“That’s a fair point,” Solomon nods. “Not to seem like I’m complaining about being with you three,” MC hadn’t even considered that Solomon might not be happy to be staying with three angels. Now though they had to think about it. A man with 72 pacts with demons might not have the most favorable opinion of angels. MC couldn’t exactly blame him for this, but hoped it wouldn’t get in their way. 

“I think our company is much better than those demons,” Luke tilts up his chin given everyone a good look of his nostrils. 

“Not better,” Simeon tuts, “we our own kind of fun, and will still have plenty of time with the brothers if we choose.” 

“You like them?” Solomon eyes Simeon. 

“Yes,” Simeon smiles genuinely. “I am really happy to see them again.” Solomon nods, and then smiles himself. 

“Me too,”

[thenextchapter22]

Angel of the Three Realms

PART 7!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

In this chapter: Everything is perfect, even with your love still a secret, and being home with everyone and flying is all you could ask for...

Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: Guys, this is the second to last chapter :( Thank you to all those who kept reading, I’m really happy you liked this work. Please enjoy~

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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You had the most magical time just simply being with the brothers. Not doing anything special, only talking in your room, tossing popcorn at each other and snuggling. They were always so warm, and you’d never turn away a hug.

But eventually they had to go to their own thing, so that left you some time alone. Mostly with your thoughts, which strayed here and there as you stretched on your bed. Thankfully they had put it back to the way it was before the spell to make it larger.

School was on temporary break per Lord Diavolo’s orders (and although he didn’t say it directly, you knew it was because of you, and he wanted you to have some time off).

There was a knock on the door again. But this time, someone else spoke out on the other side.

“May I come in?” Lucifer called out.

You stood up quick and straightened out your clothes, fixing your hair. It had a slight curl to it from Asmo’s braiding. Lucifer at your door was a rare thing indeed, plus you wanted to look presentable after having popcorn thrown at you.

Letting him inside, he glanced around at the slight mess that still remained. Stray blankets, the TV was still moved from its spot, and some chairs had been pushed away to make room for the larger bed that had been there.

He turned back to you, and said, “I had stopped by earlier, but heard you all having so much fun I didn’t want to ruin it all.”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, you could have joined us, you know.”

He waved his gloved hand dismissively. “No, you needed time with them. They needed time with you.”

Biting your lip, you had to ask. “Did you… hear anything we said?”

His lips quirked a bit but he didn’t not smile. “If you’re referring to you speaking about Michael, then, yes, I happened to hear it.”

So you eavesdropped, you wanted to say, but instead you pushed that away. It probably wasn’t on purpose.

“I hope its okay I told them about Michael… I don’t want to keep any more secrets.”

“Of course, dove, I had planned on telling them myself.”

You shivered at the nickname that flew so easily from his lips, and nodded, your hair bouncing. “Good, I’m glad.”

You watched his gaze flicker to your shoulders before he sighed. “I don’t want to upset you but I feel like we should talk about everything that’s happened.”

“Oh! Uh, okay. Do you want to sit then?” you gestured to the table. “I can make us some tea really fast.”

He did sit, but shook his head. “The tea isn’t needed. Let’s just talk.”

Talking wasn’t as easy as he made it seem. But you did sit opposite him at the little brown wooden table, and crossed your ankles and folded your hands under your chin. “All right, shoot.”

He smirked. “So eloquent.”

You winked. “Always.”

Really, you just wanted to ease the tension in the room. It was too stuffy and a bit suffocating. You were nervous for his questioning, like he was a detective asking you, a criminal, if you had done the murder.

Lucifer didn’t look at you for a moment, instead stared at the table, tapping his fingers on the edge. Then he stopped, and looked up at you with intensity in those gorgeous eyes. “I can’t apologize enough for how stupid I was to not see you when you first came here. Despite the spell, even so.”

You frowned. “Oh, Luci—”

He kept going. “But I don’t understand why you didn���t tell me. I need to know. Why did you leave? What happened to make you leave?”

You knew the question would come. Still you were not prepared for it. “I just… it’s hard to say why. There were lots of reason.” Lies. Only one: him.

He always saw right through you. Narrowing eyes spoke of that. “You’re not being truthful with me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He paused. His tone seemed lighter next he spoke, “Did you at least have a happy life?”

That was just like the brothers’ question. “I did…mostly.”

“Hm. Tell me more. I want to hear about your life, what I missed.”

“You do?” you whispered.

“Of course. Unless you don’t want to tell me. You’ve changed so much since I last saw you.”

“In a good way, or bad?”

He chuckled. “A bit of both, I think.”

You smiled. “Okay.” You thought about everything you’d been through, and decided to start off with a high note. “There was a stretch of years where I lived in a small town by the sea. Everyone knew everyone, and there was kindness all around. My favorite thing to do was fly over the water in the moonlight. The ocean breeze and the smell of salt air was amazing.” You inhaled like you were there, and he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheek. You held in a whimper. “I had to leave at one point, when the kids started to become adults and I stayed the same as I was.”

