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wistcriax · 2 years

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Empress' Lady Ch. 08

The two had talked for another few minutes about unimportant things until resuming the more important things. It took a bit of convincing from Lucifer, but they both came to an agreement.

y/n would be his mistress for one year, under the guarding of his brother Beel and his squad. During that time, they will use it to only appear as a loving couple in public, but behind closed doors it’ll be trying to figure out what the Empress’ is planning.

Lucifer already filed the papers to have y/n listed as an official mistress, and a resignation letter was sent to Vua. Lucifer had asked his assistant and good friend, Simeon to set up the glass palace for y/n to stay, and tomorrow help her bring her items from her former home.

It was a quick change of pace, but it would only be temporary, unless unfortunate circumstances happen.

“Lady y/n?” Simeon said, a soft and caring smile on his lips. “Ah, yes? Simeon was it?” y/n asked. Simeon nodded, “I’ll bring you to the glass palace, that’s where you’ll be staying for the year.” he said.

y/n nodded as she followed him. It was a quiet walk as Simeon seemed to be watching his surroundings, no wonder Lucifer trusted him, he’s very observant. Suddenly he looked back, “Are you fond of children y/n?” He asked.

“I’ve worked with a few young sorcerer children, but I wouldn’t say I’m good with them. I like them, it just depends on their personality.” y/n answered. “Yes, sometimes a child takes after their parents, especially stuck up nobles. That’s where I’m thankful my son doesn’t take after his mother.” Simeon sighed.

“I was asking because my son normally helps around the glass palace. He’s very kind and caring like me.” Simeon said. “Is he one of the servants?” y/n asked, she noticed Simeon to be about in his late twenties, if so how old was his son? “Ah, one in training. He said he wants to work for the next Emperor. He’s only 10.” Simeon said.

y/n nodded, “Hopefully he’ll be able to.” she said. “Yes, that’s only if the Emperor has an heir with the Empress, but with how things are going, it’s very dislikely.” Simeon sighed. “I knew Luci never liked her, but why did he marry her then? Does he really think she’ll give up the crown without a fight?” He muttered.

“Luci? Is that a nickname for Lucifer?” y/n asked. “Ah, I let it slip.” Simeon said, “Don’t tell him I said that, he whacked me really hard for calling him that.”. “It’s a cute nickname, but I believe that’s why he doesn’t like it.” y/n said.

“Yeah, he only really accepts Luce. And that’s only if his brother’s call him that. I can call him that too, but only on a good day. Sometimes, I don’t even have to refer to him as his title.” Simeon shrugged. “You two must be close.” y/n said.

“Worked with him for over a decade, we better be.” Simeon laughed lightly. The two had just reached the glass palaces’ garden when you noticed two people sitting at a table within the garden.

Solomon and Vua.

y/n wanted to walk away before Simeon strutted up to both of them. ‘Simeon what the hell are you doing-!’ y/n thought.

“Excuse me, your majesty the Empress. But, I do not recall anything appearing that you have requested for the glass palace’s garden room.” Simeon said. “Do I need permission?” Vua asked. “Yes, as the glass palace is the Emperor’s and is used for the living quarters of the Emperor’s mistresses.” Simeon said.

“And I believe it’s very rude to use a space that is not yours to meet with a man that was not invited or even gave notice that he would be in the palace.” Simeon stated with a smile, but his eyes were cold.

“Well, as you already know I’m using this area. Afterall, his majesty has no mistresses so it’s perfectly fine.” Vua said. “I gave my notice to the Empress that I would be coming.” Solomon said. “Your majesty, even though it is something recent, I will state now that this area now belongs to his majesty’s mistress.” Simeon said.

“He did not inform me about this, the only thing I got from his majesty is y/n resigning as my lady.” Vua said, her voice cold and harsh. “I didn’t think he would, but he does, and I believe Lady y/n is uncomfortable in your presence.” Simeon said.

‘Why couldn’t you have waited until the news got around first, Simeon?’ y/n thought. “Lady y/n?” Solomon asked. “Are you inferring that my sister has become his majesty’s mistress?”.

“I am not inferring, that is the truth.” Simeon said, he then turned his head to side eye y/n who was lurking from one of the white rose bushes. Vua caught it and looked straight at y/n, anger was burning red in her eyes.

y/n sighed lightly before stepping out from behind the rose bush. Solomon glared darkly before standing up. “Apologies, your majesty, we’ll have to continue this another time.” he said, leaving. Vua stood also, but instead of leaving she walked towards y/n. Simeon put his arm in between the two.

“Your majesty, do not do anything rash.” Simeon stated. “So, is this the reason you became my lady? To get closer to my husband?” Vua asked. “No, your husband came to me, I was not even aware of any feelings his majesty held towards me.” y/n said.

“But, now I see why his majesty had no feelings for you and why Solomon requested me to be your lady.” y/n said with a blunt tone. Vua raised her arm, “You insolent brat!” She came down to swing, but stopped midway.

“I do not believe that will be very smart Vua unless you wish to upset Lucifer any further.”

#obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer x fem!reader #x fem!reader #empress oc!#lady-in-waiting #lucifer emperor #lucifer x fem!reader #xreader self-indulge

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otakusheep15 · 2 years

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Calling the Boys Your Wife

How each boy reacts to you, MC, calling them your wife. Let’s be real though, all of them are malewife material.

Lucifer

Annoyed

Why must you call him that right now?

Can’t you see he’s busy working?

Didn’t actually process what you said in the moment cause he’s so busy

Once he realizes, it’s hours later

Just kinda sits there as the realization hits him

Blushing mess, but no one will ever see it

Refuses to make eye contact with you out of sheer embarrassment

Mammon

Probably calls you a dumb human

Just ignore his blushing, you’re just seeing things

Is actually super flattered and excited that you called him your wife

Refuses to admit it though

Attempts to return the favor later by calling you his spouse

But it backfired horribly and now he’s just a mess on the floor

Levi

Just kinda... explodes

Congrats MC, ya killed him

Seriously though, don’t just spring that on him out of nowhere

You just made him lose his raid

After he finished complaining and throwing the word ‘normie’ around, he kinda just sits back and allows your words to sink in

Compares it to a scene in a game that he likes

And now he’s on a tangent

What else did you expect though?

Satan

Unbothered king

Literally does not care

Thinks it’s cute really

Gives you a smooth reply that he probably found in a book somewhere

Also likes when you call him that in front of Lucifer since it gets him jealous lol

Asmo

Very excited

This is all he ever wanted really

What was that MC? I’m afraid he couldn’t hear you

Could you maybe say it again?

Bothers you about it the whole day

Comes up with a million more pet names to call you now

Loves when you give him pet names

Beel

Unbothered king pt 2

Honestly, he probably doesn’t even hear you at first

Thinks it’s cute though

Asks you why you called him your wife

Affectionately refers to you as his spouse as well

Gossips to Belphie about it cause he’s really happy about it

Belphie

Was probably asleep

Sike - that was way to obvious

So, no, he’s awake, and he heard you

Pretends to be an unbothered king

But he’s actually just another simp

Little do you know random MC reading this, but Belphie is actually a secret tsundere himself (personal hc)

Very blushy

Will still tease you though

Diavolo

Another happy boy

Very much approves of the new term of endearment

Would love to be your wife

Goes to the group chat with Luci and Barbs to brag

Just wants everyone to know lol

Takes this as a proposal and starts planning the wedding

Barbs

Also pretends to be an unbothered king

But he is very bothered

In the good way though

Flustered beyond belief

His entire face is red

Congrats, you’ve found a rare blushy Barbs

Enjoy this sight, for not many have seen it and lived

Was that a recycled joke from a previous post? Probably

Simeon

Gets a bit flustered, but is still very happy

Knows just how meaningful being someone’s wife can be, so he’s also very honored

Happily gossips about it with Lucifer

Basically, everyone just goes to Luci to make him jelly lol

Also probably starts planning a wedding

But he’s more lowkey about it

Solomon

Confused, but happy

He’s just used to being the husband

So being called someone’s wife is a nice change of pace

Teases you about it though

Also teases the brothers that you called him your wife and not them

Gets even more flirty with you

Bonus: Calling Luke Your Best Friend:

Excited

He’s never had a best friend before

Hugs you

Calls you his best friend too

You literally just made this boy’s whole life

He loves you so much

Tells Simeon cause he’s so happy

Did y’all really think I would leave my best friend out? Of course not. Also, have I mentioned that all of them are malewives? I have? Well I’m doing it again and no one can stop me.

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captainlevisteacup · 3 years

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All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

#obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #simeon obey me #luke obey me #solomon obey me #diavolo headcanons #obey me lord diavolo #headcanons

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elsecrytt · 2 years

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elsey has,,,, rules???? a pinned post??

hello it is i, elsey I am over 18 and I am making content for people over 18; some of it is sfw, but there will very often be suggestiveness or nsfw references. And also porn. Like, explicit porn. Please just consider this an 18+ blog. NSFW is tagged #lemon. i'm not the best at tagging so forgive me any missteps and please understand and respect the intended audience. I will write a LOT of different kinds of things so anything with dark themes, angst, kinks, and any other potentially triggering subjects will all be tagged and will have appropriate warnings in the post. Please feel free to drop an ask or dm or w/e people do on tumblr if you think I’ve missed a warning. Writing I've put on this blog: Masterlist -

“elsey you wonderful creature. i would like to make a request.”

my beautiful and delicious friend please do this, at once, and mind the following: Your request must be: -Obey Me! characters only, atm -reader/canon, or platonic relationships between canon chars -elsecrytt-brand reader-inserts all come completely gendered-pronoun-free. they may include gendered titles, but the reader will never be “she/her” or “he/him”. in explicit works, i will typically write the reader as having a vagina. -if you want the reader to have a penis, then you have to bring yourself to say “cock” in the request. i know this may be hard for some of you, but please consider that i just said “cock” in one sentence and “hard” in the next sentence, and then didn’t make a joke about it. we are all strong, brave people here. Your request mustn’t be: -involving luke -bathroom kinks -vore (you are delicious friend, not delicious food) -abo (i love heat cycles/mating stuff; i just don't write omegaverse)

“but elsey i am scared. what if i give you a request but you do not like it?”

things elsey likes very very much and will never ever hate if you put it in their inbox: -pretty much anything with Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, or Barbatos -when the boys are subs but like. not bc u have a dick. is there a non-gendered way to say “femdom”? XD -BDSM but like, make it realistic. Characters actually using safewords and stuff. and AFTERCARE YES LET’S GO -yanderes, anything psychological, psychological horror, manipulation, dark stuff like that. (i am working on a yandere HC series, i just. take a while lmao) -angst.... ye... gimme. however i will freely admit i don't really have the “replaced au” down and also cannot tell if it actually makes sense. but im an absolute slut for some good angst. -i actually really really enjoy fluff and the good old sfw platonic/familial content for this fandom. if u ask me to write luci being a good brother to mammon or satan i might shed tears of joy. lucifer acting like a single mother of six does things to me -YOU. elsey likes YOU. stay delicious, friend <3 If your request fits the "must" requirements, I 100% guarantee that you are not doing anything wrong. It’s okay if it’s not something I like very very much; my inbox is open because I am open to trying new things! Obligatory mention, of course; I make no promises of responding to or accepting every request in my inbox, but I have a reasonable amount of free time, I like obey me, and I like writing, so throw it in! Your odds are pretty good! I can be a VERY slow writer sometimes, though XD

#its just a pinned post bro #what do i tag #requests but its a how to

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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Brothers + the now dateables with an MC who just can’t remember names that are like three syllables or more so they just refer to everyone by their nicknames. The mc is still new and does it and when someone says anything they’re just like “it’s your fault for having a long ass name”

I finally return to writing headcanons wow that only took me a year am I right? Ahahaha I had nearly 200 followers and I’m laughing cause I’m slowly watching them leave me. 😎😭

Jokes aside I’m doing MUCH better after resting for a long time. Mentally and physically! So here you go.

