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rileyglas · 6 days

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The List ~Pt. 6 - Crestfallen~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: The arrival of a few new guests at the hotel ignites tension, prompting doubts about everyone's true intentions. Tempers rise and you're forced to make a decision about your future.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, actual plot, slow burn, (possibly religious trauma if you squint), and of course 18+

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six (You're on it!) Part Seven

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

It’s been two weeks since you spent that single evening with Alastor, and you’ve slept like complete shit every single night since. The first few were expected as your body was still healing but there was no excuse for the days that followed. Other than the desire to be near him.

It didn’t help that you were beginning to get anxious about the new deal, wondering what he could possibly show you that would help expand your power. He made no mention of it over coffee or in passing. But with Extermination Day getting closer you felt the pressure to be better (now that you knew it was possible).

Like clockwork, Alastor walks into your room with the usual two cups of morning coffee, setting yours on the table. This whole ‘domestic’ side of the demon is something I could really get used to. “Glowing as usual my dear.” He says as he kisses your forehead and sits down on the bench at the end of the bed. Odd. No book? No newspaper? He just sits quietly, staring into his mug. His mind seems to be somewhere else this morning.

“Well good morning to you too. What has the mighty Radio Demon frazzled this morning?”

“Hm?” He hums, still not looking up at you. You frown.

I know what will get his attention.

“That smile of yours doesn’t hide as much as you think it does…” as you speak, you pull yourself on his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “…at least not for me,”

A look of pleasant surprise crosses his face at your forwardness and his eyes snap to yours. Finally pulled away from his thoughts.

Too easy.

“I am far from trying to hide anything darling,” he playfully runs his free hand up your thigh to your hip, resting it with firm grip on your waist, “However, you are correct in assuming my head is a little busier than usual. Charlie just informed me that her father will be making a visit to the hotel today.”

You practically fall out of Alastor’s hold from how fast you jolt up at the news. “I’m sorry…LUCIFER is coming today? You didn’t think that was important information to give me first thing this morning?”

He takes a sip of his drink and shrugs, “I would have told you eventually.”

Rolling your eyes at his nonchalant attitude, you quickly get dressed and head down to the lobby. Everyone was bustling around the hotel to get it prepared for the King of Hell’s arrival. You track down Charlie to ask what you can do and quickly get busy helping the others.

When Charlie answers the door, you catch a peek of the King for the first time and he’s…much shorter than you expected however still strikingly handsome. He was said to be the most beautiful of the angels before his fall. You are just finishing hanging a banner on the stairway when you overhear Alastor’s voice talking with everyone. Making your way down the stairs you catch the end of an apparently heated conversation.

“- well it’s not very clever!”

“Ha – ha! Fuck you.”

“ALRIGHT!” You and Charlie chime at the same time. She takes Lucifer’s shoulder to pull him towards the rest of the group and you wrap your hand on Alastor’s forearm. “What the fuck is your problem?” you scold. He jerks your hand off his arm without a second glance.

Oh we are going to be pissy today?

“And this is our newest resident but with her progress I feel like she’s bound to be our first successful transfer! She’s got a heart of gold!” Charlie beams at you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” You say extending out a hand for a handshake.

Lucifer takes your hand and pecks your knuckles. “Yes, wonderful to meet you as well.” As he looks up he pauses, and a confused look crosses his face. You share an equally confused look while trying to pry your hand back from him. Charlie regains his attention, “Sooo dad there is so much to see –“ she trails off and you walk over to the bar.

“Trouble in paradise?” Husk pokes. If looks could kill, yours would have buried him another six feet under. Taking the hint, he pours you a double of your usual. You hear him mutter a hasty ‘sorry’ when he hands you the glass.

As you baby your drink some girl barges into the hotel, practically throwing herself onto Alastor. I really wish that didn’t bother me as much as it does. Noticing your face twist in annoyance, Husk leans over the bar to your ear, “It’s just Mimzy. She’s trouble, but not in the way you think. I’ll talk to Al in a bit.” You nod, watching her walk over to chat up Husk and Angel. Irritated by the events of the day so far, you excuse yourself to your room.

Halfway up the stairs to realize you don’t actually want to go sulk in your room, so instead you leisurely wander the halls lost in thought. Why is Alastor wrapped so fucking tight over Lucifer being here? Really showing his true colors.

You blindly make the first turn down the hall and knock heads with Lucifer who swiftly wraps an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. You grasp at his shoulders for balance. “Fuck I’m so so so sorry – I was lost in my thoughts.”

“No no that was all me. I also was lost in my thoughts. Are you alright?” his voice was honey, sweetened even more by his soft smile.

“Yes, thank you. So sorry again – uhm where are your tour guides?”

“I evaded them to look around for myself. However, I am quite glad to have run into you, literally.” He chuckles at himself. Even his laugh is smooth. No wonder this man corrupted not one but two women with ease.

You wrinkle your brows, “Any reason in particular or…?”

“I just was hit with the strangest feeling when we met, and I wanted to ask. Are you…” his voice drops, “fallen?”

You push him away, realizing you are still holding onto each other. “Oh goodness no, I died and ended up straight here. I joke that I just wasn’t one of God’s favorites, even after living ‘by the book’ as they say.” A nervous laugh bubbles out of you but Lucifer looks more empathetic than amused.

“Charlie was right, if this whole redemption thing is even possible, you’d –“

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” You ask quietly.

He steps closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I just see how bright your soul is –“

“Don’t….say that.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Lucifer was on the verge of tears with how he is looking at you right now. “It must be so painful to be surrounded by such horrible sinners. Redemption would mean –“

“Lucifer please…” you beg with him, feeling your emotions start to take over. Why is he prodding this subject so hard?

“My dear Heaven can make mistakes, even if they’ll never admit it.”

“Enough!” You jerk away from him, causing him to step back in a stunned silence. “It’s ridiculous how the devil himself can see my soul is good yet THEY sent me here without a second thought. My love and my kindness and how I lived righteously on Earth meant NOTHING to them! Heaven didn’t want me so why the fuck would I want to go begging at their gate!?” Your cheeks grow hot as tears begin to pour from your eyes. Why am I crying over this RIGHT NOW?

Lucifer grabs you and pulls you to his chest, turning your tears into full sobs muffled by his coat. You drop to your knees and he kneels with you, tightening his embrace. “I’m sorry,” He breathes, “I understand more than anyone the pain you feel. But I also sense how powerful you’ve become here. Charlie is so lucky to have a friend like you.”

You look up abruptly through bloodshot eyes, taken back by the comment. He laughs at your stunned expression, “I’m Lucifer, THE devil – you really think I wouldn’t know something was up? Don’t worry, I understand the danger if you’re not careful with who you surround yourself -”

“What did you do to her!?” Alastor’s enraged voice resonates through hotel walls as he rushes over to pull you away from Lucifer. He grabs your arm, yanking you up off your knees. Some timing this guy has.

“Ouch – stop! He didn’t do anything. We ran into each other and just got –“ you try to reason with the increasingly furious demon but it falls on deaf ears. His antlers grow and body starts to stretch over the already smaller body of Lucifer.

“I don’t care if you’re the King of Hell, you touch her again and I’ll take pleasure in ripping those puny arms off your body!”

“Alastor calm down – he was helping me if anything!”

Lucifer stands up, ignoring the threats, but then a realization hits him. He looks at you equally baffled and disgusted. “No….Oh no my dear, you aren’t actually serious, right? All the sinners in Hell and you choose him?”

“What the fuck does that mean!?” you and Alastor angrily shout in unison.

Charlie and Vaggie come down the hall to see the tense scene. In classic Charlie fashion, she nervously tries to deescalate the situation, “Oh hey dad! THERE you are! Let’s continue the tour on a different floor, shall we?”

A sudden force hits the hotel, causing the entire building to shake. Looking outside you see several loan shark demons trying to force their way in and yelling for Mimzy. Guess Husk was right about her being trouble. Alastor snaps his head to you, keeping a rigid grip on your arm, “Radio tower. NOW.” he barks. Without waiting for your response, he shrinks into his shadow while the others run down to the lobby.

You walk into the radio tower and look outside in time to watch the last of the sharks being eaten. Maybe that’ll help him blow off some steam from today. Get his shit untwisted enough to actually talk to me. You pace the tower, taking in all the knobs and wires that strewed across the front where he sat every night. Alastor never invited you into his tower and you never felt the need to visit. So why did he ask demand me to come in here instead of his room?

“Feel any better, asshole?” you bite as soon as your ears start to ring.

A chill runs down your spine when he materializes right behind you. “You’d be wise to watch your tone.” He growls threateningly.

You turn to face him, “I’m sorry? My tone? Would you like a reminder of how shitty you’ve been towards me all day? And the whole Lucifer thing, the fuck is your problem with – “ his hand grasps at your throat, holding firm enough to startle you. You look up at him in shock and stare into his glowing red eyes.

“My problem with the King of Hell is none of your concern. However, I quite dislike how easily he got so close to you, my dear. Did you enjoy his hands on you? Did he whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Telling you how wonderful it is that you use your little powers for good?” His words drip with malice as he holds you in place. This was what you always expected from him yet somehow it hurt worse now, after everything you’d gone through together. His last sentence is all you needed to hear to trigger every worry you’ve had since the first deal.

You push yourself away from his grip. Resentment and hurt tightens painfully in your chest. This is it, this is where I need to turn off every emotion I ever thought I've felt for him. You straighten your body and try to speak calmly, “You’re angry because you think he wanted to take me…my power…to use elsewhere, aren’t you? This isn’t about him putting hands on me or you being jealous in that sense, oh noooooo - You thought he was trying to convince me to do his bidding rather than yours, THAT’S why you’re upset isn’t it?”

Static fills the air and he seethes at your words. He moves towards you but you step back out of his reach. You feel his shadow try to grab your legs but you conjure your needles, peppering them across the wood floor to chase it off. “Don’t touch me! It’s true, isn’t it?” Your eyes ignite with anger to hide your tears.

“I believe I made it very clear in the beginning this was about the power but – “ his voice drops and smile fades.

“What? But WHAT Alastor?”

He takes a deep breath and tries to step towards you again, speaking with a quiet but fierce tone, “Please, I need you to believe me when I say – “

“BELIEVE YOU? Do you hear yourself? This whole ruse of trusting each other, being drawn to each other, wanting to HELP me – it was all for your personal gain! You want nothing from me other than the power I can give you. Well forget it, I told you I wasn’t going to be some PET of yours. Our deals are OVER.” Pulling your hand up, you see the pink and green entwined string that connected you to Alastor. Your chest pangs as it snaps apart, fading into the dust of the tower.

His static cuts out and an eerie stillness falls over the room. In the dim glow of the tower you can only make out his silhouette and red eyes. You stand perfectly still, preparing for him to retaliate, lunge, attack, yell, anything. But he doesn’t. Neither of you move nor speak. After what feels like an hour of silence, Alastor melts into his shadow and disappears out of the room.

You drop to your knees in agony.

Rule #4 Never let your weaknesses show.

A wave of pain burns through your body as though your heart was just ripped out of your chest.

Rule #3 Never bring anyone too close.

How could I be so stupid to think we could work together?

Rule #2 Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have.

That he could actually care about me?

Rule #1 Never trust another Overlord.

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augustisonline · 13 days

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Too sad to dance - Lucifer Morning star x reader (angst+fluff)

First fic on here!!! I'm a little bit nervous about getting back into writing but, hopefully this is good 😭 this is like, very descriptive and plot heavy so if that's not your thing I'm sorry, but to those who do like that, please enjoy! This is long as fuck.

Summary: Reader struggles with depression and finds themselves at a bar trying to drink their thoughts away. Lucifer goes looking for them and tries to comfort them. (Great summary august)

Warnings: tw for harassment, alcohol, swearing, reader struggles with depression, slight angst, no sexual content but a few sexual comments, implications of suicide, could this be classed as hurt/comfort? Lucifer, gn reader, pre established relationship, minimal use of y/n, fluff. Not proof read.

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Depression. Some people see it as an exaggeration of sadness, some people use it as a joke or some truly struggle with the mental hell that it can be. Today was one of those days. You had found yourself stuck in bed all day, still in your clothes from yesterday. You hadn't moved at all as you were in and out of sleep, trying to shut your mind up so you wouldn't have to think.

Nonetheless, it didn't work. Each time you woke up, it all came flooding back. The existential dread, the numbness and emptiness that your mind was feeling. Depression was your hell whilst living and in the afterlife. You couldn't escape it, even the one thing that you thought would finally free you of this hell, didn't actually end the suffering you had been going through.

So that's how you found yourself wound up at one of the more run down bars in hell, you just wanted to find somewhere where you could forget it all, even if that place was at the bottom of a bottle. You were sat at the bar, the stickiness of the wood beneath your arms really tied together the overall ickiness that this place was making you feel. Even the stool you were sat on felt disgusting.

The bartender made his way over to you, staring at you expectantly as he waited for you to order. "Just give me a glass of the strongest shit you've got." You spoke, your voice monotone as you slid a few bills you pulled from your pocket across the bar, not bothering to count them. A few minutes later the bartender placed the glass in front of you, his scrunched face staring down at you as you chugged the contents of the drink before he turned away to serve someone else.

You placed the glass down on the counter, absentmindedly staring at it, the ice was beginning to melt and although it wasn't very interesting, it kept your mind occupied. As you were deep in thought, your mind wondered to Lucifer. You were supposed to call him this morning. Shit. And you had walked out of the hotel without saying a word, what if you had worried him? You searched your pockets for your phone, only to find out you had forgotten it, a tired sigh escaped your lips as you placed your head in your hands, tears threatening to spill.

You couldn't keep putting him through this, shutting him and everyone else out when you were having a tough time. You felt awful. Lucifer had his own battle with depression and the pressure of being King. He didn't need to be running after you every so often when you disappeared in an attempt to feel better. A few silent tears had fallen from your eyes, you felt like the worst partner in all of Hell.

Caught up in your tears, you didn't notice the man who had sat next to you. Only the sound of him ordering a drink snapped you out of your trance. He looked towards you and smiled before speaking, "Rough day?". You laughed a bit, "When isn't it?" Lifting your head up and straightening your posture as you spoke to the man. He laughed at your words, sipping on his drink as he gave you a smirk.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before. You new around here?" He questioned, setting his drink down, still looking at you as he waited for you to reply. "No, I don't come here often, but I've been around for a few years." You replied, turning to the bartender and signalling for another drink, sliding him the cash as he poured it. The man hummed, staying silent for a moment as he took another swig of what appeared to be whiskey. "I recognise you, what's your name?" He enquired, and you looked at him rather suspiciously. You were surprised it took him this long to recognise you. A lot of guys wouldn't take this long to realise you were Lucifer's partner.

Dating the king of hell was amazing, but it did come with a lot of publicity. Even though Lucifer tried to stay out of the public eye, it did often result in your private dates being crashed by at least one nosey reporter. So, to say you weren't the talk of Hell for a while would be a lie.

"Y/n, but I'm sure you've not seen me before" You dismissed, not feeling up to discussing your relationship with the king to other sinners who would only be friendly to you knowing Lucifer was loaded. The man gasped, his smirk returning to his face as he realised, "Holy shit, you're Lucifers bitch! That's how I knew your face. Damn what you doin' here? He not satisfying ya?". A sigh escaped your lips. Of course the first question would be about his performance in bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. What was it again?" You asked, your tone turning cold as you began to feel disinterested in the man sat beside you.

"Jackson." He smiled before continuing. "I throw some bomb parties. You should come to one sometime." You internally groaned. Honestly, nothing sounded worse. Being in a room full of frat boys who are stuck like this for eternity? No thanks. "I'll pass on that, I gotta go, sorry." You dismissed, quickly getting up from your stool, holding onto the bar due to your slight drunken state. As you walked towards the exit, Jackson calls on you, quickly walking up to you when you exit the bar and enter the street outside.

"Could I at least get your number? Or walk you home, c'mon, I bet I could make you feel so much better than the short stuff you're banging." He smirked, snickering at his own words, and it internally made you cringe. "Again, I'll pass." You responded, walking past him as you began to walk home, either to the hotel or to Lucifer's. You weren't sure, but you were going somewhere. He grabbed your wrist, and you turned to look at him with annoyance in your eyes. "Look, you seem nice, but I have a boyfriend, I'm really not interested and I'd love to go home so, if you could get your hands off me, I'd appreciate that." You snapped, which caused Jacksons demeanour to change.

"Hey, I was being nice, no need to get pissy! Just, why don't you come with me?" He spoke, almost ordering you to go with him. His grip on your wrist got tighter, and you were sure it would bruise. "I said I'm not interested, now will you -" You spoke before being cut off by a familiar voice, which made you want to disappear then and there. "Excuse me, but they said they aren't interested, so please, leave them alone and go back to whatever hole you may have crawled out of." Lucifer's familiar voice spoke, talking to Jackson with a condescending tone to it.

Jackson's hand freed your wrist, and within seconds, you were watching him run down the street and out of sight. Lucifer turned to you, worry and panic in his gaze and voice. "Are you okay? I've been trying to find you for hours, I was worried, you aren't hurt, are you?" His hands came up to your face, like he was inspecting you for any sign of injury. "I'm fine." You spoke, your tone coming off harsher than you intended. "Sweetheart, you don't sound fine." Lucifer replied softly, the tiny height difference between you making him tilt his head up to meet your eyes.

