#though if he loves you I think Barbatos would be more inclined to just ask you to keep his secret

[misc-obeyme]

Yeah, sure. MC is a human and overall couldn't be considered a threat to demons. Unless they know secrets they shouldn't. For instance if for whatever reason you want to freak barbatos out or have him question a few things simply say 'i know what you used to do. I know how you used your powers and that's part of the reason you're serving him.' and then simply walk away, change subjects, or go quiet.

I honestly don't know much about diavolo but even if I did I wouldn't use it because I'd feel bad.

Bows for barb

Ah so tormenting Barb is okay, but you draw the line at Dia.

Yeah, that sounds right lol.

Anyway, I suppose it depends on how concerning the demons find those secrets to be. Like if they're really worried you're gonna spill the beans or something, they might just get a little crazy and go full demon on you.

It would probably depend on your relationship with them. I think if you were in a romantic situation, they'd be less inclined to threaten you. But if you were platonic or just acquaintances or something, they'd probably get really aggressive about it.

Barbatos isn't easily shaken, but if you said something along those lines, he might get a little scary. I mean he's super powerful. He might already know a spell to alter your memories and if he doesn't he can go find one. If he was really truly concerned about you knowing his secrets, he might go that far. Or he might just subtly threaten you...

Like if you're in the kitchen & he's chopping vegetables & he just gets that creepy smile of his... he looks at you all normal but suddenly the chopping gets more intense lol.

I'm just saying, I think you're taking a risk!

[mgmoments]

Growing Into Your Own

Diavolo | Obey Me!

Muscle growth, muscle worship, macro

Warning, NSFW

Your time spent with Diavolo was always some of your favorite. When you first arrived, little did you realize that the Lord of the Devildom would quickly become not only one of your closest friends, but even something a little more.

It wasn't uncommon for Diavolo to summon you to his opulent home for coffee, tea, or simply to spend the evening talking with you. Barbatos never seemed to mind the extra company, likely because it was good for the Master of the house to have someone else to talk to. That, and you were fairly good about cleaning up after yourself.

Today was no different. Diavolo had summoned you to his office to chat while he finished paperwork. Something seemed slightly off, however. You were never really one to notice the smaller details, but you couldn't help but take note at every time Diavolo tugged at his collar or attempted to pull his sleeves down.

"Dia, is something wrong? You've been tugging at your suit a ton since I got here," you asked, curious. He simply smiled.

"Ah, no no. Nothing's wrong. It's just...a touch tight. I suppose Barbatos must have shrunk it in the wash!"

"I assure you, I did not such thing Master Diavolo," Barbatos stated, entering the room to refill Diavolo's tea. "There is...another matter of concern. Perhaps our guest should depart so we might discuss this matter privately?"

Diavolo seemed ready to protest, but a sharp glance from Barbatos quieted him before he had the chance. He sighed. "I suppose it is getting late. I'll see you again tomorrow, yes? We can have one of those 'slumber parties' you said humans like to have!"

You laughed, but Diavolo simply beamed his bright smile. With no reason to protest, you gathered your things and headed back to the House of Lamentation. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly the two needed to discuss, however. Even more confusing is how it could possibly be related to Diavolo's clothing being tight.

"I'll be Barbatos just didn't wanna admit he messed up in front of ya," Mammon said at dinner that night. "Dude's obsessed with perfection, he just didn't want ya to think he was anythin' less than perfect."

Mammon squealed as Lucifer smacked him in the back of the head with a rolled up paper.

"There is a good enough reason why they needed to discuss matters without a human present, Mammon. It has little to do with perfection. It simply is not their business, or yours for that matter."

"Then you know what they're talking about?" You asked, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't tell you even if he did know. The frown that settled on his face was answer enough.

"Unfortunately," he replied, "Whatever this issue is it is one they've decided does not concern me. It is worth stating that Diavolo has been complaining about his clothing for some time now, at least a week. I'm surprised that it just now became an actual issue. Regardless, we all need to keep our noses out of royal Devildom business. Am I understood?"

You and all the brothers gave a quick nod. Lucifer smiled, and dinner continued. Despite everything, you couldn't shove the issue out of your head. In a way it was almost exciting to think about all the possibilities. Your mind raced with theories as you drifted off to sleep.

You returned to Diavolo's castle later the next day, only to be greeted by the towering demon dressed in a dragon onesie.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning around to show off the fine details, "I heard that humans dress in fun nightwear for events such as these, so I had Barbatos make this special. Is it nice?"

"I love it, Dia," you said with a smile, laughing at Diavolo's antics, "It suits you. Though, I see you more as a teddy bear than a dragon myself."

Diavolo smiled, and wrapped you in a massive hug.

Demons, on average, were already larger than humans. Even the relatively short Mammon and Asmodeus were still both slightly taller than you. Large demons like Beel and Diavolo, however, towered over you. You always considered yourself lucky that they were so kind, because you could only wonder how things would be if these two titans decided to use their size against you.

Diavolo's strong hand enveloped your own as he led you to his home theater like am excited child. He gleefully informed you of all the movies and snacks he had planned for the two of you as you both settled down into massive beanbags. Your seat didn't last long, however, as you were soon sitting comfortably in Diavolo's lap with his arms wrapped around you.

You both sat in quiet comfort watching some cheesy romcom when you felt something throb beneath you. You were taken aback- Diavolo wasn't the type to be...like that. Then you felt it again, realizing that Diavolo's legs appeared to be tensing up. Looking up to him, you noticed him wincing slightly. A small groan escaped his lips.

"Dia...? Everything ok?"

"Y-yeah. I...I think my legs are asleep is all. Let me just...urgh....stand up."

You rose from Diavolo's lap as he rose to unsteady legs. You couldn't help but feel like he looked slightly larger than before. It was subtle, but it was almost as if his onesie had begun to cling to him where it had once hung off of him.

Diavolo groaned again and nearly stumbled over as Barbatos entered the room with a new tray of food. Barbatos quickly placed the tray down and rushed to his master's side to hold him up.

"Is Dia ok, Barbatos? He seems out of it."

"The Master has simply been overworking himself recently, that's all. Exhaustion is beginning to get to him."

"No, Barbatos," Diavolo groaned, "It's finally coming, I just can't hold it back any longer. We need to be honest with them. They'll find out soon enough anyway."

"..Very well," Barbatos said, turning towards you. Diavolo sat back down as Barbatos began to speak.

"Lord Diavolo, as you are well aware, is lord of the Devildom. It is more than a title. You may consider it...something like a race. He is unlike the other demons you've met here. He is far more powerful, not simply because of his station but because he is naturally more inclined towards power. Part of his natural aging involves what you humans could almost consider a second puberty, a period of time when he finally fully matures and can be considered ready to take the crown of the Devildom for his own."

"What does...what does that actually involve?" you asked, watching Diavolo breathe heavily in his seat.

"You may have noticed the young Master tugging at his clothing recently. It's been a slow process thus far, but part of this evolution involves Lord Diavolo increasing drastically in physical size. This is no longer common knowledge, but Lord Diavolo's father was large enough to completely fill this room. Lord Diavolo will likely be that size when this process is completed, and based on what we are currently seeing, the process will be completed tonight."

"Wait, hold on! You're saying Dia is gonna completely fill this room tonight? Sure he's big, but he's nowhere close to being that big."

"It will cease being a slow process soon enough. Lord Diavolo is entering the final stage, and it will all happen relatively quickly. I recommend-"

Before Barbatos could finish, Diavolo let out a large groan. Both you and Barbatos' eyes snapped towards the demon prince as his entire body began to tremble and pulsate. The sound of tearing fabric began to fill the room as Diavolo's body began to push outwards in all directions. The onesie struggled to hold on as Diavolo's body began to tear through it, each muscle increasing in size and thickness. His feet were first to break free, tearing away Diavolo's slippers with his toes curling in seeming pain. His arms and legs followed, his swelling biceps and thighs tearing through the cloth like it was merely tissue paper. As each second passed, Diavolo's body grew larger and large with more and more muscle packing onto his steadily taller frame. His groans slowly became moans. The process was clearly no longer painful.

Sure enough, Diavolo's cock broke free of his pants and flopped about in front of him, throbbing half-erect. He breathed heavily as pre began to drip from the tip, the cock continuing to grow with his body. You felt your cheeks grow hot, embarrassed to watch the obscene display but finding yourself aroused by the process.

"L-love," Diavolo panted, his horns and wings erupting from his head and back, "p...please..."

You looked to Barbatos who was nowhere to be seen. With no one to tell you otherwise, you climbed Diavolo's powerful thighs and placed yourself atop his expanding lap. You wrapped your own legs around his cock, the entire thing reaching up to your chin, and began to stroke it gently with both hands. You carefully ran both hands over the tanned skin, feeling every muscle and tendon in the cock with care before steadily picking up the pace. The cock stood at attention, and Diavolo's entire body shuddered in response. Without thinking you placed your mouth around the tip as best as you could, and began licking. Diavolo moaned in ecstasy as the cock throbbed with newfound power in your mouth. You felt the pressure within slowly build until it erupted outwards. Unable to remove your head in time, a large amout of Diavolo's seed found its way into your mouth before you were thrown backwards from the force of the eruption. The cock continued to let loose powerful stream after stream of semen until the room was nearly completely covered in it. When the stream finally abated, you felt the massive body beneath you begin to relax.

You, however, were not finished. You rose from the cock and began to admire the rest of Diavolo's newly massive body. You ran each hand over his powerful new muscles, tracing every curve and line and taking the time to appreciate every individual muscle. Diavolo's body shuddered again as you reached his chest and rubbed each of nipples. A small moan escaped his lips. Eventually he seemed satisfied with your worship, and cupped you in a massive hand. Next thing you knew, you were sitting on his palm in front of his movie screen sized face, his golden eyes looking at you with adoration.

"Are you ok, my little love? I hope this all didn't come as too much of a shock to you."

You simply smiled, and brought your lips to his. The two of you exchanged the closest thing to a kiss you could, Diavolo's lips nearly engulfing your entire head. You pulled back and smiled at one another.

"I would like to apologize for ruining our sleep over, my love. And for...my unseemly behavior. Please do not think worse of me for it, and please know that even now I will never do anything to hurt you."

You knew. You'd known for nearly a year now that Diavolo would never harm you. If nothing else, tonight had simply shown you how much he truly cared for you. Life moving forward would be different for you both, but you never were one for doing things the normal way. You settled down in Diavolo's warm palm as something deep within your body began to shudder...

[archived-kin]

you braid your favourite fire boy’s hair (and get indirectly confessed to, maybe)

note from kin: some of you may say that diluc is too calm and stoic to be an arsonist but i refuse to believe the man hasn't set a tiny bit of fire to kaeya’s house at some point or another

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, diluc, aether (mentioned), venti (mentioned)

pairing(s): diluc/reader

warning(s): none! (except, like, hair brushing and stuff? i don’t if that counts but i also don’t know what sort of trauma people have so,,, here’s the warning just in case)

genre: fluff

“How do you even manage your hair?”

Diluc shoots you a look over the bar as you lean forward on the counter. “What are you talking about?”

It’s another one of those nights where Mondstadt and the area around it is pretty quiet. Normally you’d be out doing commissions or just general favours for the public with your adventuring buddy Aether and his friend (pet? guardian fairy?) Paimon, but he’s been in Liyue for the last week or so helping Zhongli run some errands, and likely won’t be back for another few days. He had asked you whether you’d wanted to come with him - the two of you make a dynamic duo like no other, after all - but the last time you’d spent time with Zhongli, you’d ended up having to pay about ten thousand Mora in terms of expenses on his behalf. You love the guy, but he really grinds your gears with his inability to comprehend how basic currency works sometimes.

So off Aether had gone to Liyue, though not without promising to bring you back a Starconch or something in return for your offer to patrol his area for him in his absence, and you had stayed behind in Mondstadt, promising to let him know if anything about his missing twin sister comes up while he’s gone.

As much as you’d like to (mostly for poor Aether’s fragile sense of self worth), you can’t say it’s been a particularly difficult week without him in terms of work - you miss your friend, of course, but there haven’t really been any outstanding attacks in the area that you didn’t manage to take care of within the hour. The lack of disturbances also means that Mr Darknight Hero over there hasn’t had much to do either, so he’s spent most of the past few nights behind the bar - which means, of course, that you’ve been coming is much more often than usual to see him.

Angel’s Share is a bar by trade, so of course it’s open all night to any gracious patron looking for something to drink. More than often it’s full, being one of the more renowned taverns in the city, but today is a day of rest, and so Diluc had closed up shop about half an hour ago.

Why are you still allowed in Angel’s Share if it’s closed, you ask? Well, obviously it’s because Diluc likes you so much!

No, that’s a lie - while you’ve always thought of Diluc as a close friend, you’re more inclined to believe that Diluc himself is only letting you stay here past closing time because he owes you for helping him out with a particularly overzealous Abyss Mage that had gotten a little too close to the city gates yesterday.

Still, you can’t help but hope that there’s some other reason behind his lenience...

“Hair’s hard to take care of, and you have a lot of it,” You respond matter-of-factly, dipping a biscuit into your mug of tea and shoving it whole into your mouth. Much like Diluc, you prefer to abstain from alcohol when you can - ironic, considering you’ve spent so much time in a bar recently. “I’m just curious. What do you do with it when you go to sleep?”

He shakes his head with a quiet scoff and returns to polishing an empty tankard. “I don’t do anything with it.”

“What, so you just leave it in a ponytail all the time?”

Diluc looks up to see you shooting him a scandalised look. He sighs, evidently not particularly willing to put up with one of your moods this late at night. “Of course not.”

You relax a little, only to stiffen right back up when he continues, “I take it down to wash it.”

“You—” You take a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself, setting your elbows on the table and pressing your hands together as if praying to Barbatos to save this poor man’s hair-ends. Finally, after a moment of silence, you ask, voice hushed, as if afraid that the answer will be too much for you to handle, “How the hell is your hair still so pretty?”

Diluc pauses in the middle of putting his freshly-polished tankard away. He takes a long while to formulate a response - whether because he’s nonplussed by the gormlessness of your question or something else (because he’s flustered, maybe? You know better than to hope in vain, but you can’t really help what your idiot of a heart does to your mind).

Finally, though, he mutters in reply, “Pretty?”

Your hand hesitates in the middle of reaching for another biscuit from the plate sitting next to you. Diluc doesn’t sound offended, but you know better than to assume that he isn’t. You don’t think there’s anything particularly wrong with calling his hair pretty, but maybe it stings his ego as a man or something?

“Uh, yeah…?” You curl your fingers around your warm mug and pull it towards you, staring determinedly down at its contents to disguise your growing nervousness. “I mean, well, it always looks really healthy and soft and glowy and stuff…”

Well, if he wasn’t offended before, he probably is now. You mentally cuff yourself around the head, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t let yourself get loose-lipped just because you’re so relaxed in the homeliness of the tavern. It doesn’t matter how comforting the warmth of the mug in your hands is, nor does it matter how fuzzy just being in Dilic’s presence makes you feel - you need to watch what you say.

But then you see Diluc move out of the corner of your eye, and you look back up to see him standing much closer than he was before, a smile tugging at his lips. You can practically feel your heart screech out of pure surprised joy as he reaches out and gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“Thank you,” He murmurs - do you dare to hope that you hear affection in his voice? - and pulls away as quickly as he’d come close. “I appreciate it.”

You aggressively force your breathing to even out as he moves back to his work, going about his usual duties of making sure all the bottles on display are tightly shut and squeaky clean. Surely the fact that he willingly initiated contact with you - and such intimate-feeling contact at that - must mean something? Diluc has never been the type to be physically affectionate with friends, not like Kaeya, who you’re pretty sure has kissed about half of his entire friendship circle, or Lisa, who has absolutely zero qualms about giving a stranger a bone-crushing hug if they need one. Even if this only means that he considers you a closer friend than the others, though, you can’t help the delighted flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Diluc’s touch has far more power than you’ll ever admit - brief as the contact was, it’s sent such a rush of adrenaline through your entire body that you somehow muster up enough courage to abruptly ask, “Would you mind if I braided it?”

Diluc pauses again. You watch him in anticipation as he slowly turns around to look back at you. “...why would you want to do that?”

“Uh—” You struggle to come up with a decent reason that won’t make you sound like a lovesick fool, and eventually settle on, “I just think it would look nice?”

Diluc stares at you in silence for so long that you begin to think that you’ve lost him completely with your out-of-nowhere request. Then, however, he gives you a curt nod. “Go ahead.”

You barely catch yourself in time to prevent your shock from showing on your face as Diluc moves out from behind the counter and sits down in the seat beside you. “...uh?”

“Go ahead,” He repeats, reaching up and untying his hair from its low ponytail. It tumbles over the back of the chair in messy waves, reflecting the light of the fire so precisely that it almost looks like it’s glowing in the dim lighting of the tavern. “I assume you know how, since you offered.”

It takes you a moment to do something other than stare in pure dumbfounded surprise, but once you snap out of your mini-trance, you nod hurriedly and get to your feet, reaching in your pocket as you do so. You’ve made a habit of carrying around spare hair ties and a foldable wooden comb ever since you and Aether had started working together - his hair comes undone from its plait a lot in battle, and it’s always all matted and tangled in the morning if he lets it down to sleep - which means you won’t have to fumble about for an hour trying to comb’s Diluc’s abundance of hair out with only your fingers.

Diluc is sitting as prim and proper as ever in his chair as you hesitantly move around to stand behind him and - after a long, uncertain pause - begin to brush his hair. His back is ramrod straight, which doesn’t look comfortable at all, but you suppose that whatever works for him is fine.

“That feels nice,” He murmurs quietly as you carefully tease out a knot. Your hands freeze for a moment, then silently continue with their work. “You’re good at this.”

After a pause, you reply, equally quiet, “I get a lot of practice.”

He hums in reply, and the deep rumble of his voice almost seems to fill the room. “...with Aether, I presume.”

You nod, then realise he can’t see you and hurry to give him a verbal answer. “Yeah.”

There’s a long silence between the two of you. You continue to work your way through Diluc’s abundance of hair, painstakingly spending far too long combing out each tangle and kink out of fear that you’ll hurt him if you get too rough.

You don’t know how much time has passed by the time Diluc finally speaks up again. “You spend a lot of time with him.”

It’s a statement, not a question - but you can’t blame him for phrasing him that way. It’s well-known around the city of Mondstadt that you and Aether have been partners-in-crime ever since the two of you had bonded over nearly being stampeded by a swarm of hilichurls and working together to kill them all. It’s odd that he’s bringing it up now, though… you wonder why.

“...well, I do, yes. We are adventuring partners…”

Diluc inhales and lets out a soft sigh. You don’t miss the way that his shoulders tense up slightly. Another long silence passes, and he finally murmurs, “I might be a little jealous.”

You freeze again. Did you hear him right? Did Diluc really just say what you think he just said? He’s… jealous?

You don’t even have time to try to formulate a response before he starts speaking again. “The two of you are always out exploring together. It’s rare that we get to see each like this.”

“...hey, now…” It’s not often that you’re unable to find words - you’ve always had a sharp tongue. Right now, though, it feels like they’ve all dried up in your mouth. “What are you trying to say…?”

Diluc pauses. Then he lets out a soft chuckle - one that has no right to have the effect on you that it does. “...nothing. I just mean that it’s nice to be able to spend time together like this.”

He doesn’t continue, and you take that as a sign that this particular stretch of the conversation is over, and return to carefully separating his hair into segments. Your hands wobble imperceptibly as you do so, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything about it.

Diluc sighs and lets his shoulders relax as you start pulling the locks of hair over each other into the beginnings of a long braid, carefully tugging it closer to the base of his head so that it looks a little neater. You’re not sure whether you want to go for something similar to Aethar’s plait or something more intricate, but considering the hour, you’d probably be better off keeping it simple. You wonder briefly what colour ribbon would look nice against the deep red of his hair, but quickly shut the idea down - it’s already a wonder that Diluc is letting you do this, and you don’t want to push your luck.

(You don’t know this, but, though his face is calm and composed, Diluc is so hyper aware of his stuttering heartbeat that he’s sure you can hear it. He almost wishes you would use more force with your hands, if only so that he can feel the movement of your fingers more clearly - there’s something therapeutic in the way they weave through his hair. He could almost fall asleep there on the spot, so soothing is your presence and the warmth of the fire, but he wants to talk longer.)

“Hey,” you begin, suddenly feeling that the quietude is more awkward than comfortable. “If you’re ever free, uh… I’m sure Aether wouldn’t mind if you came out on an expedition with us. There are some rumours about an Oceanid popping up in Starfell Lake…”

Diluc makes an indiscernible noise in response to indicate that he’s thinking about your question. You wait with bated breath, only to feel disappointment drop in your chest like a rock when he shakes his head, shifting the incomplete braid in your hands.

A moment later, though, the pressure disappears as he says quietly, “I’d much rather go with you alone.”

“Oh…” You breathe out loud before realising your mistake. You resist the urge to slap your hand to your mouth to shut yourself up, and instead hurry to rectify yourself by continuing, “That sounds good.”

Diluc chuckles again. “You don’t sound particularly enthused by the idea.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You shock even yourself with just how indignantly loud your voice gets. You hasten to quiet yourself, continuing much more mutedly, “Um— I mean, I’d love to.”

You can’t see his face, but you can almost hear Diluc’s soft smile in the way he speaks. “Then it’s settled. I’ll take a look at my schedule and let you know when I’m free, alright?”