“That must’ve been difficult to do over and over. Establish relationships and then leave.”

You nodded, and sighed. “It had to be done…”

“I do have to wonder… why you didn’t become Human once your arrival on the surface world. You have no Halo but you do have wings, and celestial magic… It’s against all that Heaven stood for.”

You had wondered it yourself many times. But then you had other things to worry about, like your pretend human life. Evolving with them, learning and teaching, building relationship and ending them many times over. It was fun and fantastic and everything you never had dreamed of when you first left. So, only for a few short moments did you ponder that question Lucifer asked, and replied back.

“I did wonder but… I wouldn’t be able to find any answers. I had too much to do.”

Lucifer smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

Your heart clenched. “You—you are?”

“I am. You’ve done amazing things in your life. I couldn’t have wished for anything better. Losing all these years with you…” He frowned. “I will admit thinking about how much time I’ve spent here, with my memories of you gone… That I didn’t have the strength to break free.”

“You couldn’t have known,”

“While that’s true, I still hate it.”

“And so, now that I have you here with me, I will make the best of it. We will together.”

Together. Just not the way you wanted.

Perhaps, in time, maybe some years in the future, you would be brave enough to finally speak up. But right now wasn’t the best time. Or you could just be a true coward to your own feelings. You had a stray thought of ‘what it this was hurting Lucifer more than telling him would be?’

“I promise you, my dear, if I were to ever see Michael again…” And Lucifer’s forehead glowed where his black triangle usually lay, dark clouds forming the shape but not fully changing him. “…I’ll kill him.”

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Life was back to normal. Only, it was better. Truth was out, and a freedom of the soul with it. You were truly able to be you, at least in the way you looked. Sure, your wings were still tucked away but you knew they weren’t a secret to be hidden away anymore.

The first day you were told you could fly again, you shot out of bed that very morning and, after breakfast, ran to the courtyard. It was a beautiful Devildom day, no clouds, not too hot or cold, and the winds were just right.

“She’s gonna fly! Everyone, come and see her wings!” Mammon shouted.

There was the sound of a stampede and before you knew it, the entirety of the House of Lamentation was there, and Purgatory Hall even somehow ended up.

You were very nervous. It had been months since you’d flown. But you knew it was going to be as easy as getting back on a bicycle as the humans say.

“Go on, dearie, we know you’re going to be beautiful. Spread your wings and fly~” Asmo shouted.

You grinned at him, and heard everyone else shout out words of encouragement. It was honestly really sweet. Luke was jumping up and down, waving his arms. He hadn’t gotten wings yet so he was super excited.

Satan didn’t have wings so he wasn’t as cheery, but he still gave you a soft smile and told you to go for it.

Then, lastly, you heard Lucifer speak. He wasn’t shouting like the others, but your focused hearing caught his words. “Fly, just as you used to: with passion.”

So with that, you changed, wings sprouting out like fireworks of white bursting open, and like a rocket you shot up into the sky. There was cheering and screaming, but as you went higher, soaring around the clear skies, you could only hear the wind rushing in your ears, and your heart pounding. The pure delight in flying never would leave you.

The sky wasn’t just yours for long. You looked to your left and saw Asmodeus’ bat wings flapping as he twirled in circles. He looked majestic, and you saw he had his hair pinned back with clips. He winked and flew a bit lower, and you laughed.

Mammon flew past you in a burst of speed, the back winds hitting you hard but you steadied yourself. “Hey, slow down!” you teased.

He stuck out his tongue from in front of you, and circled you once. “No way, you’re so slow,” he shouted with a stupid grin before speeding ahead.

You laughed at them. This was so much fun. You shut your eyes for a moment, feeling the wind in your face, rustling your hair. Your wings ached gloriously. The tickling of it against your feathers. It was pure magic.

“Always with your head in the clouds.”

You saw Lucifer then, full form, four wings dark and incredible behind him. His hair looked perfect in the wind, and he eased up next to your right and kept pace.

“I know,” you said with a smile. “I do my best thinking here.”

“Well, then, next time a test comes up, please go flying first.”

You laughed. “All right, but only if you come with me?”

He smiled. “Of course, dove.”

You hummed. You moved away a bit, and twirled once, giggling, and found his gaze softened. “Why did you call me that? You used to when I was younger, and you also did when I first came here. I don’t know why, when you were under that spell…”

He slowed his speed a bit until he stopped, and you had to circle back to meet him. The two of you thousands of feet above the Devildom ground, floating in the air.

“It’s quite the conundrum isn’t it?” He paused. “Memories don’t just vanish. These spells can’t remove a memory, only cloak it, and hide it away. So it’s always there, somewhere in your mind, waiting to resurface again.”