"Lucifer, I'm fine, I promise. I can handle myself." You snapped, moving your gaze to the pavement you were stood on. "That's not the part I'm worried about, I know you can handle yourself, but I know what these people are like, they're awful, I just worry that they'll take advantage of you when you're vulnerable." His tone was still soft and full of worry, contrasting your harsh tone. Lucifer sighed when you stayed silent, reading you're body language and expression to understand how you felt.

"Look, I get that you might not have wanted me to come here, but honey, I worry about you so much and I care about you, i couldn't sit around knowing you were out of reach somewhere in this shit hole whilst having a breakdown." Lucifer added, continuing to look at your face even though you were still focused on the pavement, your eyes glassy as tears welled up in them. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't keep doing this, I-I thought I was getting better." You mumbled as you began to cry. You didn't even care that you were standing in a street anymore. You just wanted to go home.

Lucifer pulled you into his arms, a hand resting on the back of your head as you broke down, crying onto his shoulder. It took a moment before you had stopped, "Can we go home, please?" You croaked out, sniffling as you pulled your head away to look at Lucifer. "Of course." Lucifer smiled, and within seconds, Lucifer had teleported you both back to his Palace. You were now stood in his bedroom, the gold accents bringing out the main theme of red throughout the room.

"Would you like to talk about what's going on?" Lucifer softly asked, his hands resting on your shoulders. "There's nothing that you don't know to talk about, I just woke up and I wanted to disappear. I'm sorry I made you worry. I thought I was getting better..I just, don't want to keep making you this worried about me." You spoke, voice cracking as you began to tear up again. Lucifers hands cupping your face made you look at him, and he looked at you with a loving gaze that made you feel everything you felt today begin to disappear.

"I know, sweetheart, but please don't apologise for that. You've done nothing wrong, and you've not upset me. Sure, you had me pretty worried, but that's because I care, and I couldn't bear to lose you. You don't realise this, but you have truly, and single-handedly, brought a happiness back into my life that I didn't think I'd ever see again." He paused, giving you a chance to take in his words as he wiped a tear that had fallen onto your cheek.

"What I'm trying to say is you are the most beautiful being I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon in my immortal life, and I believe that you don't deserve to be down here, you're too sweet and kind and loving for your own good! You make so many people, including myself, smile every day, and I just want to see you smile like that for a change." Lucifer finished, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. You stared at him in awe, eyes widening as you listened to his words, such loving and sweet words that no one had ever spoken to you before.

Feeling lost for words would be an understatement. You were completely taken aback, and for a moment, as you looked into your lovers eyes, it all went quiet. The loving words he spoke were the only things running through your mind, and for the first time in a while, including your time alive and in hell, everything went quiet. "I love you." Those three words were the only words you could put together in response to his, and it was the first time you had said those words in a while. It was Lucifer's turn to be taken aback, as he had already told you he loved you. He was being patient with you and giving you the time you needed to return those words to him. There was no pressure or judgement with him.

"I love you too, my darling, more than I can put into words." Lucifer softly spoke, leaning up to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stayed like this for a moment, Lucifer held you close to him, he didn't want to lose you like that again. It was quiet for a moment before the sound of your favourite slow song had begun to play, and Lucifer gently swayed you to the gentle beat. One day you'd figure out how he could do that.

"Dance with me, please," He invited, his tone soft as he held you close. "I'm too sad to dance, Luci." You replied with a small laugh, yet you placed your arms over his shoulders, silently accepting his offer.

"No one is too sad to dance, sweetheart."

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HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME A WHILE 😭

anyways, I hope its okay! I kinda get carried away with plot but I'm low-key debating making a part two (no I'm not)

Anyways this was NOT proof read and its 1:36am so, please leave me some constructive criticism.

Thanks bts for inspiring this whole thing 🫶

Word count:??????

Edit: it's been proof read never let me write past 1 am again. Also please say someone got the Jackson Wang joke cuz I'm giggling over my own mind honestly you wouldn't think I'm legally an adult.

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iamembarrased · 1 month

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I. Trapped in Amber

Introductions

Tags: Hazbin Hotel, original female character, Mute oc, minor violence

Notes: soon to be AlastorxOC, posting this so hopefully I can focus on writing my actual book and not fanfic 😅 not used to posting on tumblr, let me know if I need to add certain tags!

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The Hazbin Hotel stood out like a sore thumb in the outskirts of Pentagram City, no one usually paid any mind to it as it belonged to the delusional princess and her strange idea of a rehab center for sinners. Anyone who dared to threaten her could face the wrath of the King himself Lucifer, so as a precaution, no one ever bothered her.

One particular soul looked to the hotel as if it were a beacon, a symbol of hope, an escape from the city, somewhere she could take refuge, and her last resort.

The bat demon couched under a tarp, hidden atop a pawn shop in Pentagram City. The light of the hotel shone through a hole in the tarp and cast a glow over her large amber colored eyes.

After a few moments of staring and listening, the bat demon quickly darted from under the tarp, spread her wings, and leaped off the roof down to the dark and grungy alley below. Just before reaching the pavement, she tossed her watch and phone, landing directly on the devices with her heels.

For good measure, she stomped on both multiple times. When she was satisfied, she scooped up the remnants and scattered the parts in the nearest dumpster, dusting her hands of it easily.

Spreading her wings again the bat demon took off with one destination in mind, she couldn’t believe she was going to grovel to a princess who preaches and sings about redemption, but she had no other options. She can play nice if it meant she can hide under the protection of royalty, she wondered why no one else had thought of this yet aside from Valentino’s porn star and the snake demon that was supposed to be a spy.

All she had to do was smile and nod.

Smile and nod.

When she reached the front doors, she wondered if she was supposed to knock. It is a hotel. No one knocks at a hotel, but this feels different. Her watch before she crushed it said it was 6PM. What time did their lobby close?

The princess’s song on the news didn’t give any instruction.

The bat demon quickly ran her hand through her long pale white hair, readjusted the amber colored feather quill she had tucked behind her large bat ears, and dusted her long red dress, ensuring she was as presentable as a sinner could be.

With a deep breath she raised a hand and knocked.

And waitied.

Just as she was about to open the door she was face to face with the porn star, Angel Dust. Well, face to sternum as Angel towered over her.

”Who’re you?”

The bat demon blinked. She didn’t know why she expected something different, like a butler or bellboy, to take her coat and usher her inside. Of what she’s heard, Angel isn’t their bellboy.

”You, uh, gonna say somthin’?”

The bat demon grabbed the sides of her dress and dipped into a polite curtsey. She should have come prepared for this, though thinking back she didn’t have a lot of time to do anything, this was very much a last-minute decision, a now or never situation.

”Okay…” Angel Dust glanced inside and shrugged. “Uh, so, are you here to see Charlie, or…”

”Wait!” A cheery voice echoed from deeper inside. The sounds of rapid footsteps followed her voice. “Someone for me? Is it a newcomer?”

Angel Dust was promptly pushed to the side as the Princess of Hell herself bulldozed right through him to beam at the bat demon. One could say there were stars in her eyes.

”Oh my gosh, is this - are you - are you-” The princess couldn’t keep her excitement together. She took a deep breath. ”Are-you-here-to-be-a-part-of-my-hotel?” The princess blurted the words so quick her words almost became a jumble of syllables.

The bat demon smiled wide and nodded. As she dipped to another curtsey, she found her feet had left the ground, the princess had grabbed her arm and whisked her inside without a moment's notice. Angel groaned and shut the door behind them.

”Everyone! Everyone!” The princess nearly screamed, placing the newcomer in the center of the empty foyer. “We did it! It worked! We have our first guest at the hotel!”

The bat demon thought the princess was going to hyperventilate. She looked around briefly, noting the smell of dust and the echo the princesses voice made across the empty hotel.

“Wait, are you serious?” A voice called out.

”Fresh meat!” Said a small, high pitched voice.

”Wait, wait, wait. First guest?” Angel Dust scoffed. “What am I, chopped liver?”

”You could be!” The small voice chimed in again.

”Firssst?” Another voice called. “You sssaid I wasss the firssst!”

“You both know what I mean! Plus, Ser Pentious, you only came here to spy on us at first. But her! Our first guest that isn’t a spy!”

The bat demon raised an eyebrow, wondering if the princess seriously ruled her out as being a spy in the first minute of seeing her. How did she grow up in Hell and come out like this?

”Woah woah woah.” Another person approached the princess, a shorter, pale haired young woman. “Slow down there, hon. We don’t even know her name.”

”Ohmygosh, you’re right! How rude of me I can’t believe I haven’t asked yet!” The princess finally looked at the bat demon instead of looking at the prospect of a new guest. “I’m Charlie, Princess of Hell and the owner of the Hazbin Hotel!” Charlie opened her arms wide as if to gloat about the ‘wonderful’ hotel around her. The bat demon couldn’t help but notice the place looked a little run down. “So, what’s your name?”

The bat demon reached in to her coat pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment paper.

”Uh, did you forget, or…” Angel Dust mumbled.

The demon pulled the feather quill from her hair and wrote on the paper with glittering gold ink, her penmanship remarkable with serifs, spirals, and not one crooked or misplaced letter. Once she was done writing, she displayed the parchment for all to see.

“Ambergris, Amber for short.” Charlie read the note out loud, she hummed. “So… I appreciate the formality but you can talk, I’m not that kind of royalty.”

Amber’s smile lowered a bit and she shook her head.

”No?”

The one with the pale hair hummed. “Are you not able to talk?”

Amber nodded.

”That’s okay, we can learn sign language as a group!” Charlie smiled wide. “Inclusion means to care for others and will lead everyone down the path to redemption!”

Amber already started to regret coming here. She had hoped the preaching would have waited for at least ten more minutes. She doesn’t even know sign language, only a few select words.

”But first! This is my girlfriend Vaggie-“ Charlie gestured to the one with the pale hair, Vaggie waved casually. “This is Angel Dust-“ She pointed to where he was only to find he had wandered to the bar. “That’s our bartender, Husker!”

The bartender had his head firmly planted on the bar. He didn’t respond to his name being called.

"That's Ser Pentious, our first- um, second guest."

Ser Pentious kept his distance, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously from a distance.

”That’s Niffty, our maid!”

Although Charlie pointed across the room the small demon raced up to them with intense speed, she climbed up Charlie’s leg and stood on her shoulder, her one eye scanning Amber rapidly. “Isn’t Ambergris whale poop? You don’t look like whale poop.”

Angel Dust’s laughs echoed across the hall. Husker didn't react or move to his sudden laughter.

”You kinda look like a bug. Are you?” Without giving her a chance to answer, Niffty pulled out a needle that looked half her size. “ARE YOU?”

Amber felt a presence behind her. The pressure in the air changed, and she felt internally that something extremely dangerous had manifested. The presence almost sounded like… static.

Amber gathered all her strength to not flinch or react to whoever or whatever manifested just inches behind her.

”Oh, Niffty!” A new voice called. This one sounded like it had an old radio filter applied over it. The voice came from directly behind Amber from the dangerous presence she sensed. “We can’t go around stabbing our guests. What would the papers say? Let’s leave the stabbing for the roaches, dear.”

Niffty giggled. “You got it, sir!” And without another word, Niffty sprinted away with lightning speed, maniacally giggling as she left.

”I do apologize for being late, how rude of me! I almost missed welcoming our new guest!”

Amber turned around to face the demon behind her. She had to step back and look up to meet his red eyes and yellow toothed smile. She grabbed the edges of her dress and curtseyed again.

”This is Ambergris, Amber for short.” Charlie said. “She’s our newest guest! Can you believe it? A new guest! Here!”

As Charlie continued rambling the tall red demon bowed. “Charmed to meet you, how do you do?”

Amber smiled wide and nodded once.

The tall red demon cocked his head unnaturally at a ninety-degree angle. ”How quaint. Not much of a talker, are you?”

”She’s mute, I think.” Vaggie responded, her attention quickly brought to Charlie as she had now started pacing in circles and naming all the lesson plans she’ll have to change and create now that they have someone that can not talk.

“Well that’s fine, we have enough chatterboxes in this hotel anyway.” The demon shrugged. He straightened his neck and extended a hand. “I’m Alastor, the facility manager of the hotel. Perhaps you may have heard of me from my radio broadcasts?”

Amber’s blood ran cold. Charlie never mentioned the Radio Demon was working here when she was singing on the news.

It had been seven years since he’s been seen around hell. It has also been eight years since a particular scream joined his broadcasts. Amber took pleasure in listening for those wails amongst all the others, spending many afternoons just listening to the channel that hosted the screams. She has him to thank for taking down the cruel overlord that owned her soul back then.

Amber nodded with an excited smile. She extended her hand.

”Oh, how delightful!” Alastor shook her hand roughly, excitement in his eyes as he got his recognition. “You have no idea how uncultured demons are these days, always focusing on those clunky picture boxes, melting their brains and wasting away their attention span.”

“OKAY!” Charlie had finished panicking about her dilemma and returned her attention to Amber. “How about Alastor and I give you a tour!”

“What a splendid idea!” Alastor procured his microphone staff and gestured deeper into the hotel with it. “Shall we?”

During the tour Alastor kept a gentle pace, not once slowing down or speeding up to match pace with Charlie’s erratic behavior. Amber had been shown the important parts like where her room will be, access to the main balcony, and access to the pirate ship- which no explanation was given for.

She had also been shown the not-important parts of the hotel, like various stains on the ceiling, paintings on the walls, curtains on the windows, and scratch marks on the floor.

As they walked, Amber and Alastor made small talk, mostly Alastor talking about himself. Amber communicated through her parchment, as the parchment would fill with letters, she would simply flick her quill, and the previous text would vanish, leaving no trace of ink behind.

“I do have to say, you have quite the talent in penmanship. It’s quite striking!”

Amber smirked and wrote, “Thank you! Calligraphy has always been my second best talent.”

”Oh?” Alastor glanced at her curiously. “And what is your first best talent, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She smiled and wrote, “Well, a lady has to have some secrets.” She paused as Charlie continued to ramble, oblivious that they weren’t paying attention. ”Do I have to sign anything to stay here?”

“No, my dear, you are not contractually obligated to do anything here! If a wayward sinner wishes to stay here, they can simply walk through the doors! You don’t even have to pay.”

“Yes, but-“ Charlie stopped rambling about the painting they were passing to join the conversation. “We do have some rules.”

Amber nodded, shocked they didn’t charge a fee. Though she was thankful as she didn’t have many funds to her name at the moment.

”While you’re here we really want to see you make an effort, but we understand everyone changes at their own pace, just- do remember the next extermination is…”

”Five months away.”

”Yeah, that… Um, no drugs, we will confiscate and destroy any that we find. No running unapproved businesses in the hotel. Most importantly, no violence, and no manufacturing weapons. Everyone under this roof is under my protection- though, Alastor is usually the one to take care of threats.”

”And it is my pleasure to do so!” Alastor chuckled.

“We also have daily morning exercises! After breakfast, we get together and start your journey to redemption!”

“One failed lesson at a time!”

Charlie deflated. “Not all of my lessons fail! Sometimes it just… takes time for the lessons to come in to effect.” She crossed her arms. “Anyway, do those rules sound doable?”

Amber nodded, she quickly wrote on her parchment, “No drugs, no violence, pay attention, and be good!” She displayed her note with a charming smile.

Charlie quickly bounced back to being excited, the quick acceptance of the rules brought hope in Charlie’s eyes. The prospect brought a pep in her step as she continued the tour.

As they continued Alastor stroked his chin, deep in thought for a moment. “Do you mind if I have a closer look at that parchment of yours? I find it rather interesting.”

Amber handed the parchment quickly and easily, tucking her quill behind her ear hoping it would hide it from view.

As Alastor looked over the parchment his eyes lit up, recognizing the feeling of true vellum in his fingers. Calf skin professionally stretched, scraped, and dried. The small sheet she carried would cost a pretty penny, he wondered how much it cost her.

“My, my, what peculiar tastes. Did you skin this yourself?”

Amber steeled herself, preventing her from outwardly reacting. She shook her head, hiding the truth.

“What a shame, I’ve always wanted to pick my victim to make parchment with, I’ve just never had the time!” He brought the sheet closer to his face, inspecting the glittering ink on the page. ”And may I ask what ink you use?”

For a moment Amber’s heart dropped, she had hoped he would have dropped the subject once he felt the vellum, it was quite the conversation piece but he nearly skipped right over it. She tapped her quill as she removed it from her hair, the ink on the page dissolved.

As she held out her hand to ask for the parchment back, Alastor handed it over with a large toothy smile, his sharp yellow teeth gleamed in the dim light of the hallway.

Amber didn't dare hand him the quill. Instead, she wrote, “I am a lady of MANY secrets.”

Alastor broke out in a hearty laugh, Charlie turned and realized the two weren’t listening to her again.

”My dear, you’re absolutely delightful! If there were more sinners like you around here, I may just change my opinions on this place.” Alastor looked over to Charlie. “Please, may we continue the tour?”

The tour ended back at the foyer. As they neared the parlor, they could hear something playing on the TV. Angel and Vaggie had turned on a movie and were lounging, both focused more on their phones than on the movie. Sir Pentious, Niffty, and Husker were nowhere to be seen.

Charlie turned her attention to Amber. “Sooo, what do you think?”

Amber wrote on her parchment, “Wonderful! I'll enjoy my stay here.”