You can���t help but feel an enormous grin pulling at your own mouth. Well, can anyone really blame you? You’ve just discovered that your unrequited feelings for Diluc might not be as unrequited as you’d initially thought! It’s almost too good to be true - as if you’re dreaming. It’s like the two of you are one of those couples in Venti’s songs, the ones that he likes to play after a good hour of so of drinking, staring meaningfully at you at the end of each… line…

Wait a minute…

A flame-haired noble with a stare as cold as ice, who does his duties by day and hunts evil at night? An adventurer with no roots left at home, who clings to action so as to not feel so alone? The longing stares across a busy room, the late nights thinking of a face so dear, the romance waiting to blossom and bloom, the hopes and wishes that they would stay here?

Son of a hilichurl! That cheeky bard really wrote a song about you and Diluc - and you somehow hadn’t noticed!

“What’s wrong?”

You jolt out of your train of thought as Diluc turns around to look at you. The faint concern on his face is enough to send butterflies spinning through your stomach. Stupid heart. Am I really that weak for this man? “Huh?”

“You haven’t moved in a while,” He says by way of explanation, gesturing to the end of the braid that you’re still holding. “Is there something bothering you?”

You stare at his face - at the deep red of his irises, the flutter of his long lashes, the strands of red hair framing his face, the faint freckles on the slope of his nose. You breathe out a quiet laugh. Perhaps there will never be a time when you can tell him the true extent of how you feel about him, but this will certainly be a start.

“No, nothing at all. So, about tomorrow…?”

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Hi I really liked that hc with the pointing lips, I didn’t expect to see this on the tag list and my filipino heart couldn’t contain it 🥺 this is my first time requesting for a genshin fanfic heheh. I want to request a hc something to do with Harana, where the characters (albedo, Diluc, kaeya, maybe xiao 👀 and other characters you would like to add) sing from your window to persuade/court you since it’s part of (our) S/O culture so they wanted to impress them with this... IKSNSJS

*:･ﾟ✧ nakilig ako dito putaena AHAHAHAHHA

doing this quickly bc i wanna do it b4 windblume ends sksks. also i’ll go and link some songs fitting for the characters (all filipino ofc. spoilers its all ben&ben HAHAHAHAHA)!

gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr | Ben&Ben - Araw-Araw

Umaga na sa ating duyan 'Wag nang mawawala Umaga na sa ating duyan Magmamahal, o mahiwaga

• It’s apparent that Diluc can sing since he won first place in the music minigame. He was taught at a young age on playing and dabbling in the arts like any other young noble should. It comes as no surprise that Diluc knows how to sing and play.

• It was you who had to tell Diluc this tradition when the Windblume Festival hits. When hearing the prospect of reciting poetry to your loved ones, you immediately got excited, which made Diluc question your sudden excitement.

• “Back where I’m from, there’s a tradition where a person will sing to their crush if they want to court them. It’s usually underneath a window sill but either way, I do want to experience it at least once!”

• He imprints the sight of your soft smile at the memory of the tradition. He thinks back on his time learning music as he cleans a beer glass. He’s not a bad singer by any means (ngl i thought diluc was voiced by jonah scott bc hoo boy he sings. but imagine my surprise when he was voiced by mishima skks). He can definitely carry a tune but would he risk his entire dignity by singing under your window sill with a song that he barely knows?

• If Kaeya wasn’t there, then maybe. Maybe.

• So he opts for the next best option; serenading in a private and romantic place. It wouldn’t be the Dawn Winery, there is too much traffic to try and attempt to sing. Windrise is an option but Diluc knows that the sisters of the church comes and cleans the statue (and Barbatos knows that he doesn’t want Barbara to faint from his voice). His next bet is Starsnatch Cliff, where numerous Cecilia flowers are littered across the cliff. 

• With that plan, he now attempts to memorize a song from your country. Diluc’s a fast learner, so he has no trouble learning the notes, the lyrics (though his pronunciation leaves little to be desired), and finally, the emotion carried through the music. Now that’s where he struggled since he doesn’t know how to convey emotion compared to other musicians. He tries his best, even asking Venti for help (enrolled is what Venti would use but at least he was paid with the best alcohol).

• Now to actually play the damn thing. He already struggled when inviting you out to Starnsatch Cliff (and bribing the couple that was there away), he hopes that his fingers wouldn’t twitch from nerves. It was when he began strumming his guitar that he realized something: there was no point in proving that he can sing. There was no point in learning a different language when there were many other different things he could’ve done to impress you. There was no need to potentially embarrass himself.

• But it was worth it when he sees your wide-eyes, your parted lips, and the warmth on your cheeks when he leans in closer. It’s worth it to see your eyes shine just like the stars in the sky when you understood the lyrics. It was worth it to see you say the words that Diluc longed to hear from your lips as he sealed them with a kiss.

Dawn has come within our cradle I pray you never fade Dawn has come within our cradle I love you, my ethereal

✧ Albedo | Ben&Ben - Ride Home

Took a morning ride, found a place up in my mind, no one else can see Maybe it's fate that we lose control In circles around, we go We become who we ought to know We just gotta let it go We just gotta let it go

• I think it’s safe to say that everyone knows Albedo can sing when his VA posted him singing. He can carry a tune and play decently on the strings. It’s just that he closes himself off in his research in Dragonspine all the while the Windblume Festival is in full swing. It’s not like you to leave someone behind while everyone is celebrating so you stand by Albedo for the duration of the festival.

• He says that you didn’t have to keep him company, more so if you don’t know anything about alchemy, but you were adamant to not leave the alchemist alone. Albedo can’t help the warmth fluttering in his heart that you wanted to stay with him. He wanted to try and teach you basic alchemical stuff so you wouldn’t feel bored or left out but he feared the shakiness in his voice would hinder him.

• So, you two talk about each other instead. While Albedo didn’t have anything noteworthy to talk about, you said to him about how you wished you can partake in the music game in hopes to play a love song. You told him that you wanted to try and sing a love song to your crush since it was a tradition in your country. While he bristled at the fact that you have a crush, the way your eyes flitted towards him, with a wavy smile on your face solidified his feelings for you.

• Having that information in mind, he quickly makes a harp out of the materials he has on hand. Such a feat is nothing to Albedo but it wasn’t the music that he was afraid of, it was giving his feelings away to you so suddenly. Learning a new language wasn’t so hard (because he learned it when he immediately realized he had feelings for you, what’s stopping him from learning everything?), but he fears that you may take it the wrong way.

• Or rather, he fears that he may do something he regret towards you.

• But he perseveres. When you were up sitting on a rock formation, studying a rare flower, Albedo stood below you, harp in hand. The sight of him, his beautiful eyes that were used to be so sure are now nervously flitting from side to side. His voice was carried out to the wind, deep and soothing just like the winds that caressed your skin. Albedo is nothing short of nervous but he was sure that he had his point across when he sees your blushing smile.

• All fears vanished when you jumped down a giggling mess, saying that this was the best Windblume Festival ever when you leaned in and kissed him.

So I'm coming home to you, ooh You, ooh You're all I need, the very air I breathe You are home, home

✧ Kaeya Alberich | Ben&Ben - Pagtingin

‘Pag nilahad ang damdamin Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin Aminin ang mga lihim Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin

• Kaeya won’t deny that he’s just as musically inclined as Diluc. As siblings, they’re naturally competitive against one another, always competing to see who can play the better piece. He wishes he could go back to those days, but bygones are bygones. Now, he strums his harp just for fun. Still, he’s not one to serenade to random strangers so it’s a first time for him to be laying his heart out in the open.

• Kaeya, like a responsible captain, steals you away and joins in the festivities with you with an arm around your waist. Reluctantly, you humored him, as you recount previous stories that you’ve experienced. One particular story that he keeps in memory was when you were serenaded once in your own bedroom window. While you had to turn down the one courting for personal reasons, you can’t help but feel warm whenever you remember the memory. Ever since hearing the bards’ sing their songs for the festival, you can’t help the flutter in your heart.

• Now, Kaeya is a very adaptable man, so he quickly thinks the best way on how to confess to you. Sometimes he has to curse himself from being so successful at flirting at absolutely everyone that he knows you could pass it off as being Kaeya. So he figures out the next best thing.

• Now, unlike Diluc, he’s willing to throw away his dignity for you. He’s willing to throw anything away from you because you were already so etched deeply in Kaeya’s heart.

• He’s a fast learned like Albedo, so it wasn’t hard to learn your language and do the correct pronunciation. All that’s left is to sing it and where. He hopes he could sing it underneath your balcony but you lived near the Cat’s Tail Tavern, where the noise has been raucous in this time of year.

• So he decided on going to the safety of your home, “drunkenly” stating that he was too sloshed to go back to his duties so he wishes to stop by your home until he sobers up. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see, so you relented Kaeya in resting on your couch as you prepared some water for him to sober up. At that moment, he prepares his act. 

• With his guitar in hand, he stands up and meets you in the kitchen. With his fingers elegantly strumming against the strings, his silky voice permeated across the house. His one eye watched your own widen at the sight of the man singing. He relished it even more when he sees the recognition in your eyes when you know the song that he's singing. Each lyric has been beautifully sung and amazingly enunciated that you wondered if Kaeya was a native to your homeland. 

• Kaeya wasn't normally a sap like this. He doesn't just do this to anyone. He even wonders what's the point of this when he doesn't even know that you'll accept him for who he truly is-for what he will do when things go awry. He recounts the words of a bygone father and he feels every ounce of sin he’s committed claw his back.

• But your gentle touch sends them away. Your hands burn the sins to ashes as you told him your ‘I love you’ in your language. And he understood it perfectly.

If I reveal just how I feel I hope you won't change how you look at me Admit all secrets I keep I hope you won't change how you look at me

✧ Xiao | Ben&Ben - Kathang Isip

Pasensya ka na Sa mga kathang isip kong ito Wari'y dala lang ng pagmamahal sa iyo Ako'y gigising na Sa panaginip kong ito At sa wakas ay kusang lalayo sa iyo (lalayo sa)

• Could Xiao even sing? Guizhong may have instilled some Liyue music in his veins when he was still a baby adeptus, she may have pulled her hair out once or twice when Xiao keeps breaking the guzhengs. At least Xiao has a decent voice, so Guizhong wouldn’t strangle Xiao with a forced sweet smile on her face. After the archon war and the yakshas fall, Xiao never sang or picked up another instrument ever again.

• Not when he passed Mondstat, hearing the insufferable bard play his tune, hearing the people who’re safe from karmic binds profess their love for one another, it made him sick. But by Guizhong’s hair would he waste this opportunity to leave you alone in the Windblume Festival. Even if he has to drag you away from the crowd in fear of him lashing out. He is not apologetic to him dragging you away but he does wonder why you would rather choose to spend your time with him rather than enjoy the festivities.

• It was at the city walls, you and Xiao enjoying the almond tofu you prepared beforehand. You did most of the talking, talking about random things that you can get. Xiao would always dutifully listen because he-honestly-you’re the only mortal that wormed his way into his heart and now he wants more but afraid of the consequences. He listens to you rambling about a courting method where one person serenades the other while they were in a higher place, just like the city walls.

• Human courting rituals have been the most confusing thing to Xiao; why go through such great lengths just to confess to someone your feelings? Shouldn’t straight up saying it be better and save time for each party? Even when he says this, he can’t help but watch your eyes glimmer at the thought of someone serenading you, in a night just like this.

• He was willing to embarrass himself for you, as he planted his feet on the wall railings. “Wait here.”

• He jumps and before you could say anything, he uses his Anemo Vision to keep him afloat. On his position, he was below you by a few feet. You watched in confusion when he summoned a lyre (and you could make out a scowl on his face, as if he was cursing the instrument) and soon, he began strumming it.

• His harp skills... could do some work. Some tone-deaf bard might have bawled his eyes out if he hears him play, but he was willing to swallow that embarrassment when he gets to have his point across. He hopes that he does, laying his heart like this just for you to take apart, for you to heal, for you to do whatever you want with it. He was willing to be weak and revere to you as someone as grand as an archon. 

• Xiao wasn’t expecting you to understand but when he sees tears in your eyes and your hand covering your mouth, he immediately stopped his singing and hurried to your side. Though, he didn’t have to. You already jumped down and got caught in his arms. He felt your tears soak his skin, your incoherent babbles muffled by his shoulder but he could make out that Xiao’s feelings aren’t one-sided.

I'm sorry For this imagination of mine I guess it's just because of my love for you I will wake up now From this dream of mine And in the end I will stay away from you (stay away from)

[skywardscroll]

divine intervention | venti

✧ word count: 2.5k

✧ summary: baring witness to world can become wearisome. venti, though you don’t really know him, wants to help.

✧ warnings: really angsty with some fluff thrown in! the reader has depression / there is self-deprecation. reader is also afab!

✧ a/n: this is so sweet >-< . i’m really proud of this one! also, writing klee is literally the funnest thing ever lol. <3 hope you guys enjoy!!

Teyvat, as you’d come to learn through your years, was a dangerous, merciless world. Every day, people lost their fathers, sisters, friends, and lovers. The world was full of greedy bandits and vicious monsters, and it only seemed to be getting worse as the days went by.

This last adventure out to Liyue had really taken the optimism out of you; Growing weary from traveling, you returned to your home in Mondstadt quite exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. Was there any other facet of you that could be exhausted? Because you were sure that it would also be stricken with strife.

You told the Adventurer’s Guild that you were temporarily retiring from your work to take a well-overdue vacation from fighting and the ever-arising political strain you witnessed every time you left the City of Freedom. You just wanted to enjoy your safe corner of the world, at least for the summer.

The (admittedly strange) way you decided to do this was by staying indoors with your books, sometimes going entire days without once stepping into the sunlight. It was a pleasant way to spend the time, but you knew it was unhealthy.

Your books, when the main characters shared similar habits to you, called this behavior ‘depression.’ Though, you willfully ignored this, pretending that this was normal of someone with a heavy heart (just a heavy heart. Not all the other symptoms that you were falsely denying you had, like an aversion to engagements with friends, or a neglect of hydration.)

It was one of the hottest days in July, you remembered, when you heard a knock on your door. You contemplated answering it, thinking that maybe the Adventurer’s Guild would want you back to work prematurely. This was quickly disproven, though, when a small voice called from outside the door:

“Miss Y/N? Oh, Miss Y/N~! Please come out!”

Klee’s sweet voice seemed to somehow wrap itself around your heart and pull you towards the door.

“Miss Y/N?”

You hesitated, knowing that once you saw that endearing child’s round eyes, you would be forced to play outside with her for as long as she wanted you to. You loved Klee dearly, and would do anything for her, even if you didn’t necessarily wish to go along with it. But you really didn’t feel like leaving your house, knowing that the Freedom Festival was currently in full swing.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” You recognize a second voice to belong to Grandmaster Jean.

Inhaling deeply, you opened the door to see Klee’s face light up as she excitedly pulled on Jean’s hand.

“She opened the door! She did! I told you Y/N would open the door!”

“Y/N!” Jean said, obviously surprised by your appearance. “It’s so good to see you’re well.”

“It’s good to see you two, as well.” You said with full honesty. You hadn’t realized it until you saw them before you, but you had certainly missed seeing your friends.

“Y/N! I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Freedom festival with us! There’ll be food, and music, and I overheard Rosaria saying something to Kaeya about special drinks!”

“Oh… I don’t know…”

“Come on! It’ll be fun! They have this game, and it has a prize that looks like a biiiig dodoco! I want it but if you come you can have it!” Klee’s excitement makes a smile appear on your face.

“You should come, Y/N. It would be good for you, I think.”

You sighed a little, looking back at your book which sat with the pages down against the cushion of your reading chair, waiting to be returned to. But as if by design, the wind carried the smell of food into your door and your stomach rumbled. Besides, Klee’s eyes were bearing into your heart just as you predicted, and you could see Jean’s hand clasp onto Klee’s a little tighter in hopes that she wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Alright, I’ll come.”

If you were to be frank, you had no idea what the difference between the Windblume Festival and the Freedom Festival was. To you, it just seemed like another concocted excuse to party. Which, in your youth, you never complained about, and you weren’t inclined to complain now, either, as Sara handed you a particularly delicious-looking chicken and mushroom skewer. You hadn’t eaten something like this in a month, and it was very welcome in your stomach.

“Over there! It’s Venti! Venti!” Klee went running ahead of you and Jean, who were idly speaking to one another as you finished off your food and threw the stick away.

“Klee! Don’t run off!” Jean called out, running after the young girl while you walked a bit behind, enjoying the scenery of Mondstadt decorated in flowers and it’s streets lined with vendors.

“Hi Klee!” You looked up and saw a man hug Klee tightly (a boy? He was quite short, but you were pretty sure he was an adult.) It was hard not to notice the golden lyre in his hand and how the strings seemed to be luminescent. You’d never seen anything like it before, and accidentally stared at it in clear awe.

“Do you play?” He asked, a smile that seemed to lift your heart was directed to you after the question left his lips.

“No… Not anymore. I tried to learn when I was a child but…”

“That’s alright. It takes a lot of practice, yeah?”

You let out a breathy laugh and nod, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Jean scooped up Klee into her arms before she could run off again. “You two haven’t met before?”

“Sadly no.” Venti said, placing his hand over his heart. “I would’ve remembered such a beautiful face, surely.”

Bard’s and their sweet words. You thought to yourself. Out of kindness, you only laughed in response to his compliment.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Ahh! I’ve heard of you! The exceptional adventurer!”

Why does this guy say everything so enthusiastically? Is this what you used to sound like? His way of speaking, though you felt guilty for it because you knew he couldn’t help it, grated against your nerves. You weren’t in the right mindset for his optimism. Or, perhaps, it was that you were jealous that he still had a hold on his, and so easily too, while it had been so long since you were excited about anything.

When you didn’t say anything, there was a small look in Venti’s eyes that told you he could see right through you, or that he was at least aware that something was wrong with you.

“Well, I ought to be on my way back home.” You said, causing Klee to whine out.

“Y/N~! You can’t go yet! What about the giant dodoco?”

You frowned, feeling guilty for letting Klee down, but feeling too exhausted for any more socialization.

“At least stay for a song, Y/N?” Venti offered with a quieter tone of voice, pointing to a chair that was left unoccupied by the gathering crowd around him.

“Yeah! Just one song~?” Klee pleaded.

You bit the inside of your cheek before eventually nodding and sitting in the chair. Klee let out a cheer of celebration as Jean sat down beside you, letting Klee sit in her lap. You noticed how Jean had been particularly silent throughout this. Did she feel bad for you? Or did she, too, want you to stay for some reason?

“I’ll sing a very special song for a new friend!” Venti announced to the audience, to which you blushed a little at the attention and rolled your eyes. Though, once Venti’s fingers started gracing the strings of his harp, all feelings of discomfort and irritation floated away.

“Sit here closely, let me tell,

of the young maiden’s heart who one day swelled.

The once frozen walls, the once salty tears,

Now gone with a kiss that she wished had lasted years.

In the times of old, long before the gods were bold,

there was no remedy for a heart gone cold.

The young maiden wandered, hoping for peace

from the heartache and unrest the world did unleash.

Did she find it, you ask? Did she find it? I’ll tell.

She found it in freedom, from freedom it fell.

For Barbatos did bless her, from under the Windrise tree,

She only had to meet him in the morning at three.

The warmth she had searched for, that unlike she had ever known

was hers, finally, to own.”

The crowd clapped for Venti as he finished his short song, one that was unfamiliar to you and unsettled you to no end.

What was his motive?

You weren’t stupid. You’d read enough of your books in the last month and been on enough adventures with a multitude of twists and turns to know that he had just come up with that song for you. As beautiful as it was, you felt uncomfortable with the stranger being able to see through you so well.

Yet, when he flashed you a cheeky smile while he reveled in the applause, you felt that he had good intentions. In fact, you wondered if he could do any wrong. He just didn’t seem like the type to do anything evil… Ever.

“Did you like it, Klee?” Venti asked, bending down to talk to the girl who wriggled excitedly in Jean’s lap.

“Yes! It was sooooo pretty! I’ve never heard it before!” She gushed.

“A very lovely song, indeed, Venti.”

“Thanks Jean!” Venti flashed her a confident grin.

“Well, Y/N! Thanks for staying for the show!” He said, standing back up and turning to you. “I hope I can see you again soon!”

“Yeah. See you soon.” You replied with a half-hearted tone.

You were entirely conflicted. Your mind was telling you no; You shouldn’t go out there tonight. It was dangerous and you were significantly out of shape to be dealing with slimes and hilichurls. Besides, it was just a song… What if you were reading too much into it? And what if… You just wanted him to be singing about you and him?

Your heart wanted that to be true. It’d be like the books you’ve been reading, where the prince comes up with some elaborate way of asking the maiden to meet him in secret. You were, no matter how hardened you became, a hopeless romantic at heart. Something about Venti made your heart soar from the pits of depression you had fallen into. You… Trusted him.

You could do with a late-night walk, you supposed.

It took longer than usual because of the festivities, but the city eventually fell silent as everyone either rested in their beds or in a tavern. You found walking in the empty city strangely comforting. Rather than being shut away from the world out of fear of pestering others, you could now walk freely without a single care, if you so pleased.

You took your time walking out of the city, smiling at every stray cat and even stopping for a moment at the bridge to admire the water. You missed how, when you were a young girl, you used to look at the lake and dream about visiting all the other lakes in the world. You’d seen a lot of them, now, but this one still held a special place in your heart.

Windrise, though it had been years since you visited the Archon Statue, was as beautiful as ever. The tree looked even more alive in the moonlight, if it were possible.