Warning LONG aha aha 🥺😭 I feel like this is shorter than my usual ones. I got to get the hang of it again.

Brothers + Dateables with a GN!MC who can’t remember long names HC

Lucifer

When you were summoned to the devildom, you were pretty confused and filled with a lot of questions. Naturally, you’d refer to the people you were calling out to by name, but for some reason you just couldn’t remember them.

You finally found Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos in the hallways, and approached them to ask a question. You forgot their whole names, but figured since you’ve got the first parts of each, that was good enough.

“Ah Luci, about the tasks for this week, what exactly does this part mean? And Dia, when do you want my report?” You asked them.

Lucifer was pretty mortified. He was also pissed. Did you just call him Luci? And more importantly, did you just cal THE lord Diavolo some kind of stupid nickname?

Diavolo on the other hand was laughing at the nickname you gave Lucifer. You were being scolded by Lucifer, and Diavolo was about to pipe in before you said, “It’s not my fault you have a long ass name, like damn, I could write the entire report by the time I finish saying your name.”

Lucifer is really angry at your behaviour at first but since Diavolo is fine with it... and then he soon realizes you literally can’t remember any of his brothers names with more than three syllables too.

He’ll probably try to give you food or drinks that help with your memory, and eventually finds you calling him Luci cute. Will immediately get angry if anyone else tries to call him that.

Mammon

Mammon was one of the first people you met, and one of the brother’s whose full name you can actually remember. He takes great pride in that!

His name was the first his human remembered and knows by heart! Of course! He is The Great Mammon.

Also kind of sad he doesn’t get a cute nickname! Please give him a cute nickname, he wants to feel special too, or very close to you, he craves contact and affection.

The first time he heard you refer to Lucifer as “Luci” he almost lost it. Thought you were going to die and tried to pick you up and run. So surprised when Lucifer only sighed, and responded to your question.

You had to explain to him you can’t remember names that are long, and his is one of the only so far you can remember. When you refer to Diavolo as “Dia” he just genuinely wonders how you do it, like aren’t you scared?

Well it’s not like it matters! You have The Great Mammon to protect ya’ AND you remember his name, it’s a win for him!

Leviathan

Originally Levi thought nothing of it when you referred to him as Levi, as that’s just what everyone else did. But then he started to notice you’d even refer to anime characters or idols as shortened nicknames.

You could pronounce Ruri easily, so he didn��t notice at first since Ruri was all he talked about, but when he said “Azuki” you kept calling her “Azu” or “Zuki”. He wondered why that was an asked.

You explain to him you just can’t remember “long ass fucking names” and anything with three or more syllables was a chore to remember, so there’s no way you were going to remember Azu’s name.

Finds it kind of sad for you, and difficult to understand what character you’re talking about. One time you kept saying a character from “that one show” and kept pouting while Levi’s head was grinding 3000 gears cause there’s at LEAST 5 characters that start with “Saku” like are you saying Sakura? Which!?

Scared for your life when you refer to Lucifer or Diavolo by their shortened names. Surprised to find out you’re completely safe. Soon comes to a realization you’ll just never be able to remember almost anyone’s name, no matter how hard he tries.

He drills it into your head about a certain character will a three syllable name but after the six hours of listening you just... forgot. Like literally the show’s name has the character’s name in it and you just forgot. Cue Levi sighing and calling you a normie.

Satan

One of the lucky three people spared from you forgetting his name. He didn’t realize it at first since Mammon, Levi, and Beel were all their names or family nicknames.

And then it clicks when you called Lucifer by “Luci”, in front of everyone, at dinner. You just said “Luci please hand me the salt” and Satan stared at you wide eyed.

Were you taunting Lucifer, or did you just have a death wish? Wait neither? You mean THE prideful lucifer just handed you the salt without a retort, or question why you called him that?

Questions you later afterwards about what was up about it, and when you tell him you don’t remember “long ass fucking names” it sort of clicks. Still sort of surprised that Lucifer isn’t pissed at you.

Will research human memory because he doesn’t think it’s normal. Like you can remember words with more than three syllables, but why not names?

Will DEFINITELY make fun of Lucifer for it. “Oh, how was your day, Luci?” And will also flaunt about how you remember his name but not Lucifer’s.

Also, like Levi, kind of sad you don’t remember the name of his book characters and just call them by their physical traits because at that point he doesn’t even know who you could refer to by his thousands of book.

Asmodeus

Asmo finds the nicknames extremely adorable!! Probably makes it a trend on social media to start calling everyone you know cute nicknames.

He didn’t think much when you called him Asmo, but hearing you call Lucifer as Luci, Diavolo as Dia, and Barbatos as Barb or baby just had him smitten.

Definitely wants to use cute nicknames too, but Lucifer is threatening him. After finding out that you physically cannot remember names with three or more syllables, including Asmo’s full name, he feels kind of bad for you.

It must suck not to know the whole name of the world’s most beautiful man! And why he starts hearing you call Simeon “Simmie” or Solomon as “Solly” he definitely steals it and copies you.

Diavolo is happy too to have someone else call him by a casual nickname, and hopes it catches on, much to Lucifer’s dismay.

Will probably want you to call him something even cuter instead of Asmo, as your own special privilege, like “Azzy”. He gets to give you a cute nickname too, though.

Beelzebub

Beel didn’t really notice at first, until Asmo and Satan pointed it out. He asked you if you remembered his name, and you just gave him a blank look and said “Beel, I love you, but you have a long ass name, and that’s not my fault.”

He doesn’t really care though, since you still know his nickname! But he is kind of worried for your memory. Are you okay, can you still remember other words? Do you remember the names of his food orders?

Has introduced you to his gym friends but you for the life of you, cannot remember any of their names. Finds it sort of funny how you just remember them as “leg guy” or “treadmill user”.

If anyone gets mad at you for shortening their name he will stand up for you! Baby understands that you just have trouble with remembering, and will defend you.

Belphegor

Finds this shit fucking hilarious. He’s often called Belphie, which you remember, so it’s not like it applies to him that much.

Kinda pissy how you can remember Mammon’s full name and not his, but there are benefits. He starts calling Lucifer “Luci” from now on and taunts him for being weak to a human.

Finds it funny, too, how you just tell people “your name is too fucking long” and call them by their first syllable or something similar.

He’s not really concerned about why you can’t remember names, okay maybe at first, did he kill you too hard? No? Okay.

He probably thinks you’re like him, can’t be assed to remember people’s shit names at times and remembers them based off looks.

Sleepy baby just wants to nap with you, names aren’t important.

Diavolo

The prince of devildom is extremely powerful, frightening, and no one would dare look down on him. He’s always used to people being formal with him, or trying to get on his good side.

However, one day, this small weak little human came into his realm and didn’t even care to remember his name. It entertained him a whole lot to say the least.

Diavolo doesn’t have a lot of people who’d be casual with him, so hearing you call him “Dia” for the first time made him really happy! He would love to hear you say it more often, and to be super casual around him.

When Lucifer or Barbatos tried to correct you and tell you to use his whole name, you only responded with, “No one has time to say his whole ass fucking name. I’m just gonna call him Dia.”

He’s amused, it’s so daring and bold of you to say that to some of the most powerful demons. Of course, if they continue to pester you about it he would step in and tell them that’s it’s fine and he likes it.

Diavolo also finds it super funny how you can’t remember anyone’s names and just shortens them. He might start calling Lucifer “Luci” too!

Other demons probably look at you like you’re crazy, for addressing their demon lord that way.

Barbatos

Barbatos is pretty stoic, but whenever you call him “baby” you can see a faint blush on his face. He isn’t used to nicknames or affection, so when you give it to him, he’s unsure how to react a bit.

He already knew you couldn’t remember names, and would be fine with you calling him “Barb”, which you did in public. But when it was just you and him, or when you were with the others you’d call him “baby”.

“You have a long ass name so I’ll just call you baby. You’re cute like one. Not to mention, it sounds like Barbie which sounds like Barba- what was your name?”

He is pretty fine with it, except when you call Lord Diavolo just as “Dia”. It’d be fine in private or with the others, but did you really have to yell out “Dia” in front of a bunch of lesser demons?

Overall, he just doesn’t mind. Will probably give you a list or notebook of everyone’s names, and physical traits. In case you forgot who was who based off names again.

Solomon

Ah yes another exchange student! Hope he can get close to you. Okay, maybe calling him “Sol”, “Solo”, and “Solly” is a bit too close for someone you just met right?

When you explain how you just physically cannot remember names he kind of laughs at you and then realizes you’re serious. He knows some people have trouble remembering names, but wow, this was sort of unique. You can remember his first two syllables, why not just one more?

He gets used to it fairly quickly, though. Prefers if you call him “Solo” over the other nicknames, but finds it sort of cute when you call him “Solly” or “Sol”.

He will definitely use a nickname with you and call it a human thing, to try and make everyone else jealous.

The man with at least 5 60+ pact marks, the man who is an amazingly powerful sorcerer, the man who is labeled Devildom 2021’s “sketchiest” individual, is called “Solly”.

When he asked the reason to why you suggested Solly you just responded with “Reminds me of Sully from monsters inc”.

Simeon

Simeon is a really nice person so he first figures you’re just being really nice and want to give everyone nicknames! And then he soon realizes you literally just cannot remember names.