Charlie squealed in excitement and wrapped her arms around Amber, uncaring for personal space. “I'm so glad to hear that!”

“Splendid! Another to add to the list, at this rate, the hotel will be full with hopeless sinners before the next extermination!”

Charlie was both excited and discouraged by his statement. “Anyway, we don’t have a curfew, so you’re welcome to do whatever you usually do when you’re not here. All we ask is your participation in the morning.” She smiled. “Do you have any bags?”

Amber shook her head, her only possession being her quill, parchment, dress, and cash.

”That’s okay, we can help you pack and get your stuff in the morning! It will be a good activity for everyone to show their support and build trust!”

Amber shook her head again, this time pulling out her parchment to write, “I don’t have other belongings, just what I have on me now.”

”Oh.” Charlie blinked. “Not even clothes?”

“Hm, are you a fresh soul? Perhaps you believe you were sent to the wrong place?” Alastor laughed. “Such naivety.”

Amber wrote, “I am not new to Hell, I recently lost possession of all my belongings.” She frowned. “I apologize, are there any clothes I can borrow until I am able to place an order?”

Charlie hummed. “I might-“

”It is done.” Alastor tapped his cane on the floor. “When you return to your room, your wardrobe will be full to the brim! I hope my tastes suit you well.”

Amber smiled up at him, writing, “Thank you, Alastor. I will return the clothes as soon as I am able.”

”No need! Consider it a favor.”

Her smile faltered, she has been in Hell far too long to fall for that trick. “I would rather not.” She wrote. “Unless it is an act of kindness, I do not accept, though I appreciate the offer.”

“Alastor…” Charlie frowned and crossed her arms at him.

”What? I was just testing her!” His smile only grew wider as he shrugged. No one believed him. “The clothes are a welcome gift, then. Can’t have our guests walking around naked, can we?”

”Why not?” Angel chimed in, not looking away from his phone.

”Anyways!” Charlie quickly cut in before Angel or Alastor could continue. “We will discuss more in the morning. We’re watching movies tonight if you’d like to join.”

Amber, with nothing better to do, joined in on the movie night.

Charlie sat in the middle of the couch, snuggling up with Vaggie and getting uncomfortably close to Angel. Amber could have taken the armchair, though she was much more interested in the lit fireplace.

She eyed the TV carefully and held her breath as she passed. When she got closer she let go of her breath upon seeing it wasn’t VoxTech brand.

She sat on the ground in front of the fireplace and propped her elbows on the raised hearth, she basked in the warmth of the fire on her face.

Alastor gladly took the armchair. He procured a newspaper from the cushion and paid no mind to the movie. Though he tried to read the paper, his eyes would trail to Amber, something about the way the fire light reflected from her eyes was attracting his attention.

Amber also paid no mind to the movie, choosing to stare deep into the fire. Her large bat ears perked and she listened as Angel and Charlie would make comments throughout. Even as they were whispering, Amber still heard them and would smile at their comments.

At some point, Amber had the feeling she was being watched. No doubt everyone was keeping an eye on the stranger, but it felt as if someone was staring at her. She casually raised her arms and stretched, using it as an excuse to twist her body to see who was staring at her.

She made eye contact with him, and he looked at her with distrust and suspicion in his eyes.

Angel Dust.

Amber pretended not to notice, facing fully toward the fire in case Angel felt he recognized her from somewhere. She even pulled her hair over her shoulder to hide her face more.

Once the movie ended Charlie and Vaggie left to go to bed, leaving Angel Dust who stayed lounging on the couch with his face buried in his phone, and Alastor who didn’t seem to notice the movie had ended and still stared at his paper.

She felt like it was a game of chicken between the three. Who would leave first?

When the fire began to die out and there were no more logs left Amber had to go, even though she could see in the dark she knew it was still weird to be the only one just staring into space.

When she moved to get up, she caught a glimpse of Angel watching her and quickly returning his attention to his phone. Before walking away, she curtseyed as a way to say goodnight to the men still in the parlor.

”Ah, goodnight, my dear, get plenty of sleep - we have a big day tomorrow!”

Amber was dreading tomorrow but kept the smile plastered on her face.

When she was alone she could still feel eyes on her. There weren’t any security cameras that were obvious but she felt like the shadows were watching.

When she reached her bedroom door the spy made themselves obvious.

”Hey.” Angel Dust walked out in the open and quickly rushed up to her side. He bridged the distance with quick long strides. "Can we talk?"

Angel didn’t give Amber an option as he pushed her against her door. She quickly scanned his hands for weapons and readied herself for an attack. He held one pair of hands against the wall to entrap her, and the other pair rested on his hips.

“Look, don’t play dumb.” His voice had lowered almost to a growl, his face only inches from hers. “You don’t think I wouldn’t recognize Vox’s mute bitch?”

Amber could feel her heart beating out of her chest, she honestly thought he wouldn’t remember her. They rarely crossed paths and Vox usually had her running errands away from the tower, if Angel wasn’t plastered on billboards she probably would have forgotten him.

”Did Val send you here? Are you here to spy on me?”

Amber frowned and shoved him back with one arm, she raised her wings in an instinctual need to make herself feel larger. She knew he could hold himself in a fight and prepared herself for one in case he tried.

Angel didn't make a move as he was shoved back. “What the fuck are you here for?”

Amber very slowly removed her quill from behind her ear, instead of reaching for her parchment she pointed the quill toward Angel, ink spilled from the metal tip yet the golden ink stayed stationary in the air.

In between her and Angel, she wrote, “I am not here on Vox’s orders.”

Angel wasn’t shocked at the words that appeared between them, when he read the message he scoffed, not fully convinced. “Look, I need you to promise.”

Amber shook her head.

”Not a deal, not like either of us have shit to give anyway. Just… promise me you’re not here to spy on me- or anyone here.”

Amber hummed. She flicked her quill to clear the text in between them and bridged the gap with a pinky finger extended.

“A fuckin’ pinky promise? I’m not… y’know what- fuck it.” Angel sighed and wrapped his pinky finger around hers. “I’ll keep an eye on you-“ He pulled his hand close to his chest, forcing Amber to take a single step toward him. He towered over her. “Don’t fuck this up for me.”

Amber glared up at him, not threatened in the slightest by his display. She let go of his finger and quickly wrote, “Likewise.”

Angel grumbled as he walked away, ”G’night, ho.” After he entered his room he slammed his bedroom door behind him.

Amber slowly entered her room and leaned against the door. She sighed loudly, grumbled, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

She’s fucked.

Amber was hoping Valentino’s favorite porn star would have been too drugged and dazed to recognize her, if he tells Valentino she’s here or she gets caught in the background of a selfie- she’s caught. Her escape from Vox would turn into a short lived vacation.

Would this count as a vacation? Of the residents, one could be counted as a coworker that could rat her out, one is a naive and lonely princess trying to start a cult, a bug demon - those are never normal, and one is her bosses’ mortal enemy- another powerful overlord. At least the snake, Vaggie, and the bartender didn’t post much of a threat.

Fuck, she will have to keep on her toes to survive here.

She has one thing going for her.

There’s nothing on her contract about redemption.

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zilari · 9 months

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Don't Mess With My Knives!

DISCLAIMER: Contains tickles, some swear words, mentions of sex (nothing graphic) & possibly minor spoilers. FANDOM: Lucifer WC: 3110

Lucifer messes with Maze's knives -- which took her hours to organize, and she's... less than pleased...

Maze smirked as she examined the exquisite blade she had in her hand. Her mind conjured up all the ways she could severe someone's tendons, gouge out their eyes, or do her all-time favourite thing... gutting someone and feeding them their intestines. The demon had just finished sharpening the last blade in her expansive collection of torturing tools. Mazikeen sharpened them all three times, polished them until they were glittering, and meticulously arranged them from deadliest to least.

Once the last blade was finally sparkling and as sharp as she could make it, she carefully set it beside her second favourite blade and stood up to admire her hard work. Her previous victims' screams played over and over again in her mind like a beautiful symphony of anguish. She could recall every soul she tortured with specific blades, the creative techniques she used, their pleas of mercy... it was making her feel a certain way.

Maze licked her lips as she turned her heel and strolled out of her room -- the basement of Lux -- and headed to the club, finding someone to satiate her... desires. It didn't take her long to find a plaything. He was a younger-ish man with burning blue eyes, and his face was lovely to look at. She strolled right up to him, hooked her finger on his pants and dragged him to somewhere semi-private. By the time she was done with the human, a couple of hours had passed, and the poor man was a sobbing mess -- tears of joy, mainly. She left him half-naked, curled into a ball on the floor, and returned to her room.

The moment the elevator doors parted, she could sense something was amiss. The first place she looked was her collection; lo and behold, someone messed with hours of work. The blades were in the wrong order, others had smudges that she knew for sure weren't there before -- it was all ruined! Maze felt a deep-rooted rage bubble inside her, making her shake with anger as she stormed out of her room and back into the elevator.

"The audacity. I'm going to find out who did this and rip them apart limb by limb, and then--" A metaphorical lightbulb lit up above her head. She knew exactly who messed with her stuff. The only person, besides her, who would ever touch her knives.

With a scoff and an eye twitch, she aggressively tapped the button for the penthouse. Maze cycled through various ways she could get revenge. She thought about using her demon blades, forged in the bowels of hell, the only things that could actually hurt him. No, it wouldn't make him plead for mercy. She juggled the idea of possibly hurting people close to him. No, the tiny human would get in my way. By the time she reached the top floor, she had a big, shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Maze knew precisely what she was going to him, and she couldn't wait.

Much to her luck, Lucifer was sitting on the couch, nursing his drink, looking especially pouty. Not that Maze cared. All she wanted was her revenge. He glanced up from what he was doing and stared at her, waiting for her to explain why she was bugging him. Maze wordlessly entered the penthouse, her grin turning sly as she strolled over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whisky. She twisted the cap off, flicking it somewhere else in the room and stared at him -- her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lucifer continued staring at her, a feeling of unease plaguing him when he saw that sparkle in her eyes, "Is there a reason why you're bothering me, Maze?"

The demon shrugged, taking a swig of the whisky as she ambled around the bar, that damned smile never leaving her face, "Oh, I was just wondering if you touched my knives."

He tilted his head in confusion, "Your knives? What--?" He thought back to when he went down to the basement to fetch her -- he needed her help to torture the information out of someone -- but when he couldn't find her, he opted instead to take one of her knives as a way to... persuade the person, "Oh! I did, indeed. I needed one of your blades to motivate a pesky gnat to tell me some information."

Maze nodded, standing a few feet away, "Uh-huh, did you get the information you needed?"

Lucifer slowly nodded, the weary feeling doubling the closer she got, "Yes... I did... Maze, why are you looking at me like that?"

The demon took another swig before placing the bottle on the piano, "Do you know how long it took me to polish and organize them all?" Maze snapped, and before he could reply, she continued, "Hours, Lucifer. It took me hours, and you thought you could traipse through my room, mess with my things and not suffer the consequences?"

Lucifer shrugged, not really understanding her anger, "Oh, come now, Maze. You can always clean and organize them all again. Dad knows you have the time." He chuckled, taking a sip from his own glass.

Maze's eyes blazed with a firey rage rivalling hell as she marched over and lunged at him. The angel yelped in surprise when he felt ten boney fingers bury themselves underneath his arms. Luci slammed them down on his sides and squealed like a schoolgirl. He dropped the glass and attempted to shove Maze off him. Unfortunately for him, she was as skilled of a fighter as a torturer, which meant she could easily hold him down while tickling the ever-loving snot out of him.

"MAHAHAHAHAZE! WhAHAH-- HEHEHEHE-- AHAHAre yoUUUU-- AHHHH, NOHOHO!" In the middle of his sentence, she shoved him over so he was on his back, straddled him, and managed to get his shirt untucked, which made it easy for her to start clawing at his bare stomach.

"What's wrong, Lucifer? Cat's got your tongue?" Maze smirked as she dipped a finger into his navel, making him scream.

Luci bucked his hips and tried to collect enough of his scrambled brain to throw her off him, "MAHAHAZE! GEHEHET OOOOFFF!"

Mazikeen's enraged expression turned into a gleeful smile as she got both hands under his shirt and started pinching at his ribs, which made him open-mouth cackle. She knew his worst spot was underneath his arms, but she wanted to be thorough. She wanted him to really feel the torture. Unfortunately, Lucifer managed to scrap together enough of his thoughts to throw her off him. Maze was sent crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the room as Lucifer rolled off the couch and attempted to dash for the door.

Maze recovered quickly and teleported to the front of the elevator, cutting off the angel's escape, "Where do you think you're going? I'm just getting started." She flashed him a sinister smile.

Lucifer switched to a defensive stance as she advanced toward him, much like a predator would prey, "Maze, come now. Let's use our words, hm? I'm certain we can come to some sort of deal..."

Mazikeen shook her head, "Nope, you're not going to get off that easily. I will torture you until you've learned your lesson."

"Come on, they're just knives! You're being ridiculous..." When that raging fire appeared in her eyes again, Lucifer realized just how screwed he was.

Before he could even dream of uttering another word, she had him on the floor and giggling up a storm. Maze expertly assaulted his ribs first, easily dodging his flailing limbs as she teased his sides. She was precise and brutal-- whenever she found a spot that made him squeal, she honed in on it and really went at it. It wasn't long before she had Lucifer in hysterics, eyes brimming with tears, face red as a tomato. Honestly? She expected him to be more challenging than that. He was the king of hell, well, former king. Still, she assumed he'd be able to handle a little tickling.

"I can't believe the king of hell can't handle a little tickling. I mean, I've seen children handle it better than you." Maze cackled, focusing on a particularly sensitive spot which had him scream-laughing.

Lucifer made the time-out symbol with his hands, and Maze, thank his Dad, pulled her hands away. Granting him a few precious moments to fill his lungs with oxygen, "Is this... really... necessary, Maze? I mean... I didn't know you were so uppity over... some knives. Otherwise--"

"Uppity?" Maze scoffed. She had to switch tactics if he wouldn't admit he was wrong.

Thankfully, she had something explicitly crafted for moments like this. It was done without his knowledge, and she did an excellent job hiding them for all these years, but now was the time to bring them out. But first, she had to incapacitate him, solution? Raspberries. Lots and lots of raspberries. While Lucifer slumped against the ground, sucking in mouthfuls of oxygen, she lifted his shirt, leaned down, and blew a raspberry overtop his belly button. The angel yelped and arched his back, hands flying to push Maze's head away. But she snagged his wrists, pulled his arms aside, and blew another one, then another, then another, then a few more, and one more for good measure.

By the time she pulled away, Lucifer was a giggling, babbling mess, giving her the time to pull her new toys out. A pair of handcuffs made of the same metal as her demon blades. Maze had yet to determine if they'd work, but now was the perfect time to test them. She intended to use them on Amenadiel, but then he discovered her true intentions for sleeping with him, and... it just didn't end well. She shot up to her feet, dragged him closer to the piano, and slapped on the cuffs, making sure to loop them around the leg of the piano.

"Maze, what are you--" He yanked down on the cuffs, completely baffled, "What are these made out of?" When she pulled out her demon blade, he felt genuine fear wash over him, "Now, hold on just a minute. Killing me seems a little excessive. Especially over a few-- Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know they meant so much."

Maze arched a brow, glanced over at her blades, then to Lucifer's very concerned face, and that's when she connected the dots, "You think I'm going to kill you?"

Luci nervously shrugged, "You have me cuffed to my piano, with your blades out -- the only thing that can hurt me -- and you're in a nasty mood. You get a little stab-happy when you're angry..."

"Well, true, but I would never kill you. At least, not right now. You still need to learn your lesson." Maze smirked.

"If you're not going to kill me, then why are your--" It finally dawned on him, "These cuffs, they're made of the same steel as your blades, aren't they?" When the demon's smile grew, that answered his question, "You sly little minx. You made them behind my back."

She shrugged as she sheathed them, "I figured I'd need them one day. You never know when angel cuffs will come in handy." Maze unbuttoned his shirt and opened it up, exposing his torso -- a blank canvas for her torture, "Now, where were we?" She wiggled her fingers at him and slowly moved them closer to the spot.

Lucifer tensed up as he tugged on his restraints -- part of him was a little excited. He was always up for a little bondage, but that excitement vanished like smoke on a windy day when her wretched nails touched his skin. The unholiest of sounds escaped him, which was saying a lot, considering he was the Devil. It was so strange that Maze stopped on the spot and stared at him, completely perplexed by what she had heard. The two stared at each other for a few heartbeats before his cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and Maze burst out laughing.

"What was that sound you made?" She cackled, "I've never heard you make that sound before! Make it again."

She clawed at his armpits, scoring a strangled yelp from Lucifer, who attempted to suppress the various sounds threatening to come out of him. It... didn't last long. A sound that equated to a deflating balloon followed by a loud squeal came out of him. The floodgates had opened, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lucifer's body turned into a live wire as he screamed bloody murder. Maze laughed maniacally, thoroughly enjoying the desperation bleeding from the angel and the fact he was bucking like a bronco. She even dared to whoop like she was actually riding a bull. To make matters even worse -- which Luci didn't think was possible -- she scooted down and started blowing raspberries on his tummy again.

"NOOOHOOOO! MAHAHA-- AHAHAHAH-- MAZE! PLEHEHEHEASE! Pleheheheheheh--" Lucifer's voice turned silent as she continued her torture.