You were raised to believe that you were under the protection of Barbatos, though you never would call yourself devout. That title belonged to the sisters of the church, who were truly faithful to Barbatos. But you would feel comfortable saying you were a believer. You liked that Barbatos was so just, and his famous story of his liberation of old Mondstadt was a tale you frankly would never tire of.

Regardless, as you sat in front of the statue, you saw no signs of the charming bard from before. You wondered if he memorized that tale of Barbatos; A part of you wanted to hear him tell it.

“I’m a fool, aren’t I?” You said, talking to the statue (not talking to yourself.) “A silly, odd, hermit of a fool. One who shuts themselves away and avoids all their problems. How cowardly can I be?”

A peculiar phenomenon began: The words started pouring out like an uncontrollable waterfall. Once the self-deprecation started, it didn’t seem to want to end.

“My family was so proud to hear I was a part of the guild. They said that you – that Barbatos – had blessed me with the life of an adventurer – a life of freedom. Am I selfish to despise it? I don’t feel free. I feel heavy with all the troubles of the world. Outside Mondstadt it’s… Well, you’re a god, you know how it is.”

You hadn’t spoken much to anyone in over a month. You didn’t even know if anyone was listening. Was he listening? Did he see the tears starting to run down your face and did he hear the cracking in your voice?

“I feel like a joke. A witness to trouble without the power to make things right. It’s so… Frustrating. I hate myself because I hate the world. I’m so useless… So useless.”

And you cried, your head leant against the statue of Barbatos. The months of pain finally bubbled over and bared itself for the world and the gods to see. You were ashamed, and angry at yourself, but you let yourself cry. You cried up to the heavens, to Celestia. Was he watching? Listening?

“Y/N?” A voice softly spoke your name, but your sobs turned into wails immediately following and you couldn’t make yourself stop even if you wanted to.  You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and you hugged Venti back, breathing in his scent of Cecilia. He was so warm compared to the cool summer breeze that blew through the leaves above.

“I’m sorry.” You cried against his shirt; the words muffled but still understandable. There were so many apologies you were making with the single phrase: Sorry for crying, sorry for being rude. Sorry for shutting everyone who cares about me out. I’m sorry for being ungrateful. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me, okay?” His voice was so soft and gentle as he pulled your head away from his chest and wiped away your ever-flowing tears from your cheeks.

This went on for a while, him running his thumbs over your cheeks every few minutes and catching the tears. You felt so awful that he was witnessing you like this, he barely knew you. But something in you was saying that this was right. Trust him, this is where you’re meant to be.

You calmed down enough about an hour later that he felt he could speak.

“Everything will be alright, Y/N.”

You let out a jagged exhale. At this point, your jaw was numb, and you were developing a headache. Still, being in Venti’s arms brought you comfort unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was… Divine.

“Do you think he heard me? That he’s watching over me?”

Venti gave you the most assured, comforting smile you think is humanly possible. Brushing your hair from your face, he replied.

“I’ve never been so certain of anything.”

[chillwithaster]

SUMMARY: “Wo ho ho there, Kaedehara, where do you think you’re going?” Venti and Xiao moved to grip each of his wrists. If Kazuha had not known any better, he would think they were shackles by how deathly their holds were.

Venti gave him a light smile. As if he’s going to let this bleach-streaked, toothpaste-hogger fiend anywhere close to his date to the-

“Your date?” Xiao started.

Whoops, did he say that out loud?

RELATIONSHIPS : Albedo/Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact) || Kong | Aether/Xiao | Alatus (Genshin Impact || Kong | Aether/Venti (Genshin Impact) || Kaedehara Kazuha/Kong | Aether

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“Well, this is most unfortunate.”

Venti could already feel the caffeine in his systems fuel his flight-or-fight response as he saw not one but two of his roommates standing outside the library.

He really needed a drink and pronto.

This was supposed to be his shining moment; the ballad to end all ballads; the righteous bard’s claim to a golden prince’s heart after their loveless rendezvous.

Venti had finally gotten the courage to ask Aether out to the Ludi Harpastum Dance – one of the most anticipated events in the entirety of their university. It was known as a Mondstadtian custom that he himself absolutely adored for its flowers, games, cuisines, and especially romantic atmosphere.

It was going to be perfect, really.

But no, Barbatos above and mighty, these – unsultry fiends decided to rain over such a wonderful parade.

“Agreed.” He shot a half-hearted glare at the white-haired male next to him, who had decided to dress-up from his usual plain tees and jeans.

Instead, Kazuha was wearing a half-buttoned black blazer (one that Venti swore was his, mind you) with black skinny jeans and a white polo-shirt. His hair was tied tighter than his usual lopsided ponytail, and Venti swore the other’s glasses had never been cleaner.

Now, though Venti was quite ecstatic to see his friend out of his usual horrendous fashion-style, he was visibly irked by the bouquet of Carnations in Kazuha’s arms.

“Move. You’re blocking the entrance.” The other two broke from their staring contest to find slitted amber hues.

For as long as Venti knew Xiao, even the Contemporary Music major knew his roommate looked good in a turtleneck.

And unfortunately for him, Xiao knew that too.  

Sporting a sleeveless dark green turtleneck and a black leather jacket fastened firmly around his waist, Xiao glared from behind the brown, large toy dragon plushie he was hugging.

“Uh excuse me.” Venti chirped, a hand to his hip to assert his dominance as their senior. “I was here first, mind you. Now buzz off.”

Xiao cocked a brow at him. “Don’t tell me you’re bringing in food to a library.”

The braided boy gawked at him before guiltily looking down at the two boxes of doughnuts in his hands. Boxed in pastel green and white, his warm, delicious, better than what his other roommates could ever bake in their entire life, homemade desserts stared back in shame at the thought of being left behind.

“Of course not!”

Kazuha and Xiao did not believe him.

“Of course…” The Inazuman began before moving past Venti. “Now please excuse me, I need to speak with-“

“Wo ho ho there, Kaedehara, where do you think you’re going?” Venti and Xiao moved to grip each of his wrists. If Kazuha had not known any better, he would think they were shackles by how deathly their holds were.

Venti gave him a light smile. As if he’s going to let this bleach-streaked, toothpaste-hogger fiend anywhere close to his date to the-

“Your date?” Xiao started.

Whoops, did he say that out loud?

Venti turned to his supposed ally as he released Kazuha’s hand. However, despite his fumble, the Cheshire grin on his lips still slashed through. “Yeah. My date to the Ludi Harpastum Dance.”

If looks could kill, Venti would be six feet under.

“Isn’t it quite bold of you to assume he’d want … you?” Kazuha began, scanning him up and down.

“I am offended!” Damn, the senior could feel ten years being subtracted from his time on earth. “And yes I do! Unlike both of you, I’ve known Aether the longest. From all the way ever since he moved here, so that makes me his best friend.”

The other two were not convinced.

“Yeah. Friend.” Venti wanted to hurl something hard into Xiao’s smirk. “And aren’t you more mature than that? For such an old man, you’d think you’d be past using the length of a relationship to measure its worth.”

“I agree with Xiao.” Kazuha hissed from behind, and Venti almost held a high grin at knowing why he was so defensive. Kazuha only had a month in his little pool of Aether interactions, so he knew he stood no chance if that was the criterion. “One’s closeness mustn’t be measured by how much – but rather how well – that time spent together was.”

Venti rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.”

Honestly, he had not expected this. Especially not from these two.

Venti had always assumed that Xiao wanted nothing to do with relationships, especially since Xiao had made it quite crystal clear to anyone that had tried making moves on him that he was not interested. Same goes for Kazuha, who seemed to be more inclined to pour his focus into his studies in Literature rather than pursuing a love life.

But alas, here they are.

“Excuse me.” The three snap out of their heated staring contest to find a mop of kempt blond hair behind them.

Albedo stared at the three suspicious figures with a raised brow. As the junior librarian of the campus, it was his job to make sure students were not loitering outside to cause a mess.

“You’re keeping others from entering. If you have no business here, could you please go back to your dormitories.” His eyes shift to the pastries in Venti’s arms. “No food inside.”

Venti could just hear the snickers from behind him.

“Right, of course.” He started. “Sorry, Albedo.”

The three would have moved to allow the blond entrance had Kazuha not seen the striking figure painted diligently on the canvas in Albedo’s arm.

“Wait.” The albino held a hand to Albedo’s shoulder. “That painting…”

The bright crimson on Albedo’s cheeks was already a dead giveaway.

Venti and Xiao stopped in horror before peering over Albedo’s shoulder. Ah shit.

Drawn with the precision only the famed Kreideprinz could attain was a figure basked in golden locks. The figure’s face was turned away ever so slightly from the viewer, framed by light bangs as soft eyes gazed longingly into the sunset behind them. But even without seeing any other details, the two already knew who this was.

Suddenly, a plushie and a batch of doughnuts just felt sad.

Albedo turned to face the trio, shamefully hiding the portrait behind his figure.

“You like Aether?” Venti began.

“Yes, and what of it?” Albedo brought his jacket’s sleeve to his mouth, covering the bright blush he was harboring. “I don’t believe that I have any reason to be quite ashamed of such…and for you to be so scrutinizing…”

The three stared at him like kicked puppies.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Albedo stopped and looked at the gifts in their hands.

“Ah.”

The weight of the situation just immediately dawned on the four.

“It seems the captor of ours hearts knows no restraint.” Kazuha sighed wistfully.

Xiao said nothing, but a nod was sufficient.

“…Are you all here to also ask him to the dance?” Albedo leaned on the door.

Even without an answer, he already knew.

“We can’t just go in there.” Xiao sighed. “It’ll end in a disaster, trust me.”

“But we cannot just let such an opportunity pass.” Venti saw how Kazuha was almost ready to barge in the doors for himself.

“Right, right, calm down there, he’s not going anywhere.” Venti offered.

Albedo moved to turn around, and the three watched him peer through the library’s wooden doors.

There seated amongst several stacks of books was their culprit. Aether had a textbook over his head and a whale pillow under his folded arms. With how slow his chest was rising, the four knew he was asleep.

“I should scold him next time. The library is not his bedroom.” Albedo smiled fondly at the figure, and the other three could only stare in defeat.

There was no way they could just barge in there and disturb his peace like that. Especially not when he looks so exhausted. Aether would just be overwhelmed by all their invitations, and the last thing they wanted was to be a burden to their beloved.

“So, now what?” Venti moved out of the way, glancing in confusion at the other three.

Kazuha and Xiao shared a look, but it was Albedo that first opened his mouth.

“We should take him to a date. A proper one. One from each of us. And one where we could help him alleviate his stress and show him a good time.”

The three stopped in consideration.

Albedo continued. “Think about it. He’s quite exhausted. If our feelings for him are genuine, then we should be willing to console him when he needs us the most. And only then – perhaps -  he can decide who he wishes to take to the dance.”

Venti had wished his first date with Aether were under different circumstances.

But at the same time…he isn’t against the thought of spoiling Aether silly. Even if it is shared sentimentally with three other people.

After a moment, it was Kazuha that gave an opinion. “But we should set ground rules. If the purpose of this date to help Aether unwind, it is imperative that none of us ask him to the dance.”

“Why?” Xiao crossed his arms. “Then wouldn’t that just render our dates pointless?”

“Not quite.” Kazuha offered a smile. “Aether’s happiness should come first.”

Xiao agreed in a heartbeat.

“Okay, let’s go with that.” Venti smiled at the prospect.

Yeah, Aether’s happiness is the topmost priority. And if none of them could provide that for Aether, then Venti thinks that none of them (himself included) are worthy of Aether’s kindness!

“But…” His thoughts blank. “Can I go last?”

“Why?” Albedo raised a brow.

“My paycheck doesn’t come until next Thursday.”

If his peers had one thing in common, it was how stupid they could make someone feel just by staring.

“I had to cut back time for my classes, okay? Sheesh!” Venti argued.

“Then that’s settled.” Albedo sighed.

“May I go first?” Kazuha offered, and though none of the other males seemed to object, Xiao was quick to reply with a sharp ‘why’. The albino bashfully chuckled. “There is a musical I have been meaning to bring him to that is in three days. It would be a shame to miss it.”

There were no objections.

Albedo raised an open palm, only to be met with several blank stares.

“A form of contract. May the best man win.”

The blonds lips were quirked upward slightly, and though apprehensive, Venti shook his hand.

Venti wasn’t the smartest person, but he wasn’t dumb either.

He may not know a lot when it comes to studies, but he knows one thing.

When these three wanted something, they would break the earth just to get their way.

“Indeed! May the winds guide you in your endeavor.”

But it also takes one to know one.

[fellulahh]

Diavolo and MC visit a theme park (tiny NSFW)

With big grins on their faces, MC and Diavolo descended down the steps of their latest ride with Lucifer following close behind. The three of them were visiting the human realm and after the Prince asked MC what would make a fun day out, she insisted that they went to a theme park.

Immediately Diavolo jumped at the idea whereas Lucifer...not so much. Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to try and interject the Prince’s excitement so went along with it.

And one bag of doughnuts, two massive teddies won and multiple rides later, their day was drawing to a close.

“What shall we do for our last ride then?” Diavolo asked excitedly, “we better make it a good one, right Lucifer?”

“Yes, my Lord.” He mumbled.

“I was thinking we could go on the log flume?” MC proposed, “it shouldn’t matter if we get wet now because we’re leaving.”

“Well count me out!” Lucifer quickly shook his head, “if you expect me to drive us back to the hotel with a soggy bottom you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Excellent.” Diavolo grinned, “that just means I get to sit next to MC on this one.”

Suddenly Lucifer had a small pout on his face as he watched Diavolo and MC skip off to the ride while he was left carrying the oversized teddies. The Prince was so excited that he hadn’t even realised he’d grabbed MC’s hand and practically dragged her along with him.

Just like every other ride they’d been on, they waited in the queue patiently, laughing to each other as they talked nonsense. And then eventually, reaching the front, they made their way to their log.

Being the biggest, Diavolo had to sit at the back - not that he minded though. In fact, he rather liked the idea of the human leaning into him. Perhaps if MC got scared, he could be the knight in shining armour who wraps his arms around her?

As the ride started, the two of them continued smiling as their log drifted down the watery path.

“This has been an absolutely fantastic day, MC.” Diavolo beamed, “I know we’re supposed to be here on business but this one break has lifted so much stress for me; I’d love it if we could do this more often.”

“Of course, my Lord!” MC grinned, “I’m sure the other brothers would love it here too.”

“Well...” Diavolo smirked, “I was actually thinking it could just be the two of us. Perhaps there’s more of the human realm you’d love to show me.”

Suddenly MC was blushing as their log began drifting up the incline. It was rather steep and as they got closer to the top, the human began to giggle. “I forgot how high this is!”

“You’ve lived with 7 of the most powerful demons and it’s the log flume that frightens you?” Diavolo joked, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

“You can’t compare the two!” MC laughed as she felt herself lean back; gravitating toward Diavolo’s muscular torso.

Feeling the log begin to slow down, their bodies began to tilt forward. “Hold on tight.” Diavolo grinned as he wrapped his arms unconsciously around MC as she continued shuffling closer to his torso.

She let out a squeak as they went down. Being so flustered by the Prince behind her, MC forgot to mention that there was a camera on this ride. Therefore, neither of them noticed when there was a bright flash for a split second as they soared down the slope.

Of course, having a 7ft tall, absolutely ripped demon on the ride, the log naturally caused a huge splash. And all of that water soon came falling down on them both as they laughed.

“Oh wow!” Diavolo chuckled, “I haven’t smiled like that in a long time.”

The pair of them were too busy enjoying each other’s company to notice the extent of how wet they were. Reaching the end of the ride, they stepped out of the log and made their way to the photo booth.

Of course, Diavolo fell in love with their photo. Even though neither of them were looking at the camera, he loved how natural it was. Both had huge smiles on their faces and were sat incredibly close to each other. Therefore, Diavolo bought every option; a printed photo, a key ring, a fridge magnet - actually he got two fridge magnets because he thought Barbatos may want one - an electric copy...you name it.

Walking away from the ride with Diavolo carrying his new bag of photo gifts, they approached Lucifer. However, both of them were surprised when he didn’t greet them as normal.

His eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he gawped at the two of them walking toward him.

“Luci?” MC chuckled, “what’s wrong?”

“Yeah! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Diavolo laughed.

“Sorry, my Lord.” Lucifer blushed, quickly diverting his eyes from where they were glued to, “I just think that perhaps white wasn’t the best colour to wear on such a ride.”

Turning to face each other as they were confused, MC and Diavolo suddenly noticed what had happened. Perhaps Lucifer was right. After all, what happens to white clothes when they get wet? They go see through. And what a day for MC to not wear a bra...

“Oh...” Diavolo smirked before biting his lip teasingly. He hadn’t even realised he could quite clearly see MC’s breasts and now that he has seen them, he couldn’t take his eyes off them! “Now I definitely want to come back here.”

Meanwhile, MC was blushing profusely. She didn’t know whether to be flustered by Diavolo’s stare or the fact that she could see each of his defined muscles. And not only that, she could quite clearly see his nipple piercings too.

The three of them were stood in silence momentarily.

“Perhaps we should get you both dried off before we go back to the car.” Lucifer cleared his throat, still trying to act unbothered.

“That won’t be necessary.” Diavolo simpered, holding his arm out for MC. Stepping into his side, she grinned to herself as Diavolo wrapped her in an embrace. “We’re fine like this.”

“Mhm.” MC nodded eagerly.

Lucifer eyed the pair of them up. He didn’t like just how close the two of them had gotten on their trip. He’s a very territorial demon and seeing somebody else with what he believes is ‘his’ made him feel uncomfortable. But how was he supposed to pull MC away from Diavolo?

“In fact, to avoid getting you wet too Lucifer, I think I’ll sit in the back with MC for the rest of the journey.” Diavolo stated with a not so innocent smile.

“Yes...my Lord.” Lucifer nodded very hesitantly.

[ruewrites]

Thrones are Built on Lies Chapter 4:  Little White Lies

AO3

Ship: ???, Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 3083

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey guys! I hopy you’re continuing to enjoy the story so far! I love hearing your feedback especially when it comes to theories you might have about the story.

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The magic of Arcadia runs deep in her roots. Legends tell of deep underground caverns filled with guardians and traps which prove perilous to anyone who dare venture into the deep. It is also said the royal family has their own connections as well. The gods had entrusted the first Kings and Queens to the magic in order to both protect it and the land which it sleeps beneath. Magic then became a part of the family bloodline. It is unknown whether or not it skips generations and no one is exactly sure as to how  it shows itself within different family members. Some believe that this (magic) is also the reason that the Arcadian kingdom became an empire, as it allowed Kings and Queens to emerge victorious from battle time and time again. 

Regardless of whether these tales are fact or fiction, it is undeniable that Arcadia holds power in one form or another. Many sources point to magic, yet none have substantial proof due to the fact that if it does indeed exist the royal family would certainly be rather protective of it. This may also be why they are peculiar about who they let into the family.

Furthermore-

That had been the last of Solomon's summary before he had collapsed onto his parchment. The wax from his candle slowly dripped downwards towards the tin holder below. He functioned incredibly well as a king, but not so much as a human person.

Low knocks on his door roused him, grumbling from his slumber. He stood from his chair, allowing his vertebrae to crack as he did so, and trudged over to the door. 

"Good Morning," Simeon's all too cheerful voice rang out, "You have ink smudged on your face."

"Aren't you a little cheery this morning Simeon?" Solomon asked, attempting to wipe the ink off of his face.

"You've never been a morning person have you? Perhaps it's a good thing the princess ran into me so she wouldn't have to see you like this," Simeon lifted a tray stacked with eggs, pancakes, and a variety of meats and cheeses, "She wanted to bring you breakfast since you weren't at the table. Apparently there's something she wants to speak with you about."

"Something?" Solomon repeated, ignoring the jabs aimed at him and eyeing the food in front of him.

"She wouldn't elaborate, but she did seem nervous. Incredibly so."

"Really now?"

"The entire tray was shaking in her hands."

So her mood hadn't improved from last night. If anything, it seemed to be worse now. Taking the tray from Simeon, Solomon moved to sit on his bed. Yet another problem added to his list. 

No. He shouldn't think of her as a problem.

That wasn't the way to approach this, grumpy or not.

"I should probably seek her out then," he sighed, starting to work on his breakfast, "If she really is that anxious it'll be easy for her to lose her nerve. The sooner we speak, the less time she has to dwell on it."

Simeon stared at him for a moment. Solomon tried to ignore the look on his face. It was one he'd  become familiar with. He only ever saw it when Simeon felt the need to be brutally honest with him.

"Are you sure you should go through with this marriage?"

There it was.

He set down his fork and sighed.

"This family seems, what's the word, unfit for someone like you. They're disjointed and rather chaotic. I'm sure the death of their father doesn't help things, but," Simeon sighed, "I just don't want you stuck in something like this."

Solomon mulled over Simeon's words in his head. Dinner with the family certainly had been quite the event. If Simeon was saying something then he must have also witnessed something. Surely, marrying into the royal family would prove to be more of a commitment than he originally thought. But he couldn't give up on his ambition. Not when he was here. 

"Simeon, we're in Arcadia. Opportunities like this don't just hand themselves out! To give this up would be ludicrous!" Solomon said. Though he still saw the doubt swimming in Simeon's eyes, so he continued, "Besides, if her family is always like this, marrying me will bring her a sense of normalcy."

"Solomon-"

"Am I wrong Simeon?" 