He finds it sad how you can’t remember the name of his characters, or how you’ll never actually remember his full name, but really finds it cute how you’ve given him a nickname!

You call him “Sim” or “Simmie” and he’s soft for it. Will probably give you a nickname like “my sheep” or “my lamb”. He’s silently hoping Luke too, will call him Simmie. He gives off the energy of a grandparent.

He will try his best to help you remember names, but he won’t try to force you to remember! If you can’t remember, you can’t. That’s completely fine. Don’t stress yourself about it.

Luke

He has a one syllable name, so he doesn’t experience this personally. But hearing you call Simeon “Simmie” or Solomon “Sol” makes him feel a little left out and confused.

Why do you call everyone by a nickname? He wants one too! He overhears you though one night. You were explaining to some demon whose name had like five syllables that you just can’t remember long names.

Oh! He’s suddenly really happy again. It means you know his name, and won’t forget it! Also feels sort of bad for Simeon and Solomon, since you’ll never remember their names.

Will be happy if you call him “Lukie” before realizing it makes him sound like a child.

#obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon

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asmo-ds · 4 years

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Hey, its my first time requesting something, so, sorry if something is unclear! How would the brothers and/or undatables (Luke is platonic 'cuz he's baby) react if MC gave Luke the nickname "Chibi", ya know 'cuz he's smoll and all. I just find that neckname really cute and it kinda fits him. Feel free to ignore this, and sorry i made mistakes, english isnt my first language.

w/ MC who calls Luke “Chibi”

your English is fine! and calling Luke Chibi-chan is definitely something I’d do if I were MC

I also don’t know why but i struggled with this one a bit, I’m tired so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly how you wanted it ;-; if it rlly is as bad as I think it is feel free to request a redo!

- Did MC really just refer to that puny bratty angel with such a cute name

- He’s a rabid chihuahua not some cute little fluff ball of joy like Cerberus

- When he sees MC’s fond smile towards the angel he decides to let it slide just this once

- Finds it endearing after a while that MC could give such an annoying little brat such a cute little nickname without being sarcastic about it

- “Oi, MC! Quit coddling the chihuahua and come help the Great Mammon make some bank”

- Acts like he thinks its a stupid nickname

- He really just wants MC to call him something cute too

- He accidentally refers to Luke as Chibi at one point and then punches himself in the face

- woAHHHHH MC USING SUCH CUTE LANGUAGE AROUND LEVI? THIS IS AMAZI- oh they were talking about Luke.

- The chihuahua is his new enemy and he tries to act cutesy around MC more often to earn the nickname for himself

- Gives up because he realizes he’s too big for a cute nickname like Chibi

- But when MC starts to refer to him only as Leviachan he nearly faints out of excitement

- Scoffs and pretends he doesn’t care but he really wants MC to give him nicknames, maybe not cutesy ones like Chibi- BUT a nickname would be great

- Constantly refers to Luke as Chihuahua in hopes it’ll rub off on MC and they’ll understand how the small angel is rabid and annoying

- When he realizes it makes MC sad to see him talk down about Luke he calms down and tries to avoid talking trash in front of MC

- “MC do me next! I want you to call me something sweet ~”

- Will do everything in his power to earn a cute nickname from MC

- Hates Luke for getting a nickname before him when HE’S THE CUTE ONE

- Will call MC pet names more so eventually they’ll reciprocate his efforts

- Finds it adorable

- He may think of Luke as a chihuahua like his brothers but he also enjoys Luke’s company and his cooking

- Starts to refer to him as Chibi as well

- Eventually Luke accidentally calls him Onii-chan at some point and it warms Beel’s heart

- He’s too tired to care at first

- But hearing the word Chibi so often out of MC’s mouth eventually gets annoying and he goes on a long rant about Luke and how he’s just a chihuahua who bites people’s ankles and yips too much

- MC gets sad about his rant and apologizes for using the word so much

- After a day or two of them not saying it he misses the cute way they would say Chibi so fondly when speaking of the angel and starts to refer to him as Chibi as well in front of MC and MC only

- Doesn’t understand why MC would refer to Luke in such a way at first

- When MC explains nicknames and terms of endearment to him though he refuses to refer to his friends by their real names

- “Luci-chan! Do you have those papers I asked for?” “My lord please refer to me as Lucifer and nothing but Lucifer.”

- “Onii-chan, can you make some tea for chibi-chan and I :)” “My lord I am your butler not your ‘onii-chan’”

- Simply smiles and shakes his head at MC as he finds it amusing how they are in literal hell and refer to someone there as ‘chibi-chan’

- Will teasingly call Luke Chibi while they are baking

- Ends up calling him Chibi out of habit and is barely able to refer to him by his name anymore since he is so used to the nickname

- Goes parading around the house chanting “Chibi~” whenever he needs Luke for a task

- Makes fun of MC for the silly nickname but also finds it adorable and doesn’t want them to stop

- If he hears the word Chibi at any point for the rest of his life he gets flashbacks to his year in the Devildom with MC and gets really warm inside

- Is very happy to see how kind and innocent MC remains while surrounded by demons

- Is also glad that Luke is finally being called something other than chihuahua

- Will pick up on the nickname as well, but only when Luke isn’t around because he knows Luke will be insecure about his size if he says is near him

- Just finds the nickname too endearing to stop saying it

aka Chibi-chan <33

- *angry chihuahua noises*

- At first he doesn’t like the implication of him being small and cute so he rejects the name

- But when he realizes how kind MC is compared to the demons who refer to him as a dog he gets all warm and fuzzy inside

- If MC calls him anything but Chibi he will be sad and think the demons are finally corrupting MC

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Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 4

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so…, Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence.

AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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Previously:

Not wanting to stay in my head any longer, I drift off into a dreamless slumber awaiting the day that will ultimately decide not only my fate, but the fate of the demons I’ve grown to call, family.

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CHAPTER 4 - I want you to be the one... (1842 words)

Snapping my eyes awake I shivered against the air as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown into my face.

“Get up human!”

A guard then roughly pulled me up by the shoulder twisting my arms behind my back and locking them together while unlocking the chain on my ankle. Pushing me out of my cell and half escorting me half dragging me out of the dungeon and to where my trial was supposed to take place all before I could even register that I woke up. As we were walking toward what I assumed was the very same courtyard where we welcomed the king not 24 hours ago, I started hearing lots of yelling. Straining to hear, I realized that it was the brothers arguing amongst each other about what they should do and Diavolo attempting to calm them down, sounding conflicted himself. Upon entering the courtyard I locked eyes with the brothers as they fell silent in shock upon seeing me bound in chains as I was escorted on stage where the king was waiting with Diavolo and the brothers.

*Flashback*

After I passed out.

“Father! What did you do to them?!”

“I am humouring you my son. They are being held under the palace and I am forbidding any one of you from making contact with them.”

“My Liege, I implore you to please reconsider your judgment. They are unaware of how the politics work here and they simply misspoke. I assure you they don’t mean you any harm.” Lucifer lowered his head pleading to the king to reconsider his choice.

“Lucifer is right! They mean the world to us and they can’t possibly do anything to you or the Devildom!” Mammon joined in. The brothers then each said their piece about you.

“You all disgust me, pleading for a human's life. You are my highest ranking demons. Show some dignity!”

“With all due respect my king, that human you are referring to is the one that bettered your kingdom and has achieved far more than any human, demon, or angel could hope to accomplish in the span of just 1 year. They have brought us all together and mended ties we didn’t even know were broken. Y/N is a human I would give up my Pride for-”

“My Greed for-”

“My Envy for-”

“My Wrath for-”

“My Lust for-”

“My Gluttony for-”

“My Sloth for-”

“My title for-”

“My powers for-”

“Y/N is a one of a kind human. They have found their way into our lives and there is nothing you can do to take that away from us my Liege.”

“That was quite the speech Pride, although that doesn’t change my opinion about them. If anything, it just makes my decision all the more ironclad. But I will humour you all. Seeing as how you’re all willing to give up the very thing that makes you, you for the human, a public trial will be held. Their fate shall be decided there. Until then, I forbid any contact between them, through their pact, dreams, or any interference with the timeline. Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Liege” they all responded simultaneously as the king left the room.

*Later in the east sitting room with Lucifer, Barbatos and Diavolo*

“What are we going to do Dia?” Lucifer exclaimed as he did something he has never done while sober and flopped onto a couch opposite of Diavolo as Barbatos sat into a seat in between them.

Holding his head Diavolo responded.

“I don’t know Luci. I just don’t know. As the crown prince I can’t go against my Father and as my right hand neither can you, but things are different with them involved. I just don’t know.”

Sighing, Diavolo laid down on the couch no longer giving a care about anything, just thinking about different possibilities.

“Barb-?”

“No can do my lord. The king forbade me from using my powers. Even if you were to command me, I don’t have access to them for the time being.”

“Do me a favour Barb and drop the title for now? Please? I need my friends, not my subordinates.”

“Alright, Diavolo. Let me say this then. You both know that no matter what happens tomorrow, Y/N will be banished from the Devildom. We all know that the king isn’t above making us suffer just to prove a point. How are we going to support Y/N and stop them from harming themselves should they be banished to the human realm?”

“Jeez Barb! That isn’t what we need right now! I don’t want to think about that.” Lucifer added the last part with a whisper.

“My brothers are going to be absolutely devastated. Y/N kept them all together, it’s going to be really difficult keeping everyone together with them gone.” “Adding to the list of problems, now that my Father is back, we 3 now serve him. I don’t get to dictate anything until he crowns me, not like before. We will all be swamped with more work as Father will more than likely try to “fix” my improvements to the Devildom.”

The three sat in silence, lost in their minds, endless possibilities and scenarios floating around in their heads. Eventually, Lucifer excused himself under the guise of some unfinished paperwork and returned back to the House of Lamentation.

“Barb?”

“Yes?”

“What have we done?”

“I don’t know my friend. I don’t know.”

*End Flashback*

Walking up the steps towards the stage, I held my head high making eye contact with no one other than my demons as I kept my expression as comforting as possible for them. Poor Asmo and Mammon looked like a dam threatening to burst. Beel wasn’t faring any better holding on to Belphie for comfort. Levi squeezed Mammon's hand discreetly. Satan gave a sad smile. Lucifer stood by Diavolo’s side, each giving you the smallest hint of a smile while Barbatos stood behind Diavolo's left looking like he always did, but after spending so much time with him, you noticed the small sign of sympathy in his eyes. Making my way center stage I was pushed onto my knees in front of the king. I raised my head up high making direct eye contact in defiance. The king then addressed the crowd which I noticed is filled with not only Demons and Sorcerers of different powers but many demons I knew from RAD and called my friends. They looked solemn as I realized that I made an impact on more than just the brothers.

