ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢’𝔰 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶
A/n: Hi hi I was held at gunpoint by my friends to turn my brainrot into a fic. Big thanks to @thebellearchives @arvandus and @hauntedhokage for supporting me. I love y’all more than life.
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CW: mild language, bad writing, predator/prey kink if you SQUINT, unresolved sexual tension
“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?!”
It was supposed to be a simple stop by the RAD newspaper club. Lucifer had requested you to drop off files for the newest article covering the Bloody Moon Event, you would drop off the files, and turn heel before that magenta haired bastard by the name of Mephistopheles could say anything. The endeavor itself was almost successful, until a too hasty turn sank your hip right into one of the table corners.
“SHIT!’’
“…And who would utter such crude language within Diavolo’s Royal Academy?”
And thus was the catalyst for what would be an explosive argument. Choice words were thrown until you couldn’t trace their roots. Something about how you were just some lowly human that had no refinement or taste, how he was a pretentious asshole with a gold gilded stick perpetually up his ass. It was only after you had braced for impact that he backed away from you, ominously calm in fixing his pristine uniform and smoothing his hair back when he invited you for dinner of all things. So you could “experience first hand a taste of luxury” and how it might ‘“do you well to be polished up.”
It would have been better to leave, to not be baited by such an arrogant demon who always seemed to have an ulterior motive, but who were you to pass up a free meal? You saw right through him anyway. He would invite you into the lion's den to watch you flounder and embarrass yourself— that would be sufficient enough for the Lords to throw a wrench into Diavolo’s exchange program. What he didn’t know, due to avoiding you as much as possible, was the Devildom had you adjusted well, and that dining etiquette Barbatos had taught you back when you visited The Demon Lord's Castle for tea would come in handy. It’d also provide a small refuge from constantly beating Beels hands off your plate and while trying to tune out Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer’s arguments. You loved the brothers, truly, but they were indeed a handful. Sure, you trade the loudness and chaos for the judgmental eyes and stuffy rules of the royal pearl clutchers, but that was a small price to pay to wipe that smug grin off Mephisto.
A soft knock at your door alerted you from your thoughts. Cracking open the door to see who the would be intruder was you were met with the empty hallway, scanning back and forth, your gaze was fell down to a neat ornate box left in front of your door, with a note attached:
Wear this tomorrow, if your wardrobe is similar to what I’ve seen you dare wear around Lord Diavolo’s home, I know you have nothing suited. And avoid those meddlesome brothers, I’d like for you to arrive in one piece.
You’re welcome
-Mephistopheles
The absolute gall of Mephisto made your blood boil so much that you swear the note could have incinerated under your touch. You simply kicked the box into your room and it slid across the floor until it hit the leg of your bed with enough force to knock the lid off, and peeking out of the disgruntled packaging was black tulle. That had piqued your curiosity. You pulled the fabric from its box to inspect it. It was a dress: long black tulle resting delicately over satin, pleating over the bodice and flowing freely from the waist line. There were gold accents on the right shoulder and a matching arm band that held a tulle sash in the back. Now that second half of Mephisto’s note made sense, you’d have to cause a distraction….perhaps you’d hide Beel’s pudding.
That night the car is impeccably on time picking you up from the House of Lamentation, and the driver makes haste in stepping out and opening your door before you get the chance to do so yourself. A quiet ‘thank you’ and a soft click of the door and you’re off, the drive is quiet with only the soft bumps in the road jostling the fabric of your dress. Either the drive was shorter than you anticipated or you were truly lost in thought for longer than it felt, because soon the car rounded a corner to reveal the large mansion hidden in the hills of the Devildom. Its long walls supported by arches bearing its weight and the lights glimmering through the it’s many stained glass windows. The dinner itself was a blur, a cacophony of “exquisite” and “the markets” sprinkled with all the bells and whistles expected of a typical high class dinner. Always sip from the glass in the same place to avoid lip rings, always leave a bite on the plate, and in the case of obscene amounts of cutlery, start on the outside and work your way inside. How insufferable, you thought, to have so many regulations on something as simple and joyous as eating. And after the array of dishes and dessert were served were you finally able to excuse yourself for some fresh air on the balcony.