Simeon didn't say a word.

Solomon ate the rest of his breakfast in silence, said silence stretched into the time it took him to walk to his clothes, "Where is Luke?"

"With Lord Diavolo's butler. Barbatos made quite the impression on him yesterday."

"Really?"

"Really."

And Luke had been so set on not trusting any Arcadian. Though, to his credit, Barbatos wasn't Arcadian so to speak. So the child had found a loophole. Sweets and cakes were the way to a child's trust it seemed. 

"Who knows Simeon, you may lose your apprentice to a butler."

"Oh I highly doubt that."

Solomon decided on something a bit more relaxed today. Perhaps if he wasn't wearing his kingly attire Lilith would be more incline to open up around him. He needed her to feel comfortable around him. How were they to make this work otherwise? Solomon refused to live a miserable life. 

He stepped out from behind the curtain in a loose shirt that left part of his chest exposed and black slacks. "Well?" he asked, turning in a circle around himself, "What do you think? Is it enough to make a princess swoon?"

"I do believe so. Maybe even enough for you to start your own little family tonight."

Solomon flinched, "I wouldn't go that far."

"And why not?"

Oh why not? For starters he wouldn't be able to devote time to his research. Solomon was a busy man, he had things he needed to do before he was too old to meet his goals. A child he wasn't prepared for yet would put more than a damper in his plans. Not to mention, stress he wasn't prepared for. Then there had also been Lilith's reaction to the very mention of fertility. 

No.

A child right now wouldn't be the right thing.

Not for him.

"You are aware her brother already seems to despise me right? He already doesn't want me in her room, I don't think I'd live to see another day if I added to his family tonight," he said. It was a partial truth. Not his main concern, but a partial truth nonetheless. 

Simeon only chuckled in response. 

After his trusted friend left to find his apprentice, Solomon went after his fiance. 

He had to wonder if she was hiding from him. He figured he wouldn't run into her right away, but he at least figured that it wouldn't take very long to find her. 

Surely he expected to see someone, anyone, to ask where she might be but every hall was oddly empty.

Just like the streets of Arcadia.

The first person he ran into was none other than Azazel. Well, it was better than running into the crown prince himself. At least Solomon could assume that Azazel didn't despise him.

He appeared to be inspecting each of the thrones, moving them ever so slightly in one direction or another. His fingers caressed the throne in the center, following its every curve and bend. Focus consumed his eyes. Perhaps he was inspecting them for the upcoming coronation? Under his free arm, there was a book. It was thick, leather bound, and from what he could see it also looked worn. 

 Solomon had to wonder if Azazel looked up by chance or if he sensed his presence.

"Solomon, good morning! I was hoping to run into you. You slept well I hope?"

"I did. I'm enjoying a bed to myself while I still can. Thank you Azazel."

He'd have to share one for the rest of his life in a short time. Cool sheets would turn warm and Solomon would lose the comforting familiarity of solitude. He could always have his own room he supposed, but he wasn't sure how his fiance would feel. 

"I do understand what you mean. Speaking of my niece, I do want to apologize for last night."

Solomon tensed. This was already a conversation he didn't want to have.

"I assure you that she's usually polite. We had to work hard to break some of her more stubborn habits, but it appears there was a slip up last night," he frowned and clutched the book tighter, "I had a talk with her this morning, and I can assure you that it will not be happening again. "

"I didn't think she did anything wrong," Solomon's words came out quick and sharp, "In fact, I quite enjoy how she reacted. I would have liked to see her take it farther. After all, she was dragged into the whole thing. It wasn't like she orchestrated it herself." 

Azazel seemed stunned, but he didn't say any more. Instead, he studied Solomon. His fingers drummed against the book in his possession and a low hum left him. 

Solomon had said what he said.

He wasn't going to regret it.

"I see. That certainly isn't something I would have expected you to say," he said, "I would have expected a man with your reputation to be a bit more strict in nature."

Certainly he wasn't implying what Solomon thought he was implying. Strict with Lilith? She was an adult, not a child. 

"She can make her own decisions," Solomon's voice became lower, darker, "I'm not her guardian."

"Whatever she does reflects your reputation as well," Azazel countered in a similar tone, "Keep that in mind when making your decisions."

Solomon hated the way something within him twinged. 

He did want to control how he was remembered.

He wanted to be praised across the ages. 

Azazel's smile returned to his face. "But of course that's something you can do to help curate your own legacy. And speaking of legacies," he held the book out to Solomon, "I've been informed that you took a trip to my nephew's library. I think you and I have similar interests from what I've heard, and I thought you would take interest in this book."

Solomon didn't make a move to take it. 

"It's focused on magic, specifically Arcadian magic, and more in depth than anything else you'll find here. I'm sure such a talented scholar as yourself would thoroughly enjoy it."

It was tempting.

How could he resist? 

Any lead he could get when it came to Arcadia's secrets was one he needed. 

"I was hoping we could chat together at some point over tea? It would be a shame for you to be left out of family secrets when you're about to become family" Azazel slipped his arm to Solomon's back and gazed down at the book in his hands, "I'm sure we'll have plenty to discuss."

When had been the last time Solomon spoke with another scholar? Someone who was on his level of intellect? When had he found the time to do such a thing?

Never.

The truth was that Solomon couldn't remember the last time he'd  had a back and forth conversation. Usually people would listen to him as he rambled on about his studies and interests, but they couldn't contribute to the conversation. It was frustrating and often left Solomon feeling as if he was lacking something. Yes he had knowledge, but he wanted to share it and build on it.

Solomon gripped the cover in his hands.

"I've been meaning to speak with Lilith, but I certainly can start on this book. I'll be able to read enough to discuss with you soon." 

His fingers were itching to start digging into the pages. 

Would it be as enticing as Azazel was promising him?

"Good! Good. Let me know whenever you wish to speak and I shall be waiting for you," Azazel patted his back, and started to leave, "Now I must leave you. I have to speak to Lucifer about the matters of the day. He always has tea with his husband at this hour."

"Wait, do you know where Lilith is?"

"What for? I already said I spoke to her about last night."

"That's not- I was under the impression she wished to speak with me."

Azazel paused for a moment, "Well, I do believe she is busy at the moment."

"With wh-"

"With tasks she must attend to. She also needs to review a few of her lessons, as is evident from last night." 

Solomon thought he'd already made it clear how he felt about last night.

"Now how is that-"

"Listen to me," Azazel snipped, turning his head to look at Solomon, "That innocent looking doe-eyed fiance of yours will bleed you dry and ruin your reputation if you don't watch yourself. Take it from a man who witnessed other reputations ruined. These descendants of my brother will ruin you. They are nowhere near fit to rule alongside the crown prince." 

He turned away from him, "I am their uncle. I think I would know when discipline is the correct form of action."

He had some point Solomon supposed. He had just met the Morningstar family. He knew nothing of them. Yet he couldn't help but want to prove Azazel wrong.

Yes he was a fellow scholar and Solomon would appreciate his company when fit, but that didn't mean he had to agree with him in all of his methods. And Lilith seemed to be one of those things that they'd have to disagree on.

Lilith couldn't be that bad. How could she be that bad?

No one seemed to be able to tell him when her lessons would be done or when he could speak with her.  Not a soul. He thought that he might be able to catch her that day, but he was wrong.

Not that day.

Nor the day after that. 

He kept missing her.

It was driving him insane. 

Maybe he should have gone to breakfast the day she'd said something to Simeon.

He tried to pour himself into his studies, tried to finish his other books so he could get to the one Azazel had entrusted to him. Yet even when he did finish his other books, he couldn't bring himself to open it, not yet.

This one would require all of his focus, and he couldn't focus when he knew that Lilith had some sort of thing to ask of him. 

Something that seemed to have her incredibly nervous.

It was evening, Solomon sat at his desk, pouring over his notes next to dripping candle wax when a knock came from. His door.

Simeon stood slightly behind Lilith who was twiddling her fingers and desperately trying to avoid his gaze.

"They don't know I'm here," her voice was soft, as if she was afraid of speaking any louder lest she summon one of her brothers (or all of them), "I asked your friend if he could take me here… I hope you don't mind."

Solomon shook his head. He wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion, but he opened his door a  bit more, "Not at all, I've been looking for you actually. Would you like to come in?"

No sooner had he motioned for her to come in than her eyes widened in horror and her hands quickly shot up. Nervous laughter spilling from her lips, "Oh no. I was um, actually hoping we could go outside the palace. Somewhere a bit more private…"

Solomon looked at Simeon who shrugged his shoulders.  With a snap of his fingers Solomon extinguished the candle and stepped outside of his room.

"Lead the way." 

Leaving Simeon behind, the two made their way outside and away from the town that surrounded the entrance. Solomon supposed he should have been a bit more wary when they left the gates and the wall that surrounded them, but he wasn't. 

He couldn't help but notice how Lilith kept him at an arm's length away. Could she be worried about his intentions? Maybe he had done something to offend her during her bath, or maybe he shouldn't have followed her in at all. In hindsight that was rude of him. Perhaps there was some way he could reassure her and have her feel safe around him. 

Finally, she came to a stop at a small clearing and sat down, still avoiding his gaze.

It was a warm night, and fireflies danced around the two of them bursting into light every now and again.

Solomon sat a little ways down from her, and looked up at the sky.

"I don't know how to start," she said after a moment. 

"Take your time, there's no need to rush," he said, "Besides, I'm not  usually on the best of sleep schedules anyways."

"Stop that."

Solomon furrowed his brow. What? What had he done? He hadn't moved from his position. He hadn't reached out for her.

What had he done to upset her?

"If you don't mind me asking, what is it that I did?"

Lilith made a small noise of frustration while wiggling and gripping at her sleeves, "Being so nice to me. And charming and funny and attractive- You're making this harder."

Solomon was stunned, "I? I'm? Excuse me?"

Was she planning on calling off their union? No. No no no. Not when he'd come so far. Not when what he desperately wanted was right in his grasp. He couldn't let her go. He had to find some way to fix it.

Standing up, Lilith started to walk towards the other end of the clearing. She was tense and her body was shaking. Honestly, Solomon thought she looked like a scared rabbit.

A scared rabbit who'd been caught nonetheless.

"You're making this so hard for me."

He almost missed her words.

The snuffles came before the hyperventilating, and that's when Solomon came to her. Had he really been that horrible to petrify her in such a way? 

He could figure that out as he went. For now, he needed to calm her down and figure out how to keep their union together. She was his ticket to Arcadia, to new knowledge. He wasn't going to lose her.

"Lilith, I-" he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. 

She smacked it away and quickly turned on her heels to look him dead in the eye. A new sense of fire in her eyes.

“I’m not Lilith.”

[thenextchapter22]

Loving the Demon Prince

Description: Each chapter will feature Diavolo and one of the brothers (and Simeon just because) being in a relationship, acting cute or being flirty, going on dates and such.

Warnings: Cute, Funny, Cheesy, Hints of Sex, Adorable Diavolo

Pairing(s): Diavolo/Mammon, Diavolo/Satan, Diavolo/Beel, Diavolo/Belphie, Diavolo/Leviathan, Diavolo/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer, Diavolo/Simeon

Word Count: 3,574

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: Please enjoy these cute snips of our Demon Prince being adorable and sexy with the other demon bros (and Simeon).

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Mammon

“Young Master, is this such a good idea?”

“Barbatos, my good friend, he means no harm. I have plenty of jewels. It’s adorable how excited he gets so let him have a few moments of happiness at my expense.”

Barbatos sighed. “If that’s what you wish, my Lord.”

Lord Diavolo grinned. He watched on as Mammon, his lover, decorated in his many crown jewels that he told him he could keep, smiled and spoke to himself about all the things he was going to do with his new items he received (mostly sell them). From necklaces, to rings, even an actual crown, Mammon was decked out in gold. It suited him so well.

“Ohh, this will go for a shit ton of grimm,” he said excitedly, clutching a large black diamond to his chest. He hugged it like it was a baby.

Diavolo was getting a bit heated looking on at his smiling face, with his fingers clutching gold and silver. Mammon acted all macho around others but he was a softy at heart. He just needed a little love and some sweet gestures and he turned into goo. Diavolo thought it was one of his best qualities.

“Mammon.”

The white-haired demon stopped his captivation to glance at the Prince. “Yeah?”

Diavolo took his hand, and kissed his many ring adorned fingers. His skin was so sweet on his lips. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Mammon blushed. “O-oh, okay.” He bit his lip when Diavolo started tugging him along, the sounds of all the jewelry clinging as they went.

Barbatos held back a chuckle, but Diavolo, knowing the butler for so long, shook his head at the snake-tailed demon as they passed him. “I’ll have super brought to your rooms later this evening, young Master.”

“Excellent. Come, Mammon.” He paused, then looked back at his lover with a seductive smirk. “Well, not yet.”

Mammon whined. “Dia!”

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Satan

“So you just drink coffee and pet cats?”

“Exactly.”

“This sounds wonderful! Let us go now!”

Satan chuckled at the eagerness. It never got old how much Lord Diavolo put into everything.

So they went to the café, it was in the human world but being the Demon Prince had perks. Taking a booth in the back, they got a few treats and some drinks, enjoyed some small talk, until a pair of cats came strolling up to them.

Satan found them to be quite pretty, one sleek black with bright green eyes, the other orange with white stripes and dark brown eyes with flecks of gold. He took the orange cat in his arms as she was closest, and she purred while he pet her fur.

Diavolo copied him, but his cat was a bit claw crazy and he got scratched. The cat escaped his grip and went to drink some milk on the table. Diavolo looked dejected.

Satan sighed, but smiled. He knew what went wrong. “No, slowly pet them. He’s a bit skittish I think. Some are so you have to be gentle.”

“Gentle,” Diavolo whispered, once again petting the cat in front of him.

It took a few minutes but he once again held the cat, proudly, and they both held the purring creatures in their arms while sipping hot coffee. It was pleasant and perfect.

“This is great fun, I may take one of these cats home. But Barbatos would not enjoy cleaning up the fur.” Diavolo grinned at Satan, and kicked at his feet under the table childishly. Satan did so back, happily. One of the greatest things Satan loved about being with Diavolo was that he brought out Satan’s fun side, he was allowed to be silly with the Prince.

But he was shocked at what Diavolo’s next words were as he leaned forward towards Satan, licking his lips sensually. “I want to see you in your kitten ears tonight, purring for me.”

Satan blushed. “Yes, Master.”

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Belphie

“The stars are quite lovely tonight, but not as lovely as you are beneath them.”

“Cheesy,” Belphie said to Diavolo with a smirk. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

Belphie was in full demon form, and he used his tail to wrap around Diavolo’s waist to tug him close. They ended up falling to the pillow-ridden floors, laughing as they rolled around until they ended up on their backs. Hands linked, they gazed upwards at the darkened Devildom sky with scattered flickers of bright lights, from orange to blue to red.

Looking to his left at the gorgeous and kind demon, Belphie couldn’t help but think, how did he ever get so lucky to have the Future King as his own? After all he had put the three realms through those many years ago with the human exchange student.

“Do you despise me?” he asked softly.

Diavolo looked shocked. Pulling the youngest into his arms and onto his strong sturdy chest, Diavolo kissed his forehead, careful of his horns. “I would never despise you, my love.”

Belphie sighed into his chest. How could he say that? He nearly killed the human student in his desire to see all humans die for some stupid revenge. Then Diavolo spared him, and in his punishment which mostly consisted of cleaning like a servant around the palace and his own home, he found love with the Prince in his time seeing him at the castle. And oddly enough, the Prince came to love him, too.

“You’ve learned many things, Belphie, and you’ve grown into an incredible demon. I cherish each moment I have with you.”

Belphie nodded. Diavolo’s words reassured him. “I do, too.”

Diavolo held the Sloth demon’s cheek in his large hand, Belphie’s lashes fluttered closed as they kissed softly. It was a sweet kiss, full of love, and it was his way of letting him know that the Prince would always care for him.

“I love you, Belphegor.”

“I love you, too, Dia.”

Under the bright stars atop the palace, Belphie and Diavolo snuggled close, keeping the other warm. Occasionally kissing, but mostly snuggling, content in the others’ arms. And if Belphie fell asleep, then Diavolo would simply carry him to their rooms to snuggle in the warmth of the bed, and wake him with even more sweet kisses.

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Beel

Beel’s two favorite places were a kitchen for obvious reasons, and a gym. He loved to work out before he ate a big meal. If he didn’t, he might have a bigger stomach. But also he just really liked the feeling he got in his muscles when he worked out, it was almost the same as when he ate a really yummy cheeseburger.

And once he found out he could use the palace gymnasium, he was thrilled. Being in a relationship with the crown Prince meant he could use the palace kitchen when he was there, too, and Barbatos made the best food.

His favorite thing, though, was when Diavolo worked out with him. Beel had a decent 8 pack, but so did Diavolo. The Gluttony avatar always stared at him when he did his weight lifting sets. Like right then, the Prince was lifting with one arm, and his chest was bare, glistening, flexing, and he made these grunting noises that made Beel’s sweat pants tighten.

“Staring again, Beelzebub?” Diavolo teased, flexing his arms as he set down the large hand weight.

“N-no… Yes…” Beel blushed. “Sorry.”

Diavolo chuckled. “Don’t be, I love it when you do.” He winked. “I think that’s enough for today, though. Let’s clean up and we can go have a snack.”

Beel’s eyes lit up. He was so perfect. “Okay.”

Once cleaned up, and after helping the Prince wipe down his back with a towel (if Beel wasn’t hungry he would have definitely been more adventurous with that towel), they sat at the bar top of the kitchen on the main level of the castle. Barbatos just left, having set out a plethora of treats for the both of them.

“Here, try this one, it’s a super spicy fried bat wing,” Diavolo held it out to Beel by his hand.

This was brave of him, but Beel was gentle when he took it with his mouth. Plus he had his mouth in other places on Diavolo’s body before.

He swallowed it and nodded, it was delicious! "Mmm that was sinfully good.”

Diavolo smirked. “Can I taste?”

Beel nodded. He was about to offer the Prince one because they had two plates full and he could spare just one for him of course, but then Diavolo’s tongue was in his mouth. Beel moaned, he tasted so good. Better than the bat wings, no doubt about it.

“Let’s finish eating, I have some more plans for how we can spend our evening together. And it involves dessert.”

Minutes later, the food was gone. Diavolo had grabbed something from the fridge, a can of spray cream, and some red fruit that looked like human food, and inclined his head towards the hall. “Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”

__++__

Leviathan

“How do you use this?”

Leviathan sighed for the tenth time. Diavolo was clueless. For being such an incredible Prince, he really couldn’t figure out how to work a controller?

“Here, you push this to jump, move this to turn left and right, and this is the special move button.”

“Right. I think I understand now.”

“Great! Let’s play!”

They sat on the floor in Leviathan’s room on pillows, snacks and drinks around them. One hour later, Levi was pissed. How did this demon, who did not know what a joy stick was until Levi explained it, beat him 17 times? This was a disaster for an otaku like him, what would his fellow gamers say if they found out a newbie won him? He would be ruined, forever know as a loser.

He sniffled. “Not fair. I’ve mastered this game, I’ve never lost before…”

Diavolo put his hand on Levi’s shoulder, the purple-haired demon flinching. Diavolo didn’t falter. “Don’t be so upset, my love, it’s only a game.”

That made him shrink into himself more, and Diavolo frowned. He knew how much these things meant to Levi, but not to this extent. Really, after being lovers for a few months now, he did not understand the nerdy demon very well. But he got used to his shy personality that suddenly blossomed when he spoke about his passions for his games. It was cute how much he loved these devices of his.

The Prince grabbed Levi by his waist and began showering his face in kisses, trying to distract him from the sadness emitting from him. He also began tickling his sides with his fingers, gripping one hip in his hand to keep him still.

Levi sputtered, giggling uncontrollably. “Dia, noo, stop! Ha ha ha! That tickles, please!” Levi bat at him with all his might. Eventually he even transformed into his demon form, and tried using his tail to shove the larger demon away but it was not working.

“Not until you say ‘I am the greatest gamer of all time’!”

“N-no, no way!” Levi laughed, his face was aching. “P-please stop!”

Diavolo let up, and put his head on top Leviathan’s, the demon in return wrapping them both with his serpent tail. They stayed that way until Levi got his breath back to normal. Diavolo loved to hold Levi like a doll for some reason, not that the otaku minded, but it took some time to get used to it.

“It was dumb luck,” Levi murmured, “I just know it.”

“Hm. Why don’t we play again, then?”

“I will beat you, Dia. I promise on my Ruri-chan that I will defeat you.”

Diavolo’s eyes flashed. “Challenged… accepted.”

Leviathan gasped. “Oh, it’s on.”

They played until Leviathan’s wins overtook Diavolo’s. Only then did the two cuddle together, and Levi said into Diavolo’s neck from the Prince’s lap with firmness, “I am the greatest gamer of all time.”

Diavolo hummed, smirking into the soft hair of his love. “You are, my sweet little otaku, you most definitely are.” He would never know that the entire time that Diavolo was letting him win.

__++__ 

Asmo

“Let’s do this color for your nails, it’ll look so good with your skin tone~”

Diavolo agreed. “You know best, Asmo. Whatever you want to do.”

Asmo started to paint, holding the larger tan hand in his own as he flawlessly brushed the Prince’s nails with shiny polish. “Oh, whatever I want to do, hmm? What if I wanted to bend over right now and have you take me?” He grinned, eyes flashing with lustful power.