You frowned. He was sort of right. It was like when you worked as a temp nurse in a hospital, and the coma patients eventually got their memory back with time and patience.

Suddenly, Lucifer smiled at you, like a Morningstar of darkness. “I suppose a part of me just… couldn’t forget you.”

What? Your wings fumbled a bit in astonishment, and he reached out to grab at your upper arms. There was a large frown on his face and his brow was furrowed. “Steady. You’re stronger now but I think it’s time to head back down.”

You said nothing, only let him lead you both to the ground. Everyone gathered around and you were brought out of your head to them patting your arms and saying how amazing you were.

A part of you was still stuck on what just was said, but you pulled yourself together. “Thanks everyone! I want to fly with all of you soon.”

You looked at Satan, who was frowning. He sighed. So you walked to him and took his hand. He blushed. “The two of us can do something else, or if you want I can take you flying?”

He shook his head. “No thank you. I’m not a fan of… heights…” He smiled. “But I appreciate it.”

Belphie made a soft noise. “I want extra naps on your lap as compensation.”

You chuckled. “Easily done, Belphie.”

Levi frowned from beside Satan. “What about me?”

You took his hand next, to which he panicked externally and internally, and said the same thing to him.

Levi stuttered a bit, “W-w-well we can go swimming instead. I know a lake that’s perfect this time of year where you can rent tube floats nearby and there’s a really cool waterfall that makes rainbows.”

You nodded. “Sounds perfect. Speaking of water, I’m thirsty so I’m going to grab a drink.”

Leaving them behind, you went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, downed it, and exhaled. You placed your hands on the marble countertop and scrunched your nose while you thought.

‘a part of me just… couldn’t forget you.’

Did Lucifer love you? As more than a… friend? Was it possible? Those words seemed to have an underlying meaning to them, you were almost positive. Because if he did love you, he would say so, right? He was Pride, but wouldn’t love overcome that tenfold?

You laughed aloud, and shook your head. “I’m an idiot. Of course he doesn’t.”

Still, those words echoed in your head all day and night, even appearing in your dreams. Haunting or teasing, you were not sure.

But when you woke up to a new family, you shoved that part away. You had to put the past where it belonged: the past. You were home, Michael could not get you here, and you were safe to live your life as you chose. And you chose to live it to the fullest.

[dragonofthedepths]

76/100 (15th of August 2021)

Male MC is named Henry 14.8.21 Leviathan-centric. He basically gets an actual real-life Henry dumped in his lap who might as well be straight outta the books

Got split into two;

Becoming the Lord of Shadows 15.8.21 Leviathan’s real life Henry is more than happy to encourage him to become a real life Lord of Shadows. Just Leviathan working towards self-actualization.

Fish Outta Water (and Into the Sea Serpent’s Lair) 15.8.21 Henry gets reverse isekai-ed out of the books and into the modern world, he confusedly struggles through that for only about a month before he is abruptly summoned into the Devildom for Diavolo’s exchange program with no warning. The Greedy Fool, his Shadow’s Shadow, the Wrathful Mask, the Lusted Lecher, the Gluttonous Fly, the Slothful Empty, the Proud Corrupt. (What Henry refers to the brothers as in his internal monologue, even if he uses their names out loud.)

It takes a while before someone hands him a sword. It takes much less time for everyone to realize he won’t be relinquishing said sword for love nor money.

Simeon keeps staring at him with no small amount of alarm

‘Oh,’ he thinks, his thoughts echoing strangely even in his own head, ‘that’s why Simeon is always staring at me so weirdly. To anyone else I could be coincidence, but the author knows his own characters.’

He confronts Simeon about it bc he’s worried about his versions of people back home

Simeon has no freaking clue, he’s been freaking out about Henry being here since the very first time he saw him

Simeon might be becoming a god

Simeon is technically Henry’s father the same way the God is the angels’ father

Simeon is having an existential crisis

(76/100) Written/posted for the #100daysofwriting challenge by @the-wip-project

[monsterkissed]

Give me "absurd boys split the party" (your wip names are Killing me, excellent naming convention)

"absurd boys" is the file name i chose for "being no one, going nowhere" for reasons that i can no longer remember and may never have existed in the first place! there are a Lot of them now, bc i make a fresh document every time the one i am working on gets. too long to load fast on gdocs any more.

here's a lil sample of the latest chapter under the cut! (it's completely unedited so all the usual apologies apply)

A little story from the past…

“Hello there!”

Doppio did not appear to notice the cheerful greeting, staring intently as he was at a set of little silver cufflinks sitting in a glass case. They were shaped like turtles, and Diavolo had been considering risking another call just to instruct him not to purchase them. He’d given him instructions to buy them some attire that would blend in a little better with the population, and nobody they had met thus far had been sporting gaudy chelonian accessories.

They had been in Naples for two weeks, and that was long enough for Diavolo to begin to appreciate just how little his upbringing had prepared him for founding a life of criminal extravagance. 