“Denizens of Devildom! Here is a human who has upset the balance of the Devildom…”

I drowned out the rest of his speech not focusing on anything except for my family up on stage. Ignoring the ringing in my head, I reached out with my pacts just enough for them to feel it. I sent them some of my favourite memories over the years and wished Satan a happy birthday before the king declared my sentence. Holding my head high, I locked my gaze onto him.

“The human known as Y/N is hereby banished from the 3 realms, their soul to be returned to oblivion!”

Smirking he turned to face me. Smiling, showing off his fangs he asked,

“I believe that is a suitable sentence, don't you Y/N?”

I ignored him and turned to the demons on stage. I watched as Beel grabbed onto Belphie harder as tears came to both of their eyes. I saw the dam break in both Mammon and Asmo as Levi and Satan both battled their own tears to try and comfort them. I watched as Lu’s face paled and Diavolo squeezed his friend's shoulder a little tighter to try and ground him. Barbatos looked more solemn as his eyes started to water ever so slightly. The king then summoned a sword, turning towards the brothers, then walked until he stood directly in front of Lucifer and Diavolo. Letting go of his friend's shoulder, both Diavolo and Lucifer bowed their heads towards their king. He then shifted to face Lucifer and held out the sword towards him. A look of shock crossed over the brothers' faces as Lucifer looked up to his king in confusion hoping this didn’t mean what he thought it meant as he slowly accepted the sword.

“Lucifer, Cardinal Sin of Pride. You will be the one to deliver the blow.”

The colour fully drained from his face as the king stepped to the side to allow Lucifer to step up. Slowly with a trembling breath, Lucifer approached you with pleading eyes silently praying that this was some sick nightmare. His brothers looked on in horror, shock freezing them in place. Stopping in front of you, he took one look at you, turned to the king and lowered the sword.

“No… I won’t.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said NO! I will not kill Y/N!”

“Yes, you will.”

The king's eyes started glowing as an aura surrounded Lucifer. His brothers broke out of their trance and tried to reach towards you to hold back their brother from killing you against their wishes. Diavolo and Barbatos stood in shock as the scene unfolded.

“Hear me, denizens of the darkness.” Everyone onstage immediately stopped in their tracks and looked my way.

“Hear me denizens of the darkness. You who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it.” Upon starting the incantation, a magic circle appeared beneath me and Lucifer; my shackles started glowing. An intense pain shot through my skull. Pushing past the pain I continued.

“HEAR ME AND DO AS I COMMAND!” The shackles around my wrists broke under my power and I stood up facing the brothers. The king tried to move towards me but the circle by my feet prevented him from getting close.

“I Y/N order the 7 sins not to interfere with this trial. You are not to make a move against the king after the completion of the trial. You 7 are to remain loyal to Lord Diavolo and continue serving him as his word now outranks the kings!” Ignoring the pleading looks on the brothers' faces, I turned to Lucifer.

“Lucifer, Avatar of the Cardinal Sin of Pride, you are to follow through with your king's command and execute me as is due with your sword. You are to remain loyal to Lord Diavolo above the crown. You are to continue watching over your brothers and are not allowed to fight me on this decision.” Cupping Lucifer's cheek I whispered into his ear, “I want you to be the one Lu.” Stepping back I finished my order. “Now kill me!” Kneeling before Lucifer I looked up with a smile on my face watching as unshed tears began pooling in his eyes as he summoned his sword.

“LUCIFER! NO!”

“LUCIFER! PLEASE NO!”

“Y/N!”

Lucifer looked into my eyes muttering something in angelic before whispering, “I’m sorry…”

With tears burning his eyes he buried the sword deep into my heart.

“Thank you”

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mittensmorgul · 3 years

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You posted something about Crowley and it made me think: was having Dean really what he wanted? I think he was definitely attracted to both Dean and Cas and probably seduced Cas just to get Dean’s attention. Was Dean Crowley’s Lisa in the sense that he liked the idea of Dean and moped after their summer of love ended, but would the real Dean not Demon Dean have satisfied him in the long run? Especially since we saw Demon Dean became a frustration. Was Crowley really looking for love?

Hi there!

I've posted a lot of things about Crowley, and I think the most recent thing I reblogged may have been a fanfic with the premise that Crowley helped Cas get back out of the Empty, with an endgame relationship tag of Crowley/AU!Dean (fiat mcgee, aka the altchester huntercorp dean), so I don't know if that's the post you're referring to or not.

But I kind of like that comparison, of Dean being Crowley's Lisa, because Lisa was what Dean needed during that year. She legitimately cared about him, but also recognized that their relationship was not meant to be. They could've been friendly exes if Dean hadn't been driven to protect her by literally extracting himself from her life in every way imaginable.

And I don't mean comparing only Dean's time as a demon to his time at Lisa's...

I do think Crowley had multiple motives for his relationship with Dean. Remember the whole MoC arc started when Crowley was at a dangerously low point and desperately feeling his lost humanity, trying to recapture it however he could. And Dean happened to be conveniently adjacent.

We know Crowley's M.O. He seeks power, but in a practical way. He seeks his own security, and never wants to find himself at the whim of someone more powerful than him. I mean, this is why he chose to help TFW from the start way back in s5. He gave them what at the time was the most powerful supernatural weapon they knew of to stop Lucifer. It didn't work, but he proved he could be a valuable ally when it suited his needs.

Crowley has always, therefore, been drawn to Powerful Things That Could Be Useful To Him. He's alluded to his "warehouses" multiple times in canon, and we know he was the one who bartered for his own security with Ramiel by giving him the Colt (in addition to the lance of Michael that was the gift presented to him by all of Hell in an official capacity, the Colt was Crowley's personal gift). That's how he ended up in charge of Hell in the first place. He didn't want the job, per se, but he didn't want some other demon getting it and destroying the stability and security he'd built for himself, either.

And Dean? If Dean was fully on Team Crowley? Well, that would've been the sort of power play that could've made his power base into an unshakable throne. The fact Crowley seemed to develop legitimate feelings for Dean, even as a demon who was powerful enough in his own right that he could refuse to submit to Crowley's rule. I think it broke Crowley's heart a little bit that as a demon Dean didn't really seem to care about ~anything~ really... that the thing that had made Dean so personally captivating to Crowley (as opposed to his prowess as a potential warrior/defender of his throne) was effectively gone.

I don't know that it was a "my one true love has forsaken me" so much as-- as you said re: Dean and Lisa, too-- lamenting the loss of what could have been while acknowledging what it actually was. Maybe not a grand romance of the ages, but genuine care at a moment when Crowley had been at his own "most human" in the narrative.

I mean, I can see that without Dean's influence in his life at that relatively vulnerable moment, Crowley could very well have slipped all the way back into being the demon he'd always been. To an extent, the narrative kept trying to force him into that role, too. He was still trying to hold on to his power base, not because he particularly wanted it, but because anything else would've likely led to his own death. It seems like there's only one way to lose the throne of Hell, you know? And I hate that for him.

Do I think he was actually ~in love with Dean~? I think he had genuine feelings for Dean, yes. I believe he genuinely mourned the fact that Dean didn't and couldn't reciprocate those feelings. While he was a demon Dean didn't really ~have~ those sorts of feelings. Everything was just about having a good time and satisfying needs and desires. And then his humanity was restored (because of Crowley's direct intervention to make that happen) and he sort of knew that Dean would be lost to him after that, and did it anyway. I think there was at least some element of genuine care for Dean mixed in there with his purely practical acknowledgement that Demon!Dean was not the asset to his own power base that Crowley had hoped he might become in time.

So while I think he was at least partly motivated by his own personal security in gaining Dean as an ally and even friend, I do believe he genuinely had warm feelings in a very human way for Dean, too. Was it love? Was Crowley "looking" for love specifically? I don't think he would've been averse to that if Dean had reciprocated his feelings, but I don't think he was specifically looking for it. I don't think it was a primary motive for everything he did with and for Dean.

I mean, after that, Crowley's whole arc with Rowena, about his abandonment by her having become a central point to his character arc, and both his and her respective thoughts and feelings about Love as a concept really add nuance over the next few seasons. It goes back to 8.23 and Crowley's "I deserve to be loved!" So it's impossible not to credit his relationship with Dean as an exploration of that concept, as well.

So much of Supernatural is centered around themes of love-- what we do for love, what is worth sacrificing to save what you love, and every variation of love under the sun. When a character's arc is framed around his having been denied love and what he was willing to do to seek revenge for that, it's impossible to say he wasn't seeking to be loved, you know?

I just think his entire relationship with Dean came about at a time he was exceptionally vulnerable, and that he actually grew as a character as a result of his relationship with Dean. And we'll see that growth between both him and Dean right through to the end of s12, when it was all tragically cut short.

(though I do love and support Mark Sheppard for deciding he was done playing a character stuck in narrative limbo and playing second fiddle to Lucifer because of Eugenie's weird obsession... so yeah, I'm righteously irked on his behalf and on behalf of all the rest of us who should never have had to deal with Lucifer instead of Crowley at all... his entire character was just squandered and it's a crime, okay?)

If Crowley had lived, or returned, I feel like he would've been starting again from a much healthier standpoint in his relationship with Dean, too. I appreciate the tag for them "mostly civil exes" because that's really what their relationship became by s12. Not even getting into the point that I personally was hoping that Lucifer was just dead after Amara ripped him out of Cas in s11, and it felt so far beneath Crowley to attempt to use Luci for his own ends in s12 that I found that entire arc to be contrived and ridiculous, too, after the fact when the reasons for it came to light. It's just... not the point of this post. :'D

#crowley #worst ship on the show #that's my tag for them since the start in s9 really and it's meant lovingly like...#we were all waiting for dean to have a canon relationship with a male-presenting character #just not THIS one even though I appreciate it... so that's not meant meanly you know?#in the good alternate version of s12 lucifer would've been dead and crowley would've had to deal with his emotions

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Lucifer- 3 things

Ok, so I have this thing that I started with my friends almost 2 years ago that we refer to as "3 things". Basically when someone starts to self-deprecate we encourage them to tell us three things that they like about themselves. Not, like, every time, but especially on bad days, days we knew were busy or stressful for each other, etc. Because sometimes we would just be joking, while other times we knew that they were "joking". So MC does the same to the characters, --------------------------------------------------- He had been working almost non-stop for about two weeks. He had left the house with a briefcase of paperwork to attend a meeting with Diavolo. He had forgotten that he was on kitchen duty that night, so he texted you while in the meeting to see if you could place an order for delivery. While with Diavolo, he was told that one of his more lengthy files had been done incorrectly, so he had to redo that paperwork, as well as accept more paperwork that Diavolo needed him to complete. It started raining on his way home, so he was wet as he walked into the house. Satan and Belphagor had spread dish soap on the floor, so when he walked in he slipped with his briefcase in hand. When he got to his office, he found that he had forgotten to lock it and noticed many valuables were missing. He didn't have the energy to get after anybody, so he tried to make himself some coffee. In his sleep deprived and mentally exhausted state, he managed to miss his cup and scald his hand. Cursing under his breath, he waited for the pain to subside and then made his way to his desk. He put his head down on the desk forgetting his hair was still wet, and smeared the ink of the documents there. At this point he was near his breaking point. He felt as though there was nothing he had been able to achieve today, nothing correctly. His mind wandered as he thought of past failures and shortcomings, he didn't notice as you walked in with a plate of hot food. "....Luci? I brought you some food. Are you ok?" Lucifer sighed and sat up. "Thank you, my dear." You passed him the food, which accepted graciously. You decided to make yourself comfortable in one of the chairs he had in the room "...so. What's going on Lucifer? How can I help?" He sighed again and looked down at his food, poking at it. To accept help was easier than asking outright for it. However, many of his responsibilities were not ones you could relieve him of. "Thank you MC, but I'm afraid there is not much you can do to help." You watched as he wearily pushed his hair back and started to organize the paper on his desk.