She glanced up at him innocently, "What's wrong, Lucifer? You seem distressed."

The devil hid his face in the crook of his arm to conceal the tears that had started freefalling from his eyes. Maze blew one last raspberry, returned to her previous spot on his legs, and pulled her hands away, feeling pity for the poor bastard. Luci shuttered, his nerves still screaming from the residual tickles as he greedily sucked in mouthfuls of air. Maze examined the pathetic, trembling mass before her, deciding whether or not he had learned his lesson. She tapped her fingers on his ribs, eliciting a yelp followed by desperate giggles.

"MAZE! Stahap! PleEHEHEHEHE--" Amid his sentence, she decided she wasn't finished and skittered her nails up and down his sides like bloody insects.

His voice rose and fell in intervals, depending on where she tickled him, which had her busting a gut over the array of expressions and sounds he was making. This was the best day of her life and oddly therapeutic -- better than any talk with the therapist.

"You know, this has to be the most fun I've had, well... forever. We should really do this more often." She chimed, stopping just short of his underarms, which had him howling with laughter.

"MAHAHAHAZE! PLEEHEHEHEASE! I'm-- HEHEHEHE!" High-pitched giggles smothered his hopes of ever speaking. It seemed anytime he opened his mouth to reason with her, she'd jump to a seam in his muscles that sent him into hysterics.

She grew bored of hitting the same three spots -- armpits, stomach, sides -- and decided to swap tactics. Maze spun around so her back was facing him and latched her hand onto his thighs like leeches. Lucifer let out a hoarse yelp as his legs kicked widely underneath her. She pinched the tops of his legs, got underneath them, even did the ol' crack-an-egg-on-his-knee thing -- which all had him cackling. But nothing compared to when she squeezed his inner thighs. He screamed. Like, a top-of-his-lungs girl scream. The grin on her face would've sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened of people, or celestials, for that matter.

"Wow, Lucifer. You're quite the screamer." She glanced back at him with a sadistic smile as she swapped between squeezing and using her nails.

Lucifer was in literal Hell. No, worst than that. He didn't have a word for the thing he was experiencing. His body had a mind of its own at this point -- it was thrashing and bucking widely, and making these humiliating sounds that he didn't think he was capable of. He was caked in sweat, his face beat red, and his throat hoarse from all the screaming and laughing he was doing. Mazikeen was the best torturer in the history of, well, ever. She was an artist. A master. Capable of finding the smallest of weaknesses and utilizing it to her advantage. He just never thought he'd be on the receiving end of it. Certainly not over something so trivial as knives, yet, here he was -- getting the snot tickled out of him all because he messed up her collection.

He was viciously taken out of his thoughts, and Maze had turned back around and refocused on his armpits. This was how he was going to die. He thought he'd go out in an orgy or an epic gunfight. Not asphyxiation via tickle torture delivered by hell's most talented torturer. However, by his Dad's saving grace. She stopped. Lucifer groaned loudly as he slumped against the floor. Too tired to even speak. Mazikeen examined him and deemed him sufficiently tortured. She figured he had learned his lesson. Well, she kind of hoped he didn't. She really wanted to torture him again. But with how dishevelled and utterly exhausted he looked, it didn't seem like he intended to mess with her things again.

"So, learned our lesson, have we?" Maze smirked as she ran a finger down his side.

Lucifer reeled to the side, a pitiful whimper leaving his lips, "Please don't..." When he didn't say anything else, she dipped her finger into his navel again, making him bark out a laugh, "YEHEHES! I learned my lesson!"

She circled around his belly button, looking at him expectantly, "And what lesson is that?" Maze tweaked his side with her other hand, inciting a steady flow of giggles from him.

"ACK! I wohohon't touch your prehehehecious knives again! Now, plehehehease STAHAHAP!" He screeched the last part when Mazikeen surprised him with the umpteenth raspberry, "I'M BEHEHEGGING YOU, MAHAHAHAZE!"

The demon sighed disappointedly as she poked and prodded different areas on his stomach, "Well, I guess you did ask nicely... and you do seem genuine..." She finally pulled her hands away, albeit reluctantly, "Ugh, fine. I'll stop."

Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief as she got off of him and stood up. He fully expected her to release him, but when she started walking away, he became panicky again, "Maze! Where are you going?"

"I'm returning to my room to polish and rearrange the knives you so rudely messed up." She answered, pushing the button for the elevator.

"Hold on! Aren't you going to release me first?" Lucifer asked, pulling at his restraints.

Maze chuckled, "Uh, no. Just because I said I would stop doesn't mean I'm letting you go. No, you can stay here. At least until I'm done polishing and reorganizing my blades." She smirked that devilish smile he was known for.

"What?" She waved at him as she entered the elevator, "Maze! Get back here and release me!" As the elevator doors were shutting, she had the audacity to blow him a kiss, "You've got to be bloody kidding me!" He yanked on his binds again, but they refused to budge. He huffed in annoyance and stared at the ceiling in disbelief. This was going to be a looong night.

A/N: Okay, this story is significantly better than my last fic. I'm proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! I hope there aren't too many spelling/ grammatical errors -- I am using Grammarly. Anyway, let me know what you think of it, and have a good rest of your day/ night.

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #mazikeen #mazikeen smith #ticklish lucifer #ticklish lucifer morningstar #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!lucifermorningstar #lee!lucifer #lee!lucifermorningstar #ler!mazikeen #ler!mazikeensmith

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daimonpriestess · 6 months

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Wonderland

A/N: wrote this after a dream/astral travel, I had with Loki. The actual norse god not marvel.

Warnings: Some plot and smut.

I was outside in the underworld on the cliff where my tree was overlooking a raging river. When I heard a familiar voice call out in a hushed tone. "Psst Amara!"

I turned to see Loki up in one of the branches of the large fairy tree. "Loki what are you doing up there?!"

I spoke up in surprise but really I wasn't. Surprised that is, this wasn't the first time I had encountered Loki in the underworld, laying either in or under the tree that was my entrance to hell.

Loki jumped down then, putting a hand quickly to my mouth. "Shhh Darling, I'm not supposed to be here."

I pulled his hand away with a wry look, "When are you ever supposed to be here?"

Loki chuckled at that. "Touche.'"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "But seriously Loki what are you-" I was cut off mid sentence when he pulled me with him into the entrance of my tree.

Behind the door they couldn't see us, but we could see them. Loki put a finger to his lips with a wink, as we watched a large demon lumber past.

We were practically on top of one another when he whispered, "Let's go talk somewhere more private."

Then we were suddenly in my fairy garden. I don't know how Loki even knew how to get here but he was a god.

The garden was bright, innocent with tiny fairies flitting around with white butterfly like wings. A long dining table was in the center, a white lace tablecloth over it, 6 placements set for tea or a dinner party.

I noticed then that Loki was shirtless, had he been a moment ago? Was he trying to distract me? Possibly, but I still had questions. Before I could ask though Loki replied, " Yes I know what your going to say, yes that past life and many more are real. We were together. Why do you think I'm so attracted to you? I wouldn't try so hard for just anyone."

I nodded in understanding. I had other questions but honestly they all flew from my head. I couldn't concentrate when he looked like that.

I said as much and he smirked when he noticed me lick my lips. Loki walked closer to me then snaking a hand around my waist. "But I am a good distraction eh?" He asked low, making his accent thicker. Damn him.

I didn't say anything just let him pull me onto the table. I was the one though to grab him to me as he gripped my hips and with one look kissed me passionately.

Suddenly I pulled away as a thought struck me. "Wait Loki, what if Lucifer or someone else shows up?" I knew Asmodeus didn't come into the garden but Lucifer did and he would not be happy to see me with the trickster, the plates askew where we had pushed them aside.

Loki made a show of trying to think for a moment then with a grin, snapped his fingers as a literal rabbit hole appeared in the ground. "I know just the place."

I gasped as he pulled me along with him and we fell down the rabbit hole. We landed softly on the dirt floor.

It was dark until Loki snapped his fingers and a light seemingly out of nowhere illuminated the room.

"You were wondering what we did with the offerings that were given to us." As Loki spoke i noticed the walls glowing green and black. And an area where their lay a mound of toys, plushies and various other gifts or offerings. "Unlike some I keep my offerings, mostly."

Loki was now dressed as the Mad Hatter I realized and I was Alice, how fitting. Loki did make the Mad Hatter suit quite attractive with his long red hair and beard. He noticed me looking, winking at me with a tip of his hat.

I looked away quickly at that. Noticing then on the other side a large bed with a royal purple nightstand. The bed was white with a luxurious cream colored fur blanket.

I immediately went to lay on it. Loki noticed and joined me. Laying beside me.

"Should we finish what we started?" Loki whispered in my ear, his voice sending shivers down me as he slowly ran his hands up me. Whispering all the things he wanted to do to me and I to him. That was all it took, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeply.

We made out for quite awhile unti with a gleam in his eye, Loki picked me up to sit on top of him, I took his hat off him as we made out more, I grinded against him as he groaned against my lips.

"We start I won't be able to stop."

"So don't."

"Are you sure Amara?" He asked.

I gave him a look, "Finish what you started Loki."

"Gladly."

With a wolfish grin, Loki began to slowly undress me, undoing the ties that held the corset together, with his teeth. I let out a sigh when he started kissing my chest then a squeal of surprise as he flipped me over onto the bed.

Loki dragged his hands down me as he grinned up at me. I closed my eyes as he kissed down my body. Then undressed me the rest of the way as he went down, opening me up as he touched me first with his finger and then his tongue as it flicked my clit. I moaned as he all but made out with me and no I'm not talking about my mouth.

Once I came, he slowly undressed. Giving me a full show of his lean toned body. I ran a hand down his chest, as he looked down at me a lustful gleam in his eyes.

Loki leaned over me as I put a hand softly through his hair, then over his scarred lips, tracing them. He grabbed my wrists then,softer than I was used to, giving me a languid kiss.

I rose up as he kissed me, he was hard and I was more than ready as he slipped slowly into me. I felt every inch of him as he moved. Easily slipping into that euphoric place that happened with very few.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he brought a leg up to kiss it. "You're beautiful love." He whispered in my ear as he steadily brought me a second time, as we made love.

Loki came soon after, but didn't stop until I came a third time. Only once I was spent did Loki withdraw. He rolled over then so I could lay with him.

As he pulled me close with a kiss to my forehead. "How was that? Worth waiting for?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

"Amazing. Also makes me wish I hadn't denied you for months." I quipped back.

Loki laughed at that and I smirked. "She's right you do laugh like a fox."

Loki shook his head at that and said, "That girlfriend of yours. Also..." Loki trailed off with a playful grin as he tickled me. Then pinned me down again.

"Round 2?"

I looked up at him in surprise. "Again? But Loki I thought we had work-"

Loki interrupted me with a finger to my lips. "Shhh Love, you know what they say all work and no play makes my little Valkyrie a right bitch."

I widened my eyes at that but only laughed as he kissed my neck.

Round two indeed....and okay maybe a round three.

#fiction?#loki and i #loki laufeyjarson #norse gods #past life love #smut #astralsex

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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moemammon · 3 years

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Chirps, trills, and squawking (blushy mammon?) Growls and snarls! Really anything to do with their animals, the motifs or their stage animals or anything? Scent marking but not just the MC but like mammon rolling in their sheets, Satan making sure their rad workbag smells like him? Claws and fangs! I really just spat out anything but I hope maybe one might inspire! <3 love the writing and I agree that the purring was just so good

The Demon Bros Scent Marking GN!MC!

(Looks at you guys)

Lucifer

Probably the last one that thinks about scenting you, tbh. His pride won't allow it until he knows for SURE that you've stolen his heart.

And then you'd better watch out, because he's always touching you from then on in some subtle way. Not too showy, but just enough that it gets his point across.

Gently caressing your hair away from your face, subtly brushing his arm against you, pulling you aside by the hips so you can avoid obstacles; that sort of thing.

In more private moments with you, he'll lean into the crook of your neck and rub himself into it, wishing he could just permanently ingrain his scent into you.

You're probably wondering why other demons are avoiding you, but can you blame them? You smell so strongly of Lucifer that it's pretty obvious he wants to keep others away.

Mammon

Boi this demon started scenting you from the moment you made his lil greedy heart go doki doki. The Great Mammon?? Pining for a lowly human??? It's more likely than you think

He was possessive of you to begin with, so things only amplified once he started catching feelings for you. Now he's outright scenting you in front of anyone, whenever he gets the chance to do it.

God forbid he thinks you're spending too much time around the other brothers, because then you're never leaving his arms. He's blatantly scrubbing his face and head against you at every given moment, like an overly affectionate cat

Sometimes he gets so into it that his hair is all messy afterward, not that he really cares. When he's finished, he gives you a satisfied nod before going off to do his own thing.

Be grateful that you smell like THE Mammon now! Though do you really think that's gonna stop his brothers from getting to you-

Levi

It takes him SO long to work up to scenting you. Actually, he probably does it by accident before he even realizes what he's doing.

He moves on instinct, always moving a little closer when you're near him, carefully bumping his head against yours while his eyes are affixed to his tv screen. Might even snuggle against you for two seconds before pulling back.

If you touch his head, he's leaning to press his face into your wrists and lingers there for long enough to make you wonder what's going on.

And when he realizes that you're practically saturated in his scent??? This boy is on cloud nine. It's something so subtle, yet still present enough to let everyone know you're HIS.

That way, he doesn't have to say any mushy stuff out loud! He can just touch you a little, maybe give you his jacket, and you'll be marked for the world to see. It always makes him giddy when he thinks about it.

Satan

DEFINITELY an aggressive scenter. He's not shy about it, openly embracing you when he thinks you don't smell enough like him.

He wants his scent to permeate everything you own, every article of clothing, every pillow on your bed- He wants his presence on you to be known from the moment you wake up.

Not that you can really tell, with your human nose and all. But that's the way he likes it, knowing that he's leaving his mark and you're practically none the wiser (whether you know he's scenting you or not)

In tender moments with you, he likes to hold you in his arms while he reads. Your own scent calms him down, and he doesn't mind if it gets on him. Actually, that's probably exactly what he wants.

When he irritable, all it takes it a whiff of your lingering scent to put him in a good mood all over again. Though, that makes him want to seek you out so he can make sure you still smell like him-

Asmo

At this rate, you almost permanently smell like Asmo. You thought he was touchy to begin with? Just wait until his feelings for you become apparent. Because now he can't keep his hands off of you.

He's always snuggling you when he has the chance, pulling your face into his chest so he can rub all over the top of your head. He doesn't care where you are, who's around, or what time of day it is, because he's GOT to be touching you.

Hell, he'll even spray you with his perfumes sometimes so you have double the Asmo scent.

And he knows his scent is absolutely perfect, so he wants to share it with you! The fact that you smell like him always has him happily humming away, content with the way he's marked his territory.

While Asmo is pretty open about giving his affections away, that doesn't mean he can't be a little greedy sometimes. He LOVES the look on another demon's face when they catch his alluring scent on you, but they know they can't lay a single finger on you.

Beel

He's not shy about the way he shows his affection for you, but he's probably the least likely to scent you. Not because he doesn't want to, but the instinct just doesn't pull at him as strongly as it does for the others.

That being said, he might not realize when he's leaving his mark on you, when he embraces you against him and leans into your neck to breathe in your scent. It puts him at ease and makes him forget about his hunger.

Sometimes it stirs up a different kind of hunger, and he finds that he just wants to hold you in his arms until he's satisfied. Don't doubt that he won't outright pick you up and carry you around the house.

He also likes to put his clothes on you, since they practically swallow you up, and it makes him feel like he's keeping you safe. And afterwards when he hugs you and finds that you only smell like him?? He's thrilled.

When you smell like Beel, his affections for you go through the room and he keeps patting your head, giving you hugs, and trying to feed you snacks. Now you smell even MORE like him.

Belphie

He's a brat, and inherently the clingiest of all the brothers despite not always being so open about it. He keeps his deepest affections for you hidden away in his heart, but that means they all pour out when you two are alone.

His bed obviously smells like he does, so he uses you napping with him as an excuse to get that scent all over you. You always leave smelling like him, and his chest swells with pride.

Belphie can be handsy when he's sleepy and he's always seeking out your affections (because he's spoiled), so one way or another, you're going to smell like him.

He'll hold you from behind and lean into you, rubbing his head against your face. He'll claim your lap as his pillow and snuggle into your stomach. He'll constantly steal the pillows off of your bed and scent them so you smell like him when you wake up

He might not scent YOU directly all the time, but he's a sneaky bastard who's determined to make his mark somewhere, more often on your possessions. One way or another, everyone will know you belong to him.

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absolutepokemontrash · 2 years

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omg omg well now im interested in all of the kids backgrounds/families but i can't choose which to ask about... Wildcard?

I’ll do all of them how about that? Time for some DRAMA!

Once again, link to the OG post explaining everything here.

Everything’s under the read more!

Lucifer’s kid, Venus! (The OG)

(Venus goes by they/them pronouns)

Venus’ ren has already gotten screentime in the main fic, but a quick rundown of them is: They grew up in a family of magic users so they already knew plenty about demons and the Devildom, they’re a professional musician, and they’re one of the only people in the known multiverse that can calm Venus down from anything.

Venus worships their parents, their father for his reputation and power (and later his overall dad-ness) and their ren for raising them so lovingly.

