*In the library, with the Anti-Lucifer League..*
Satan: Alright time to make plans to absolutely ruin, and destroy Lucifer. Got any plans?
Belphie: We could put a curse on his pillow so he'll end up having nightmares every time he sleeps.
Satan: Ok, not bad, not bad. Mc? How about you?
Mc: Glitter.
Satan: Wha? Glitter? How is glitter supposed to ruin Lucifer?
Mc: We explode him with glitter in his room. Not only will it be a big hassle to clean off, BUT he will find glitter everywhere, everytime. Because once glitter gets on something, it never leaves. It will also keep finding random places to appear, he'll see glitter for centuries, hehehehe.
Belphie: ..You devilishly little sheep~
Satan: Alright lets do it!
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omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D
touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2
includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1
a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol
please reblog and like <33
➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.
➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.
➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.
➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.
➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.
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I've been thinking that growing up surrounded by luxuries and being a prince, Diavolo, as the future heir of Devildom has all in his hands. And everyone around him has been reminding him of it all his life and praising him always in an ostentatious and tiresome way. Always comparing him to the greatest things, the most powerful creatures and the most valuable treasures. Feeling that the flattery is nothing more than an act of pure interest towards his person, empty words.
And then one day Mc arrives, a human who doesn't seem to understand that they are in hell, and stares at him.
Mc: Your eyes are beautifull.
Diavolo: Ha, ha, people usually say to me the look like gold-
Mc: They have the color of sun-kissed honey… Feels like home.
And then, leaves quietly, as if nothing, after dropping the bombshell, leaving Diavolo a blushing mess unable to process what just happened.
That day Barbatos found in his young lord's search history "how to marry a human, being the future king of hell?"
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