"It's been a bit of a rough day. It seems that I have ...fallen behind in my duties to Diavolo and to my family. Having you here refreshes me." He opened his mouth as if to say more, then shut it. You got up behind him and started to massage his shoulders. He stiffened for a moment, then gradually relaxed under your touch. After a bit, you started to talk. "I know that it's been a rough day, rather, a few busy weeks for you, but I need you to do something for me." He stifled a groan as your hands pulled away from him, and he turned to face you. "You know I can't afford to take a break right now, as much as I may lik- need one." "This will take 30 seconds if you just cooperate. Otherwise it will take as long as you make it." He cocked his eyebrow. "I can read you better than you give me credit for. I know that you've been beating yourself up over the events of the past few weeks. So all I need you to do is tell me three things you like about yourself." He gave you a small, tired smirk. "Isn't that you're here for? Moral support? Telling me how amazing I am?" He chuckled lightly. You smiled gently. "It's easy to accept a compliment. It's easy to say thank you, but not believe in the statement. It takes a lot more to be honest about how you feel about yourself. I could easily tell you pages worth of things I love about you. I'm asking you to tell me at least three things you like about yourself. Better yet, tell me three things that you're proud of doing rhis week." His eyes widened slightly. "Th-this week?" You nodded. He sighed. "Hm. Well...hm. I always put my best into everything I do. I suppose that didn't change this week, however my wellbeing did, and I- I judged myself for that." You nodded. "But you still did your best, and that's what counts. Two more." His head fell back in his chair. "...I managed to keep Mammon away from my most precious belongings. The things he stole were not irreplaceable." He chuckled lightly to himself. "Hey, that's awesome! Not that he stole stuff, but you were able to think ahead of time how to avoid a worse situation. One more." "I think that the last one should count for two, it was quite the feat." You were the one chuckling this time. "Come on Lucifer, just one more. A smile played over his lips. "I'm proud that we have come to be comfortable in each other's company. I'm proud that I have fostered a bond with you that allows me to grow as an individual, despite having been alive for millennia. I'm proud to say that you are the most important part of my life." Although he still looked tired, he sat with his back a little straighter, his shoulders pushed back, and with a glimmer in his eyes. He leaned forward. "Should I continue?" He relished your flustered expression. "Th-that wasn't really about y-you, so it doesn't count!" He stood up and held you close. "Oh but MC....not only are you a part of my life, but you are a part of me. And I'm proud of you. Of everything you do. If you could write pages of things you like about me, then I could just as easily write libraries worth about you. I- thank you MC. Perhaps you would be willing to stay here a little longer?"

You nodded and buried your head deeper into his chest. He chuckled and gently stroked your hair. He let you go, and you brought the chair you had been sitting in, closer. You enjoyed each other's company, however, you started to drift off as exhaustion settled upon you.The last things you registered were Lucifer's low chuckle, a blanket being placed over you, and a kiss on the forehead, and "I love you, MC." As you drifted off.

Mammon

#AHAHAHA I LEARNED HOW TO DO IT RIGHT THIS TIME #NO MORE BREAKING UP POSTS UNLESS I WANT TO #i'm actually kinda proud of this #Om lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date

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kittenkrazee · 3 years

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In His Arms

A/n: I wrote this request for my bestie, @ferocious-momma-tiger. Love you ❤️❤️

Everything about the situation was embarrassing. Y/n could feel her hair standing on end, and blood rushed up her neck. Lucifer hissed under his breath.

“Don’t think I have not noticed it.” He claimed, much to her surprise. “What... are you talking about, Luci?” She whispered, afraid her voice might give her away if she were to speak even a decimal too loud. She knew what he was referring to.

He chose to ignore her feigned innocence. “Why have you been avoiding me?” This was the question she had been afraid of. Prior to that day, Y/n had been avoiding talking to the avatar of pride for one reason only. She assumed he knew already, but just wanted her to say it. He was sadistic like that.

“You’ve been sleeping in Purgatory Hall, avoiding me in the halls at RAD, I even caught you running from me once. I want to know why, so I’ll ask again.” He demanded, his body language screaming dominance. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

It took her a few moments to collect her thoughts before she could respond. Ever since she was chosen to be an exchange student, she had been drawn to him. It was almost magnetic. As days turned into weeks, which turned into months, she felt her heartbeat quicken when he comes around.

It was a strange feeling, one that scared her. She had never felt something so exciting and captivating, as when she got to spend time with the eldest demon brother. The thing was, she knew it couldn’t last forever. Sometime she’d have to go to the human world, and it’s not as if Lucifer could go with her.

“Well?” He was growing impatient, so she finally gave in. “Because... because I think I’m falling in love you, okay!?” She shouted, a bit too loud for either of their liking. “I was avoiding you because I love you and it’s better to lose you now, when I never had you than have you and end up leaving you. I can’t deal with that sort of heartbreak, Lucifer.” She ranted through her crystal tears.

“I... I can’t give myself false hope...” She finished, facing the ground in shame and embarrassment. He tilted her head up. “Whatever do you mean? Lose me?” Lucifer questioned, looking into her watery e/c orbs.

She blinked away her tears, feeling them roll down her cheeks as Lucifer attempted to wipe them away. “I have to go back to the human world, I have friends and family who no doubt miss me and wonder where I’ve been for a year. You have to stay here in the devildom so you can look after it as one of the seven rulers.” Y/n whimpered at his gentle touch, feeling herself fall victim to his charms.

“Oh, Love.” He cooed, bring her closer to him. “Your leave is still months away, we have time to think about what we’ll do then. For now though...” Lucifer kissed the top of her head. “Let me hold you.” She gave in and sank into his warm embrace.

She felt herself relaxing, as if by magic. He was magical to her, so it only made sense he had this effect. “Thank you...” She murmured after a few blissful silent moments. “Of course, anything for you.” Before she could hear his next words, he drifted off. “I love you too.”

#lucifer x reader #obey me #obey me x reader

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belpheroo · 4 years

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Title: Untitled Genre: Hurt/Comfort, short bit of fluff. Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: In which Mammon gets in trouble, Lucifer makes a half-hearted declaration Mammon then takes way too seriously and MC is there to make it better. Notes: I just like taking an insecure Mammon and showering him with affirmations until he cries. - MC Includes some of my headcanons about pact bonds aka emotional walkie talkie and pact marks appearing in the same spot on both MC and the bros. There is a passing reference to my other fic Between the Flash and the Thunder in this one, but you don’t need to read it to know what is going on.

In Mammon’s defense, he had done nothing that he hadn’t done before, so why Lucifer was so angry over some missing dusty old statue was truly a mystery. Lucifer turned a blind eye so often to his petty thefts and insurmountable debts to highly shrewd yet beautiful witches, but for some reason today was different.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Lucifer’s body, a faint scent of sulfur warning that he could, at any moment, transform. Mammon knew better than to talk back in these moments so instead he waited with his arms crossed over his chest, head ducked down as if he could make himself smaller and unnoticable.

“You gave those harpies a relic of immense value.” Lucifer said, voice teetering between even and ragged, “It was one of the components that protects and seals this House from outside intruders… evidently… we have far worse concerns within!”

His voice raised to a near shout at the end, but Lucifer restrained it back, eyes shut tightly as he composed himself. Mammon felt his pulse all the way to his fingertips, clenching the fabric of his sleeves tight in his fists, focusing on the solidness of the floor beneath him rather than the lightness that threatened to swarm through his head.

“… I-I’ll get it back.”

“No. You will not. I will retrieve it. You can not be trusted to any position of responsibility. In fact, I begin to think I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest with such an irresponsible lout.”

Insults were nothing, Mammon felt the blow of words meant in teasing and in earnest all the time… but this was different. His eyes widened, a breath caught in his chest. He wheezed trying to form words of protest, but Lucifer simply threw up his hand, silencing him.

“These thefts will stop. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I will think upon your status as protector. Until then, if you so much as step one centimeter out of line—“

“I got it, okay? …I got it. I’m sorry.” Mammon hurried to change his tone and must have appeared sufficiently abashed because Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed and he turned his eyes away from Mammon. That alone hurt worse than anything his brother had said.

“…okay. Good.”

As always, something softened in Lucifer’s features and Mammon could feel the regret mixed into his anger. It wasn’t like Lucifer enjoyed this shit and Mammon knew that… but thievery was a compulsion he wasn’t likely to kick for good anytime soon. Perks of being the Avatar of Greed.

“You can go back to class.” Lucifer said instead of what else was on his mind and Mammon did.

—

It was nearly impossible not to hide the sharpness in his breath as Mammon half gasped and half panted as he strode down the halls of RAD. Being away from the House was good, it got out from under the oppressive aura Lucifer gave off when he was angry… but in the back of his mind he kept hearing those words over and over.

…I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest…

The thought of Lucifer taking her away from him made his stomach churn. He’d still see her, sure, but her concerns? Her needs and her wants? Those would fall to another brother. He’d be sidelined and unimportant, pushed aside. Would she make a pact with that brother? Who would it be? Asmo? Beel? Most likely Satan if Lucifer could stomach granting such a privilege to him. He was reliable, he was smart.

Mammon growled under his breath, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and tugging, trying to distract himself with the pain.

“Stupid, worthless idiot… shut the fuck up, stop thinkin’ bout it.”