Information they had plenty of; that was not the problem. Crime was exciting and people loved to gossip. Sometimes Doppio couldn’t even move fast enough to slip the bribe into a target’s hand before they would start babbling about every local tragedy or incident of corruption that could be traced back to some glorified street gang. It was instruction that was sparse. Infuriatingly, the primary strategy for becoming a powerful figure in the underworld appeared to be strikingly similar to the rules governing the same in the overworld: Know the right people, preferably with a few direct blood ties here and there. Making friends and influencing people. Networking. 

It was a horror he had never anticipated, and before the day was through he would be face to face with another, far too close for comfort.

“Looking for something? Can I interest you in- Hello?”

Doppio continued to make no sign of having heard the sales pitch, his eyes instead sliding over to a lapel pin in the shape of a large, amethyst-encrusted gecko in a way that made Diavolo nervous.

[crabmono]

The Merman

(A WIP of my own mc *a siren mc* and the om! boys. I need more ideas for this concept tbh)

Third-born brother, Avatar of Envy, Leviathan.

Outside of schooling and meals, Leviathan typically spent his time in his bedroom. He'd play games, or watch anime, or do anything a typical otaku would do. He'd settle in right by his aquarium, listening to the sounds of the water if he didn't have something else to enjoy. This was how he spent his days.

Though, today, something was off. 

There in his aquarium, a creature stood out to him amongst the fish. A long, white and orange fishtail with green fins. That's unusual. Did someone find him a new fish? Henry couldn't have grown into that in the span of one school day, so.. what is that? 

Leviathan stared at the creature that had its back turned. He found it odd, not only did it have the long tail which resembled a koi fish, but it seemed to have a lot of reddish brown… hair? Was that hair?? 

The creature seemed to be running a hand under, of all things, Henry. The goldfish seemed just fine, in fact he wasn't at all scared. He seemed playful, in fact.

The goldfish swam around, even playing through the long creature's hair, before turning Leviathan's way. Within a moment, the creature, too, turned.

Leviathan let out a small gasp.

It almost looked human.

Brown hair and even eyebrows, plump lips and a button nose. Though, it's red eyes looked a little odd. The spot where one's eyes would be white was, instead, black. It also had scale patches of varying colors all over it's skin.

At the sight of Leviathan, the creature suddenly dashed, hiding itself somewhere where it wouldn't be visible. Leviathan stood in disbelief. He looked down and crossed his arms, letting out a sigh. 

"Now what is that? And who put it in my tank?"

Shrugging, Leviathan settled into his chair and decided to worry about things later. 

About an hour passed when a knock at the door distracted Levi from his game.

He looked up and tugged off one headphone with eyes that could kill.

"Levi." 

The eldest brother, Avatar of Pride, Lucifer. He stood in the doorway with brows arched upward. 

"Have you seen Kiyoshi?"

Levi sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Was I supposed to go see him?"

"No, but we can't find him anywhere. Asmodeus had gone to his room to ask for something and he wasn't there. I haven't seen anything and he's not picking up his d.d.d." 

"Try again." Levi said, looking back to his computer. 

Lucifer shook his head, but hey, worth a shot. He pulled up Kiyoshi's contact information and hit 'call.'

…..

and his ringtone could be heard.

"So he is in here. Leviathan, why are you lying to me?"

Levi looked over, staring at a wall. "... what?" He looked down. ".. I thought that sound was.. that explains why I kept hearing music.." 

"Where is he?"

".. I don't.. know..?" Levi said, taking his headphones off. He stood from his chair and walked around, before finding the ringing device under a set of neatly folded pajamas. 

Kiyoshi's. 

"Wait, what?" 

Leviathan stared at the pajama set with huge eyes. 

Lucifer, on the other hand, was fuming. 

"I don't understand. I thought you two had been getting along."

"But we have.."

"If anything serious has happened, Lord Diavolo will not be pleased." 

"Lucifer, I'm serious." Levi said with a raised voice. "I don't know why his stuff is in here." 

Off in a corner of the aquarium, the creature Leviathan had seen sat under a good camouflage, watching everything unfold. 

Shit. 

Shit shit shit.

This was not good. 

How could he get out now? And especially that the brothers will question things when he is able to get out.

Why didn't his alarm go off? One hour, that's all. Yet, now he sat having to conceal himself from the two demons in the room.

This is really bad.

".. By the way," Leviathan said, glancing over to his tank. "Who got me a new fish?"

Lucifer huffed. "I don't understand how that could possibly be important right now."

"No, seriously. It's the most unique thing I've ever seen. Who got the new fish??"

With a sigh, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. "Levi. This isn't important."

"No, look!"

Unlucky for the hiding creature, the last few inches of it's fin and tail stuck out enough to be visible.

With a groan, Lucifer glanced over. 

… huh. That's definitely odd. 