Diavolo laughed. While Asmo never failed to turn him on, there was one thing stopping that. “I think we should wait for the paint to dry before we get frisky, my love.”

Asmo sighed. “I suppose…”

Diavolo never got a lot of time to relax, so being treated to a spa day with his lover Asmodeus was something he had been looking forward to all week. Asmo was cheeky, flirty, and never afraid to speak his mind. Sure, Diavolo had to praise him for his looks almost every time he saw the Lust demon, but that wasn’t too difficult seeing as he was very pretty.

“There, all done! Oh, I have the greatest idea. Your hair has gotten a big long, can I braid it?” Asmo begged with his eyes, pouting. He leaned in so close to Diavolo the Prince couldn’t help but nip at his lips a little, Asmo moaning loudly.

Asmo breathed against his lips, “If you keep that up, I might just have to deal with the nail polish on my bed.”

Diavolo chuckled, and playfully swat Asmo’s butt as he turned around to grab something from his vanity (which was littered with items that Diavolo had no clue what half of them were for). The demon ‘oooh’ed and wiggled it. “Perhaps later, I don’t find the idea of getting wet polish on myself that appealing.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“But if you’d like to braid my hair, feel free.”

“I’d never turn down a chance at fingering your lovely locks, my beautiful prince.”

Asmo stood behind Diavolo while he kept his seat. The younger demon’s elegant fingers began weaving through his hair. He couldn’t do much, just two short braids on either side, and Asmo giggled when he saw the Prince’s face. He usually looked so fierce and large, he was the soon to be King he had to, but right then he looked adorable. Big eyes, braided hair, a charming smile. Asmo was truly in love with someone other than himself, even if just a little bit.

“How do I look, darling?”

“Positively radiant.” Asmo plopped down onto his lap, and tugged one of the braids. “Truly magnificent.”

Diavolo narrowed his eyes but kept a hold on his hips so he would not fall, Asmo in return holding his shoulders. “Oh, are we playing some sort of game, Asmodeus?”

Wiggling his butt, Asmo smirked back and said, “Hmm, you know exactly what kind of games I like~”

Thankfully the nail polish had dried. Because Asmo’s bed would have never been the same if not for quick dry nail polish.

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Lucifer

“Even you need to get some sleep, Luci. You’re always beautiful to me, but your eyes have bags.”

Lucifer sighed. His head ached, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn’t help but blurt out his troubles. “It’s just… Mammon has stolen Asmo’s jewelry again, and apparently there was something important about it I cannot remember but Asmo won’t shut up about it. Leviathan hasn't come out of his room in a week. Plus Belphie and Beel are fighting and the entire house can sense it and Satan is up to something again. I keep seeing him eyeing me with that smirk that means trouble.”

Diavolo cooed, and pulled Lucifer into his arms. Luckily school was on a break, otherwise Diavolo would feel guilty for adding more to his plate.

At first, the Prideful demon was stiff. Then he melted into the embrace and hugged back. “You need some coffee or sleep.”

“Perhaps both.”

Diavolo laughed. “Let’s take a nap, and then we can have coffee together afterwards. I’ll ask Barbatos to make us his special coffee cakes as well. What do you say?”

Lucifer smiled. He was truly spoiled with Diavolo as his lover. “It sounds excellent. My bed or yours?”

“I think mine would be best.”

Traveling to the castle, they settled in Diavolo’s massive bed after Lucifer changed into his spare silk PJ’s he left there always. Diavolo behind on the mound of pillows, Lucifer laying on his side using Diavolo as his own pillow. The Prince’s fingers ran through the dark locks of his hair, and the motion had Lucifer falling asleep soon, cuddled to the warmth of the Demon Prince, and his comforting scent.

He woke up to the coffee smell and something sweet came with it, too. Lucifer struggled to open his eyes. He was, as he always said, not a morning demon.

“Wake up, love, I have coffee and something delicious for you. Let me see those gorgeous rubies.” Diavolo kissed between his eyes, and Lucifer groaned. Diavolo chuckled. “C’mon, we made a promise to have coffee together.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and combing his hair with his fingers. A tray of small brown gooey cakes and cups of coffee sat between them. Lucifer grabbed the coffee first, and downed a big gulp, the burn was wonderful.

“Try this, Barbatos made it just hours ago.” Diavoko put a bite on his fork, and pressed it to Lucifer’s closed lips. He got a glare in response, but Lucifer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth for Diavolo to give him the sweet cake. He licked his lips, it was actually very tasty, and went well with the dark roast.

Diavolo hummed. “You’ve got a little bit riiiiight,” he pecked his cheek, “here.” They gazed into each other’s eyes, and the room got heated, the hot coffee in their belly’s fueling the fire building inside them. Suddenly, Diavolo kissed him soundly, pressing him back onto the bed. The coffee was left forgotten on the tray. Luckily the bed was big enough not to cause a spill, because there were plenty of vibrations to cause it to.

It seemed all Lucifer needed was some sleep, coffee, and Diavolo to get back to his normal self again.

__++__

Simeon

The gardens at Diavolo’s castle were in full bloom on this cool night. All the flowers, poisonous or not, looked radiant under the Devildom moon.

“Your garden is lovely.”

“Thank you, angel. Not as lovely as you but still…”

Simeon chuckled, a light blush dancing across his cheeks. “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?”

Diavolo laughed. “I hope so.”

Simeon ran his gloved fingers over blooming bushes of dark roses. “They smell delightful, too. Like smoke and cinnamon. We don’t have flowers like this in the Celestial Realm. They all smell like…roses.”

They laughed together, sharing soft smiles while traversing the maze of the garden. Simeon reached a hand out to touch a bright orange flower that looked similar to a Daisy, but Diavolo took his hand quickly.

“Ah, don’t touch those ones. Your hand may catch fire.”

Simeon blinked. The Prince watched as his angel blushed from the simple contact of their hands. “Interesting. Thank you.”

He never thought he’d get to be with an angel, of all beings, but Simeon was different than most angels. Once the war ended and years passed, the three different realms grew closer. The exchange program ended centuries ago and ever since then Diavolo had been fascinated with this young angel so ready to help, always with a smile, and gorgeous, too. Lucifer was the one who got them together, whether he admitted it or not, with how often Simeon had come to visit him eventually Diavolo pushed his way in to know more about this beautiful creature from the heavens.

Diavolo kissed the knuckles of Simeon’s hand softly, the blue-eyed man shuddering, feeling the warmth of the demons kiss through fabric of his gloves. His angel deserved soft things (although, surprisingly, it was a different case in the bedroom) and Diavolo was always going to pamper him with soft kisses when he could.

Smiling with his eyes, Simeon gestured to a bench that say between two tall blooming bushes, varying shades of red and pink bell flowers dripping from the branches overhanging. “Let’s go sit and watch the stars?”

“Whatever my beloved wants, he shall get.”

“Diavolo…” Simeon squeezed his hand, striding to the wooden bench with Diavolo trailing behind. “You embarrass me sometimes, truly.”

“Is it such an embarrassment for me to give you the stars?”

“You’re a poet now, hm?” Simeon shook his head. But he was grinning, and when Diavolo sat down beside him, he placed his head onto the larger man’s shoulder and sighed happily. They looked upward, the smell of fragrant flowers and crisp night air surrounding them. Diavolo wrapped his arm around Simeon’s lower back to tug him in close, and breathed in his sweet scent. Peaceful.

“Never in my long live did I think I would feel love for a demon. Yet here we are. And I’m so very happy to have met you, Diavolo.”

“I’m the luckiest demon in all the realms to have such a beautiful angel in my arms to love.”

[mmmonie]

This is kind of a mix of my first post and my second post? But with a focus on the brothers. I’m linking them just so there’s less confusion LOL this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the other posts (I’m so sorry sjnwsjsj) hcs under the read more hellll yeaaaa

* Because Satan is the only natural demon of his family, he did go through a (kind of) juvenile phase and it was absolute madness. 

* Literally no one (save probably Barbatos) knew this was going to happen. 

* U know that comic that’s like “master what’s happening to me!!!” And the master’s like “I don’t know....that’s scary.....” uhm Satan and his brothers at the start of this LOL

* I’m gonna say that Satan was fully formed when he was born (though tbh I could go either way baby Satan is SUCH a good concept) So he was having a moment more akin to a human born. His juvenile phase was even more delayed because for a while there he really was just Wrath incarcerate. (I could go into more depth about how/why he forced himself out of that but LOL no not right now.) 

* So for literally everyone in the house this was completely out of left field. Satan already had demonic forms and his powers so no one expected the sudden influx of instincts he would get. 

* Since the first part of a juvenile phase is the instinct to play, Satan was (poorly) trying to get his brothers in on it. At this point he still wasn’t good at expressing even basic needs and wants so this was. Very confusing to say the least LOL. 

* The first one to realize he wasn’t attacking (with the purpose to kill LOL) was Mammon. He was the first to research and actively play fight with him (and getting Beel to join in) sometimes if Satan is feeling particularly rambunctious, he’ll still ask Mammon or Beel to play fight in the garden.

* It’s a rarity now though. Satan doesn’t like giving into his baser instincts and hates that he seems to be the only one who has those inclinations. However, everyone in the family has the same problem, some just have a better facade (Lucifer & Asmo) and others are just too lazy or anxious (Levi & Belphie) 

* Beel and Mammon in particular are susceptible to those feelings that’s (partly) why Beel started working out and why Mammon is as restless as he is. Beel and Mammon will regularly tussle and both see it as bonding. 

* Satan did go through a sleepy second half, though this was probably a combination of instincts and the effort he was putting into calming down rather than what happens in a normal juvenile phase. There are a lot of pictures from this time LOL he hates it. Like stop showing mc that time i dragged everyone into my nest and wouldn’t let them leave fuck you 

* This was kind of a soothing balm on the loss everyone experienced. Of course it wasn’t enough to take the pain away, but your newborn brother being extra cute is a nice momentary reprieve from your daily guilt and grief right? It’s also helpful that he purred so much LOL 

* Speaking of purring...

* You will often hear Levi purr, not because he’s happy but as a self soothing mechanism. He will purr A LOT if he thinks he fucked up that day. He will also purr if he’s stressed in public. (please don’t bring it up it embarrasses him.) His happy purr is very quiet, but you can hear it when he’s talking excitedly about something (Or if you say you want to hang out with him lol) 

* Belphie doesn’t consciously purr that often but he does purr in his sleep. If you get Beel (or MC) to lay next to him it increases tenfold. Don’t tell him...but if his other siblings lay next to him too, his purring increases.........just a bit.........(a lot) he will also purr to act cute and get his way with his siblings. (SPOILED BRAT LOL) it works 99.9% of the time. 

* In contrast, Beel is probably the most liberal with his purrs. He’ll purr for just about anything. The weathers nice? He’s purring. His brothers are getting along today? He’s purring. He’s thinking about his favorite snack? You get the picture. Also it’s loud as fuck because he’s a big boy. “Woah, was that a motorcycle?” “No it’s just Beel thinking about his next meal.” 

* Beel also purrs in his sleep. However, he purrs more when he’s having nightmares because he’s trying to soothe them away. (Haha...........sorry that hurt me too) 

* Asmo tends to talk through his purring which is so very cute (and he knows it) it’s almost like talking through a laugh, it can make just about anyone smile because it’s infectious. (He learned this from Mammon as a tactic to get what he wants.) There is a difference between his actual happy purr and when he’s just putting on a show. You’ll also hear him self soothe on a self care day. Not because he’s unhappy but because he read its good for you. 

* Lucifer, of course, doesn’t purr very often, but when he does he’s just about as loud as Beel. Something about bottling it up just makes it come out as loud as possible I suppose... He really has to suppress it when he sees things like his brothers sleeping in a pile after a movie night. He has to leave the room to go purr in his office or whatever. Loser. Just tell your family you love them. 🙄 Much like Levi, he’ll also purr at his desk when he’s stressed, though he’ll only do it when he’s absolutely sure he’s alone. 

* Satan used to purr A LOT. Especially around his siblings and ESPECIALLY in his juvenile phase. it was the one thing that stopped them all from going crazy. Satan would be a nuisance all day long and then at the end of the day he’d curl up near his siblings and unconsciously purr his little heart out. Everyone would immediately forgive him for whatever he did that day just because it was SO fucking cute. And when he hit the sleepy part of his phase? It was over for EVERYONE. Suddenly all that fighting was worth it, especially when Satan would drag them over to the little nest he made to nap and purr because of the safety his siblings provided him <3 I fucking WEEP

* Needless to say he doesn’t do that much anymore. What, do you think he actually loves his siblings or something? Tch. 

* Mammon is the second one you’ll hear purr the most. Though he does do it to be charming, he will naturally purr through talking or laughing. He learned he can easily get his way with that with weaker willed demons early on and he’s not above using it to his advantage. Like Levi, if you can hear it if he’s especially excited about something. Though you can barely make out his words through his purr. 

* Surprisingly (besides Beel & Belphie) Lucifer is probably the least touched starved, just because Diavolo is so naturally touchy. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time. I imagine it annoyed Lucifer at first but he’s grown to appreciate it. I don’t think I need to say who the most touch starved is. (*coughs and points at Levi’s room*) 

* The two who are most acclimated to the way demons use causal touch are Asmo and Mammon. Asmo’s a little obvious as to why, but Mammon learned so he could swindle people out of their money lol can’t come off unfriendly to your new buddy now, can you? 

* Satan is naturally touchy, but he’s learned to curb those instincts because of his previously angelic siblings and their aversion to touch. he still tries to (subconsciously) touch his siblings though like sitting thigh to thigh with Asmo on the couch, or letting Mammon ruffle his hair.

[shinebrite97]

Part 8

Read part 7 here

          Yuri had overslept. Massively.                By the time she stumbled down the stairs to the main floor and into the dining room, still adjusting the last top button on her uniform jacket, only Levi and Belphegor remained.                "You're lucky Lucifer left already," Levi said. "He was steaming mad when you didn't come down to breakfast."               "Why didn't you come to my room if you couldn't sleep?” Belphie asked. Yuri yawned, rolling her eyes as she picked up a roll from the table.               “It’s fine,” She said. “I have to go.”               She made the trip alone, something so rare that it took her half the walk to realize. By the time she took the last bite of bread, she slowed her stride, taking in the sounds of the pitch black morning and the slightly humid air, all the way up the incline that led right to the gates of RAD.                An eternity of demon college is somehow better than the next fifty years in the workforce…

             She could see the tower of the north wing in the distance, picking up the pace as other demons walked around her. They mostly ignored her now, fully used to the presence of the exchange students, not to mention the scent of the seven powerful demons that lingered on her soul.                Several demons, some in humanoid forms, others nothing more than black shapes clothed in the gray and red, walked into the building, while others hung around in the courtyard. It was a scene Yuri had witnessed in her own school days and then in anime as an adult.               Thinking of anime instantly brought Levi to the front of her mind, and thinking of Levi caused her to smile. She felt bad now about being snappy as she left the house, and decided to apologize later...after her apology to Lucifer.                But first there was a far more pressing appointment.

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                She knew exactly which turns to make, and which stairs to run up to get to the council room. And when she skidded to a halt outside the doors, she heard a causal argument happening inside.                 "Lucifer, I promise you. Yuri is just fine."                "Then why won't you tell me what is going on?"                 "I would need her permission first."                "Permission? From a human?" Lucifer huffed. "Have you forgotten your place, milord?"                “Of course not.” Diavolo replied in a low voice. Yuri knocked on the door, three loud hard knocks that stung her knuckles before she opened the door.                “Yuri…” Lucifer said.                “Sorry I'm late,” She said. “You wanted to see me, Lord Diavolo?”                “Yuri…” he smiled. The welcoming expression was fleeting though, as the smile fell and he turned to face Lucifer again. “I need to speak with you privately.”               “Of course.” She replied.               “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”                Lucifer’s voice was as sharp as the crack of a whip. Yuri stiffened where she stood, shrinking back at his ferocious roar, an action that did not go unnoticed by Diavolo who took a few steps toward her, standing in front of her as he glared at Lucifer.               “Have some decorum, Lucifer!” He snapped. “There is no need to take your frustration out on her.”               “I’ve tried to give you both the benefit of the doubt, Milord...I told Yuri she had a week to settle matters before I expected an explanation, but my patience is running thin. What could be so bad that you feel the need to hide it from me while I am in front of you?”               Talk about FOMO… Yuri tried to hide the smile from that thought in her head and turned her attention to Diavolo.               “Yuri,” Diavolo finally said. “I asked you to come here because I received a call yesterday afternoon from the RAD newspaper. They would like to do an editorial about my upcoming coronation, and they’d like to interview us together.”               “I see.” She replied.                “Why does the RAD newspaper want to interview Yuri?” Lucifer asked. “How are you involved with my charge, Milord?”                “Sir...we should just tell him.” Yuri said.                “I agree. It’s far too late to stay a secret.”               “This had better be good.”  Lucifer crossed his arms, eyes narrowed stoically as he waited.               "Yuri and I are romantically involved."                Lucifer's stance fell. His jaw dropped so quickly his chin could have hit the floor, and his eyes widened.                "We recently made things official." She added.                "We will be married at my coronation ceremony."               Everything happened so quickly, it almost seemed like nothing happened. When Yuri brought her eyes up to face Lucifer, she realized he'd shifted into his demon form. In a heartbeat, he'd rushed them. The smell of black coffee and cologne wafting through the air as Diavolo was whisked from her side.                "STOP!" She screamed.                In another instant, Lucifer was thrown across the room, landing hard against a desk with a resounding crash.  He stood up, lips a tense line as he brushed off the shoulders of his cloak.                “Is this true?” he asked. The silence resonated, no one uttering a sound until Lucifer’s sharp eyes landed fully on Yuri. She nodded nervously.                “Yes,” She said. “We’ve been dating.”                “For how long?”               “A few days ago,” Diavolo said. “The night I kept Yuri at the castle, I was educating her on my lineage.”               “Does anybody else know?”                “Only Barbatos.” Diavolo replied.               “I suppose that’s to be expected.” He crossed his arms, bringing his attention back to Yuri who stood frozen by Diavolo’s side. “And you are fully consenting to this, Yuri?” He asked.               “Of course!” She said quickly.               “I suppose I don’t have any reason to disagree then,” Lucifer said. “But, milord...wasn’t it you who said that the taboo of interspecies relations still held?”                “Yes.” He said. “But I planned on addressing that during the interview.”               “And what time will that be held?” Yuri asked.                “Yes, what time?” Lucifer asked.                “This afternoon, I’ve arranged it to fit in with the break so we can be seated, made up, and answer the questions in time for the last class of the day.”                “You know,” Yuri said. “Yesterday in summoning, the students were saying that you had a side piece. I wonder what their reactions will be when they find out it’s me.”                “A side piece?” Diavolo asked.                “Oh, like… a girl who was only with you for the money…” Yuri explained.               “I see…” Diavolo replied. She watched as his smile fell, his eyes lowered and his frame dissolved. “Yuri….that’s not how you…..feel, is it?”                “What?” She gasped. “No! Not at all! I…"               “It's alright, Yuri," he said. "I believe you." Yuri noticed that while Diavolo flashed his big smile at her, he didn't sound certain.                 Is he...self-conscious?                She couldn't say another word before Lucifer placed a gloved hand on her back. He was firm, probably angry, but being reasonable in the face of his elder.               “Shall I escort Yuri for her first class?” Lucifer asked, stiffly shifting back into his respectable humanoid form.               “Is that alright, sir?” She asked, looking up to meet Diavolo’s eyes. His face softened, eyes crinkling as his smile grew, his cheeks coloring at the tips and she returned the emotion. He nodded.               "I will see you at lunch." He said.                “Come Yuri."               The walk was awkward and silent. Lucifer’s prominent footsteps echoed through the hallway as he breezed past the trophy cases, old secret passageways, and the ancient weapons that now served as mere decoration.                "I am surprised." He said. "Of all the paths your life could have taken, Yuri… of all the people you could give yourself to, you have chosen the crowned prince of the Devildom."               "Funny how things work out." She replied.               "So do you love him?" Lucifer barely slowed down whereas Yuri froze where she stood, foot slowly returning to the side of the other. Lucifer turned on his heel to face her, arms crossed and eyes cynically narrowed.               "I trust you would never do anything to harm him or attempt to undermine his authority, correct?"                "Of course not!" She replied.                "So what is this dynamic anyway?" He asked. "What made you agree to court Lord Diavolo?"                Yuri bit her lip. A million reasons filed through her head like a rolodex. He's a friend. He's the prince. He's the boss. It sounds fun. He's handsome. It's a challenge.               "As Lord Diavolo explained it to me, in order to take the throne he needs the training, the approval of the leaders and the previous king, and a partner who can ensure an heir."               "An he               "And he asked you--" his angry expression cracked, those black eyes widening and his scowl loosening into something almost scandalized. "Yuri! You agreed to…."               "Yes, Lucifer," She said. "At the time, I'll admit I didn't think about that part at all. He'd taken me to that really nice restaurant and his exact words were 'I need you to marry me.' He waited for me to make a choice, and I guess I still didn't think about...the whole thing...even then, but…I don't know, I guess...I want to help him?"               "It is still a bit unbelievable to me." He said. "A human girl…"               "That has pacts with seven very powerful demons," she added. "A human girl that survived how many different times?"                "Yuri…"               "Besides, I can't lie," she smirked and looked away. "I've always had a thing for an older partner."                 Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up to the ceiling, slowly rolling his neck before fixing her with an unreadable gaze.               "I would say don't mention this to my brothers, but they'll see it in the newspaper tomorrow." He straightened his uniform as he turned on his heel, ready to continue the walk to her classroom.               "I will work alongside Barbatos to see if there are any loopholes to this marriage predicament. Go along for now, we will inform the others privately that it is a farce, and that should minimize the dramatics. We will see what we can do."               "Lucifer?" She asked.               "Never mind it, Yuri." He said. "I am simply looking out for you as is my duty as your ambassador." 