But… Vee’s ren has a bit of a shifty side to them… they put on the act of ditzy dumb human, but there’s a lot more craftiness behind those eyes…

Mammon’s Kid, Ash! (There they arrrreeeee!!)

(Ash goes by They/she/he pronouns, they hoard pronouns like a gender dragon.)

Oh god bless Ash’s poor parent…

She had a wonderful week just kicking it with Mammon, and then one day they wake up, he’s gone, so is some of their stuff, and he’s left them with a baby.

…yay…

This isn’t actually entirely Mam’s fault, he got summoned back into the Devildom before he could leave any contact info, and he was just lookin’ at the watches! Honest!

But anyway, Ash’s ren wasn’t getting paid the best salary as a nurse, but they got by. They also didn’t know about the whole demon thing, and they despise Mammon for it… (but not Ash, it’s not their fault.) Being a greed demon, Ash has always had a hunger gnawing away at their gut for more, they wanted the finer things in life, but what they really truly want is for their ren to really know that they aren’t the scumbag they think their dad is. They want to put their ren in a nice house somewhere where they don’t have to worry about money ever again!

Levi’s Kid, Percy! :D

(Percy uses he/they pronouns!)

Percy’s mother met Levi at an anime con in the human world, she was dressed as Neo Queen Serenity, he was dressed as Tuxedo mask… it was so romantic… until Levi cried midway through sex because he hadn’t been given any kind of physical affection for a while

But yea, Percy’s mom is actually quite well off, she has a massive indoor pool, good for Percy because when she gave them a bath for the first time they sprouted gills and a tail, so uh… they need the swimming space.

Percy’s mother wasn’t aware of any demon-y happenings, she had a pretty normal life until she had her snake-baby. (She loves him very very much though)

Percy themselves on the other hand, they’re really happy and positive! They try and keep their mood up and not let their envy get the better of them… no matter how hard it is sometimes…

Satan’s Kid, Lyssa!

(Lyssa goes by they/she pronouns!)

So uh… Satan fucked a married woman.

…

…*distant applause from Asmo, known marriage ruiner*

Lyssa did NOT have the best time growing up, her life SUCKED because she looked nothing like her mother, and ALL like her real biological deadbeat demon dad (alliteration, how do you like that, English teachers?!). Because she’s half WRATH DEMON, she would fly into a rage insanely often and just wreck shit. It didn’t help that she was in a constant state of stress because both of her human parents resented her appearance and existence and only stayed together and kept her around to keep up their reputation.

Lyssa actually gets summoned into the Devildom in their clothes from juvie… yeah… one of Lyssa’s rampages ended up hurting someone. She and Satan get off to a rocky start, both parties being real jerks about everything, until they finally have that cliche kind of heart to heart talk about emotions and junk.

Okay, onto Lyssa’s relationship with Venus, that shit is wholesome as hell. Lyssa was trying to scare Venus away, but Venus has crackhead determination so it didn’t work. Lyssa had a full scale “why aren’t you leaving like everyone else..?” breakdown, and after that, Venus added another blond child to their now growing list of them.

Asmo’s kid, Cecil! (My baaaaaby…)

(Cecilia goes by they/them pronouns)

(Just to be safe, I’m going to put a trigger warning up for implied emotional abuse, please don’t read the first paragraph or so if it’s going to upset you)

Cecil’s mother is as anxious and skittish as Cecil themselves, and Cecilia learned this behaviour due to the upsetting fact that not every boyfriend of their mother was as nice as Asmo was. (Not that Cecil knew Asmo before the exchange program). At the time of the exchange program beginning, this particular piece of human trash was out of the picture, but the figurative mark he left on Cecil’s life was still very much there. (I’m sure Asmo wreaked some bloody vengeance on that sumbitch)

Cee’s mom does love her baby, even if she is a little… scared of them sometimes. I can’t exactly blame her for this, imagine if your one-night stand resulted in a baby that suddenly grew wings and horns… but everything she does is to make sure she and Cecil have the best life possible. (And because I’m not completely evil, Cecil’s mom finds someone who treats her right after Cecil goes to live with Asmo).

Beel’s Twins, Cane and Pepper!

(Both twins go by they/them pronouns)

The twins 2.0 were actually raised by the sorcerer’s society. Their human parent put them up for adoption just after they were born, and the sorcerer��s society couldn’t exactly have not one, but TWO baby gluttony half-demons running around, so they took the two in.

They both didn’t exactly have a concrete caretaker, they really only had teachers and other magic users who would pop in to act as parent figures. Oh well at least they had each other!

Just a refresher, Pepper is a capybara, Cane is a fucking honey badger on crack cocaine. They’re also identical, so it’s very hard to tell them apart… fuck with the wrong twin and you’re free trial of life will expire.

Funny story, Lucifer once strung up the wrong twin, and since Pepper’s so chill, they just hung their without issue for the whole night.

Belphie’s kid, Arien!

(Arien goes by he/they pronouns)

I went into it in this ask, but I’ll add a bit more flavour.

Arien’s mom was a well respected witch, and uh… okay, fuck, have another trigger warning for doing the deed under the influence of alcohol, because there is no way in hell she would have survived the encounter if Belphie wasn’t wasted.

Overall, Arien’s mom just didn’t care about Arien as a separate person, more like a prize. The only Half Human spawn of the Avatar of Sloth was her achievement, not her kid… unless the title of mother suited her in the moment. Yeah… she’s not a good lady…

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me Satan #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me fankids #Obey me fankid #The brat brigade #asks #ask #anon

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 4 years

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Pact Marks | All Brothers

Request: pact mark hc with the brothers?

Word Count: 1971 words

Page Count: 5.5 pages

A.N.: hope you guys enjoy this!

Tags: none :)

[ U N D A T E A B L E S ]

Lucifer

Lucifer would place his pact mark on the space where your neck meets your ear, somewhere modest and easy to hide, something you could show and hide as you pleased. Though you could hide it, it was in an obvious spot, fitting for the Avatar of Pride. When you summon him or speak with him through it the pact mark glows a deep blue.

If you wear your hair down, he will play with your hair before rubbing the mark gently, and if he is in an extra soft mood he'll give it a quick kiss before moving on. If you wear your hair up he feels prideful, more so than usual, and it intensifies even more if it is a formal gathering where any and all can see it. He'll be glued to that one side where the mark is, and he'll lean in to whisper to you whenever he wants to speak with you, giving a quick kiss to it or just touching it before standing up again.

His pact mark with you on the palm of his hand, and he finds himself thumbing it mindlessly to comfort himself, he starts to understand why Beel does it when he's nervous. Lucifer isn't nervous though, he just likes to remind himself of you, he likes to touch the mark that proves you're both bound together in such a way. When he speaks to you through the mark or tries to look through your eyes, activating the mark, it glows a bright white and reminds him of a blessing mark that angels give.

Having a pact with Lucifer makes him feel light, in a literal and metaphorical sense, every time he even thinks of it.

You bring him light that he thought he had lost long ago.

Mammon

Mammon would keep your pact mark on your collar bone, in the center, right where your throat dips into your chest. He knew you were caring, and being around you had him feeling different, and he wanted to be greedy. Since he is more emotionally inclined, I like to think that he can connect with souls and auras better, so when he felt your soul and looked at it a bit closer he felt so connected to it he knew he wanted to get close with you. It glows a bright gold when it activates, and he loves it, so sometimes when you're sleeping he'll call to the mark and kinda just look in amazement.

Since he is very touchy, he loves to lay his head down on it, and listens to your heart and the soft buzz of his magic in your skin. He falls asleep fastest on those nights.

His mark with you is in the same place, and like his older brother when you use it it glows a soft white, something he loves since it matches well with his demon markings. Run your nails over it and the boy m e l t s. Since he had his collar opened all the time he loves when people see it, he makes pacts with witches all the time but this is the first time he's allowed a mark on him, and this honestly has everyone just lowkey s h o o k. Like Mammon? The pact whore for grimm? Allowed a mark? on H I M ?

Having a pact with Mammon makes him feel pride, ironically, but also loved and wanted.

He actually feels like an equal, when all else isn't, this is the one time where it's you AND him.

Leviathan

His pact mark on you is on your foot and wraps around your ankle, it seems easy to hide, but you can never really hide it. Unless you're wearing shoes that cover your ankle often or pants that don't ride up your ankle, it's always showing somewhere. He is a strong swimmer and loves to see you swim too, so he knows legs are important for the task, and that's where the idea of placing his mark on your ankle came from. Sometimes, he'll jump in the tank with you, and since he can breathe underwater with his gills (broski I like the idea of him having gills P L E A S E), he'll sit back and chill with Henry swimming around his head, seeing your mark move with the rest of your leg.

When you use the mark, it becomes a soft orange, the same shade that hides behind his eyes when they become more snake-like. Lay your legs over him when he's playing games and he'll settle the controller on your other ankles, letting his fingers brush against the mark on the other. Little shit will even let his claws some out just to scratch them lightly and tickle you like a motherfucker.

His mark is on the ankle opposite of yours, so when you're both cuddling he'll link your ankle around his, the feeling of you WITH him blows his mind sometimes. Same case when he uses it, glows white, due to you being a human and having such a bright soul.

Having a pact with Leviathan makes him feel like he's worth something.

You helped him gain confidence and become a demon that deserves the title of Avatar of Envy.

Satan

His pact mark runs from the top of your calf to about mid-thigh, right on the back of your leg, it's large, slender, and delicate. It glows neon green when activated, something that he honestly finds cool as hell, because:

1. It's something that means you have a piece of him with you.

2. You make it look awesome.

3. It's honestly so fucking cool.

Like Levi, when you're both relaxing, him reading and you doing work/listening to music, and your legs are on his, he'll touch the mark mindlessly and feel so at peace. But, if you're ticklish, guess who also is a little shit. If you're in bed, and laying on your stomach, he'll lay his head on your thigh and just trace his with a look on his face that says 'wow' and if you think of that meme, yes, that's valid.

His mark is on the top of his hand, he always gets to see it, looking at it shows him the progress he's made. He knows how to manage his anger and actively tries to have it processed through a better outlet. You helping him along the way makes him have hope, an emotion that could seem a bit foreign at times, but he likes it. He feels light.

Making a pact with Satan has him feeling like he can be anything he wants.

He can be himself, not an extension of someone else.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus has no shame, but, when he cares- when he really does, he wants to make it meaningful. He would place it on your hip and have it there and only there, it won't wrap around to your ass or to your front, just your hip. He loves to watch it glow a radiant pink, so he'll section off time to just lay his head on your lap and ask you to call him, the tug of magic and the light emanating from your skin does something to him. Sure, it could be lust, or maybe something more, you may be able to figure it out if he told you.

He didn't want to though. He'd just enjoy the feeling without having to figure it out, because figuring it out meant facing himself, and we can't have that just yet. His pact mark is right over his heart, though Mammon's mark is in the same area, it isn't right over his heart. It is settled right between his pectorals, a slight bit to the left, always hovering around the muscle that proves he's alive and able to love in some capacity.

He often would come up to you and just place his hand on it, palm flat against your hip while his mark would flare up in an ivory light, he swears he can feel your pulse through it and wonders if you can feel his.

Having a pact with Asmodeus makes him feel as if he can be seen past his title- which ever one, and just be himself.

He can devout himself to something that means more than him.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub's pact mark is not on your abdomen actually! He wanted to place it on his favorite spot, on the back of your shoulder, away from the place where his sin seems to ravage him. It of course, glows a deep crimson, but be prefers it when it isn't activated- because it means you're safe and you don't need to call on him to help. He loves when you sit on his lap, because of a few reasons.

1. You're with him :)

2. You're happy :)

3. He can look at your mark as much as he likes, especially if it's exposed, he'll "somehow" leave small kisses all over it. They're so soft, you can't help but laugh, it's ticklish at times. It becomes even more ticklish when he presses his face against it, and if you laugh, he laughs, his laughs against your skin either make you soft or cackle in delight.

4. Your pact mark is right against his!

Beel would have his pact mark right on his chest, matching it to the side you choose to have your pact mark on. This makes the big boi real emotional, and he'll sometimes let some magic through and it glows, and you're kinda like:

"I hope that's a glow stick and not you again Beel."

"Let's just say it's a glow stick for now."

Having a pact with Beelzebub means you're a part of his family, happy, and healthy.

It really just makes him emotional.

Belphegor

When you make a pact with Belphegor, this lil' shit is honestly so surprised you said yes, but considering it was a gift you probably said yes to be respectful. But... you didn't.

Your pact mark with him is on the back of your neck, where the cervical vertebrae are, moving a bit lower to the thoracic spine. When you suggested it go there, he had to ask why, and boy did he tear up once you explained it to him later that night. You wanted to trust him again and put the past behind you, so what better place to mend a wound than the place that finally put your lights out?

Please don't say it like this to him though, if you do he would think you're joking.

But if that's how it comes out, he'll think you're joking, until he remembers you're you and... he gets it.

It glows purple when activated or when you're sleepy/ in some type of stress, he wants to read your emotions so he can help you as much as he can, make up for what was done. He would never admit it though, and you can tell he's trying his best. His mark would be in the same exact place, not only to remind him of what he did, but that he can do better to make amends. He punishes himself for your death and you try to ease him out of it- and though it takes time, you'll find your way to it.

He finds himself doing what Beel does, and will bury his face into your mark when he cuddles into you, and places small kisses on it. If he is laying on you, please touch the mark, it manages to calm him into a good sleep.

Making a pact with Belphegor means you're ready to grow and build something better with him.

You help him find a better path that he needs to walk down on his own.

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rrasado · 3 years

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Yo! If that's okay could i request the brothers (or some of the of your choice) reacting to a teen mc who already has a pact with a demon long before coming to the Devildom and this demon is pretty much their (very protective) guardian/caretaker? Like, the demon is really sweet and gentle with MC and babies them constantly but they're wary of the brothers (Nothing romantic, just platonic hcs!) Feel free to ignore if i'm bothering you!

Congrats on the 400 followers!!💞

Who’s The Guardian?

On another episode of “why didn’t I see this in my inbox before-“ but this is such a cute request.

I...haven’t played OMSWD in half a year ;-;. I never got past lesson 40 so, sorry in advanced for the OOC-

When you already have a pact

Lucifer

...is caught off guard, big time.

He probably skimmed through your files and records but not once did the thought of a seemingly innocent teenager already having a pact with a demon prior the exchange program crossed his mind.

That’s coming from someone who overthinks a lot.

As the so called right hand man of the young lord himself, he’ll want to conduct a thorough investigation on whoever this demon is. He can’t risk sullying the honor of Diavolo because of some minor slip up.

Under the guise of a friendly get together he asks MC to invite their demon pact mate over for a nice afternoon tea. Harmless correct? Well that -less becomes -ful when the demon immediate smothers their favorite human with such rare affections he didn’t knew demons were capable of.

He’ll attempt to be discreet about his intentions but, it seems the demon is more vocal about their displeasure of finding out that their dear human is living with seven of the most powerful demons in hell. So lucifer would blatantly put on a facade to keep the dignity of the council and the prince at peace. But if it were up to him...

“We all care for the human’s well being yes? A little cooperation is to be called for”

Mammon

...Feels betrayed. And disappointed

He...wasn’t MC’s first- oh god the others are laughing at him as we speak aren’t they.

Would probably try to not so discreetly compare himself to the demon, arms crossed™️

Is that why MC was so fast in making a pact with him? Like no fear whatsoever because they’ve already done this before? Now he feels dumber than before

It all ultimately ends with..the demon and mammon trying to out do each other when it comes to spoiling Mc whether material wise or affection, of course mammon is at a disadvantage given how much he denies his concern for not being Mc’s first.

But in the end, if anything bad no matter how small happens to the two demon’s beloved human, they’d probably set aside their differences and hunt down the source. It’s a whole other story if the source was mammon-

“Oi the human also has a pact with me Ya got that!”

Leviathan

...is both amazed and disdained.

On one hand- HOLY SHI- YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN MOST SUMMONERS AND YOU ALREADY HAVE A PACT? THAT’S SO SHOUNEN-

And on the other hand- wow...you’re such a normie for being able to pull in other races, what in the name of damned friendship is this-

But that disdain turns to envy, whether envying you or the demon sometimes it’s interchangeable- because he wished he was also that cared for. Being able to be brought gifts or being protective over- it’s the otome dream he’s secretly wanted.

But once he realizes that the demon just genuinely cares for MC, for whatever reason- he seems to understand along the way, maybe he to wishes to protect one of the few people that willingly put up with him with a wild smile. Teen mutuality huh.

He might even invite their demon pact mate over for a game or two- heck if things go well they three might even become a triumvirate. Overall he’ll learn to get along with them but...it’ll take a good while djdndnbd.

“H-hey...ya sure you wanna hang out with someone as yucky as me? Ah- wait I have games for three here somewhere.”

Satan

...Is highly intrigued suffice it to say.

The guy was highly enthralled when you managed to even make a pact with him through hard work and it seems there was a much farther history as to why.

Unlike the first born however, he’d be actually successful in hiding his true intentions when he decided to investigate whoever demon managed to wind up with the young human in the first place.

Those detective novels did him good Huh-

On a more serious note. He’d actually be encouraging to a certain extent until the demon directs their threats to him. Like how dare this lowly bastard make a point to the Avatar sin of Wrath- oh it was for MC’s sake...hard pass-

At one point he’s probably the closest to this demon in terms of peace next to Beelzebub since he’s the most serene of the brothers. Overall neutral to them unless the demon gives him a reason to.