It was no use. His thoughts were spiraling and his chest was prickling with tightness. His eyes stung and Mammon knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get out of sight. He found an empty classroom just in time, forcing open the door and slamming it closed as he furiously began rubbing at his eyes with the back of his fist.

Why the hell was he so upset?! He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer being mad! Luci would posture and raise his voice and be rough and then by tomorrow he’d be apologetic … even if Mammon did probably deserve this scolding and worse for having stolen from Lucifer yet again.

But… but dammit just the thought of Lucifer giving her to someone else made him want to fuckin’ scream. He didn’t want them near her! She was his to protect! He was the one she should be comin’ to in the middle of the night, when she was scared of thunderstorms. He was the one who should be taking her around Devildom, the one she was glued to and brought her homework to when she needed “help”… even if they just played on Devilgram the whole time instead.

Mammon was so preoccupied with these thoughts he jolted when the classroom door opened and softly someone slipped in.

“… hey um— so. You like, okay?”

Her voice was quiet and strained, but he knew the human exchange student’s voice anymore. In confusion, Mammon turned and saw in the light that her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks blotchy… as if she had been crying. His entire demeanor shifted, brows snapping together as he stood up taller.

“Whose responsible for this, huh? Who messed with ya?”

“Uh? What? Dude. I’m not crying because I want to. It’s you!” She waved back and forth between them, indicating to something invisible.

“Ha…w-what? Me? The Great Mammon? Absolutely not, I would never be all weepy and pitiful and junk.”

She gave him a skeptical look, one well-groomed brow lifting and a smirk on her lips. She reached into the pocket of her RAD uniform and produced a handkerchief.

“Your nose is running.”

He swiped it with a scowl, balling it up and roughly scrubbing his face.

“It’s the pact. I can feel what you feel when you are close.”

Mammon grumbled some reply, but it was indecipherable behind the handkerchief.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No… man, this sucks. Just stupid really, but it’s gonna mess everything up.”

She nodded, not pointing out he had said “no” and then proceeded to begin talking about it. That was pretty typical Mammon behavior.

“I got in trouble.” He mumbled, looking away from her sheepishly, “…Lucifer said I ain’t responsible enough to be lookin’ after ya anymore. So… guess ya will have to get used to Satan or someone.”

The silence after he stopped speaking was deafening, but he felt something in his chest… a tiny twinge of anxiety similar to what he had felt before but… faded. Like someone speaking through a tin can on a string into his heart. Mammon risked a short sideways glance over to her and found she was standing rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Her glossy lips were pressed tight together, redness spreading from her cheeks down her throat like a lit fuse before she exploded.

“Lucifer can shove it, I’m not taking anyone else! He can’t make me.”

“W-well… I dunno, it might be better cause I ain’t exactly the most reliable kinda guy. Ya probably would be better off if you had someone else watchin’ out—“

“What? What? What are you saying? Like, I can’t hear you over Lucifer talking out your mouth!”

Not what he had expected, he’d give her that.

“Say sike like right now!!!” she demanded.

“Wha- wait?! Why are you mad at me!”

“Because I don’t hear you saying you told him no!” She said, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and huffing, “Because you are standing there talking bad about my best friend… I don’t want someone ‘more’ reliable or whatever. I rely on you just fine. You are…I…”

She struggled to get the words out, the redness in her face having little to do with anger now.

“Mammon, I want you. No one else. I don’t care whether they are better at the job or not, they will suck at it because they aren’t you!”

Relief was immediate, followed closely by sheer embarrassment as Mammon hid his face with her handkerchief, covering his nose and mouth and hoping she wouldn’t notice the flush creeping down his own neck now.

She took in a shaky breath, eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell a bit faster.

“Wow… wow, I can like totally feel that.” She said, voice hushed, “You’re so—“

“Shuddup!” Mammon groaned, tossing aside her handkerchief and dragging her close. With her face pressed into his chest, she couldn’t see his face anymore and honestly… Mammon couldn’t bare to let her see him, pact or no pact.

His embrace was crushing and no doubt not very comfortable, but she softened under his touch and gently her hands came up to soothe over his back.

It was too much. It was just too fuckin’ much.

“…you’re just so happy.” She murmured into his shirt and Mammon swore he could feel her smiling.

“What if I am?! W-what’s it to ya, huh? Human?”

She giggled, arms wrapping around him fully as she squeezed back as tightly as she could.

“You’re so weak… puny human arms. Nuthin’ compared to the Mammon.”

“Ohhh, can you pick me up!? That’d be fun!”

“N-no!”

“Oh, so you can’t? Got puny demon arms?”

Mammon wasn’t one to take a challenge laying down. Her feet lifted off the floor as he hoisted her up, wiggling and giggling with delight. She got her arms up between them so she could wrap them around his neck, hooking her legs behind his own.

“Whee! Much better.” She hummed, looking down at his very unamused face with a smile. She had succeeded in her goal of distracting him and Mammon knew it.

“...I ain’t got puny arms.”

“I know, Mammon.”

“You’re bein’ extra needy, human.”

It wasn’t true. He was the one who needed and needed and needed. Her affirmation, her affection… don’t look at anyone else. Don’t be with anyone else. Mammon was suddenly struck with the knowledge he’d give up every penny in his bank accounts if it meant no one else ever got to have her.

And he didn’t know what that meant, but he knew what she wanted it to mean right now.

“…I’ll tell Lucifer no.”

“Hmm? What was that?” She cooed, voice teasing and light.

“I said I’ll tell um no! I ain’t given ya up!”

She weighed next to nothing with his strength, but still he settled her unto the instructor’s desk, palms flat on either side of it’s smooth surface as he leaned in, caging her.

She kept her legs locked around him, but now she could put them around his waist. Her hands slid from his neck down his arms, coming to rest on his forearms where she kneaded and rubbed at the bare skin where his sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, this kind of position would have Mammon a stuttering mess, but there was something determined and direct in his eyes, as if he couldn’t focus on anything right now but making sure she knew he was in earnest when he said what he said.

“I’m not giving you up either.”

Simple words, and yet she could feel where they pierced into his heart, leaving him half joy and half agony. Why did it hurt him so much when she spoke kindly to him? Mammon craved the words, but something held him back.

“You aren’t stupid.” She whispered, gently lifting her hand and resting it on his neck, watching as the pact mark began to appear exactly on him where it was on her. Her thumb found it, pressing and rubbing in firm circles until she pulled a groan from Mammon’s throat and he tipped his head forward to bury his face against her neck.

She felt his lips brush her mark, a touch more than a kiss, but a kiss all the same.

“You’re my first guy… you’re my favorite guy. I like you best.”

She knew if she kept it up, she was going to make him fall apart… and part of her wanted to. Part of her thought it was exactly what he needed. Instead, she gently kissed the side of his head with a loud and pronounced “mu-wah”.

“C’mon! Let’s cut class.” She said, gently wiping Mammon’s cheeks with the back of her hand when he untangled himself from her. He sniffed once, refusing to meet her eyes and nodding vigorously as he got himself composed.

“Eh… Lucifer did say somethin’ bout not breakin’ anymore rules today.”

“I’ll tell him I was sick and needed company.”

“You ain’t sick!”

“I’ll tell him it was ‘girl troubles’. That one gets him so quiet you’d think I was the Avatar of Awkward Silences.”

Mammon laughed, rolling his eyes which were starting to look a bit less red and a bit more mischievous as he considered the possibilities of ditching. Taking the opportunity, she slid off the desk with a tiny flourish, spinning to fluff out her skirt before brushing it down resolutely.

“It’s decided! Two hellfire boba teas and chocolate newts are what the doctor ordered!”

She took his hand and he resisted only for a moment so he could relish the feel of her tugging him towards her and the sight of her pouting before she stamped her little booted foot on the floor.

“C’mooooon!”

“Alright, human. You’re buying."

#i am a two trick pony #i see obey me bro #i write hurt comfort #i write smut #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #more like a ficlet #anyway it isnt very polished but someone might like it!#this was more of a writing exercise for me to play around with MC's speech mannerisms #and write some Mammon feels #im explorin' the boys psyche about being SHAT ON all the time #but lucifer isnt meant to be a bad guy here he is arguable got GOOD REASON to be mad #that mammon STEALS FROM HIS BROTHERS is a big yikes to me #but Lucifer will forgive him because it's Mammon

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sondepoch · 4 years

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Chapter 5

Written in the Stars (Lucifer x Angel!Reader)

Four thousand years is a long time. In the absence of your most cherished friend, it feels even longer. But when a certain student exchange program in the Devildom reunites you and Lucifer, things aren't the same. Because four thousand years of separation is a long time. And the love you once felt for Lucifer has changed into something different—something forbidden. But that might not even be your biggest problem, because with each passing day, your holy wings are turning blacker and blacker.

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It's not Lucifer's fault.

Your lips are addictive, soft as a pillow but so very expressive at the same time, spilling emotion and hunger and desire into Lucifer's mouth every time your tongues touch. And given that neither of you have pulled away for the past five minutes, your tongues never really stop touching. So Lucifer can barely think about anything else when he's so preoccupied with the sensation of your lips on his, and your delicate fingers as they clench around the fabric of his shirt.

The demon can practically feel the moment he melts into your hand, his body suddenly no longer his own but devoted to serving you instead, every single one of his senses lit afire with your body: your touch, your taste, your sound. He could kiss you for centuries. If you let him, he probably would.

So, truly, it's not Lucifer's fault that his ears, so focused on taking in every rustle of clothing and every breathless moan you release, don't notice the front door opening.

He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, when the sound of disbelieving footsteps approaches, because he genuinely can't hear them—all he knows right now is you.

But that doesn't stop him from blaming himself when Satan finally coughs.

"Lucifer?"

The demon stiffens, feeling your body go rigid in turn.

Abruptly, the two of you pull away from each other and turn to the source of the sound. Lucifer can only curse inwardly, momentarily stunned into silence when he sees each of his six brothers gawking at him in silence.

Ah, shit.

That's all it takes for every single one of his younger siblings to begin cheering and laughing in varying whoops of approval.

"About damn time!" Calls Mammon, already pulling his phone out to snap a picture.

"I always knew you had it in you, Lucifer!" Asmo squeals, clutching a hand to his chest. "I've been waiting millennia for this moment!"

The firstborn demon groans, shifting back into his human form while you do the same. As his brothers continue to cheer and laugh, he can't pinpoint whether he's frustrated at himself for not noticing their arrival or at them for disrupting the moment.

He was enjoying those kisses, after all.

"On the floor, really?" Satan mutters, the only one of his brothers to look away in embarrassment. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on the fourth-born, and Lucifer is somewhat relieved for it.