He stepped closer to the tank, taking a closer look. "Now that you mention it, that does look unique." He said. ".. though we truly shouldn't be looking at this right now. Levi-"

"Do you know who got it?"

".. no. I don't."

Levi humphed, pulling out his D.D.D. He pulled up the groupchat with his brothers.

Leviathan: who put the new fish in my tank?

Mammon: the hell are ya talkin about? What new fish?? 

Mammon: Also is Key in your room???

Levithan: uh no. his stuff is though. super weird, idk lol

Asmodeus: His stuff is in there? Why?

Leviathan: k look idk. dont ask me ask him

Mammon: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO???

Belphegor: he's not in the attic.

Leviathan: ok seriously who got the fish. 

Leviathan: satan???

Satan: No, I haven't purchased any fish for anything.

Asmodeus: what fish?

Beelzebub: that sounds good

Leviathan: not cooking it. 

Leviathan: it's like a koi fish but really big. and it looks a lot like a person too. but the whites of its eyes are black

Satan: What? Wait, I'm coming there. I want to see. 

Lucifer: We should focus on finding Kiyoshi.

Only a few minutes went by when Satan appeared.

"Levi, I want to see this fish." He said, walking up to the aquarium.

Leviathan shrugged. "It's not in the same place anymore. I can't see it." He said, tilting his head. "What suddenly got you interested anyway?"

"I don't know how, but I think you may have a siren in your tank."

… Levi paused. "Huh???" 

"I'm dead serious." Satan walked up to the tank, glancing around the area. ".. I want to see it." 

"I told you I don't see the-" 

The sudden flash of white and orange caught them both by surprise. 

The creature still tried to hide, but Satan caught a glimpse of the face. 

".. definitely. The black sclera is a token sign." He turned to Levi. "How did you get it?"

Levi groaned. "Have I not explained this enough?? I don't know!" 

[twiceasfrustrating]

I posted 1,473 times in 2022

That's 770 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (28%)

1,062 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,400 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#obey me - 597 posts

#obey me fanart - 420 posts

#ask - 182 posts

#twst fanart - 171 posts

#writing - 133 posts

#obey me simeon - 129 posts

#twisted wonderland - 115 posts

#anon - 92 posts

#obey me lucifer - 74 posts

#mindless aside - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i'll always assume this is always done in bad faith bc literally whats the big issue with making the characters actually look their color

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey! Anyone want a wip I will probably never finish, but it's too long to just never post? Take it and know I had plans but my dumb brain said 'no'.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Diavolo, F!MC

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), AU, yandere, blood, murder, demon summoning, very demonic Diavolo,

Summary: You were supposed to be the sacrifice, but now you have no idea what's happening...

Word Count: 2314

You should have been terrified of the darkness, of the eyes that peered at you through the shadows just beyond the circle in which you'd been spread out like a starfish and bound so tightly the ropes pulled at your joints. Maybe you were just too tired to be afraid or maybe you didn’t care what was about to happen to you; life was a series of disappointments and tragedies and it seemed it would laugh at you one last time before it kicked you to the curb.

You pulled at the ropes that kept you in place, secured by one of those many hooded figures that now lied scattered around the floor in a puddle of their own viscera and fluids you didn’t even want to think about. It smelled almost as disgusting as it looked, but the sight of someone’s head completely detached from shoulders won out in the disturbing factor.

The hulking figure framed by shadows stalked closer to you, blood dripping from his clawed fingers and monstrous fangs glistening in the light of a distant candle that was flickering its last. If there was one good thing about this situation, it was that whatever that thing was had started with everyone else so you could enjoy watching them be torn to shreds; they deserved it. Now, however, it seemed to be your turn to feel those claws and terrible teeth tear through you like wet paper. 

You closed your eyes and braced for the inevitable as that thing kneeled down beside your head, golden eyes focused solely on you. You only caught a glimpse of it before you shut out the world around you; inhumanly long limbs and too many eyes across its body to count; movements that jittered like a bird trying to keep its eye on a fox darting from here to there and bones that creaked with each twitch; black horns stained red at the base and four black wings so large that they looked as if they could swallow up the sky; black fur covered his body is all places but the red hair that ran from its head to down his spine; all the while it jingled with each motion as the golden jewelry hanging off it clattered and clanged.

Time seemed to freeze as you waited for death to claim you, but nothing came. Nothing aside from the feeling of one of your strained arms finally being able to relax as something above you snapped. You slowly blinked your eyes open, glancing upward to where the creature hovered over the other rope and swiped at it with its claw to break the binding before moving down to your legs to do the same.

Once you were free, the creature stared at you, still kneeling down as it jittered and creaked. Its hands reached toward you, placing claws against your cheeks with a kind of gentleness you could not imagine; as if you were ancient porcelain.

It opened its mouth slowly, fangs clashing together as it tried to speak in a voice so deep you felt it reverberate in your chest, “You… called…”

You laid completely motionless as its hands ventured lower, running small tears in the fabric of your clothing as it went.