“It’s nice to see the human having someone to lean on to...I wonder what would happen if that support were to suddenly collapse”

Asmodeus

...is sappy to the brim

Look at the lovely human already catching demons with finesse! Proud wine aunt moment™️. And the fact that it was prior to the program? Damn the kid has more potential than he thought.

At first the demon themself is gonna- Ehe carry MC away everytime asmo ties coming in but. With a little nudge and convincing they’d probably stay to listen to Asmo.

Trust me when I say these three will go shopping every weekend once everyone is comfortable with each other. And for what it’s worth they might even get matching outfits.

Asmo would probably try and nitpick how MC even managed to wind up in a pact with a demon without knowledge of the Devildom in the first place but at the same time he thinks it adds to the younger’s charm

These three end up being the child the mom and wine aunt dynamic and y’all can’t convince me otherwise.

“Ehh~? Oh don’t look so weary it’s bad for your face darling~”

Beelzebub

...For some reason happy.

Is this why MC managed to make a pact with his brothers so easily in so little time? Is this why the teen never seems to be bothered by any of his brothers’ threats? Overall he’s happy that you have experience.

He remembers something oddly like this...but in his case he didn’t had experience prior the fall wow way to go at angsting this am I right-

Because unlike him, a being millennia old was so confused of what’s in store for hell after the fall but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bare the fear.

And someone so young managed to get a taste of a fraction of that experience but here was MC...laughing without a care whilst this other demon places a protective arm in front of them as they interrogate beel- oh wait they were talking to him-

Food as peace offering? You bet, thankfully they did settle with food and unlike first impressions- the demon actually is the most sensible to beel seeing as he was one of the few who...didn’t actively attempt to kill their human- in fact, the demon is probably the one to inform Beel of what demon food the young teen can actually eat and what they prefer.

“I see...ah, would you maybe wanna join us? Food always tastes better when shared”

Belphegor

...could care less until they talk about the whole time universe killing thing-

Ohhh boy- belphie run I’m telling you run- no beel won’t defend you on this one in fact I think I see mammon running with the demon but belphie run boy run-

In all seriousness him and the demon will take the longest to get into terms. Heck not even Mc’s convincing has effect, because the demon really really doesn’t like the avatar of sloth for good reason.

Depending on how the demon even winded up with MC. Belphie would also not like the demon.

That...is until something actually bad happens to MC-

The demon might blindly pin it on belphie but the thing is- he’s also panicking because if he and his brothers were there and the demon was there- wHO TF IS WITH THE TEENAGER-

He...didnt want to have what he did to MC happen again. Let him be the last one to harm the spunky human. I even considered him and the demon to never actually get along no matter how long of a time but...again it all depends on the Hows and Whys.

“I...Care for them as much as you do. Just- Tsk... I don’t need you to believe me.”

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MC Reacting to Hearing the Brothers Sing

(This was bouncing around in my head, so figured I’d make it a headcanon, lol. xD)

(GN!MC)

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Lucifer:

Lucifer was pacing around his study, looking over a file held in his hand

Absentmindedly humming the song in his head as he flipped the pages over

When he set down the first file and began to read over a second one, he began to openly sing the words out loud

“Inside my restless dreams, it’s only ever you. And don’t you see, my love, I’d never let you run away from me; I just want to dream eternally with you.”

“I didn’t know you could sing so well.”

He started and turned towards the entrance to his study, seeing MC leaning on the door frame, a smirk on their lips

He cleared his throat and turned away from them, forcing his focus back on to the paperwork, and willing the flush in his cheeks to subside

“I am a man of many talents, though I don’t usually display them,” he seemed to mumble, still forcing himself to concentrate, despite feeling their eyes on his back

He heard MC laugh softly as they walked up to him, moving to stand in front of him and take in the look on his face

“For one so prideful, I’m surprised you don’t show that talent off more.”

Despite his slightly embarrassed feeling, he gave them a dark smirk in return, closing the file in his hand

“I may do just that, MC.”

Mammon:

Hooting a victory, Mammon tore into his room, depositing the sack of Grimm he gained on to his card table

MC simply rolled their eyes at the Avatar of Greed, watching him happily count his winnings while they plopped on his couch

“What a haul, eh?” he cooed, nuzzling a handful of coins, before beginning to make separate stacks along the table top

“And you won it fair and square, right?” they teased, earning a cheeky grin from the demon

A bit of time passed while he continued to count his Grimm, humming happily to himself, until words began to flow from his mouth

“Sweep away the sparkling coins, I really want a love sign soon! But I don't see the master key: I want you with all my heart.~”

MC picked up their head to look over the couch, eyeing Mammon suspiciously, “Were you just...singing right now?”

He froze for moment, than flared at them, almost sending all his coins flying all over. “Hell no, I wasn’t! Y-You’re just hearing things!”

They smiled, teasing him. “You sound really nice, though.”

The color in his cheeks flared, but he turned back to counting his coins; though couldn’t help but think if they’d want to hear him sing for them sometime...

Leviathan:

Despite not wanting to go outside of his room very much, Levi did enjoy going to karaoke

He and MC made plans to go to a karaoke bar after class, excited to sing along to some new songs he had found online

Once there, they ordered some drinks and snacks, than hunkered down in the room, setting up a playlist to sing to

MC went first, singing a few songs they knew, before handing the microphone over to Levi, so he could try a new song he learned

He took in a deep breath, before opening his mouth to sing

“Seems like I can touch you just by reaching out to you. Starting from today, I won't pretend to be strong anymore. How nice if all my courage could reach to you. Just wait and watch over me from now on.”

MC was genuinely in of awe of how well he could sing, clapping for him once the song came to an end

He looked at them shyly, rubbing the back of his head, “I-I wasn’t that good...”

The got to their feet and hugged, making his body tense immediately before relaxing into their embrace

“You sound amazing, Levi! I would love if you could...sing for me again, if you like.”

Satan:

The last place MC expected to find Satan was in the music room, much less sitting at the piano

His fingers were dancing along the keys as he played, and they could here him humming to himself a bit

When they got closer, they could hear him begin to actually sing out loud

“I thought there's no more scenery or feelings that I don't know. The world that's dyed in your color; I want to protect every last bit of it. This is a song for my beloved you.”

They seemed to be entranced by his words, standing there bewildered, not even noticing that he was now looking right at them

“You really should make your presence known before sneaking up on someone,” he remarked with a small grin

Their face flushed when they realized he knew they were there, but walked over and sat on the bench next to him

“Could...could you teach me that song, Satan?”

He smiled warmly at them. “I’d be happy to.”

Asmodeus:

“Asmo, is there anything you can’t do?”

MC’s teasing tone made the lustful demon turn, giving them a smirk and a wink. “Oh, there is plenty I can do, darling. Give me the chance, and I will show you.~”

They rolled their eyes and playful pushed against his chest, before returning to their spot on his bed

“You know what I mean! You’re part of the student council, adored by so many fans for your modelling career, your make up is always immaculate--”

“You flatter me, MC! Though, I must admit; I am unsure of how well I sing. I perform when we attend karaoke nights with my brothers, but I don’t know if it’s a wonderful talent of mine.”

“Well, how about you sing for me! I can tell you how well it sounds if you like.” This caused the demon to smirk, and lean in close for them to hear

“After all the time we spent, I finally realize my love for you. From now on, let's make it our love story. The feelings that I want to tell you, I will send them to you as a love letter; So can those pretty eyes, look on me please?”

MC felt as if they were melting under his gaze and his words seemed to hum in their ears; “Well, what do you think?” he asked

They nodded. “There really...isn’t anything you can’t do, Asmo...”

Beelzebub:

“Hey Beel, how come you never really join in at karaoke when we all go?”

He looked over at MC, giving them a shrug as he popped another handful of chips in his mouth, “Prefer to just eat the snacks. You guys sing enough for all of us.”

They giggled at his remark, but leaned in closer to keep his attention, “Do you know how to sing?”

He had a thoughtful look in his eyes for a moment as he mulled over their question

“I used to sing with Belphie and Lilith, mostly just lullabies and stuff.”

They nodded, humming a bit to themselves; “Do you like to sing?”

“Um, I guess I do. I know a song that I’ve heard before. Want me to sing it for you?”

MC beamed and nodded eagerly, turning to show he had their full attention; he nodded in return, and began to sing for them

Even without a single word, my feelings should reach you; just look at me and you should understand. I'm so hungry, so hungry. I can't bear it anymore. You will fulfill me, won't you?”

The words were not what they expected, and they felt their cheeks warm as Beel looked away a bit shyly

“Did it sound bad?” he asked, but they shook their head, reassuring him; “No, you sounded amazing! Honestly, I would love to hear you sing more, if you don’t mind...”

Belphegor:

MC was searching around the House of Lamentation, trying to find where the Avatar of Sloth had picked his latest napping spot

He wasn’t in his room, nor their room, or even in his usual haunt, the attic

They were beginning to think he might be at RAD, or worse, somewhere just randomly outside, when they heard the sound of singing

It was soft and low at first, leading them around the house, until the reached the Planetarium

There, they found him, laying in a chair and singing to himself

“I can't stop this feeling; I want to see you so badly. Why is it like this? I still can't understand. Tomorrow, the day after, till the days far ahead; I will always, always be waiting you.”

They walked in slowly, listening to his voice, until the finally called his name to get his attention

He jumped at their voice, turning suddenly to stare at them wide-eyed, until he realized who it was that walked in on him

Immediately he was on the defensive. “Sometimes I like to sing to myself. No big deal.”

They smiled warmly and sat next to him, making the warmth in his cheeks rise; “You sound so lovely, Belphie. Do you mind singing more, for me?”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #headcanon #gn!mc

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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The OM! Boys + doing body shots with you

This ended up WAYYYY longer than I intended (basically a fic bullet pointed), but OH WELL. It was fun to do! Thanks for the suggestion, anon.

w/fem MC

To be fair--this is all Solomon’s fault

Well, not entirely. Mammon and Asmo had been the two to convince the group of demons, humans, and angel (singular) to go out drinking.

(Barbatos had offered to give Luke a baking lesson that night, so it proved to be the perfect opportunity--making it far easier to convince Simeon to come along).

The drunken shenanigans can all be blamed on Mammon and Asmo.

But Solomon is the one who brings up the possibility of doing a body shot.

With you.

And because you’re already tipsy, and in the mood to have fun, you say why not.

This is how you end up laid out on the bar counter--holding a lime in between your lips as Solomon rolls up the hem of your tank top and grabs a bottle of tequila.

It’s not until the sorcerer is already leaning down to do the shot that the demon brothers notice the scene.

However, they’re so stunned by what they’re witnessing that all they can do is watch--their eyes following Solomon as he licks a small patch of salt above your navel, sucks the alcohol from your belly-button, and then moves up to take the lime from between your lips--a devilish grin on his face as he does so.

The brothers are unsure if they should be mad, or turned on, but one things for sure--

“Me next!”

Mammon bounds forward, his face red. From alcohol, embarrassment, or both you’re unsure.

Blinking, you turn your head to the side, and realize that all of the sudden, you have a line of demons waiting to get their turn at a body shot.

“Oh my god,” you throw an arm across your face, feeling a little warmer than before. You had not anticipated this outcome, and now you’re a little flustered.

You laugh. “You all seriously want to do a body shot??”

You pointedly look towards Satan, Levi, and Lucifer--in disbelief to see them crowded around you. After all, they hardly seem the type and yet--

“If you’re offering, we’re drinking,” Satan responds, brushing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes flash excitedly--playful grin on his face--and you’re suddenly wondering if allowing Solomon to use you for a body shot was the right decision.

Solomon is one thing, but 7 hot demon brothers whom you’re quite fond of getting up close and personal with you?? You may actually combust.

“You know what--,” you sit up and snatch the bottle of tequila from Solomon’s hand, taking a long swig. The alcohol burns your throat, but it feels heavenly--washing away your current nerves.

Now determined, you lay back down on the bar and hand the bottle back to Solomon. “Pour a shot, wizard boy.”

He laughs, but nonetheless accepts his role as drink pourer--once again filling your navel with alcohol as Mammon steps up to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares at you, and you grin.

“Nervous?”

“W-What?? Me?? Nervous??” He scoffs and huffs, and denies your question--only shutting up when Solomon sprinkles a bit of salt on your torso. Now, the set up is complete.

Coughing, Mammon takes a deep breath (mentally prepping himself, how adorable), and then leans down. His tongue drags against your skin--lips suctioning against your belly button, and then his face hovers above yours. He hesitates in taking the lime, so you press upward--your lips briefly touching as you attempt to transfer him the slice of fruit.

Mammon immediately freezes, and you half expect him to jump away in shock. Instead, his eyes darken and his hands lift to grip your head--likely to pull you in and fully kiss you. However, just as his fingers skim your cheeks, he’s suddenly yanked away--the lime being pulled from between your lips.

“H-Hey!” Mammon protests, but Beelzebub has already stepped into the batters box, and any of the second oldest demon’s complaints go unheard.

It’s clear by the look in Beels’ eyes that he’s very excited for this (and honestly, you’re already aware of his oral fixation, so it doesn’t surprise you).

As Solomon pours yet another shot, Beel takes the liberty of grabbing the salt. Rather than keeping it in one area, he sprinkles the crystals in a long line across your torso.

“Okay?” he asks, gently placing a new slice of lime between your lips. You nod, your heart fluttering a little. You can tell that he’s hungry.

With your permission, Beel tilts downward and flattens his tongue against your abdomen. He works slowly--and you’re almost certain that he’s determined to taste you along with the salt.

“Mm!” you squeal when you feel his canines scrape against your skin--teeth threatening to sink in.

“Beel,” Belphie sighs from somewhere nearby, and the Avatar of Gluttony giggles.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

He finally moves to drink (what’s remaining) of the shot from your navel, and then leans over you--taking the lime from between your lips. He pulls back with a satisfied smile--his cheeks a little pink, and you try and convince your heart that it needs to stop beating so damn fast.

“Me next~,” Asmo hums, stepping up. Once again, Solomon pours a shot. Asmo grabs the salt, but unlike the others, opts to put it below your navel--taking the liberty to inch your pants down in order to do so.

You shoot him a warning look, and he feigns hurt.

“What? I only moved them a little!” He pouts, and you sigh, waving your hand. He takes that as the go ahead, and giggles happily.

Leaning down, he presses a hand to your hip and then drags his tongue across your skin. Quickly after, he takes the shot--his fingers dragging up the damp skin of your stomach to rest against your waist as he moves to meet your lips.

Asmo is purposefully slow in retrieving the lime--giving your naked waist a little squeeze before he finally retreats, humming to himself merrily.

You take a second to breathe--just now realizing what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into--when Belphegor steps up beside you.

There’s a playful glint in his eye.

“I want to do mine a different way,” he says, reaching for your wrist. He helps you sit up--your legs swigging to dangle off the front of the bar, and you blink at him in confusion.

“Differently?”

“Give me a shot in a glass,” Belphie comments offhandedly to Solomon. As the sorcerer complies, the Avatar of Sloth takes a dash of salt, and rubs it near your collarbone.

Before you get a chance to ask what he’s planning, he lifts a lime slice to your lips. You take it, still watching in confusion as Belphie grabs the tequila filled shot glass from Solomon.

Smiling cheekily, he motions to your chest and then the shot glass.

“Would you mind...?” he trails off, making a squishing motion with his free hand, and you feel your face heat up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he responds, grin widening, and you huff, but nonetheless raise your hands--pressing your tits together around the shot glass once Belphie has placed it.

Mammon instantly is throwing a fuss in the background, complaining about how “I DIDN’T KNOW WE COULD DO IT THAT WAY!”

“Then use your brain a little, dumbass,” Belphie responds with a snort, and then leans in laps his tongue against your skin. Once again, you resist the urge to shiver--the skin near your neck far more sensitive then that your stomach (and you’re almost positive that Belphie is aware of this).

A moment later, Belphie wraps his lips around the shot glass and jerks his head back--his hand lifting to pull the glass from his mouth. Once his mouth his free, he leans in steals the lime from between your lips.

“Thanks,” he comments happily. You rolls your eyes at him, but pause when the next brother steps up.

Levi already looks like he’s morphing into a tomato as he stares at you (or, more specifically, your chest). There’s a mixture of excitement and embarrassment in his eyes, and you decide to help him out a little.

“Here,” you say, sprinkling a little salt on your collar bone, and then grabbing the shot from Solomon. You pass it along to Levi, flashing him a reassuring smile as you press your breasts together slightly.

“Will you place it?”

Levi nods whilst licking his lips, and does as asked. Soon enough, you’re ready for him to begin. It takes him a second to work up the courage, but he ultimately leans in--tongue licking against your skin in a quick swipe that has you jumping at the sensitivity.

If Levi notices, it doesn’t stop him. He briskly secures his mouth around the shot glass and leans back--his body shivering uncomfortably as the alcohol burns his throat. Releasing a pained breath, he hesitates a moment before leaning in and snatching the lime from your lips.

“Wow, never thought I’d see the day,” Belphie comments from somewhere in the background, and you’re sure if Levi could get any redder, he would.

“Yo,” Satan greets with a delighted smile as he steps up to your side. You laugh, rolling your eyes a little.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with so I can rinse all of this sticky liquor off of me.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” he comments sarcastically, which makes you giggle. Soon enough, another lime is between your lips, with more salt sprinkled against your skin.