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              Yuri wasn’t sure when she zoned out, or when the lecture had ended. But the persistent poking on her back finally caused her to snap to attention.               “There you are~” Asmodeus said. “As I was saying…” Yuri tried to pay attention, but between her lack of sleep, and the confrontation with Lucifer earlier, and now his tampering into a carefully constructed plan, she felt hopeless.                “Yuri?” Asmodeus asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.               “I’m sorry Asmo,” She said. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Kind of feeling a bit overwhelmed today.”                “Oh Yuri~” He sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He reached over, taking her hand and squeezing it gently.” “During our break, let's go down to the salon, we’ll get you a nice relaxing facial and get you feeling like your pretty little self again, okay?”               “Sorry,” She said. “I can’t today. I'm supposed to meet Lord Diavolo.”               “Lord Diavolo?” She asked. “Why?”                “I don’t know.” She lied.                “He’s been stealing a lot of your attention lately,” He whined. “There’s really not enough of you to go around…”                “How about tonight?” She said. “Once school’s done for the day. I could use something nice.”               “There’s hope for you yet.” He winked, poking her nose with a grin. “See you later then,” He said. “Don’t forget!”               Yuri stood up, going through the motions just like the demons around her, all rising and moving on to the next class.                She plopped herself down next to Solomon, noticing that he’d taken off his cloak and rolled up his sleeves.                She remembered how warm it was on her walk in the morning, and took the time to admire the markings on his arms, black like ink crawling up his forearm, no doubt snaking up his biceps as well. Pact markings from 72 demons.                She wondered where Asmo’s was.                “...Yuri?”                She shook herself out of her reverie in time to catch Solomon discreetly waving a hand in front of her face.                “Huh?”                “Satan wasn’t kidding.” He muttered. “Something has you very preoccupied.”               “It’s been a strange few days.” She said.                “Well, strange certainly is a word for the Devildom.”               “Ha, yeah…” She brought her attention back to the notebook in front of her. Her small handwriting filled a quarter of the page with detailed notes in latin, and with one glance over at Solomon’s notebook, she knew she was falling behind.               Not very becoming of the future queen...

[retro-scorpio]

I have been struggling to come up with a good oneshot for my 20th entry for my XXXMas thing (which I have fallen severely behind in again). The first attempt had a set-up that proved to not make much sense, and the second has me stuck in a rut, especially once another idea popped in my head after listening to one of my favorite songs. However, I believe that the situation I wrote represents something that would occur within the universe that I have created, so instead of deleting it and not allowing it to see the light of day, I’m going to post it as its own thing.

So, without further ado, here’s whatever this is.

Dinners at the House of Lamentation usually begin with someone introducing a topic of conversation. Then, throughout the meal, everyone adds their opinion and debates with others over the validity of their argument. Tonight’s topic revolves around the definition of sexiness. More specifically, who has the ability to be sexy and who doesn’t.

Asmo believes everyone has the ability to be sexy, while Satan thinks that there’s a distinction between looking sexy and being sexy. Normally, I just try to focus on eating my dinner, but for once, I feel the need to interject my opinion. At least it would be better than Satan and Asmo arguing in circles. The moment I open my mouth, though, all eyes are on me, which makes me a tad bit uncomfortable, especially because Julian’s at the table, and he’s not used to these sort of conversations.

“I believe Satan has a point,” I state. “Superficial sexiness can be achieved by anyone. People can put on lingerie and revealing clothing and be called sexy, and there’s nothing wrong with that. However, sometimes sexiness comes from how someone carries themselves. They can be covered head to toe and still attract people because there’s a certain air about them that implies sexiness.”

“You’re just describing Lucifer,” Belphie quips.

“I wasn’t trying to, but he’s a good example,” I reply. “He’s confident, intelligent, and well-spoken. He maintains straight posture as he walks, and he’s serious about the tasks he has to complete. All of those things contribute to his sexiness. It may be quiet and subdued compared to other types, but it’s as magnetic, if not more so.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Mammon exclaims.

“Then tell me, why does Lucifer have so many admirers?”

“Because they have poor taste.”

“Or maybe it’s because they sense what MC’s talking about,” Levi responds. “They know that underneath the serious exterior, there’s a man that exudes so much sexiness that it could lead to intense activities in the bedroom. There are a lot of people at RAD that want to be that freaky.”

“So, would that mean all straightlaced people are sexy? Because that is far from the truth.”

“Lucifer isn’t straightlaced,” Julian quietly remarks. “Straightlaced people generally don’t tie people up and whip them for fun.”

“Would Barbatos be considered straightlaced?” Beel asks.

“Yeah!” Mammon answers.

“No,” I quickly correct. “He and Lucifer are both sadists, Barbatos more so.”

“So, would that make Barbatos sexier than Lucifer?” Satan asks.

“No, because Lucifer’s a lot taller than Barbatos,” Levi replies. “People love a tall man.”

“That’s true, but Barbatos’ job makes him behave in such a way that he appears taller than he actually is.”

“Who else would you consider to be sexy, MC?” Asmo asks. I drink some water and clear my throat before responding,

“Julian.” I hear the sound of a fork being dropped onto a plate; looking towards the noise, I see a rather blushy Julian avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Now you’re just naming everyone you have a crush on!” Mammon complains.

“I’m inclined to agree with MC,” Satan replies. “He may get silly at times, but when he’s focused on something, Julian does exude the type of sexiness people find attractive about Lucifer and Barbatos.”

“It’s not as obvious with Julian because he slips in and out of it,” Belphie adds.

“Kind of like Satan,” Beel comments. It’s Satan’s turn to drop his fork.

“Oh, most definitely!” Asmo exclaims. “The two of you can be so awkward at times, but when you’re passionate about something...” The Avatar of Lust trails off, fanning his face with his hand.

“By that logic, Levi would be considered sexy,” Julian states. “He’s very passionate about the things he’s interested in.”

“That would explain why MC wanted to blow Levi during that one game night!” Asmo excitedly observes. Levi’s head hits the table as he tries desperately to hide his face.

“So, on the list of sexiness, we have Lucifer, Barbatos, Julian, Satan, and Levi,” Belphie recounts. “Is there anyone else that we could add?”

“What about Beel?” Asmo suggests.

“He does have the body, but he lacks personality,” Mammon replies.

“Mammon!” Asmo gasps. “That’s mean!”

“That’s okay,” Beel responds. “At least I don’t insist that I’m sexy like you two do.” Belphie loudly laughs, and Asmo spats,

“At least I care about my appearance!”

“Does it look like I give a shit about what people think about me?” Belphie retorts. “I may not be as sexy as some of the people mentioned, but I think there is some appeal in not constantly crowing about my looks.”

“That is true,” Satan agrees. “The more someone insists they are something, the less likely it is that they are that thing.”

“Satan!” Asmo yells angrily.

“Speaking of bodies, how about MC?” Julian asks in an attempt to prevent Satan and Asmo from arguing. I should have known that this was coming, but it still throws me off guard.

“I mean, I think I have an okay shape and an okay face, but I wouldn’t consider myself sexy.”

“I do.” This is the first time Lucifer has spoken during this entire dinner, and his statement causes everyone, including myself, to go silent. The eldest brother takes a sip of Demonus before continuing,

“You’ve managed to get nine powerful demons, an archangel, two magicians, a plague doctor, and a count to all fall for you. Have you ever stopped to think about why that is?”

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Seven and a Half of ??)

Hey! I finished it! I thought it was going to be about as long as the last update, but my brain decided it needed to be really long, so I hope you guys don’t mind. To my tag list peeps, things might be a bit weird for awhile. Apparently, Tumblr wasn’t notifying most of you about updates, so if you get tagged twice, I’m simply trying to make this website work the way it’s supposed to.

As always, the link to Part 1 is down below!

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Part One

Satan/F!Mc

Word Count: 4,423

Triggers: None that I can think of

“Barbatos! I was hoping I’d run into you!” Mc almost shouted, hurrying across the main hall.

Mc saw a flash of surprise until what she assumed was his usual unruffled demeanor returned, “Mc, good morning.”

“Good morning! I was wondering if there’s a library I can visit. I have some topics I’d like to research.”

“Ah, well, it is still rather early. I believe the Royal Library is still closed at this time,” Mc wilted a bit until he continued, “But I believe the Young Master would be alright with you browsing his personal collection. There will be restrictions with that, especially since I haven’t asked his permission, but I think you might be able to use it,” he smiled, completely polite.

“You think? I wouldn’t want to impose, but that would be amazing,” the prospect of being allowed access to the Prince of the Devildom’s personal collection was making her very excited.

“Hai. Just let me finish a couple things and we can go visit it.”

“Okay! Thank you very much!” Mc gushed before she could stop herself. Barbatos smiled, and inclined his head before walking away. She found the nearest chair, prepared to wait as long as necessary.

Turning inward, she took stock of what she was going to be looking for so she didn’t get distracted, when a voice boomed behind her, “Mc! What are you doing up at this hour?”

“Lord Diavolo,” Mc said, standing and bowing a bit.

“I already told you, there’s no need for that,” Diavolo laughed, waving his hands hastily, a bit flustered, “You can also call me Diavolo. You’re a guest in my house after all.”

“If you would prefer. I don’t want to be rude.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Diavolo laughed.

“My lord, I think I’m going to head-” a rather deep voice called out before abruptly stopping, causing both Mc and Diavolo to look behind Diavolo. A tall demon with black hair fading to white at the tips stood with a look of utter shock on his face, halfway through throwing a coat over his shoulders. Mc quickly noted his ensemble was very sophisticated, a red vest and tie complimenting the near black of the rest of his clothes and matching fur on the collar. The next thing, which made her gasp, was the fact his eyes were mostly black with some red. Though she’d seen some strange eye colors since coming to the Devildom, but his were the only black ones.

“Ah, Lucifer. This is my guest-”

“Mc,” the demon, Lucifer, breathed, relaxing his arms, coat touching the floor.

“Ah, yes. I’m sure that is pretty easy to extrapolate,” Lucifer’s eyes snapped to Diavolo and a short, unspoken conversation passed between them, before Lucifer turned his attention back to her, walking forward, an assured smile on his face, “I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride,” and he extended his hand.

“I’m Mc,” she extended her hand to shake his, but he grabbed it, bringing it to his lips. Up close she could see how tired he looked even through the act.

smiling uncomfortably and extracting her hand as delicately as she could, “Ah, yes,” she said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Of course. I would assume it hasn’t been very charitable,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly at her removing her hand, his tone going flat.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” Mc countered, “Simeon doesn’t mind you too much.”

“Ah. You are acquainted with Simeon?”

“Of course. He did help raise me afterall.”

“I see. I was unaware he had taken on a younger angel besides Luke.”

“Well, when you won’t call, or respond to his texts, he can’t tell you much,” she answered, her voice overly sweet.

He grunted in response, “Well, I am going home to have breakfast with my brothers, by your leave,” he said, purposefully turning from Mc. She narrowed her eyes, her brain brimming with comebacks for being snubbed. She fought with herself not to throw them at him as Diavolo answered.

“Of course Lucifer. I’m sorry to keep you so late.” 

Lucifer bowed slightly to Diavolo, and looked over at Mc, “Nice to meet you. It’s good for you to help Diavolo help unite the realms.”

“You too. It’s nice to finally meet the man everyone seems so caught up on.”

Lucifer seemed a bit confused by her comment, but inclined his head to her, and then started walking away.

“So Mc, we got interrupted. What are you doing up at this time?”

“Oh, I was waiting for Barbatos. I want to do some research, and he mentioned you might be alright with me making use of your personal library until the Royal Library opens up today. Of course, if you’re not okay with that, I completely understand. I was just hoping to start it as soon as possible.”

Diavolo nodded as she spoke, “That should be alright. Of course, there are sections of it even Lucifer isn’t allowed in, so your access would be somewhat restricted, but I could do that for my Guest of Honor.”

“Thank you very much. I really appreciate that,” Mc answered, a lot more restrained than she had with Barbatos.

“Shall we?”

Mc looked around in awe, knowing many of the books that sat on these shelves she’d never seen before, “It’s amazing.”

“Ah, it’s quite modest, especially compared to… other demon’s I know.”

“That doesn’t make it any less amazing,” Mc assured, smiling over her shoulder at him.

“Thank you. So, you can take anything from… here…. To here,” he said, walking in front of 5 bookcases that reached to the ceiling.

“Is it alright if I fly to reach the top, or would you rather I find a ladder?” Mc asked.

“As long as it won’t leave a large mess of papers to clean up later, it should be fine. You should know, some demons do have access to my library. You won’t be assured your privacy.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Mc acknowledged, “So I know, who else has access?”

“Well, myself. Barbatos. Lucifer. Sa-... One of his younger brothers. I believe that’s it.”

“Ah, good to know. Thank you,” Mc said, filing the slip up away in her brain.

“So, what topic did you want to research? I can help point you in the right direction,” Diavolo offered.

“Oh, I was thinking about some general Devildom history. There’s so little of it in the Celestial Realm, and I think it would help me acclimatize to my new environment better.”

“You’re that interested in our history?” Diavolo seemed surprised but pleased.

“Of course,” Mc smiled.

“Ah, well, I don’t have a ton in this section, but I could grab you some from one of the other sections. Hold on,” and Diavolo took off in search of the books in question. He returned a bit later with three rather thick tomes, “You can read these, but they can’t leave this room.”

“Understood. Thank you,” Mc tried to take the books from Diavolo but almost dropped them because they were so heavy.

Diavolo chuckled, taking the top two and moving them to a nearby desk, “Breakfast is a couple hours still. I’m assuming you’re going to stay here and read until then. I’ll have someone come and fetch you at that point.”

“Thank you again!” Mc said, sitting down and cracking the cover of the first book. When she heard the door shut, she turned to the glossary, “S…. S…. This book is huge… Ah, S… Ha! Found you.”

“I hear you were up rather early this morning Mc,” Michael said at breakfast.

“I couldn’t sleep, and Diavolo was kind enough to let me use his personal library,” Mc explained, “You know how it is when inspiration strikes.”

The three angels sat at breakfast. Diavolo had left earlier in the meal, something important taking him away.

“You’re already planning your next show?” Luke asked, a bit surprised.

“Well, it’s more like I remembered an old show idea I had, and I think I finally have the experience to finally make it happen,” Mc answered cryptically.

“What idea’s that?” Michael asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Mc winked, “Though that does remind me, I’m going to be in and out of the castle for the next little bit.”

“Are you sure that’s the safest thing for you to do alone?” Michael asked, concerned.

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to go get some street clothes to help me blend in and I’m not going to do anything that might get me in trouble. Many of the demons around here are also very loyal to Diavolo and won’t search out problems with one of his personal guests. If worse comes to worse, I am about as powerful or more powerful than a lot of the lower level demons in this area.”

“You seem to have given this a lot of thought,” Luke said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Of course I did. I started thinking about this once Michael said I could come down here. I need to go where…”

“Go where inspiration strikes, yes I know. I just don’t really like the idea of my little sister wandering around the Devildom by herself.”

“Well, do you want to tail me for a day or two? See how great your little sister is at disguise?” When Luke only gave her a wary look, Mc continued, “Tell you want. You can come with me as I pick out some clothes. Then, you give me a ten minute head start to hide myself in the crowd. If you find me, I won’t go out by myself while we’re here. But, if you can’t find me by… 8 o’clock tonight, and I make it back to the castle safely, I obviously know how to disguise myself well enough to be safe, and I don’t need a chaperone for this trip.”

Luke narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think that’s quite how it works…”

Mc leaned back in her chair, “Then how does it work? If I am able to blend in enough to hide from my own brother, I think I deserve some level of autonomy.”

“We need to set some kind of boundaries so you don’t just go running off in some random direction.”

Mc inclined her head, “Fair enough. How about anywhere from Purgatory Hall to Rad and the castle to Rad? That gives a clear triangle that I could be in, and Majolish is within that area.”

“You also can’t spend all day in one place,” Luke added, the idea taking root in his mind.

“Fine. I can also use anything I buy at Majolish to disguise myself then,” Mc stipulated, not that Luke’s addition was anything she was worried about.

“You’ve got a deal,” Luke grinned, extending his hand across the table.

Mc shook his hand, “Well, I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Let me grab a coat,” Luke said, leaving the room.

“He has reason to be worried,” Michael said once Luke had left the room, “I don’t remember that being part of our agreement for you to come down here.”

“It wasn’t, but I simply agreed to have you two accompany me. As it is, I do understand there can be a lot of danger down here. Not all demons are happy with angels visiting, and I haven’t been here in a long time. However, I would like to prove myself to you two. If it makes you feel better, if Luke fails today, you can take his place tomorrow and try to find me.”

Michael considered her words, before nodding to himself, “I accept your challenge.”

“Sounds good. Now, I’m going to meet Luke,” Mc tried to walk away, but Michael grabbed her wrist before she could, “Do you need something else?”

“As a matter of fact… I heard you met Lucifer this morning,” Michael’s voice was soft.

“Oh, yeah that. I did,” Mc said, voice flat.

“What… How…”

“You should really see if Diavolo will reintroduce you guys,” Mc smiled.

“You think?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Mc answered. Luke entered the room again, throwing his coat on, “We’re off. See you sometime after 8 tonight.”

“Oh you think so?” Luke challenged, as they walked away.

“Oh, I know so. It’s-” Mc’s voice cut off as the door swung shut.

“... Ask Diavolo huh?”

Mc watched Luke walk past for the umpteenth time and grinned. It was almost 8, and she had managed to evade him the entire day. He had been extremely assured of his success at Majolish, but she had watched his confidence dwindle with the time. She knew it would be easy to trick him, but she hadn’t expected it to be as easy as he had made it. 

She was about to get up to leave, when Luke walked in through the door. He was still in his angel regalia, and all the demon’s looked up and conversation stopped. Having seen this reaction multiple times now, Mc followed suit. She worked to keep her expression neutral as his eyes swept over the café, looking for her. She was again grateful to the cashier who had talked her into buying the eye color changing potion. It had saved her on multiple occasions. Not seeing her, Luke walked up to the counter and ordered some pastry, and then walked out sighing.

Mc pulled out her DDD, and checked the time, ‘7:59. Well, might as well go meet him.’ She grabbed her shopping bag and walked out the door. The street was less busy than she’d seen it all day, so picking her brother out of the crowd wasn’t a problem. She started walking towards him at the same pace he was going until the alarm on her phone notified her it was 8. She started running towards him, and then wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, “That was fun big brother, but it’s 8 o’clock and I’m feeling tired. Let’s go back.”

Luke jumped, and then groaned, “I couldn’t find you the whole day, but you knew where I was?”

“Not the whole day, but I saw which way you went after you left the cafe,” Mc grinned, falling into step beside him.

“Wait! You were in that café?”

“Yup. You looked straight at me. You ordered a scone with bitter berry jam right?”

Luke sighed, “Fine. I admit it. You’re way too good at this. I lose.”

Mc was still excited from her landslide victory against Luke, but she was already planning on how to beat Michael. Part of the reason Luke had been so easy to evade was that he stuck out like a sore thumb, choosing to be unabashedly an angel among demons. Michael was a different story though. She knew he was actually very good at blending into his surroundings when he wanted to from the work he did in the human realm. She figured he would take the same approach, and disguise himself as a demon, so she would have to watch her behavior the whole time, which would be more difficult than it had been with Luke. He was also significantly more powerful than Luke, so he probably had some disguise magics hidden away.

“Ah, you two are back,” Michael was waiting outside the double doors with Diavolo  when they walked up, “I don’t need to ask to find out how it went.”

“I admit, I underestimated Mc,” Luke said, sighing slightly again.

“I hope you’re ready to face me tomorrow Mc.”

“Me too.”

Michael inclined his head, and then gestured to Diavolo, “I believe Prince Diavolo wanted to speak with you about something Mc, so I’m going to go with Luke to the dining hall,” and with that the other two angels left them.

“I love this idea Mc. It’s so fun!”

“Oh, thank you. I’m just trying to gain some independence down here.”

“I will admit, I do worry about what some of my less… dutiful subjects might do, but I want to thank you for encouraging Michael to talk to me, so I would like to see if I can be of any assistance in aiding you.”

“You’d do that for me?” Mc was taken aback.

“Mc, I’ve been trying to get new stories about Lucifer in the Celestial Realm for far too long. Michael and I spent the day exchanging stories back and forth and it was the most enjoyable day I’ve had in a long time. You gave me that. I also want you to feel comfortable here, so if that’s the way to do it, I’m willing to help you. I’m also sure he’s trying to pick Luke’s brain to get a grasp on what you might do. I’m just helping level the playing field”

“Well, if you can help, I’m not going to say no,” Mc said which made Diavolo grin.

Mc hadn’t caught one trace of Michael all day. She knew what outfit he had decided to wear, and that he had darkened his hair and had it in the normal long braid down his back, but it hadn’t helped at all. Not that she had been looking very hard. Diavolo’s insights on how his subjects reacted to different stimuli had been extremely useful, and she had adjusted her behavior accordingly. She had also been pleased to see the potion had given her a different eye color today and she had worn a different outfit. Overall, she felt like she had done a really good job blending in, but she still had an hour to go.

“Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”

Mc brought herself out of her thoughts, and, putting on a face of complete disinterest looked up at who was addressing her. Diavolo had told her demons really only spoke to each other if it was someone they knew really well, it was someone they wanted to get to know better, someone they wanted to fight, or if they had to. Only someone who knew they had a higher status than the addressor was able to ignore them or it was seen as extremely rude and was more than enough grounds to pick a fight. 

“Nah. Ya can sit if ya wan’,” Mc answered, pitching her voice down and taking on an accent. She wasn’t sure, but she thought this might be Michael since she hadn’t been addressed all day. The face was familiar enough it could’ve been him, but he had obviously either used glamour magic to disguise himself, or he was a makeup genius. The outfit was right, though it hid his build very well, and so was the height. 

The stranger took the seat across from her, and pulled out a book. Mc scrolled through Devilgram, but made sure her ringtone was on silent. If he had plotted with Luke to call her when he thought he had found her, he had another thing coming. Diavolo had thought of it, along with changing her contact names and turning off her DDD’s location. As time passed, Mc started wondering how long she had to wait until it was socially acceptable to get up. They had been sitting in silence for 30 minutes, and she was getting more and more anxious as time passed, her nervous habits threatening to come out. After another 15, she decided it had probably been enough time. She made her DDD vibrate a couple times, before getting up.

“Leaving so soon?” the stranger asked, and Mc almost yelped. She was barely able to keep her face under control. It was Michael’s voice and he was grinning.

“My frien’ jus asked meh tah meet ‘em a’ Hell’s Kitchen.”

“You sure about that?” Michael asked, eyes glittering.

Mc was saved from answering, as a hush fell over the crowd, and the whispering started.

“Are you sure you want to keep looking Lucifer? You know how he is; if he doesn’t want to be found he won’t be found,” a voice whined.

“Did I say I wanted to stop looking?” the edge in Lucifer’s voice was intense.

Mc turned to see an attractive strawberry blonde demon pouting at Lucifer. The black haired demon did not seem impressed by the display.

“Lucifer,” Michael breathed, eyes wide, “And Asmodeus.”

“Why don’t we just ask this cafe if anyone’s seen him?” Asmodeus asked, and then got up on a table, “Yoohoo! Everyone! It’s me Asmo! Yeah, thank you for your attention. I need your help!”

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer warned, voice low.

“My brother Satan’s gone missing and we need to find him apparently. Has anyone seen him?”

“Oh, oh, oh!” A demon called from the back of the restaurant, “I haven’t seen him, but Asmo you look divine today!”

“Oh, you flatter me darling,” Asmo flirted back, winking. Lucifer looked like he was about to combust.

“I saw him the other day in the Royal Gallery at an art opening,” another demon called out.

“Oh, thank you, but he went missing after that. Anyone else?... No? Oh well,” and with that Asmo got off the table, “I think it’s just a lost cause until he comes back, Lucifer.”

“Why can’t I take any of you anywhere?” Lucifer sighed, the tired look Mc had seen the day before coming back.

Demon’s were now getting out of their seats and were starting to crowd the two demons. Mc used the moment to slip away from Michael, moving with the throng of bodies and disappearing out the door. She thanked her lucky stars that there was a healthy crowd in the streets, melting into the masses. She didn’t know if Michael was following her, but she made her way to Hell’s Kitchen anyways. If there was any doubt in his mind, maybe this could save her.

She wandered in and found a similar situation of what she had just left, though it was now a tall orange haired male being surrounded. She looked around and saw a demon sitting all by himself. She pushed through to him and sat across from him.

He gave her a confused but sleepy look, “What are you doing?”

“Someone’s tailing me, and I’m trying to lose them. Can you pretend to be my friend for like… 8 more minutes?”

The demon’s look switched to mischievous, “What’s in it for me?”

“I… I don’t have any Grimm on me, but I’ll do basically anything. Just, please, help me.”

“It’s dangerous to ask a demon for help without setting a price. You do know that right?”

“Yes, I do. I just… What do you want?”

“Hmmm… You’re an angel right?” Mc blinked, completely caught off guard as the demon laughed, “Your disguise is pretty good you know. I just happen to be better,” his purple eyes danced in merriment.

“I… Yes.”

“Good girl. Hmm... How about you and your angel friends come to the House of Lamentation for dinner sometime?”

“I… Wait, that’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Sure. Deal.”

“Perfect. Hand me your DDD and I’ll give you my contact information,” he gestured lazily, and she handed it over. She watched him warily the whole time. Why would he want her to come over with Luke and Michael for dinner?

“Hey Belphie, it’s time to go,” a deep voice sounded from her left, “No one’s seen him.”

“Oh Beel, right on time. I believe it’s been 8 minutes, so you’re out of danger now right?”

Mc looked at the time and released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. 8 o’clock right on the money, “Yes. Thank you…”

“Belphegor,” he leaned in close and whispered to her, “Now, don’t forget your promise, Mc.”

She looked up in shock to see his smug grin and he and the tall demon, Beelzebub probably walked out. 

Mc was expecting to have to fight for her victory when she got back to the castle, but oddly enough, Michael told everyone he had gotten close, but she had ultimately beat him. He seemed shaken, and though she had her suspicions as to why, she wasn't going to argue with his decision. She had secretly thanked Diavolo for his help to which he had just laughed and told her to go enjoy herself but to make sure to be careful.

Mc grinned, the darkness of the Devildom making her feel free. She had rarely been able to be truly alone in the Celestial Realm and now she had no one watching her every move or trying to control her actions. Luke had stayed in the castle to catch up with Barbados and Michael and Diavolo had become fast friends. She was a bit concerned about the promise she had made to Belphegor, but her sense of freedom far outweighed any worry she had.

"Not that he did anything. And how did he know my name anyways?" she muttered.

She had spent the whole day visiting all the places she remembered as a child, and some places she had only heard about from Simeon and Luke. She had only hovered in the outside garden of RAD, feeling very self conscious. She found she remembered the streets really well, which surprised her. She hadn't had to ask for directions once. It probably helped that she had spent 5he last two days roaming the streets.

She could not enact her grand plan. Step one, find Satan. She hadn't allowed herself to think about it in the moment, but the fact he was missing put a large wrench in her plan. He could be anywhere by now.

A scent caught her nose. It was a familiar scent though she could have sworn she had never smelt it before. It was heavy even in the chill air, a deep heady scent that tickled at something in the back of her head. Looking around, she saw a park nearby and a flowerbed of what looked to be Feather flowers though they were not the right colors. Plus, Feather flowers had to have the sun to bloom and they did not smell as exquisite. What were these then, and why were they featured in a flower bed?

The creaking of a park bench pulled her from her thoughts. She thought she was alone, so the sound came as a shock. The figure on the bench was a bit far away, but she could tell one thing and that was that they had blonde hair. She made her way slowly over to the figure, her heart pounding and hands shaking a bit. Was it? Could it be…

“Satan?”

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Part Eight

[sweetleaf-cafe]

Hi would it be alright to get a cake for aot and obey me? Pronouns are she/her. I'm 18 and 5,2'. I have brown hair to my shoulders and I'm fairly lean cause I workout quite a lot. I don't wear makeup or dress up I just kindof wear dark casual clothes like all my jumpers and leggings are black.

My personality type is ISTJ. I'm brave, loyal and I love to laugh. I'm a slytherin. I'm only like this when I open up to you and let you in my life tho and I don't do that with most people I'm very closed off. I'm cautious of everyone and just try to go about unnoticed (if I have to go out in public). I hate most people and just like to be alone. I love nature, wildlife, indie music and psychological horror.

My hobbies include figure skating, gymnastics and roller skating. I used to do competitive gymnastics and have won several medals.

My love languages are quality time mainly but also physical touch but I wouldn't be caught dead asking for it too embarrassing lol.

sorry if that's too long hope it's okay :)

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For Attack on Titan, I match you with Levi! First off, appearance wise, Levi would be glad to have someone who is fit. He likes that you're capable enough to protect yourself in such a dangerous world.  Secondly, he may not particularly care about height too much, but may occasionally tease you about it. Usually an off-handed comment that may be followed by a smile. However, this is unlikely to happen in front of other people, specifically Hange. Yet despite his attempts to not let Hange get involved, they do anyways. While Levi hadn't gone out of his way to keep your relationship a secret, he hadn't really mentioned it to anyone other than Erwin. (Who had probably set you two up in the first place.) Still, as soon as Hange catches wind of what's up (if they hadn't been the one helping Erwin, lol), the teasing will begin. And it WILL be blatant. If people didn't know about your relationship, by now, they will have. It started with Hange catching a glimpse of Levi smiling around you. They instantly knew what was up. Before you know it, the both of you get stuck in a locked room together, and the only people with the key out is Erwin and Hange! Lucky you, Erwin is incredibly busy with meetings. And the latter is currently on a mission and will likely not return until the next day. (R.I.P. Hange when he gets out.) Still, Levi would fall for you for several reasons. The first of which, he'll find your honesty and directness as an ISTJ quite refreshing. Your opinion is one of the few he actually values and is prefers you being honest with him. Then, he'll find your responsibility to be another trait that he very much likes in you. Levi is someone who would put a lot of trust into his s/o, and so having someone he knows he can rely on to get the job done is important to him. He'll also respect your practical nature, though he may not often mention it specifically, it'll show in the way that he treats you and puts his trust in you. Your bravery is something he'll respect you for, but also causes an inkling of worry for him. He doesn't want you to get hurt because of it. However, he'll come to the conclusion that you're already quite capable. Still, his worries won't ever really fade, because more than anything, he fears losing you too. When it comes to your loyalty, you can count on that loyalty being returned as well. Once Levi has fallen for you, he won't ever betray you. On the other hand, this loyalty can also make him consider leaving you. It's simply that he's used to those around him getting hurt or killed, and he doesn't want to lose you too. Still, each time he sees you walk in the door, perfectly safe, all thoughts of breaking up dissipate. Following that, he loves your laugh. Levi likely won't outright and say it, but the way he softens, even just a bit, when he hears you laugh. There will be many moments of just soft moments of enjoying each other's company. There won't really be all that much talking, you're just together. He understands not wanting to open up to people, and will respect that. He'll wait for you to open up to him when you're ready, if you want to. Levi will also make sure to give you space when you need it. While Levi is not especially fond of nature and wildlife, he feels himself more drawn to you because of it. There's just something about it that feels right. Levi may also find himself intrigued by psychological horror, and would converse with you about it. It likely becomes a common source of conversation. He is also glad that you're athletic, but often worries about you getting hurt through such things. Despite that, he'll support you, but be prepared for several comments regarding your safety and the importance of keeping your head. Should Levi actually see you doing gymnastics or figure skating, you'll be able to see that he's proud of you. Also, should you ever go roller skating around him, it will likely be you skating circles around him as he goes shopping for cleaning supplies. Levi will often be away from you, due to work, but what time he does have with you won't be taken

for granted. He understands your wish for quality time, and shares in that. So you won't lack fond memories of each other even when you're apart. As far as physical affection, Levi is also partial to it. Though another that isn't really one to openly ask for it. Still, given time, he'll start giving you physical affection, it will likely start small. Like him brushing your hand with his own, or touching your hair. Eventually, he'll start cuddling with you, and will enjoy holding you. He'll probably laugh a bit when he finds out about your lack of inclination to ask for affection. Overall, your relationship is one of trust and respect, but also of worry and care. It's sweet, but not overly so, just the right amount.

For Obey Me!, I match you with Diavolo! First off, Diavolo thinks you're straight up adorable. There's no getting out of it, your appearance and height is very cute to him. He'll enjoy giving you bear hugs and lightly teasing you about it. He's proud of you for your fitness and will let you know that too. He doesn't mind that you don't wear make up or anything, and is rather fond of your personal style. Your braveness and loyalty are certainly values in you. When it comes to your bravery, Diavolo will certainly be happy with you. Though he'll also worry about you getting hurt, and so might be a bit overprotective. When he really sees how loyal you are, his heart might just burst. He really really cares already, but knowing that that care is returned makes him elated. When Diavolo sees your ambition as a Slytherin, he'll get this wide, happy smile. He understands wanting to accomplish something and will encourage you to follow your dreams. If he can, he'll try to help you, if you let him. He'll respect your honesty and integrity, and will certainly return such treatment. Diavolo will certainly do his best to not lie to you, but he still has his secrets that he will mostly keep to himself. He's glad that you're also very responsible, (well, at least Barbatos will be.) and another thing he'll respect you for. But might pout if you stop him from trying to get out of work. Still, such "transgressions", are easily forgiven and not really taken seriously. He'll understand being cautious around others, as he IS the Prince of Devildom. And will encourage you to remain cautious, especially when around demons. Still, he'll want you to be open with him. Despite that, he's also quite patient and wants you to open up to him naturally, if you want to at all. If you really seem like you want nothing to do with him, given some effort, he'll back off. When you show him how you like nature and wildlife, he'll be enamored. He's certainly the type to really get into it too. By this point, it's pretty common to see Diavolo running up to you talking to you about something he read about that's related. (Of course, with Barbatos briskly walking with slightly murderous intent in his eyes after him and Lucifer getting a breakout from how chaotic it is.) He's also intrigued by psychological horror, it's something he'll likely already be kinda into. Diavolo will often try to talk to you about such topics, and isn't one to be easily creeped out, so makes a great person to talk to about such things. Diavolo will be very excited the first time he sees you figure skate. He's incredibly impressed, he'll easily become your biggest supporter. If you teach him and do it together, then he'll be over the moon about it. (Lucifer and Barbatos definitely get dragged into watching you guys.) And when he finds about about you doing gymnastics? His respect for you went up by 100%. He's seen how difficult it can be, and is really proud of you already. And once he's seen you were in competitive gymnastics and won several medals, he's dumbstruck. But in a good way, just purely amazed by how he's managed to meet someone so awesome. If you guys do roller skating together, it will be pure adorableness. He might struggle a bit when he first starts, but once he gets a hang of it, don't be surprised when you randomly see the Prince of Devildom randomly roller skating around everywhere. (He may or may not be fleeing Barbatos.) Though you may have to convince him to not use them to run away from Barbatos, lest they get taken away. Still, when you roller skate together, it will be very fluffy. (You've probably ended up dunked in a fountain at least once.) For Diavolo, he'll often buy elaborate, expensive gifts, as he certainly doesn't lack the funds. It's just one of the ways he tends to show he cares, however, if such things make you uncomfortable, you can get him to back off a bit. But if you wear something or he sees you using something he got for you, it will certainly brighten his day. (It's a major boost to his pride.) And he's happy to spend time with you,

will honestly want to spend time together whenever possible. Still, Diavolo will also understand your need for personal space and will do his very best to respect your boundaries.   When it comes to physical touch, count him in. Even if you don't outright ask for it, he'll be the sort to want to be close to you. So expect plenty of hugs, headpats, handholding, he can be very touchy. There are many moments where you just spend time cuddling, these moments can be full of giggles and bits of chatter, but are also often quiet and calming. In general, being in a relationship with Diavolo is extremely sweet, and more often than not, chaotic.

[stillness-in-green]

What Ars Goetia Demon do you think would fit Orga Itsuka ? Example Mika-Barbatos, McGillis-Bael, etc.

Thanks for the question, anon! Man, it's been so long since I've gotten an IBO ask; I'm so pleased.  :D  As to your question, this one's actually surprisingly easy.  See, a while back I drew up a pile of notes for an IBO/Persona fusion fic that would have involved AU versions of the main cast getting Personas matched to the Ars Goetia demons, including characters that never had Gundams or even mecha in the canon.  I never wrote more than a few scenes of it, but I do still have all the notes!  So have Orga and his Goetic partner!  

Orga Itsuka — Agares.  For our upstart leader of Tekkadan, Agares, Duke of Hell, who returns runaways, makes staunch men flee, and tears down established authorities.  That last trait is obvious enough for the group of boys that does so much to shake the power structures of the world, but Tekkadan also has a number of routs of supposedly-superior opponents to their name, from the Gjallarhorn assault on CGS when no one expected other than that Third Division would go out there and get slaughtered, to the Dawn Horizon attack, where Tekkadan is so vastly underequipped but still emerges victorious.  As to the runaway thing, I believe it’s intended in an ominous way—forcibly returning those who have fled possibly legitimate mistreatment.  However, Tekkadan is itself a haven for runaways and strays, so I prefer to tie it to the way Orga builds a family and a place to belong for all those orphans and outcasts in his care.  In this sense, Agares’ power over runaways guides them to a more “proper” home.

Want more?  I got more.  Hit the jump!

Kudelia Aina Bernstein — Buné.  Another Duke, Buné grants eloquence and wisdom, speaking true answers in a high, comely voice.  For Kudelia, whose impassioned speeches cause governments to take note of her and stop entire fleets from attacking her allies, he’s a strong choice.  Buné is, of course, not the only demon who grants wisdom nor eloquence, but he also has associations with the dead, enlisting them into his ranks, making him the most distinct choice for Kudelia, from whom the children who die to advance her cause are ever on her mind.

Eugene Sevenstark — Mathim.  Yet another Duke, Mathim can teleport men wherever they need to go and teaches astral projection.  The teleportation ties into how Tekkadan’s second-in-command is frequently left in charge of commanding the Isaribi and given full command of the Hotarubi, but more significant is the astral projection—Eugene is the only person in the show fool enough to use his Alaya-Vijnana hookup to route his consciousness into a full-sized starship.  A connection to a demon who assists in astral projection is as good an explanation as any for his continued survival with no ill effects from the neural overload.

Biscuit Griffon — Marchosias.  A Great Marquis of Hell, Marchosias is another truthful sort, like Biscuit, who is quite poor at concealing unease and frequently willing to speak up about his reservations.  Marchosias is, further, strong and reliable, and hoped to return to Heaven after a passage of time, though he was unable to.  This makes for a cutting parallel with Biscuit’s willingness to leave Tekkadan entirely to return to his sisters, and the early death which prevents him from having to follow through or not on that choice.  (Marchosias has also, between the times of my taking fic notes and the writing of this post, been assigned as the main character’s Gundam in the Venus-based gatcha game.  I’d gone to some effort to avoid assigning anyone to a demon that already had an extant Gundam in the show/spin-off material unless it was their own canonical Gundam, but alas, it was bound to happen eventually.)

Atra Mixta  — Seir.  A Prince of Hell who is indifferent to evil, being of a good-natured temperament.  For Atra, surrounded by people much more prepared to resort to violence than she, it speaks to her loving, generous character.  Moreover, Seir brings abundance, which parallels well with Atra’s role as cook and, eventually, mother, as well as her epilogue seeing her settled down on a farm.  

Ride Mass — Allocer.  For Tekkadan’s amateur painter and part-time designer, the Grand Duke Allocer, one of many demons who teaches the arts.  For the black-jacketed, bitter youth who guns a man down in a bathroom stall, the burning-eyed knight who induces men to immorality.

Dante Mogro — Valefar.  A Duke again, Valefar tempts men to steal and ensures good relationships amongst thieves, traits that speak to Dante’s cheerful nature despite his circumstances and his gleeful embrace of his role as Tekkadan’s hacker.  

Chad Chadan — Ipos or Buer.  I never made up my mind on this one.  Ipos, a Prince and an Earl, grants wittiness and valiance, and can answer questions about past, present and future.  This makes a good reference to Chad’s implied-by-the-canon inclination to seek out information in his off-time, and certainly to his brief turn as a Getter Robo character unexpectedly bold performance against Hashmal.  Conversely, Buer, a President of Hell, teaches philosophy and heals all injuries and infirmities.  The philosophy tack has the same angle as Ipos’ wittiness, but the healing would speak to Chad’s jaw-dropping ability to survive everything the show throws at him—the bridge fight at Edmonton, the bomb in the conference hall, specifically drawing the attention of a mobile armor, the hail of gunfire that takes down Orga, and every other assorted major and minor combat between those more specific events.  

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A few quick notes on Mikazuki, Akihiro and Shino, who, of course, already have their Goetic familiars!    

Barbatos finds hidden treasures and grants speech with animals.  He’s matched to Mikazuki, who pilots a glorified power cell to a triumphant victory and a sea-change in the fortunes of himself and those he cares for, and who probably gets called a space rat more times than anyone else, and certainly carries the bulk of those space rats’ ambitions.  

Gusion reconciles friends and grants honor and dignity.  He’s matched to Akihiro, who is lead to a reunion and, at the very end, a reconciliation with his younger brother, and who claws himself up from being Human Debris to Tekkadan’s second ace, who carries himself with a diligent sternness. 

Flauros is associated with revenge against one’s enemies, as well as being a chatty bastard who will happily talk about many topics, including himself.  Further, he is capable of warding his summoner from temptation, but will only do so if specifically asked.  Flauros is really just amazingly well-chosen for the gregarious, hot-blooded, cheerfully boastful and perpetually horny Shino.

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Ten of ??)

Aha! Finally it is done!

Hey everyone! It’s been one Monday of a week, but I finally had today (Saturday) off so I finally got to work on this update. I also thought I’d give you guys an update on my scheduling. One of the supervisor’s at work is done with her semester at college, so I’m probably not going to have a set schedule for awhile. That means the only day I know I will have off is Sunday. I usually work on writing on my day off, so updates are probably going to vary wildly from week to week. If I don’t get one out the rest of the week, you should see an update from me on Sunday (though it might be at a late hour, like this week).