The views in the Devildom were always calming even if they were covered in darkness every hour of the so-called day. You let a breath go you weren’t aware you were holding while you stretched and leaned over the balcony rail.
“You look marvelous tonight.”
Mephisto stood in the doorway, a safe distance away. Peering over your shoulder you scoffed. “Thanks. I’m keeping the dress by the way.”
“A gift would imply that.” Stepping closer and taking position by your side. “You surprised me at dinner.”
“Thought I’d crash and burn did you? You are aware I spend time with Barbatos.. but how do you do this, night after night?” Mephisto raised an eyebrow at that. You waved your hand around gesturing vaguely to the house.
“This. The rules, the unspoken etiquette, you know, not being able to use a single fork.” You punctured that part with a little venom. That had him chuckle.
“It’s been this way my whole life, it’s normal.” He said as if it were obvious. And it kind of was- he was right. Mephistopheles was a noble, born in a grand house with grand ways served by butlers and servants. Everything was meticulously crafted, shaped, molded for him. It was given on a silver platter lifting nary a finger once in his life. It was luxurious and grand and so….
Sheltered
“Don’t look like that” came with a soft bump on your shoulder
“Like what?”
“Like you pity me. I’ve had everything I’ve ever wanted.”
That was true enough. But did he ever know what he wanted or was he told so? “But have you ever wanted something simpler? Ever broke the rules or snuck out?” Mephisto hummed thoughtfully as he turned his attention to the distant landscape. “When I was a boy I’d sneak out to the gardens to avoid studies”
“GASP…. Mephistopheles, nobleman, skipping out on his duties?!” Adding a flourish with the back of your hand to your forehead as you feigned shock.
“Hm. I was young and naive back then” he smiled softly and gingerly placed his hand to your lower back to assist you standing straight, an oddly kind gesture that warmed you a little more than you would admit.
“Well… what are we waiting for?” Extending your hand out to him. He looked at your hand and back to you curiously, silently asking for just a crumb more of context. “Show me!” Mephistos curiosity shifted into calculation before it settled into a soft smile as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the night.
——
The cool breeze carried the, for maybe the first time in a long time, carefree giggles as the two of you ran hand in hand through the forrest, at some point you had abandoned your heels and let the cool dirt dig into your heels. The long fabric of your dress gently rustling behind and swishing with each twist and turn deeper into the forrest until soon Mephisto had led you to a small clearing. You kneeled onto the soft grass to listen to the soft sounds of the stream that flowed through the area. “It’s beautiful.” You whispered.
“Indeed so” came the soft agreement from Mephisto, although he wasn’t looking at the scenery before him.
“Why did you stop coming?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it himself.
Mephisto took a seat the large rock next to him. “I grew up.” He answered matter of factly. “I had responsibilities. My family’s influence couldn’t be tarnished by such juvenile endeavors”
You’d understand him at this moment. The previous volatile nature of your previous interactions were simply a defense. Maybe, just maybe, the sporadic nature that came with you- your humanity, was a threat against what was crafted for him since birth. You simply couldn’t fathom the idea of a child’s free spirit being perceived as tarnishing. Oh. But that gave you an idea.
The silence grew after he had lost himself in thought looking out onto the stream… and with it you took the chance to gather a handful of dirt and swiped it across the tanned expanse of his cheek. Mephisto paused, eyes wide trying to process what had happened… did you? No, you wouldn’t dare. No one would be foolish enough to soil someone of his stature. There was a pregnant pause where you wondered if maybe you had crossed a line, but before you could have the chance to weigh the consequences to your actions, he laughed. He laughed loud and boisterous, it echoed in your eardrums and nestled into your chest as you saw the corners of his eyes crease and the bridge of his nose crinkle. It was contagious in a way that had you clenching your gut and bleary-eyed, swiping the tears from your eyes to check if it was indeed the same demon before you.
“No one has ever dared to be so bold” laughter bubbling down as he had the chance to catch his breath. “And a human, at that.”