“Ah, I didn’t even ask if you wanted it this way,” you realize, mumbling around the fruit slice. Satan’s eyes sparkle--watching your chest a little too closely as you press your tits around freshly filled shot glass.

“Oh this is perfectly alright with me.”

You debate kicking him, but don’t get the chance. Satan has already leaned down--his tongue flattening against your skin. You gasp when he nips at the previously salt-covered flesh, but the sound only makes Satan laugh.

Not going to push his luck, he’s quick to down the shot and take the lime from your lips--still all smiles as he turns away.

Now...

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you comment to Lucifer as he steps up--last in line. Mirth dances in his crimson eyes.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“When in hell, do as hellboy does,” you respond. Huh, maybe that swig from earlier is finally getting to you?

Lucifer chuckles, taking the refilled shot glass from Solomon. Per normal, you press your chest around the glass--opening your mouth as well when Lucifer grabs a slice of lime.

However--

Rather than place some salt against your collarbone, Lucifer rubs it just below your jaw. Your eyes widen, because did this bastard really just purposely rub salt against one of the most sensitive spots on your neck?--but you’re helpless to stop him.

The Avatar of Pride leans in--cocking his head to the side as his mouth presses against your throat. Almost immediately your body writhes--goosebumps rising on your skin as he slowly laps the salt from your neck.

You feel him chuckle against your flesh, and you seriously debate kicking him where it hurts. Luckily, he doesn’t linger much longer.

Lucifer moves to take the shot from between your breasts--tugging it out with his mouth, but using his gloved hand to grip the glass as he drinks it.

“Delicious,” he whispers just before taking the lime from between your lips, and this time you do reach out--punching him in the arm. Lucifer only laughs, knowing that he likely deserves it.

BONUS

“Simeon, do you want to try?” Solomon asks over his shoulder, looking at the angel as Lucifer steps away.

Simeon is already red in the face, his eyes darting to the side nervously at the idea.

“I’m afraid if I indulge, and Micheal every finds out, then I’ll never live this down...”

“Lets just do a shot together then!” you comment, overhearing. You flash Simeon a good natured smile, and at the compromise, he smiles as well.

“I would love that.”

Solomon (apparently now a bartender), pours you both a shot. To make it a little more interesting, you hold your arm up, and the angel gets what you’re going for.

The two of you clink your glasses together before locking your elbows and throwing it back. Simeon downs the liquor without issue, and honestly you’re amazed. For someone who won’t do a body shot, it’s obvious he isn’t unfamiliar to having done shots before.

Well, that’s finally over, you think to yourself, leaning back against the bar, but all of the sudden an all-too-familiar voice rings out as the door to the bar bursts open.

“I thought I heard you all in here!” Diavolo comments, making his way inside. “It sure sounds like you’re all having fun! What are you up to?”

“We did body shots off Y/N,” Solomon comments before the demon brothers can think of anything to say aside from the truth.

The demon prince pauses for half a second (and everyone worries that they’ll be scolded for their actions), before he laughs once more.

“Sounds fun! I would like to join in, if it’s alright!”

“Sir, I don’t--,” Lucifer begins wearily, but you interrupt. A horribly amazing idea pops into your head.

“Can I do a body shot off of you, Lord Diavolo?”

As everyone in the room gawks at you, the demon prince nods his head.

“Sure! I don’t see why not!”

Less than a minute later, Lord Diavolo himself is leaned back on the bar--perfectly sculpted abs revealed to your eyes as he unfolds his shirt and displays his navel.

You take the liberty of preparing the shot and salt, and Diavolo places the lime between his own lips.

You seriously cannot believe that this actually fucking happening.

“Ready?” he mumbles around the fruit, and you nod--leaning in. You lick the salt from his abs, quickly slurp up the shot, and then retrieve the lime from between his teeth.

“An interesting human drinking tradition!” he remarks while sitting himself up, and you reach for your glass of water, knowing that this moment will inflate your ego for the rest of your life.

#sorry I reposted this real quick bc the cut didn't work right on the ask and I couldn't fix it #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #solomon #lucifer #mammon #levi #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor

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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt3

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-55)

Pt1 Pt2

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Harassment, mention of Violence, Sexually Suggestive, Tension, and Implies, before sex

but no actually sex/smut/NSFW. (I can't write smut/NSFW I'm not good at it and I like more teasing and suggestive/tension before sex)

Previously

While you two are showing affection, Simeon covered Luke’s eyes and Solomon laughs at the two of you. As the lunch continue on.

“G-good evening, Lord Diavolo” Mammon pokes his head through the opened door of the student council room.

“Ah! Mammon, please coming in” Diavolo gesture him to come inside, Mammon nodded came in an shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath and start walking over to Diavolo, who is sitting at his desk looking over some paper work, and Barbatos who is standing beside the young prince.

Mammon stops right before reaching the desk, and stiffly bow to Diavolo.

“I came to say I’m sorry for putting y/n endanger last night” He held his bow, waiting for Diavolo to speak, but every passing second, he could hear his heart beat fast, then he hears someone walking away. Barbatos, because he didn’t hear the chair move. Then Diavolo finally broke the silent with not too stern voice

“Mammon, I am disappointed at you, both Lucifer and I place y/n under your protection because we trust you. What if y/n gets hurt again~”

“I will never let that happen again!” Diavolo eyes widen at Mammon’s serious statement. He a stood up straight and looks up to Diavolo. With both seriousness, determination, and something feral in his eyes.

Still have his composure, Diavolo is taken a back with Mammon changed in demeanor, he doesn’t why but he’ll let Mammon action speak itself.

Diavolo let out a sigh and look at Mammon with his signature cheerful smile. “Very well Mammon, but this is your last chances. Do not let this happen again”

Mammon thanks Diavolo, and start heading out when Barbatos walk up to him.

“Mammon before you go, I want you to take this” Barbatos hands over a jar filled with blue lotus petals.

“Huh? I still have plenty at home, I don’t need more petals Barbatos” he said it while shoving his hand in his pocket.

“You can be too careful now, beside I want to give it~” Mammon eyes widen causing Barbatos push himself.

Mammon turns to the door, rushing over and push open the door hastily. He snarls at what he sees.

You sitting on the bench across the Hall, look at you D.D.D not trying to look at the Demon towering over, who seem to try annoy you. Suddenly Mammon can hear what the demon is saying.

“Come on, you have to admit that you, humans break so easily. Then why not you your pact with the brothers and call them for help~”

“I have Mammon with me, why would I call one of his brothers for help?”

“He didn’t do anything to Basto, all he did was a couple of scratches. So much for being second of the lords”

“If your just here to provoke me, then just leave I don’t have time for this I’m just wait for- HEY!” the demon swipe your D.D.D out of your hand and start dangling it above up.

“Oh, now you’re looking at me, I’m flattered”

“Give it back!” you try to reach it, but he was too quick and start toying with you.

“Or what! You can’t do anything with a broken arm~” someone grab the back of his neck and pulling him away, causing the D.D.D to fall out of his hand, you manage to catch it.

Mammon is dragging the demon like a misbehaving child, then he throws the demon to the nearby lockers.

The demon tries to get up, but stopped by Mammon stomp his foot close to the demon’s face. He looks up to Mammon who is looking at the demon with a threating look on his face and his iris is glowing.

“Pretty cocky of ya to threating my mate like that, why? ya thought that I would be too weak and a puss to do anything! Well guess what” he grabs the demon by the jacket with one hand, pull him up and slam he back at the lockers making the metal bended. Then move closer to the demon’s ear. “The next time I see you anywhere near my mate again…. I’ll kill ya” in a deeper voice and chilling happy tone.

With one last slam to the locker, Mammon let go and let the demon slide down on the floor shaken with a terrified look on his face.

Mammon turns around walk back to you.

“Mammon are you~”

“I’m fine come on, lets get to purgatory hall we don’t Luke waiting” he places one arm over your shoulder, and you two starts walking out of RAD and heading to Purgatory Hall.

“It’s so sweet for Luke to make us cupcakes” you said it with a cheerful smile on your face, you have your arm wrapped around Mammon's, who’s carry two boxes of cupcakes. As you two head back home.

“Maybe my lucky is coming around, that little pup made cakes on right time” Mammon back to his usual self.

“Mmm…. Nah, I think he made them for you specifically since you were having a bad day, he does see you like an older brother” you said calmly. Causing him to blush.

“Of course, The Great Mammon is his Mentor after all” and there it is, the old Mammon resurfaces. All you can do is chuckle and shake your head at his full of his self-attituded. “Hey what so funny?”

“Oh nothing….” You look at him with a playful grin plastered on your face.

“Hmm…. laugh all ya want now, once we get back home~” but someone screaming something cuts him off, grabbing both of your attention.

“Oh, maybe is a weird sales man, try to sell something fake…. Like a certain demon” you said it in your teasing voice.

“yer, pushing your luck babe. Alright let see what that nut job is blabbing about.” You two start heading to the screaming.

Once you got there, a demon is ranting, scream, or warning about the creatures depicted in an old tapestry.

“The original sins are coming back, and they will bring back the true Absolut hell”

“Oh great, is those kind of demon” Mammon groans in annoyance.

“I could see what you mean, but I like what’s on the tapestry, their kinda cute”

“Ha? You find them Cute?” you exaltedly nodded at him, and look that the tapestry.

He followed your sight and took a longer look at the things you’re talking about. his eyes widen to the realization on what are on the old dust cloth.

It’s him and his brothers in their demonic form within each section of the tapestry. Most are unrecognizable due to how damaged the cloth was, the only ones that he can clearly see was Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Belphie and himself. The latter which he can’t take his eyes off.

Seeing his demonic form again, made him to remember his time being that form. How he can fly so fast a thunderous sound can be heard, or how he can easily maneuver through cramp spaces like in the woods, or how his more limbered than his brothers he is, and how so much of that thing can be threatening.

“Mammon?” your voice snaps him out of his trances, he looks back to you with melancholy look on his face. “Are you okay?” with a worry tone in your voice.

He blinks a couple, shook his head and smile with his eyes close. “Yeah, I’m good it’s just I remember something, come on let back before Lucifer thinks we when somewhere we shouldn’t” you nod in respond, and you two starts walking.

As you walk, Mammon kisses the top of your head, causing you to hum in complete bliss, as farther you two walks. Mammon glaze over his shoulder, and look back at the tapestry wondering if that thing can ever come back.

“Yo! Were back” Mammon said it while walking in the common room, with the boxes of cupcakes in his hands.

“Oh…is that for us” Asmo perk up when he saw the box. Levi turns to see Mammon and take off his headset, and Beel is already drooling in the mouth knowing what’s inside the boxes. The three are the only ones there.

“One box is for Beel, and the other one is for us to share. So, be nice” Mammon sat down on the couch and place the box of cupcakes on the table, and slide one box to Beel, who grab it and start eating a cupcake.

“Where’s y/n are they supposed to be~”

“Before you say anymore, yes y/n was with me, they just head up to our room to changes so, no worry, Levi” Mammon interrupts Levi’s questioning.

Levi just pouts and go grab a cupcake, and went back on watching an anime on his D.D.D.

Asmo with a cheeky look on his face, flattering his eye leashes at Mammon. Cleary have something to share.

“Alright Asmo, spill it”

“Wow… bold today aren’t we, well I couldn’t blame you”

“What are you talking about?” Mammon raises a brow at Asmo. He grabs his D.D.D and show it to Mammon.

“Someone took this photo of you” On the screen is a picture of Mammon dragging the demon by the scruff of his neck. “I do say, I never thought you have it in you, Mammon. Is this compensation for what happen last night” Asmo taunt Mammon, who lean forward, grab hold of the device and turning it off? And lean back on the couch now with one leg place at top his lap.

A stun Asmo looks at Mammon, he blinks and set the D.D.D on the table, then fixes himself with his legs cross, his elbow resting on his lap with the back of his hands supporting his chin. And with a smug look on his face. “Oh Mammon, acting like that never happen won’t stop me from teasing you about it. But never imagine that was the one that actually made you more of a badass, I like what you turning into”

“I didn’t do it because of the of the casino thing. I did because that piece of shit was harassing y/n while I was at the student council room, I sense y/n was in distress so, I walk out saw the dip shit and deal with him. And making sure he never came near me or my mate” the last part sounded different from the rest. Drawing the attention of Levi and Beel.

“Ah…. Mammon are you okay?” Beel voice his concern to his older brother, who just give him a widen smile. “I am, after lunch I never felt this great in years. Like something just woke up inside me after I told Solomon off, for being a dick…... and don’t worry Asmo were all cool now.” Asmo soft his face after hearing that, Mammon smile and reach out to grab a cupcake.

He was about to eat it, when something pops up in his mind. He stares at the cupcake and glaze over to his brothers.

“So, me and y/n pass by a crazy old demon on are way back home. He was yelling about something about us”

“Oh! What was it about? Was they talking about how handsome I am?” but Mammon shook his head at Asmo.

“Nah…. You wouldn’t like it. He was talking about us in are demonic form and calling us the original sins” Asmo groan at Mammon’s remark. “Ugh…just hearing demonic makes my skin crawl and also the “original sins” makes us seem old”

“I don’t know I kinda like it, it kinda makes us more epic and cooler like were some sort of legendary beings. It’s like “My classmate was the god of beast and man” Now I want to hear what that old man said” Levi chime in.

“I hear “original sins” before are you sure he was talking about us?” Beel asks Mammon.

“Yeah! He has an old ass cloth thing that had me, Lucifer, Levi, Asmo and Belphie on it. While you and Satan are torn out of it”

“Huh? Now I want to see it” Levi perks up when he hears his name and that there’s something other than word vomit.

“Eh! Why is my form in tack? It should be removed immediately; my fan can see me like that.” Asmo is being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t even bother, I was standing right Infront of the old coot didn’t know I was the thing that his yelling at people about, it’s kinda funny……... so, if you’re worry that your fans see that side of you, you’re wasting your time worry. If the old coot didn’t know, then so are your fans.” Mammon laughs, and Asmo pouts and grabs his D.D.D and start typing at it.

However, Mammon can shake this feeling, and want to know something.

“Hey, do you guys wonder what’s is like if we stayed like that?” only met with both Levi and Asmo shake their head no, not even looking at Mammon and looking at their devices. Only Beel look over to Mammon with a cornered look.

“Why asks that?”

“Seeing those drawing, made me think and look back~” Mammon was cut off, by Asmo groaning.

“Ugh! You sound like Satan right now; you know when he when into a “I want to changes back” phase. I’m so glad that he drops that and move on to annoying Lucifer”

“Yeah” Levi interjects “If I was still in my demonic form, I couldn’t enjoy the things I like right now. Not watching anime because you can’t watch it underwater and I need a really big body of water, and I can’t read manga because it’ll get wet and I have no arms or hands to hold, and I can’t……….”

Eventually the other three tune him out, and Beel asks.

“And beside aren’t we dangerous when we are in those forms. I couldn’t remember anything when I was that!”

Before Mammon could asks again, he heard your foot step getting louder.

“Oi no demonic talk Infront of y/n got it” Mammon aggressively whispers to his brothers.

“But you’re the one…... Ah forget it” Levi just gave up.

“What you guys talking about?” you came in the room, and walk over to the couch and sat next to Mammon, who immediately place his arm on your shoulders.

“Oh nothing, just give my little bros some life advice” Mammon smile at you, then Asmo let out a fake cough.

“Really what kind of life advice?” Mammon bites his mouth to your unexpected question, while Levi and Asmo sneaker in the background.

“Uh…… well” he looks away and rubs the back of his neck with the arm on you, trying to an answer. While you look at him with such innocent look on you face.

he glazes over to you and ha an idea, look back and smile to you and gave you the cupcake that he was supposed to eat and took a bite. “Advice on pleasing their significant other” both Levi and Asmo stop laughing and straight their back after hearing that.

After swallowing, you look back at Mammon “Oh and those are?”

“Making sure their well feed” Beel nodded to that. “Grooming them” he fixes you hair and shirt and “accentually” unbutton one. Then he cups you face and lean towards you, and playfully lick the frosting on the corner of your mouth. “And always make them flustered” he pulled away. Leaving you stunned and your face turns red.

Levi drops his D.D.D., Asmo quickly covered his mouth, and Beel almost choke to what they just witness right Infront of them.

Your heart beating fast and you don’t why. For what ever reason you started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Asmo can sense it, your started be lustful right now. Your eyes show it and Mammon notices it, he took the cupcake out of you hands and place it on the table.

Then he slowly looks over to you with a smirk, he’s teasing you and you can’t take it anymore. You pounce and wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him relentlessly. And he didn’t pull away in fact he places one hand on your waist and the other vigorously rub against your back.

All the while the other three demon in the room with you two are shock, stunned and/or mortified.

“I want you to destroy me right now Mammon” you said it seductively, causing Mammon to growl.

“Good thing we don’t have classes tomorrow otherwise I have to carry ya all around campus”

“Why what will you gonna do to me?” you teasing by playing innocent.

“you’ll see” he quickly bites you on the neck causing you to yelp, and you felt him laughing. He quickly hooks your legs and stood up and leap over the couch and run out the room with you holding on to him tightly.

As Mammon foot steps start to faint, Belphie peaking his head through the doorway of the common room and look over to frozen demons inside. Then a door slam shut snaping them out of it.