"I… came…" Its main set of eyes stayed transfixed on you, but the others darted in every which way to look at the bodies scattered about, "They're… gone…"

Your throat felt dry as words refused to come, but his hands still wandered as if it was looking for something.

"Where… is... it…"

"Where is... what?" You finally manage to ask, the panic making you dizzy and brazen.

Each of his eyes focused on you again, head snapping to the side as if confused by your question, "I came… answered you… you keep me… here… I claim you…" 

You pushed your feet against the ground, trying to slide out from under the creature. The fear and shock in your eyes drew it in, making it examine and follow you more closely.

"You're… afraid…"

You didn't know what to do aside from nod and affirm its statement.

"I won't… harm you…" It reached out its bloody claw and you shirked away. It looked so hurt by your reaction.

It was only natural that prey be afraid of its predator, but the creature hadn't shown you a single shred of hostility since it arrived. If anything, it was going out of its way to be gentle with you. 

"One year… I give… you…" It drew closer yet again, this time letting its long, thick tongue roll out of its mouth and taking kitten licks at your cheek as you sat motionless in panic, "We are one… I… wait…"

Then, it stood upright in its entirety so you could see that its knees were backward as it stalked closer to one of the bodies that still lay in puddles of gore on the floor. One large, clawed hand stabbed into the torso of one of the robed figures and came out holding onto a squishy, dark red lump of meat which it proceeded to bring to its mouth. You turned away before you could see what happened next, scurrying to your feet and running as fast as you could up the stairs and through the winding corridors of the building you were in. There were moments where you thought you'd be trapped forever as you found hallways that went around in circles, but you eventually found the exit.

You cursed your luck, not knowing where you were going and having had your cellphone, wallet, and keys taken by those creeps before they'd tied you to the ground. Getting home was going to be a nightmare and a half, plus it was late so most places were going to be closed by now. Maybe you could walk into a police station and pretend to be drunk enough that they'd offer to call someone for you. Or maybe they'd stick you in a holding cell until morning so you could at least sleep indoors.

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#4

My running theory is that Yuu (player) actually is twisted in the same way as the other characters. They are the twisted version of a role that each and every fairytale has: the narrator.

Yuu is constantly standing to the side, unable to do anything but watch the events unfold and direct the audience to it. They can lead the story down a path, but they cannot be a full participant in it (they don't fight or do the twistunes -- but characters always mention that Yuu was guiding them through it).

237 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

Would you write something about Mc biting the brothers? Like Mc gives them lovebites

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: Play Biting, mildly suggestive, fluff

A/N: Yeah… human bites ain’t doing anything to a demon, so this is pretty much the equivalent of a puppy noming on an adult finger before the teeth come in.

Lucifer

Oh? Is this what humans consider cute? It takes quite a bit of bravery to think one can get away with something like that, especially with a demon like Lucifer. Perhaps he should teach them a lesson, one that will teach them exactly what it means to be bitten. There's no need to squirm now, he's simply returning what has been given.

Mammon

Did they just bite him?!??!? What kind of form of affection is that? He was just minding his own business when they came up and sunk their teeth into him. But… if they aren't precious looking with their tiny human teeth trying to nibble at his strong demonic skin.

No, he's not blushing and secretly loving this! Why would you think that?! He's just ignoring it because they're so determined and he's nice!

….

And because he loves them and will accept any strange form of affection they have to give.

Leviathan

Moe! It's so moe when they bite him! He could die of happiness right there. More. Please bite him more and prove that he’s loved so deeply. He can’t believe how much he loves them biting him. He loves it even more when they kiss the spots they’ve bitten. He is not going to make it to tomorrow. He’s going to die right there and there will be a smile on his face when they find his body.

Satan

What are they doing? He is so confused it isn’t even funny. This is supposed to be romantic in what context, exactly? Sweet, sweet MC, these are things that are far more romantic than biting the object of your affections. Satan would be more than happy to give them a hands-on demonstration of just a few.

Asmodeus

Is so offended when MC bites him. He works hard to take care of himself and now they are threatening to break his skin and give him scars??? He doesn’t care if it’s a form of endearment, he’s not amused! He needs to take care of this before he's left with an ugly mark he can never get rid of.

Oh, don't pout like that. He's sorry. Come here and let him show you much better ways to let someone know you love them. 💕

Beelzebub

Are they hungry? Why would they bite him otherwise? It's a form of affection? Oh… he kind of gets it, if only because he thinks of it the same way he bites into good food. Except they aren't trying to eat him… are they?

He thinks the biting is sweet once he understands it. He won't bite back (have you seen his teeth?) but he understands the love in the action. He adores his little human so much. They can nibble all they want. 😊

Belphegor

Beel bites harder. The way they do it is almost kind of cute. Why isn't it? Because all biting him did was make him want to return the favor and nip at parts of them until they are covered in marks.