Anywho, I hope you’re all doing alright and that you’re staying safe. I know I have some readers who recently had Finals Week (or whatever the equivalent of that is for you). I want to congratulate you on finishing your semester (because it is a big accomplishment), and that I hope you got high marks on your respective tests/projects/ect.

So, as always, if you’re new here, here is the link to Part One. You can also find the links to all the parts on my Master List if you’ve missed any of the other updates :)

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Satan/Mc

Word Count: 4,144

Trigger warnings: There might be some language in this one, Satan gets PISSED

“Will you just sit down Satan? You’re making me nervous,” Asmo complained, watching his brother with concern.

“Yeah. You’re totally breaking my concentration here,” Levi chimed in, not looking up from his game.

“Well, you can take your complaints to Lucifer,” Satan stated, starting what had to be his 200th pass on the same stretch of the ballroom, “I don’t know why we had to be here so early.”

“We got here ten minutes ago,” Belphie sighed, leaning on Beel, “You’re just nervous.”

“And what if I am?” Satan asked, his anxiety adding bite to the question.

“We’re all nervous,” Beel gently reminded Satan, “We’ve all missed our favorite human.”

“Not human anymore,” Mammon muttered, glaring at some undefined point in front of him, leg shaking anxiously. He had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since the night of the art show, gone most of the day, and retreating to his room when he was home.

An awkward hush fell across the group at his words, everyone’s thoughts turning inward. Satan sighed and sat down, the feathers on his boa trying their hardest to enter his mouth. The lacing on his shirt threatened to strangle him along with the collar, and his tail kept flexing around his leg. He was a bundle of nerves, and he couldn’t seem to relax. He had wanted to wear a simple suit or tuxedo, but the invitation from Diavolo had explicitly said demon forms were to be used.

A strangled but disgusted gasp escaped Asmo’s mouth, “What the hell is he doing here?!”

“Another jilted lover Asmo?” Belphie asked, rolling his eyes.

“No! It’s Michael!” Everyone’s head whipped up at that, even Levi.

“OMG! WFT?” Levi exclaimed, eyes large and worried.

“Bro, why is he here?” Mammon nearly growled, glaring at the man in question.

“I don’t know, but I want him to leave!” Asmo’s voice was getting more shrill as time went on.

“Is tha’ Lord Diavolo with ‘im?” Mammon asked, still glaring, though he wasn’t growling anymore.

“OMG, you’re right. They're laughing together too!” Levi narrated.

Beel had joined Mammon in glaring at Michael, as his twin smiled smugly, “Oh, you guys didn’t know?” Everyone looked over at that and you could tell Belphie was relishing in the shock, “Mc came with some angels. I hear Luke’s here too.”

“How can you possibly be happy about this?”

“What are you all gawking at? You all look like you’ve-” Lucifer cut off, finally seeing what his brothers were looking at. If he hadn’t already been in his demon form, Satan was fairly sure he would’ve burst into it immediately, though he didn’t look as surprised as Satan would expect him to.

“Oh.” 

The absolute contempt and disgust that dripped from that single word had all the brothers sharing looks, most very concerned. Belphie caught Satan’s eye, shooting him a sly, wicked grin. Satan wanted to share in Belphie’s enjoyment, but his mind was taking this new roadblock into account, trying to figure out how this was going to factor into his plan.

Satan didn’t really have an opinion on Michael. He had never really met the angel, his only knowledge of him coming from his shared memories with Lucifer, the little he’d heard from his brothers, and what he’d gleaned from Luke and Simeon’s conversations, not that he really cared. He simply wasn’t someone who mattered. That is, until now.

“Did you know Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

“Diavolo had told me Mc had come with two angels, though he didn’t mention names. I just assumed it was Simeon and Luke,” Lucifer was still watching Diavolo and Michael talking, though he had taken on a frigid demeanor, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. You didn’t have to be the Avatar of Wrath to sense the boiling anger underneath the frosty exterior.

Barbatos walked over to Diavolo and whispered something. The Demon Prince nodded and stood up, the congregation quieting, “Hello and welcome, each and every one of you! I’m so glad you could make it!” he voice boomed out into the 

Levi scoffed, “As if we had a choice.”

“Shaddup. Ya wanted to come jus’as much as the rest of us,” Mammon hissed.

“As most of you know, this ball is in honor of Jane Doe,”

“Wait.. Who’s that?” Beel asked, confused.

“That’s her pseudonym,” Belphie explained softly, Beel nodding his understanding.

“We have other guest’s as well, who came with Jane. Michael, the archangel,” Diavolo gestured to Michael who raised his hand in greeting with a smile, “And Luke, Jane’s older brother. You may all remember him when he was here as one of our first exchange students,” A blonde male who had been sitting by Michael inclined his head.

“Oh my gosh, that’s Luke?!” Asmo said loudly enough some nearby demons looked over.

“I didn’t even recognize him,” Levi murmured.

“Did he say brother?” Mammon asked.

“Shhhh!” Lucifer hissed as Diavolo continued.

“Now for the person you’ve all been waiting for, Jane Doe,” all the brothers held their breath as Mc walked over to Diavolo, an absolute vision. All of the brothers were transfixed, their own personal feelings overcoming everything else. Lucifer, having already seen Mc at the palace was the first to recover, looked over to Satan to see how he was doing. He was encouraged by what he saw. Satan was subconsciously touching his pocket where he knew he letter was at. Though he seemed a bit nervous, the fierce resolve in his eyes made him smile proudly, before looking back to Diavolo.

“I hope you all treat our guests with the same respect and kindness they’ll give to you. With the introductions done, let the party commence!”

“So, what’s the plan Satan?” Asmo asked, bringing the fourth born out of his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you need to talk with Mc right?” at the nod he continued, “Well, how about we help you?”

“We?” Belphie sighed, grabbing a lock of his hair.

“Yes we,” Asmo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Belphie sighed, but turned to look at Satan anyways, “Well, if I have to help, what do you need?”

“I just need to give her a letter,” Satan explained, about to tell everyone they didn’t need to bother, but he didn’t get the chance.

“Don’t you want to talk to her though?” Levi asked.

“Well, I need her to read this first. I didn’t make the best impression last time, and I don’t think I’ll be much better this time around,” Satan admitted, looking chagrined. He hadn’t told any of the brothers the entirety of what happened.

“Easy enough,” Mammon announced, getting up, “We just need to walk over and give it to her then.”

“Not so fast Mammon,” Lucifer said, motioning for him to sit, “She’s probably going to be flanked by those two angels all evening. I don’t know if they’d take well to one of us handing Lillith’s descendant a letter. Luke at least, is aware of Satan’s attachment to Mc, and last time I checked, he’s not a fan of ours. As for the other…” Lucifer trailed off, irritation twisting his features, “Who knows how that may go.”

“So we need to make sure to separate them all,” Levi mused.

“Do you have any ideas on how to do that? Like, anything from one of your anime’s?” Asmo asked.

“I mean, there’s the ‘trying to get the main character and love interest alone’, but it doesn’t always work, though it’s entertaining to watch.”

“Well, we want this to go well,” Asmo sighed, rolling his eyes.

“What about you then? Where’s your grand idea?” Levi scoffed.

“Actually, I do have an idea,” Asmo giggled.

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“I really should’ve just done this myself,” Satan sighed, Asmo standing next to him.

“Oh, shush! This will turn out great, just wait.”

“When’s it supposed to work then? I mean, we’ve been standing here for an hour and we haven't caught a glimpse of Mc.”

“Patience, patience. Beel and Belphie… Well, Beel already has Luke distracted with food talk, and Lucifer’s doing a good job of keeping Michael… On his toes, I guess?”

“I do have to admit watching him run away from Michael is amusing,” Satan chuckled, his eyes darting to Lucifer from their perch on the balcony above the dancefloor. He was obviously fighting his pride, knowing he was running away from Michael, but unable to stay and deal with the angel who wouldn’t stop trying to find him, partially due to his pride as well. Looking back to Michael, Satan grinned, “Gotcha!”

“Wha… Oh! There she is! Told you!” Asmo nearly shouted.

“That was my ear.”

“Oop. Sorry.”

Satan watched Mc speak with Michael, noting all the small changes in her behavior. There was a level of refinement that hadn’t been there before, which made perfect sense seeing as how she had been raised in the Celestial Realm by Simeon. She was more graceful for one thing, and seemed more calm and at ease than he remembered her. She did seem more reserved and closed off than before, though that could just because she was talking with a superior. She was fairly open with me until I screwed it up, so hopefully she retained that part of herself, and hopefully I didn’t screw it up.

Asmo sighed, “Lucifer isn’t doing his job.”

“Did you really expect him to? He did say he didn’t want to be part of whatever you were planning.”

“Well, Michael chose to follow him. He was chosen. It’s fate.”

“Still doesn’t mean he’s going to actively participate.”

“Fine. Looks like I’m going to have to have Mammon and Levi do some work for us.”

“You really don’t have to do this. I can handle it.”

“Yeah, but that’s no fun. I also want to mess with Michael as much as possible.”

“Fine. What do we do next?”

“We have to get down onto the dance floor. I’m calling Mammon right now.”

They found the staircase closest to Mc and Michael and made their way down, Asmo on his DDD the whole time, “Yes… Do you see us? Oh, there you are. Do you see them? No, left… Left! Your other left! Mammon, how are you this stupid?... I’m not the one who can’t see-... No, you listen! I can’t stand that you-... How dare you! I- Ugh, fine… Yup, just distract him…” Asmo laughed, “No, though I would pay to see that. Maybe, walk past and see if he takes the bait?... Well, you’re just going to have to deal with it Levi… Look, the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can get back to your game… Wow, I thought you wanted Mc back, but I guess not. I’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t spend anytime with you… Then get your act together! Okay, Mammon, we’re close enough now. Alright, take it away.”

Satan watched as Mammon and Levi stepped out of the crowd, Mammon talking loudly enough to turn a lot of heads. Unfortunately, Michael was not one of these, though Mc seemed interested in what was going on. She seemed to ask Michael about it, but he just brushed it off, continuing to talk.

“Why does Mammon think he’s such hot stuff?” Asmo asked, rubbing his forehead.

“Don’t frown too much. You’ll get wrinkles,” Satan gently chided.

“You’re right,” Asmo sighed, “I just don’t know how to… Whoa. Look at that.”

Satan looked to find Diavolo talking with Mc and Michael. He also spied Lucifer keeping his distance, but frowning so intensely he was surprised Diavolo couldn't feel it. Michael said something and Diavolo laughed delightedly, motioning for Mc and Michael to join him.

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“She’s alone now. I’ll cover you!” Asmo hissed, pushing Satan forward.

Mc was sitting on a bench, on the outskirts of the room. She was watching the crowd with interest, eyes bright and curious. Satan hesitated, before steeling himself and walking forward, letter in hand. He was almost close enough to her to call out, when some demon approached her. Satan turned on his heel, and concealed himself in the crowd. He watched the demon extend their hand, heart sinking as he realized what that meant. She smiled and nodded her head, taking their hand as she was escorted out onto the dancefloor.

“What happened? Where’d she go?” Asmo asked, joining his brother.

“Someone asked her to dance before I got there,” Satan muttered irritably.

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Satan looked at the time on his DDD. There was only two hours left of the ball, and he still had the letter. The past hour had been spent trying to figure out how to get Luke to leave Mc’s side without much luck. Beel had apparently gone to raid the food table and then the palace kitchen, and Belphie had fallen asleep, so Luke had found his way back to his sister and hadn’t left her side since. Worse yet, it seemed his opinion on demons was unchanged, keeping most of those that came over to talk to the artist at bay with a single look.

“He needs to leave so we can get on with this.” Asmo huffed, upset his plan was failing.

“Well, he is a chihuahua,” Levi said distractedly, “I can’t… say for certain, but he’s probably… Trying to keep her out of trouble… Woot! Got it!”

“Levi, could you stop gaming for five seconds?” Asmo sighed.

“Well, I have bad ideas, so no. You’re lucky I decided to stick around at all,” Levi huffed, eyebrows furrowed, though from the game or Asmo, Satan didn’t know.

“Oh come on! Are you really that upset by my comment?” When Levi didn’t answer, Asmo rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Do you have any ideas then Levi?” Satan asked

“Not really.”

“Yo, yo, yo! Luke! What’s happenin’ my man?”

Both Mc, Luke and all three brother’s  looked over at Mammon strolling toward the duo through the crowd.

“Is he seriously…?” Levi asked.

“I think so…” Satan answered, shocked.

“How’ve ya’ been?” Mammon asked, grinning at the blonde angel.

“Fine I suppose,” Luke answered, suspicion lacing his words.

“Nice, nice. So, this is your sister?” The emphasis on the word left no interpretation of what he thought of the title.

“Yup. Of course, you can understand an angel’s definition of sibling though, don’t you Mammon?” Luke shot back.

“Oh! You’re Mammon!” Mc said suddenly, turning her full attention to Mammon “I’ve heard a lot about you!”

Mammon turned bright red, “Oh, you’ve heard of the Great Mammon?”

“Of course!” Mc beamed at him.

Mammon started stuttering, “W-W-Well, o-of course ya’ have.”

Mc giggled a bit at that, smiling at the second born, “I was actually hoping you might have some time you could spare to answer some of my questions.”

Satan was sure Mammon was going to combust, but Mc wrapped her arm around his anyways, “We’ll be back Luke.”

The blonde angel seemed like he wanted to argue, but something was holding him back, “I’ll be waiting then.” Mc nodded at him, and then walked off with Mammon.

“Wh… What just happened?” Levi nearly squealed.

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“I hear Mammon got to talk to Mc before you did.”

“Shut up Lucifer,” Satan muttered.

“Where are they?” Lucifer asked, and Satan pointed to a bench where Mc and Mammon were sitting. They seemed deep in a conversation.

“Interesting. I had to see it to believe it.”

“What’ve you been doing this whole time?”

“I’ve been… walking around…”

“Hiding from Michael.”

“That would imply I’m scared of him.”

“MmmmHmmm.”

“I do not fear Michael.”

“Good to hear, since he’s coming this way.”

Lucifer instantly started walking forward, stopping by some random succubus, “Hello, Jezebel. Would you like to dance?” Lucifer asked, barely waiting for a response before dragging her out onto the dance floor.

Satan was still chuckling, Lucifer’s discomfort making his misfortune seem better, when a male voice he remembered from memory but had never actually heard addressed him, “Are you Satan, Lucifer’s… son?”

Satan blinked a couple times, “Excuse me?”

“That is you right? Or do you prefer something different? Spawn of Lucifer?” Michael cocked his head a bit, seeming a little confused.

Some rational part of Satan’s brain was the only thing keeping him from jumping on the angel and ripping him to shreds. He couldn’t keep the growl from his voice as he responded, “I am Satan, THE Avatar of WRATH.”

“Oh, I seem to have hit a nerve. My apologies,” Michael said, actually bowing. Satan narrowed his eyes, tail flexing around his leg. Has he always been this stupid? Or is he mocking me?

“I was wondering if we could speak. Privately,” Michael said, his smile showing he knew he’d said something wrong.

“Anything you want to say you can say here, Michael.”

“I do think it would be better for us to speak privately,” Satan could feel Michael’s irritation building a bit.

“Why? So you can try to hurt my brother’s again by killing another of their siblings?”

The shock on Michael’s face satiated Satan’s anger enough that he almost laughed at it. Michael quickly put on a blank look, but Satan could hear the sorrow in his voice, “Though it is always unfortunate when an angel dies, I do not regret any of my actions. When someone goes against what they know to be right, there will always be consequences.”

“Of course. Always the errand boy, blindly doing whatever it is you’re told to do.”

“How would you know? You weren’t even around to know her. I’m not sure what lies you’ve been fed-”

“I was there, you imbecile,” Satan seethed, “I saw how your actions helped push Lucifer towards rebellion, knowingly or not, and how you stabbed him in the back once he was finally there. I remember them, and I find your actions to be deplorable.”

“Now listen here, you demon-”

“Oh, I’m the demon here?! Shall I describe, in detail, how you-”

“Everythin’ cool here?” Mammon came up next to Satan, putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

Satan whipped his head to look at Mammon, confirming that, yes, Mammon had heard what Michael had said.

“Ah, Mammon. It’s been awhile.”

Mammon looked over at Michael, his disgust thinly veiled, “Yeah, sure.”

“I would like to talk with your… brother, but he doesn’t seem to want to.”

“Good fer him. Tah be honest with ya’, I don’ trust ya’ Michael. I didn’ up in the Celestial Realm, and I don’ now. If ya’ wanna’ talk with Satan, I suggest ya’ do it where we can all see ya’.”

Satan felt two hands on his shoulders, and looked back to see both Beel and Belphie standing behind him. Neither one of them looked very happy, but Beel’s look was a lot more intense than Belphie’s.

Michael sighed, especially after seeing the twins, “If you’re not going to allow me to explain, I can only tell you this: It is imperative she not remember her past. It will hurt both of you more than you could ever know. Now, I have things to do, if you’ll excuse me,” and with that, he left.

“I really don’ like that guy,” Mammon shook his head, “Oh, Satan, hol’ on a sec. Imma be right back,” and with that, he took off.

“You okay Satan?” Beel asked, still frowning after Michael.

“Yeah, things just got a bit intense there for a second. Thanks.”

“I don’t think your thanks is going to stop here. We’re going to leave you now. Have fun,” Belphie smirked before wandering off with Beel.

Satan shook his head at all the weirdness happening around him, before resuming his place along the wall. He didn’t know how things had escalated that quickly with Michael, especially considering the guy had never done anything to him personally. Yeah, he had all the memories of Lucifer being angry at him, and he had hurt his brother’s, but he had never had any personal problems with him. Well, a lot of Lucifer’s anger started because of Michael, and that’s what I was born from… The small voice in the back of his head started acting up, though he often tried to keep it quiet, You’re more like Lucifer then you want to admit.

He growled a bit at the voice, before starting to wander around. People watching always helped calm him down. It was one of the things he had done in his early life to help him learn how to interact with others, at Asmo’s suggestion. He always found something new to store away in his brain, and the problem solving helped calm his brain.

“There ya’ are! We’ve been lookin’ for ya’.”

We? Satan turned to Mammon to see Mc standing next to him. Satan froze, having not prepared himself to talk to her.

“She asked me ta dance, but cha know I’m more of a solo dancer myself, so I was wondering if you would for me?”

“I… Uhhh… Yes, if she would like,” Satan finally managed to get out, watching Mc for any negative reactions.

“I have no problems with it,” Mc answered cryptically, nothing in her tone or mannerisms betraying how she actually felt about the suggested change.

“Uh… Perfect, I guess. Have fun you two,” Mammon announced before walking off.

I could both hug him and punch him, Satan thought, though what came out of his mouth was, “Well, may I have this dance?” while extending his hand to her.

A smile graced her lips, “You certain may.”

He led her out onto the dance floor, still lightly holding her hand. He was still nervous, but not like he was the last time they’d met. He let his mask start to slip when he faced her, “I’m very glad you accepted my invitation to dance,” he slipped his hand to its proper place for the waltz as the music started.

“It’s my pleasure,” She smiled, though not as warmly as he would’ve hoped. They started dancing effortlessly, Satan extremely happy they were still in sync. If only the conversation flowed as easily. Satan spent the first full minute of the dance just trying to figure out what to say to her, also trying not to think about how beautiful she looked.

Finally, he figured out something neutral to say, “Have you been enjoying the Devildom?”

“Yes, I have, thank you for asking.”

“What’s been your favorite part?”

Mc took a minute to think, “I would have to say… Sightseeing. There’s a lot here I could have never imagined existing in the Celestial Realm.”

“Ah. Have you visited the Royal Library yet?”

“I have actually. I’ve been researching for my next art project.”

“You’re working on a new art project?”

“Yes. I feel rather inspired here.”

“I look forward to seeing it. Are you planning on showing it in the Devildom?”

“Quite possibly.”

“Good. We need new art down here,” Satan said before the conversation lapsed back into silence. It was towards the end of the song that Satan decided to bring up the elephant in the room, “I’ve ummm… Been hoping I would see you again.”

“As have I.”

“You have?” he asked, extremely surprised.

“Yes. I’ve been trying to figure out why you acted the way you did.”

Oh.

“I apologize for that. I… Well, I actually wrote you a letter to explain it. I know my behavior was… off to say the least. I’ve been going through a lot lately, and I apologize that it negatively affected my behavior towards you.”

“You wrote me a letter?”

“Yes. I find I can express myself far better and with far more accuracy by writing than by talking.”

“Ah. Do… Do you have that letter with you?” Her voice was small when she asked.

“I do. I was planning to give it to you tonight anyways.”

“You were?”

“Oh, I said that out loud didn’t I?” Mc giggled at that and Satan felt better, the mask slipping even more, “I’ve been trying to find a good time to give it to you all night actually.”

“Really?” Her smile was curious and a bit teasing.

“Er, yeah. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“I think that’s alright,” Mc smiled, finally seeming at ease around him.

The song ended then, and Satan reached into his back pocket to produce the letter, “Here it is.”

“I’ll make sure to read it,” Mc promised, reaching for the letter. Their fingers brushed when she went to grab it, and they both blushed at the contact, “Well, I’m going to go find Luke. Thank you for the dance.”

“No, thank you,” Satan said sincerely, smiling softly.

She smiled back, and with that she was gone.

“Heh. You owe me don’ cha’,” Mammon’s voice came from behind him, sounding pretty smug.

“I’d say you’ve made up for not telling me she was in town.”

“I’ll take it.”

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Part Eleven