“W-what was that!” Levi screams

“Asmo what did you do to them?” Belphie asks in a shock manner

“You think I want to see Mammon like that. As if” Asmo hugging himself “that was my worst nightmare”

Levi straight out faint in his chair and Asmo start rubbing his hands all over his body, like his taking a shower, and Belphie stare at his pillow. However, Beel is more corner about his older brother sudden changed and that was the one that planting the seed of worried and fear in his mind.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Hi, hope this comes out right, been looking forward to making a request. So, I was hoping for hurt and comfort scenario where a reader is oddly reminded of their families passing, and is obviously not good at pretending they're fine and Lucifer or Satan calls their bluff, and offers mc a shoulder to cry on. Sorry for the weird ask, it's been rough.

Hey babes im so sorry it took so long for me to get this. Wherever you are, if you're still around, I hope you're doing okay ❤

Warning: mentions of death

A Good Book (SATAN X GN!READER)

The Devildom was so pretty, or at least, it was to you. The endless night sky that never once seemed to falter, filled with millions of stars that you didn’t recognize, filled you with a sense of comfort. Odd flowers native to the area brought curiosity to your mind, and even the animals that some might deem as creepy gave you a feeling of joy. The Devildom, although meant for sinners only, was beautiful, and maybe, just maybe, you would prefer it over heaven. Diavolo does well in keeping it up right and of course, even with most of its citizens being demons, the general public does a great job at helping out with that. If someone had told you that hell would be like this, you may have called them crazy, but maybe they just want you to think it’s bad because it’s, well, hell. You’re not supposed to enjoy it, after all.

Truthfully, under different circumstances, you may not have enjoyed it as much, but the darkness and change of scenery actually gave you time to forget about things going on in your regular life, and the friendships you have formed along the way also allowed you to think of new things, different things. A smile crept across your face as you recalled the many shenanigans that you and the brothers have come up with over the past few months and your heart ached at the thought of you potentially having to leave this place. “I love it here….” it was spoken more so to yourself, but it held power outside of yourself. You did love it here and you loved everyone you meet here. Still, today you couldn’t shake off the feeling of sadness. Everything reminded you of them and it took everything inside you to hold it together for the rest of your day at RAD, up until the point where you would be back at the House of Lamentation, at which point you would allow yourself to break down.

And you did! You made it all the way to the house, but right as you were about to enter through the door, a yellow butterfly flew past you. “Butterfly…” which caused you to break down immediately. Thankfully, the brothers were nowhere near you at the moment and you managed to run up the stairs and into your room, where you threw yourself on your bed and cried. A stupid butterfly just had to come and ruin it, didn’t it? Where did it even come from? You didn’t know. Did the Devildom even have butterflies? You’ve never seen one before… it made you sad. It reminded you on that day where they passed and you hated how every time you saw a butterfly, it brought back that memory. Butterflies…. “Little Angels..” is what they used to call them although you found it hard to believe.

“(Y/N)? Are you in there? I took your potions book by accident.” Satan. You wanted to tell him to just go away but you didn’t actually have a reason for him to leave. If you yelled at him to go away, he’d be worried and confused and maybe even slightly agitated, wondering what he had done. If you didn’t say anything, there’s a chance he’d open the door anyway just to leave the book in your room. There was no way out so you quickly wiped whatever is left of the tears and looked at yourself in the reflection of your phone, smiling softly before clearing your throat before calling out to him. “Yeah I’m here. Just place it on the dresser.” Maybe if you opened your phone and pretended to scroll through Devilgram, it wouldn’t be so bad… or so obvious. The door opened and Satan walked in, smiling softly at you as he held up the book, “My bad… I thought I took mine but when I checked my bag, I had two, so I figured this one is yours.” The smile you had put on while looking at yourself was still on and you nodded at him, “it happens… no big deal.” And you hoped that, with those words, he would leave again.

“What are you doing?” Of course not. As a matter of fact, he shut the door and walked into your room and your body screamed to just run. You can’t sit up now, can you? Your throat is suddenly feeling tight and you forced yourself to sit up, showing him your phone and how you were just scrolling through Devilgram. “Just…. A bit of social media.” “You sound sad.” Okay, way to go being blunt Satan. His statement caught you off guard and you kind of looked at him dumbfounded for a moment. Had he figured it out already? By just looking at you? That’s impossible, “what?” You laughed. It sounded hollow but you laughed, “don’t be ridiculous! I’m just… tired. RAD has been kicking my ass.” He looked at you like you were just…. Dumb. Like you took him for a fool. “Lies. I know a liar when I see one. What’s wrong?”

Something about being caught just made you feel anxious. It made you stiffen and blink a few too many times and your lip is quivering again and your hand is shaking, you can feel it, and if you don’t pause and look away you’ll cry again and…. “Hey… what’s wrong?” The second time he asks, you actually cry. You can feel the tears roll down your cheeks and your vision is becoming blurry. Your hands move up to your face to hide as you sobbed, shaking your head and silently praying that he would just leave. Satan, however, didn’t. He was confused, for sure, and part of him was scared that he had indirectly done something to you that made you so emotional in his presence. “(Y/N)... talk to me…” He reached a hand out, carefully, to place on your back, rubbing over it. “I-I….” but you couldn’t even get a word out. His touch was strangely comforting and you quickly leaned into it, throwing yourself at him until your arms wrapped around his waist and his own were forced to wrap around yours too.

“(Y/N)....” “I…. they’re dead… I’ll never see them again….. I still can’t believe it…” He’s confused on who you mean but right now it also feels like a sin to interrupt your talking so he stays silent, just rubbing over your back instead and pulling you closer against him. “They died… shortly before I came here… and… I didn’t…. I didn’t get to say goodbye, not really….” Your tears and hurt are silently breaking his heart and he wishes he could actually take it away from you; you don’t deserve this. “A-and… I hoped… the Devildom would… would take my mind off it…” you are sobbing harder now, moving your hands underneath his jacket and clinging to the back of his sweater, “b-but then I…. I saw that stupid butterfly….. And I couldn’t…” It’s all because of a stupid butterfly. You really did blame everything on it.

Satan’s lips attached to your head gently while one of his arms moved up to push your head further into his chest, his fingers raking through your hair tenderly as he did so. “Sshh…” He won’t tell you it’s okay. He knows it’s not. He also knows better than to attempt and make it okay. There’s not much he can say or do here, but he will try anyway, because somewhere in his mind, he felt similar when Lucifer lost Lilith. “I won’t tell you it’ll be okay… although I hope for you it will be… but, a good book once said that butterflies are little helpers from G… the man upstairs,” Sorry (Y/N), he can’t bring himself to say that name, “and if you whisper a wish to it, it will go up to heaven and ask for it to come true.” Obviously he doesn’t believe that, but there is a sense of comfort coming from that saying, even for him.

You sniffled, trying to calm yourself enough to listen to him. It made sense. Somewhere in your mind, it made sense. You nodded, still crying but you wanted him to know that you were listening, “thank you…” but please don’t let go. You didn’t add the last part, but seeing as he didn’t let go, you take it as him understanding that you need a little more time. Satan was warm and oddly comforting, and you wanted to just be held by him for a little bit longer, to get lost in him a little bit more,

Like a good book.

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𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ❖

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 ; 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵

✧ Sure, Lucifer is looking forward to appreciating art and the history behind each piece, but he finds himself much more excited to spend more time alone with you. History can be preserved, but every moment spent with you is simply irreplaceable; he ends up surprisingly spending more time gazing at you than admiring the artwork.

✧ You make him feel young again. In between displays, he sneaks kisses, mischievously pulling you away from the crowds just to hold you in his arms for a stolen moment. Lucifer adores the way you fall into his arms with soft laughter, and it makes him cradle your face between his gloved hands while he whispers about the way everyone looks at you like you’re a work of art.

“But do you?” You ask softly.

“I always do, ______.” Silhouetted by the gallery lights, he pulls you into a tender kiss full of emotion; a moment that no doubt belongs among the displays of beauty and immortality that surround you.

✧ Lucifer is the kind of person to actually read the little plaques beside the pieces that go into detail about the artist and the intentions behind their art. It takes a while for him to take it all in, but you don’t mind— it’s very cute to see him have to bend down and squint to read them.

✧ Your day hardly ends there. Even as he takes you home, he very much enjoys discussing your opinions on the works included in the gallery and the artists behind them. It’s Lucifer’s way of getting closer, trying to decipher how your mind works, how you view art pieces that are open to multiple interpretations. It’s his favourite part. He loves you and your brilliant mind.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 / 𝘢𝘳𝘵

✧ Your demon is the definition of a kinaesthetic learner. Mammon fits right in with the kids that run around the place, tugging on your hand as he begs you to come play these games with him! He never wants to do anything without you and you end up being basically dragged around the museum. But it’s okay because he’s cute!

✧ While surrounded by so many people, it’s even easier for him to get flustered about affection. His cheeks flush red whenever he thinks too hard about holding your hand, whether it’s to bring you somewhere, or just to hold your hand for the sake of it. The back of his fingers brush against yours, making you smile.

“Hm? What do you want to show me?” you ask as you take his hand to intertwine your fingers with his.

Mammon fidgets with his free hand before shoving it into his jacket pocket, looking away with a brilliant blush. His voice is quiet as he mumbles, “N-nothing, I just… wanted to hold your hand. Or whatever.”

✧ He’s much smarter than people like to give him credit for at times, and surprises you with bits of information he picks up that you couldn’t understand. At the same time, it’s hard to stop him from gushing about how cool it was to see that chunk of sodium explode when dropped in water and how he wants to watch that over and over again.

✧ Mammon runs wild in the gift shop, especially at those little archaeology or mining kits that let you dig through hunks of sand that claim to contain a piece of gold. Of course, there are a million things the both of you want to buy for yourselves, but so little money to do so with. He settles for something small in the end, because he wants to be able to buy something small for his brothers too.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 ; 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

✧ From the beginning, Leviathan is absolutely fascinated. The calming atmosphere of the museum and being completely surrounded by his element makes Levi relax, even if he’d normally panic and try to hide from the people that walk along the exhibitions with you. But even then, you make sure to hold his hand just to reassure him a little more.

✧ Just like he rants about pretty much anything he has an interest in, Levi rants about the equipment on display and compares weapons or ships from different eras to each other, as if he’s talking about mere video game stats. It’s actually kind of hot to see him act like the Grand Admiral of hell’s navy is supposed to.

✧ Treat him like a Grand Admiral, actually. His brain totally short circuits when you lean into him and put a hand on his chest and gasp about how knowledgeable and strong he is.

“Oh captain, my captain!” you sing as you pepper his face in kisses, making him squirm in your arms. His face is beet red as he attempts to cover it with his hands.

“People are- they’re going to see us!” Levi whines.

You laugh and kiss him properly, arms wrapped around him tight. “That’s the point, baby! I like it when people know I’m yours.”

✧ He actually gets a little sad when he sees the bones of massive whales or the various preserved remains of sea life on display. They all feel like a part of him. At times, he feels like sea animals understand him much better than people do, and he has to give your hand a squeeze as the two of you through the section. At least he brightens up when you tell him that most of these specimens die a natural death or were cared for during their life.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 ; 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

✧ His choice of museum goes without explanation. Humans are frail creatures that are essentially doomed to make the same mistakes again and again, despite a new era or millennia, but Satan still finds their history remarkable. He’s fascinated with seeing the butterfly effect ripple through time, sparking wars and conflicts. It makes him wonder about the universe’s decisions— especially the ones that brought you to him.

✧ Satan has always been more fond of reading the ancient texts on display or translating archaic inscriptions on bronze age charms, but when he’s with you, he finds himself more drawn to the elegant gowns and elaborately crafted jewellery on display. You always find his emerald eyes lingering on you, imagining what you would look like in something so grand. Your beauty stuns him in every way, especially with the way you smile at him while framed by the display’s lights.

✧ “I thought you wanted to learn,” you mumble with a quiet laugh into the kiss that Satan pulls you into. The two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms in the back of a crowded amphitheatre, making an attempt to watch a historical film.

In the darkness, Satan’s blush goes unseen, but you feel it in the heat of his face as you kiss him back eagerly. “I’ve learned enough about humans, ______. I want to focus on my favourite one now.”

You close your eyes, and so does he. History couldn’t matter less, not when it feels like the two of you are the only beings to exist, the only people that matter.

✧ Despite wanting to learn, Satan finds himself getting dragged into shenanigans with you as you voice historical figures with the goofiest accents and clown around with some of the interactive props. He laughs along and snaps a million pictures of you to keep, and he supposes that humans aren’t the only ones that make recurring mistakes. After all, he lets you loosen him up and lets you force your way into his heart time and time again, but he still can’t force himself to complain about it.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 ; 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯

✧ Beauty in its different forms has always mesmerised Asmodeus. Museums have never been his thing, but with a fashion museum, you might just be able to change his mind. He goes between gushing about the textures and layering of different pieces to gushing about you and how amazing you look today!

✧ Asmo is always on top of the latest trends, but there’s something that always brings him back to the ostentatious allure of baroque and rococo dresses. He loves reading about the rise of these styles, but he would rather pull you along into a waltz as the quiet ambient music plays around you, the both of you giggling and referring to each other as ‘lord’ and ‘lady’.

✧ Or ‘your majesty’ and ‘my consort’...

✧ You, as always, expect him to pull you away somewhere quiet to make out and be general public nuisances, but Asmodeus surprises you this time. He’s far too busy taking pictures of you together and of just you alone, his amber gaze so soft as he contemplates your beauty. He ends up leaning in serenely as the two of you find yourselves alone together in a gallery.

“You’re gorgeous,” Asmo mumbles with a smile, delicately tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “There’s just something so magnetic about you, I can’t look away…”

“I don’t have to say it back because you know you’re handsome and your ego is big enough... but there’s nothing that can compare to how lovely your soul is.” You chuckle softly, resting a hand affectionately on the side of his face. Asmo rests his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck with a delighted giggle, delighted in knowing that you see him beyond his superficialities and flaws.

✧ He buys you a set of jewellery from the gift shop, and not one of the cheap ones either. He splurges on one of the most expensive professionally made vintage sets because he really wants to daydream about you dancing with him in those rococo dresses, the most gorgeous royal couple in the world…

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣 ; 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘵

✧ Delighted by the more colourful and almost bizarre applications of mixed-media art (think Yayoi Kusama), Beelzebub enjoys contemporary art the most. He’s easily fascinated with the elaborately abstract displays, and quietly wraps his arm around your waist as the two of you gawk at stunning larger-than-life works that probably get him a little hungry.

✧ He’s a respectful visitor and likes to stay silent so he doesn’t disturb the quiet atmosphere for everyone else appreciating the art. It ends up in him having to lean down and murmur softly in your ear when he has something to tell you, his warm arms pulling you into an embrace that you never want to leave.

✧ Workshops! Please bring Beel to the workshops because they’re his favourite part of museums. No matter how hungry he gets while putting in so much effort, he’ll sit still and work hard to make you something you can treasure.

“Do you like it?” he asks with a smile as he presents you with a little figurine version of one of the sculptures featured in the exhibition, hand painted by him. It’s easy to notice how the colours he picked out match your features. “It’s yours.”

“I love it, Beel! Oh, it’s wearing my coat and everything!” you gasp. The elated smile he gives you is absolutely priceless, and you can’t help but tiptoe to kiss him in thanks for his hard work.

Beel lets out a soft laugh and nuzzles his cheek into yours. “I really liked the art, but it felt like something was missing… Maybe the exhibition would’ve been a lot more beautiful if you were an art piece on display too.”

✧ Bringing him to a museum like that just might inspire him to create art by himself. After creating something for you, he feels hooked on it! You find him doodling a lot more on his homework and giving you the most endearing drawings of things you like, or his own hilarious renditions of what Lucifer looks like when he’s about to burst a blood vessel. Beel definitely has a hidden talent for caricatures.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳 ; 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

✧ Humans? Belphegor has had enough of them for a lifetime and can’t be bothered with learning more about them, but natural history is something that captivates him. There’s a kind of innocent wonder in his eye as you lead him around the exhibitions, marvelling at the displayed remains of the massive creatures that came before, wondering how they evolved into the tiny little animals of today. (But it’s probably also morbid curiosity with the way he looks at preserved carcasses and skeletons.)

✧ But you’re an exception to him. He's tired of humans but never of you, even if he jokes about it at times. Even if he knows about most of the things on display, Belphie is still asking you to tell him about them because he just loves hearing your voice. Coupled with the soothing silence of the museum, it almost puts him to sleep.

✧ “Don’t fall asleep! You paid to watch this!” you whisper when Belphie rests his head on your shoulder. You want to pay attention to the dinosaurs beating the shit out of each other in the surprisingly well-rendered 3D documentary, but you can’t help but gaze at your boyfriend instead, and the way he looks in those dumb 3D glasses.

“I won’t,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes. “You’re warm.”

“You’re a little leech, you know that?” Despite your snarky tone, you lift up the partition between the theatre’s seats to let Belphie snuggle into you. Just like a leech, he’s immediately all over you with his arms wrapped tight around your waist, chuckling as he buries his face in your neck.

✧ You wouldn’t expect it, but he’s also the kind to go wild in the gift shop, albeit in more subtle ways— like staring really hard at something or carrying something only to put it down for you to get the hint. He ends up getting the both of you a big plushy to cuddle and name on the way home.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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