"It was, um," You shuffle awkwardly, detangling your limbs from Lucifer's as you stand up and stare at the ground. "Not supposed to…"

"It was precious!" Coos Asmo, jumping up and down as he takes your hand. "Oh, MC, you must tell me everything! How long has this been going on? Has our dear older brother been treating you properly? Have you two slept together yet?"

"Asmo!" Lucifer hears you exclaim, mortified as you cover your face in embarrassment.

An amused smile crosses the firstborn's face at that, remembering your oh so tempting words from just a few minutes ago. What were they again? Ah yes: I'm okay with being corrupted, as long as it's you. Lucifer chuckles. Where has all that boldness gone?

Still, he steps in for your sake, pulling you to his side protectively. "Enough. I apologize that you all came home to see that. It was not my intention, so cease your bantering."

Cue another round of protests.

"Come on, Lucifer!" Mammon exclaims, arms crossed. "Ya can't just kiss MC like that and expect the rest of us not to ask you some questions!" Next to him, Beel nods vigorously, the orange-haired boy so shocked that he hasn't even run to the kitchen yet, despite having been out of the house for so long. Mammon turns to you. "He didn't force himself on ya, did he? C'mere MC, let me know if he scared ya."

"He didn't…" You mutter shyly, still embarrassed over being caught. "If anything, I...was the one who...started all this..."

"Ehhh?" Asmo exclaims, while Belphie tuts disapprovingly. Even Satan turns to Lucifer with eyebrows raised, all of their facial expressions echoing the same sentiment as Asmo's words: "Lucifer, you made MC make the first move?!"

"Quiet," He seethes at all of them, gripping your wrist as he marches out of the room. He hears their protests in the background alongside Levi's LOLOLing, but in the end, it's your questioning mumble that stops him.

"Where are we going?" You ask, cheeks only a little flushed from earlier.

"Purgatory Hall," Lucifer mumbles. "The sun is setting, and Simeon will be expecting you home for dinner very soon."

"Hey!" You protest, crossing your arms as a pout comes to your face. "You're going to kiss me and kick me out? Geez, Luci. And here I thought you were a gentleman."

The demon's ears redden at your words, feeling flustered by them even though he knows you're just teasing. "I am not kicking you out!" He tries to clarify. "I will be walking you home, and it is exclusively to ensure your safety that you—"

"Oh, come on!" You slip your D.D.D. out of your pocket, dangling it in front of Lucifer with pleading eyes. "Call Simeon for me and ask if I can stay for dinner?" You ask, fingers crossed.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Because he can say no to me!"

"He can say no to me too."

"But he won't," You wink. You raise your eyebrows, looking up at Lucifer mischievously. Deep down, you already know you've won—Lucifer has never been able to resist those puppy dog eyes of yours. Still, when he finally sighs and takes the phone from your hand, pulling dialing in Simeon's number, you squeal in excitement, jumping up and landing a kiss on Lucifer's cheek before running off.

"Guess who's staying for dinner!" He hears you call out to his brothers, prompting another round of cheers. Lucifer winces, listening to what can only be the sound of them tackling you onto the ground and asking hushed questions about what they just walked in on, each of them throwing ten different comments and inquiries your way. The demon contemplates going after you, but in the end, he just sighs and presses the call button, knowing that he's already wrapped tightly around your finger.

"Little lamb?" He hears the familiar angel's voice ring out from the other line. "Where are you? I was just about to call, actually."

"Ah, it's me," Lucifer responds, realizing that he probably should have called from his own D.D.D.

"Oh, Lucifer! I suppose MC is with you, then. Would you mind walking her home? She tends to lose track of time, and I doubt she'll remember on her own."

"About that, she actually wanted me to ask you if she could stay here at the House of Lamentation for dinner."

"Of course she did," Simeon says, laughing lightly. "And she asked you to call me instead of doing it herself so that I wouldn't be able to say no?"

A smile tugs at Lucifer's lips.

"You guessed it."

More laughter, but this time it comes from both of them.

"Hey, she pulled the same tricks with me when I was her guardian angel," Lucifer recalls, remembering how it bothered him to no end when he would get random calls from Simeon or his siblings late at night from your cell. You were always getting your friends to ask Lucifer for just two more hours until it was miraculously nightfall and suddenly too dark to even fly home. "Before, it would be you convincing me to let her stay."

"Fair enough," Simeon chuckles. "You never were easy to convince." There's a thoughtful pause on the end as the angel considers raising a protest, but eventually, he decides to give in. "Just have her home by a decent time so that she can get a full night's rest for school tomorrow."

"Of course," Lucifer says, nodding. The demon would make sure of that regardless; he's still the vice-president of the student council—it wouldn't be fitting of him to encourage unhealthy habits among the exchange students.

"And Lucifer?"

"Hm?"

"Be good to her."

Lucifer pauses, eyes widening as his mind takes in the angel's words. Did Simeon know that the two of you had kissed? What else could he be referring to? But it had happened so recently, so how could Simeon possibly know?

Lucifer hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether to question the angel's words or not. But in the only a quiet promise slips from his lip: "I will."

And then the line is cut, and Lucifer is left wondering what he just agreed to—but no matter, he would be good to you in every way possible. Kissing you changed none of the protective feelings he's harbored for you since the day you were born, and he would allow no harm to come your way.

The demon locks the D.D.D., slipping it into his pocket while turning his head in the direction of the dining room.

Now, to deal with his brothers.

***

Devildom cuisine is interesting, to say the least.

You'd noticed it earlier, when you and your roommates from Purgatory Hall all went out to go shopping for ingredients together—that the only food really available all seemed to be strange animal parts or traditionally poisonous plants. Somehow, the four of you had managed to find seemingly a handful of ordinary ingredients, and you've been using those in all meals.

But the brothers have embraced their demonic nature, and the dinner they give you is...strange, to say the least.

"I'm not sure I should have eaten that," You murmur softly to Lucifer, holding your stomach as the two of you walk back to Purgatory Hall. The dinner had been snake eyes garnished with hemlock, apparently rich in protein but also extremely unsettling to your stomach.

"It'll be fine," Lucifer responds, a twinkle in his eye as he regards you with amusement. He casts a look around, glancing behind his shoulder. Normally, the nighttime fields and walkways of R.A.D. are filled with demons coming to and from late-night outings, even during the school year. But with the first day starting tomorrow, even the rebellious students are indoors, the only figures under the moonlight being you and Lucifer.

He places a hand on your back, glancing forward while his thumb rubs soothing circles into the spot—and you forget about your earlier complaint almost instantly.

Feeling bold, you sneak your hand behind your back and slide your palm into Lucifer's, looking up at him curiously while you interlace your fingers. Again, he glances around to see if there's anyone in the distance, hesitant about the display of public affection. But even when he doesn't find anything, he pulls away.

"It's too risky," He murmurs softly. "Anyone who looks out their windows can see us."

"Then…" A mischievous smirk blooms on your lips, and you look up at Lucifer. It takes a single second for him to catch the glint in your eye.

"Don't—" He starts, raising his hand in protest to whatever you're about to do.

But it's already too late.

"Catch me if you can!" You call out behind your shoulder, already sprinting away at top speed as you dart off in the direction of the shopping district. You can sense Lucifer's disbelief as he stares at your retreating form before he calls after you in exasperation, his longer strides easily powering him forward as he catches up with you, but all it takes to regain your advantage is to release just a bit of your magical energy, and then the Celestial energy is bouncing your feet further, stronger, and faster along as you run away from Lucifer.

"Get back!" He shouts, and you can hear that he's close behind despite all your efforts, but you continue your journey forward, eyes widening in delight when you see the familiar sight of the downtown Devildom district. Even now, it's still buzzing with activity. "MC, get back here!"

All Lucifer's protests are in vain, though, and you waste no time in slipping through the streets, darting into the dark alley between two stores. You run to the end before pausing in your sprint, your grin widening when you see Lucifer's figure approach, not even hesitating as he corners you in the dark passageway.

"You're cornered," He says cautiously, crossing his arms as he maintains his distance in case you try to dart around him. "You won't be able to escape me now, MC."

A light giggle spills from your lips as you skip forward, resting your hands on Lucifer's chest comfortably while looking innocently up at him.

"Who said I was trying to escape you?"

You stand on your toes and press your lips against Lucifer's, ignoring his muffled sound of surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck. A warm smile blooms on your face when you see his pink cheeks as he gazes down at you, arms already settled on your waist.

"If it's too risky out in the field, then maybe won't mind kissing me here?" You say, batting your eyelashes while Lucifer simply groans at the realization of what you just did.

"If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could have just asked," He mutters in exasperation, chest still heaving lightly at having to chase you. While his strength definitely overpowers yours, angels are naturally inclined towards long-distance running and such, whereas demon powers tend to be more explosive, better for combat and battle. His hair is disheveled and his breathing is accelerated just the slightest, the normally composed demon uncharacteristically affected by your stunt.

You know you must look just as enticing, your own hair mussed by the wind and your cheeks flushed from the exercise.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" You ask, a light laugh slipping from your lips. "For us to be in private, where no demons can see us?"

Your smile never fades, not even when Lucifer tilts your chin up, allowing you to see the darker glint in his beautiful, red eyes.

"Surely you know what demons do in private places like this, MC?" His smirk is amused, as if he expects you to back down any second. But your confidence from before has returned, and you're not taking anything back. "Regretting your decision to lure me into this alley now?

"Aw, and miss seeing you so exhausted from chasing me?" You tease, running a hand through Lucifer's hair to smooth it back into place. "I wouldn't exchange this for the world, Luci."

The demon lets out a low growl, pushing your back to the alley wall as he hovers over you, irritation present in the furrow of his brow—though there's something else to his expression, too. Something passionate. Something lustful. "I am not exhausted."

"Oh? So you'll be fine with chasing me for another ten minutes?" You ask, already motioning to begin your run again, but Lucifer's arms cage you in before you can leave.

"You're bold," He mutters, lifting you so that your legs can't carry you away from him again, pressing you against the wall so that you're even taller than him. "Did Asmo tell you to do this?"

"He might have given me the idea," You giggle, playing with Lucifer's hair. "Though this is even better than what I thought it would be like. I think I like being taller than you. Almost like I'm on top of you."

"Oh, angel," Lucifer coos mockingly, pressing your head back as he collides his lips with yours. "You are definitely not on top."

Before you can protest at the claim—your angelic mind still too pure to understand the concept of tops and bottoms—the demon's hands are roaming your body, keeping one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your thigh.

"Lucifer," You mumble breathlessly when he leaves a trail of butterfly kisses, lips ghosting over your neck as he presses against them chastely. "What are you doing?"