Don't fret. They can always get revenge and add a couple more to him.

419 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

Hello! Could you plz do where the Obey Me brothers react to their mate (MC) getting hurt and them getting protective over their mate? Its ok if no. :)

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mamm, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: fluff, violence, demons being demons, mates

A/N: Bet you thought I was never going to do this. Bet you forgot you even sent it. Well, the truth is I just got stuck and have been staring at the wip for way too long. 😔

Since you said mate, I am presuming something deeper than an s/o. Something deep and primal that tickles their instincts and base nature.

Lucifer

Politics are a nasty thing, especially between demons. The fact that Lucifer chose a human mate of all possible candidates made it even worse. You were already facing backlash simply being the exchange student from the human world, but now you were a giant target for the demons that hated Lucifer as well.

You can't go on social media without seeing hundreds of messages about your lowly human status, your weakness, how well you must have trained Lucifer, or comments about how easy it would be to break you in two. It's a minefield of harassment, the kind that Lucifer warns you not to look at. You keep doing it though. You really don't have a choice given how it's shoved in your face.

Eventually, he has enough and takes your phone to stop you from looking at the disgusting comments being flung at you. The pure hurt and agony in your face tells a story of just how terrible some of the comments are.

He will scoop you up into his arms and refuse to let you go as he sits you down in his lap. He will only ever be this openly soft and gentle with you, his mate. He will stroke your head and play an album to help you go to sleep. So many of his albums are cursed and this one is no exception. It puts you to sleep, finally able to take your mind off of all those terrible rumors and attacks.

While you sleep, he will have to look into who has been upsetting you so much. It may be time to remind the entire Devildom why he is the first lord and that attacking his mate is the same as attacking him; a mistake that will only be made once.

Mammon

Tripped going up the stairs? Broke your arm falling off your bike? Got a paper cut? You have a nasty black eye? It doesn't matter what the injury is, he will be there the moment you are even mildly hurt. He kisses each place that hurts with reverence, willing away the pain you may feel. His devotion to you is unwavering and complete.

No injury is too small for his undivided attention as he takes you into his arms and wraps you up like his most precious treasure. You are his mate, absolutely perfect. He would drop to his knees just to worship you the way he should.

In his care, you will never truly be hurt. He would never allow you to be.

Leviathan

Being a demon's mate is special. Their devotion belongs to you in its entirety the moment you become their mate, and Levi is no exception. He’s not usually outgoing, preferring to stay by himself with just you as company and making passive-aggressive comments about normies he doesn’t like, but when someone shoves you aside walking down the street? You’ve never seen Levi get so angry.

His hands are on the other person’s throat near instantly, the growl coming from his throat reminding you of the fearsome creature he really is. It’s so easy to forget because he’s usually on the more shy and quiet side, but he is the admiral of hell’s navy and that position comes with expectations.

No matter how you plead and beg for him to maintain his rationality, your words don’t reach him. His mate has been insulted and shoved aside like trash, and he can’t stand it. He is envy and want by his very nature, but he doesn’t have to want for you. You are already his, and that which is his should never be slighted. You’ve seen the passion with which he defends his fictional favorites, haven’t you? If the person that shoved you is lucky, they will know how hard it is to walk away when they have several broken bones. If they aren’t, well, death would be a mercy for them.

He expects praise after he’s defended you. He did good, right? You always seem to like the overly protective love interests in the anime you watch. Surely you can’t admire those traits more in a fictional man than you do your own mate, right? He’d hate to envy someone who isn’t real.

Satan

Ah! You’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt, haven’t you? It’s okay, he’ll take care of it. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do if you came to him with a scraped-up knee (or worse). Even the most major of injuries is treated with a straight face as he patches you up like all you did was stub your toe.

His wrath is for fools and those who do not deserve to exist. He hasn’t a spark in him directed at you or your own clumsiness. Although, he may find the exact piece of furniture you hurt yourself on and throw it into a woodchipper.

It doesn’t matter though. You are safe for now and you are his and he will keep you safe from even your own two left feet.

Asmodeus

Oh, darling… You should know better by now than to be so careless with who you speak to. Demons are nasty, double-speaking creatures that don’t concern themselves with who they hurt. You are his mate, though, and hurting you is unforgivable. People often forget that there are many types of lust in this world; the kind he has for you and the kind he has for those who make you cry.

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533 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Demon Marriage

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

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

Additional Tags: GN!MC, no dialogue, marriage, poetic language

Summary: Marriage is something done across all of the realms, but it means something different for all of them. For demons, marriage is more than a promise; it is a ritual with long last effects that change who you are.

A/N: I had an idea… I framed it as a story unfolding between all of our demon boys because I couldn't decide who to use and I didn't want to be 100% vague.