“We’re not as fragile and pitiful as you demons make us out to be.” You giggled, leaning your face over your knees, wrapping your arms securely around them. Mephisto’s gaze softened at the sight, perhaps all humans weren’t so incorrigible, frustrating, and crass. Or maybe you were, and it was refreshing. A taste of rebellion that cleaned his dull palette that had long accustomed to rules and politics. “Perhaps not.” Mephisto’s eyes twinkled with an air of mischief as he reached behind himself, slow and methodical. “I suppose I haven’t given you enough credit, but I can give you something else, as an apology for my insolence.” Something shifted as he leaned closer, hooded half moons lingering on you long enough to feel the heat rise on the back of your neck and crawling up your cheeks.
“Y-yeah?” God, that came out a little more desperate than you’d intended
“Hmmm” he purred. “..yeah.”
THWACK
There was that laughter again as the scent of mud filled your nostrils. You tried to recover from his surprise attack, but this wasn’t revenge, it was an olive branch. Extended on a level that wasn’t predestined and purposed such as his with Lord Diavolo’s. Did that mean you were going to let him get away with it? Of course not. Clawing the dirt away you pounced toward Mephisto while he was off balance hoping to catch him off guard, but the demon was too fast, and with a swift movement he caught your wrists and extended them above your head.
“Did you think that was going to work?” Amusement filled his tone more than you liked.
“…No” grinning as you reeled your foot back. “…but this might”
With a swift kick to the shin he dropped you, kneeling down with a hiss. That had brought him low enough to land another handful of dirt on his nose. Mephisto reeled back and he surveyed the situation. You had backed up to create space between the two of you.
“Naughty little human” Mephisto teased, wiping the dirt and flicking off. He took a step closer, with each matched with your step back.
“I’m sorry!” You squeaked. It’d be hard to create a second opening but you prayed on pity, feigning weakness.
This amused Mephisto
“You’d expect humanity in hellfire? I wouldn’t fall for such a ruse” A wild grin revealed sharp canines as he stalked forward. There was something in his feral gaze that sparked something unholy within you. Bending at the waist to bring himself to your level his eyes locked onto yours, and if it weren’t for the hot breath fanning across your cheeks you would have stayed lost in the pools of emerald.
“Run”
The cold air burned your lungs as your feet carried you past the trees, grabbing branches and reeling them back to bat off your pursuer. The adrenaline coarsed through your veins and it was exhilarating. It would be a gamble to turn your head and look behind, but was too tempting not too.
“Got you”
You ran into a solid warm mass and shrieked, feeling weightless and realizing Mephisto had tossed you into the air and onto his shoulder. “HA HA!” He raised his arm high and puffed his chest to showboat his prize. “Mephisto! Put me down!!” You tried to protest in between Batting his back and kicking your legs in a feeble attempt to free yourself, although if you were completely honest with yourself you could’ve put a little more oomph into it.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of victory.” Really milking that win as he gingerly set you down, hands lingered on your shoulders. He was different, and not just the sweat collecting on his brow or the left over specks of dirt clinging to the apples of the cheeks. There was joy in his eyes, authenticity. It was so capturing neither of you were aware of the closing distance between. Two planets caught in orbit, dancing with each other and pulling so. much. closer.
The distant sound of shouting ripped through the moment, simultaneously snapping your heads to the direction of the sound. “Uhh.. that your search party?”
“It appears so, I had thought we would have more time.”
Before you could question the implication of more time you’re off again, being led out of the forest and onto the road again. Mephisto has tried to sneak back into the House of Royals but you reminded him that given each others current state that would be a worse idea than when you had beckoned him away from dinner. The new plan: sneak into the House of Lamentation, clean up, and Mephisto could call for a call under the guise that he needed to run out to deliver something to Lucifer at Lord Diavolo’s request. It was near perfect, and it was going according to plan, tip toeing closer and closer to your room with the magenta haired demon in tow.
“And what do we have here?” Freezing in your path, ice running through your veins. Slowly, you both turned to the direction of one pissed off Lucifer.
“whatever this is,” he gestured between the two of you “will be addressed later. But care to explain why the kitchen is missing a wall?”
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