Word Count: 1211

The ceremonies are ancient and traditions are followed to the very last letter. For demons, marriage isn't merely a promise of 'til death do you part, but a contract forged in blood and carried past the bounds of time. No matter how many times you or they may pass and leave this life behind, you will find each other in the next; two souls weaved together as one reaching out for the other until they meet once again. But, of course, such a strong bond requires the deepest and oldest of magics to forge it; that is the basis of demonic marriage.

The ceremonies were never made for humans but you participate all the same, pushing yourself to your limits as each action shows devotion, shows that you two are far beyond lovers, shows that you and he are already one soul between two bodies.

Lucifer

He presses his lips against each of your knuckles in turn. It's not part of the ceremony, but the way his eyes glance up try to assure you that everything will be alright. Even as your face is painted with nerves, Lucifer is calm. He's been waiting far too long to find you among the sea of souls; to find the match that would be his. Go as slow as you need, but – as one of those many human idioms goes – he will not allow you to develop cold feet and leave him at the altar just before he finally has the soul he's always wanted in his grasp.

Mammon

You're busy speaking to everyone who had gathered as one of your witnesses when he grips your hand tightly in his own, feigning confidence even as you feel him tremble. Without allowing you another moment of distraction, he tugs you away from the onlookers who gathered to witness the melding of two souls. This part is done alone, and Mammon doesn't have the patience to wait or let others stand in his way. He drags you away from everyone else, the very edges of his ears flushed as he pulls you away from all prying eyes. For just this one moment, you will be his and no others. All of your attention shall be on him and his everything will be focused solely on you.

Leviathan

He comes to a stop when everything around you has gone quiet; not even the wind to whisper in your ears as it fails to blow. This place is sacred to demons, where magic pools and gathers in the realm itself only to flow out and between each of the others. In this place everything, nothing, eternity, and entropy all meet and wrap around one another. In this place, you let all of existence that has been, is, and shall be see you and Levi come together. Hesitation twinkles in his eyes, the doubt that you truly understand what you are agreeing to bubbling up to the surface. You, against the rites and rituals, reach out to cup his cheek in your hand, smiling at him and speaking to begin the ceremony.

Satan

There are words to be recited, inviting the magic of the realm to reach deep into your bones and coil around your everything until it pulls you apart and puts you back together. To have one's soul rendered, torn, mauled, mixed with another's, and stitched back together is the first step; to feel the white-hot passion of his wrath and the calm cool fire of his discipline brush up against your very being and leave marks everywhere it touches. It's painful. As much as you thought you had prepared, there was no preparation for being broken down from so deep inside. Even so, you must continue.

Asmodeus

Your face burns up as you stare deep into Asmo's eyes. His beautiful smile is full of admiration as he struggles to hide the bitter agony you know he is also feeling as the same pain rushes through him. Only for someone he loved as much as himself would he tolerate such suffering. He raises his hand, fingers shaking as he musters through the pain. You meet his hand with your own. Then he moves his hand and you copy him. Again, he moves and you copy. Your head tilts to the side and he matches you. His leg moves back and so does yours. For each move one of you makes the other repeats.

Beelzebub

You aren't sure when it happens, but your movements stop being a simple mimicry of his own and begin to match his in time. Your body feels heavy, like it is suddenly much bigger; so powerful that it may crush you from the sheer intensity, but it doesn't. Beel's body matches yours beat for beat, holding you together as his eyes smile down at you. He matches strength with grace, then vice versa again and again until you can no longer tell which of you is keeping the other from falling apart.

Belphegor

Your mirror dance ends as your fingers intertwine with his, both of you pressing against each other, your souls trying to return to one another despite being trapped inside all too mortal flesh. In him, you have lost yourself. In him, you have found everything. Yet, somehow, you know that you still have more to discover. Wherever he is, you shall find him because he is you and you are him. Two made one across the limited space of the universe; ancient stardust melding together after millions of years drifting do far apart. Both yourselves and each other and something new. He grabs you by the hand and brings you back to the end of you and he; the beginning of your now.

Diavolo

When the two of you present yourselves in front of each of your witnesses, there is a pregnant silence. It's been a long time since a ruler of the Devildom tied their soul to another, and the first time ever it had been to a human. No one was sure it would work, but with your heritage and powers they took the gamble. And, as you stand in front of everyone else for them to behold what you and he have become, you know that you will stand before them time and time again. Perhaps in different forms, different faces and experiences, but always as the other half of their future king.

Barbatos

He's a patient demon, as one should be when all of time is laid bare before him. He staves off the tedium by looking through doorway after doorway into the past. Always a different dance, but the same partner who knows exactly how he plans to move. It's a rhythm neither can forget no matter how much time passes or how much the world around them changes. Even when you change the tempo, he still moves with you. He can feel you somewhere in the distance; a soul adrift and wandering. You'll find your way back to another life when you're ready. You will be you all the same, no matter the changes. And, when it is time, he and you will find each other. You and he shall not be yourselves, but something beyond what a singular person ever could be.

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