"What did you think would happen when you lured me here, MC?" He chuckles deeply, drawing back as he angles your chin down to look at him, thumb still pressing against your lower lip. "Don't you know that it's dangerous to be caught alone with a demon?" He leans back briefly, eyes locking with yours. "Do you want me to stop?"

You hesitate for a moment, knowing that Lucifer will honor whatever you say. A part of you wants to say yes, to stay loyal to your holy roots and to pull him back out of the alley and back into the open streets, where you're safe from temptation. But then you have the small part of you that wants more of Lucifer, more of this moment, and more of him. You cup his cheek, not missing the way he instinctively leans into your touch.

You trust him.

"Keep going."

Words desert you when Lucifer drags his tongue along the bottom of your ear, the motion strange enough to pull a surprised gasp from your ears but sensual enough to make it sound like a moan, and then the demon's restraint truly has vanished and he's smirking, now devoted seeing all the other sounds he can pull from your lips.

He leans forward, leaving a long lick over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbone, smirking when it acts as a virtual blueprint to your most sensitive spots. He hovers over them, blowing cold air wherever you react to it, savoring the way your legs wrap around him on instinct, a desperate attempt to pull him closer.

Nothing he does is meant to leave a mark.

No, Lucifer knows he's already tainted your purity enough with the darkness of his light, painting your wings black and your halo dark with his energy alone. He can't risk anyone looking upon your skin and being able to tell that he was there.

But in no way does he allow that to stop himself from claiming you.

Your head rests against the cold stone wall behind you while Lucifer holds your body in place, cautiously running his tongue over your skin and then dragging his teeth along the spot to see your reaction, the tantalizing shiver that runs down your spine with his every movement. He grips your hips firmly, his hold never wavering even when he lifts you higher and begins peppering your stomach with kisses. For once, the demon seems to appreciate the revealing nature of your clothes, his tongue trailing over every inch of exposed skin on your abdomen, lips dancing over the two holes in the side of your top like it's the only thing he knows how to do.

It's hardly long before he's trailed even lower to your thighs, and then he's placed a cautious kiss to the most sensitive place on your entire body.

A shudder runs through your body.

Your eyes flutter close on instinct, but then they're opened wide as you realize what's about to happen. "L-Lucifer, wait," You stutter out. He looks up at you curiously. "Not—not here—" You manage to murmur in the brief moment of clarity you get when his lips leave your body.

The edges of his lips curve upward at your words, nodding subtly. And then he's pressing them against your skin again, but this time he's trailing higher and higher and before you know it his lips are back on yours, his hands gently setting you back down on the floor while he holds your chin.

"Now, are you finally ready for me to take you back to Purgatory Hall?" You glance up at his amused smile, and he seems all too pleased with the flush of your cheeks.

"Fine…" You manage to murmur without stuttering in embarrassment, grabbing Lucifer's hand as you pull him out of the alley. The air feels hot where he kissed you so fervently, and it almost feels like the wind has changed by the time the two of you are in the public street once more, cooler now as if it knows of the sins you committed with Lucifer. But the thought is gone from your mind as soon as it appears, replaced by the realization that Lucifer isn't pulling his hand away as he walks you back in the direction of the R.A.D. campus.

You're not sure when the pink of your cheeks finally fades, or when you regain enough of your composure to talk to Lucifer, but it must have happened somewhere along the way because by the time the two of you are in front of your dorm, you're locked in a pleasant conversation once more, arms swinging back and forth just the slightest as you venture up the steps.

"I suppose this is where we part," Lucifer finally says after a moment of silence. "Are you ready for school to begin tomorrow?"

"Yeah," You respond. "I'll see you in the courtyard before homeroom?"

Lucifer nods, muttering a quiet farewell before he begins to descend the steps.

"Wait!" You call, grabbing his wrist before he can get too far. He stops instantly at your call. "I, um…" You fiddle with the edges of your clothes, suddenly embarrassed once more.

This is so stupid, you can't help but think. Lucifer just spent almost half an hour kissing every inch of your body in an alley. Earlier, the two of you made out on the floor. There's absolutely no reason to be flustered.

But you are.

"Close your eyes," You order, somewhat halfheartedly. If Lucifer notices, though, he doesn't comment and simply opts to obey. With the way he angles his body toward you, you're certain he already knows what you're going to do.

But you don't back out.

The kiss ends faster than it began, nothing more than a brief peck you lay on Lucifer's cheek—and then you're calling "Bye!" out to the demon and slamming the door of Purgatory Hall in his face before he can tease you any more than he already has.

You hear him chuckle lightly as he walks away, and slowly the beating of your heart fades.

Normal, you think. This is the new normal, for us.

The very thought plants a smile on your face.

***

For the first time, sleep comes easily to you when you finally get in bed after talking to Simeon, bathing, and setting up your binder.

Mind unweighted by concerns over your wings turning black, you finally feel free as you drift off to dreamland. Your year has yet even to begin—and you're already in a relationship with Lucifer, unofficial as it may be.

When the morningtime comes, Simeon doesn't need to wake you, the angel surprised to find you bouncing out of bed long before you have to. You feel like you're in heaven once more: what is not to love? At last, everything in your life seems perfect. You have Lucifer by your side, two angels to keep you company, a (very) interesting human to keep you on your toes, and you actually get to go to school for the first time in thousands of years.

Life is perfect.

"You have everything you need?" Simeon confirms for the umpteenth time as he clasps your Celestial cloak around your shoulders, hesitant to finish the task. He knows all too well that you'll be off the moment he's done. "Are you positive you don't want to wait for the rest of us, little lamb?"

You nod, trying to give Simeon the most reassuring smile you can.

"I'll be fine."

And for the present, the words are true.

You'll be fine today, and tomorrow, and the day after, and for weeks past that point. In fact, it'll be a very long time until you're not fine, because there are suddenly so many good things going on in your life.

But a long time is not forever.

Because the clock is ticking, and while you've both forgotten it, you and Lucifer don't have eternity to spend with each other. No matter what Diavolo does, or what else the High Seraphs allow you to do, this exchange program is temporary.

But you'll allow yourself to forget that fact for a bit longer, for the sake of enjoying this newfound bliss.

It would be a sin not to.

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Word count: 4.1k

Notes: Short chapter, but the next one is LONG - we've finally crossed the halfway point in this story, and things are going to pick up from here on out :D aka, shit sort of hits the fan at the end of the next chapter lolol

Notes 2.0: OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER POSTED THIS I HAD IT WRITTTEN AND EVERYTHING BUT ME AND MY DUMB SELF JUST NEVER POSTED GAAAH -- i noticed that i wasnt getting any comments or likes but i just thought that no one liked the chapter and i was like :( but now that i realize i made such a stupid blunder im ACTUALLY really :(

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tulip-simp-artist · 3 years

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Eden’s Letters, Lucifer

Summary: Eden writes a letter to their love, Lucifer, from the Human World explaining a quite traumatic event from their childhood.

Warnings: Depression, bullying, references to suicide, references to cutting/self harm, possible spoilers for season two of Obey Me.

Character(s): Eden (My MC), Lucifer (mentioned), other brothers (mentioned), Lord Diavolo (mentioned), Solomon (mentioned)

Note: I have not played season 3 of Obey Me so this is clearly a not canon timeline of the events after season 2. Eden is my MC and this is just how they would react to the events of season 2. I’m just exploring Eden’s character more and figured I would share.

You might want to read Eden’s letter to Solomon first as it is referenced in their letter to Lucifer.

♦️Dear My Darling Lucifer♦️

This is Eden writing to you, mostly to personally apologize through my own words in my own way, instead of through Lord Diavolo or maybe even Solomon if he mentioned anything about his letter. For up and leaving like I did without giving you the chance or time to say goodbye or anything, I am truly sorry. I know it must have hurt you to hear I had left without any goodbyes or any warnings. I want you to know I did this in hopes you wouldn’t completely put the blame of me leaving on yourself. I never would have left you, Lucifer, I love you and just leaving hurt me too. I wanted to stay, stay in the Devildom, stay with you and your brothers in the House of Lamentation...especially you, Luci. I mentioned in Solomon’s letter that I didn’t think I could find out what I needed to know while being in the Devildom, this is still true. I would have loved to be there to feel the support I know you would all provide for me as I figured things out, but sometimes things need to be done on one’s own. I hope this makes sense to you, but if not that’s fine. Just know I have every planned to come back to the Devildom in due time, and when I do I hope you will still hold the same feelings for me as you did before I left. If you don’t, though saddened I will understand, for as a human I would know best that I can’t expect everyone to just wait for me to turn up in the Devildom again and still welcome me with open arms. Especially since I have no clue how long I will stay in the Human World; I hope not all that long, but things take time.

With one final apology, I would like to tell you something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now; I had hoped to tell you in person, but this will have to do. As you have seen my arms, you know I have not thought my past to be an easy one. Due to my curse, children I grew up with, and even some adults around me, thought differently of me without even knowing me. I rarely relied on anyone, but myself, because I didn’t know anyone who wouldn’t judge me for something I was clearly born with. Well that was the case for most of my life, but it wasn’t always like that. I used to rely on someone, be comforted by someone, someone who didn’t care about a silly curse. She was one of few friends I had when I was young and I thought she and I would always be there for each other for years on end. I thought of her like a sister and I was her annoying little sibling who had all the hope in the world, hope for the future and beyond. At one point in life I thought I was unstoppable; that was so long ago I don’t know how I could so easily think like that. I was blissfully, yet painfully, unaware of the pain she endured in my place. Kids who would have bullied me bullied her in my place because she refused to let me feel what they put her through. Physical and verbal bullying she went through for me and I never knew until...until the day she lost. It was too much, but she didn’t want to suddenly watch me get bullied because she stepped back and stopped protecting me. She knew it would happen either way and she’d rather not watch and listen or even know that I was being hurt, as she put it, because of her. I was the first to see her after she ended it...and I will never forget it. I was horrified and yet at the same time I tried to force myself to believe she was alive, that it was all a cruel joke. My only friend left me in the worst way I thought possible, I was left alone again. Unwanted at birth and unwanted years later. I completely blamed myself for her choices even after I read her last words to me. Ever since then I wasn’t the same happy, slightly annoying child; bullying that ensued didn’t help me either. I hope this explains some of my past actions to you, again this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I wanted you to know.

Like I told Solomon, I will leave you to make a judgement call on what the others need to know and how much they need to know. I trust you the most and that won’t change easily and I hope you remember that, Luci. You have helped me a lot even without knowing it, you’ve helped me, and I don’t know if I can ever repay that; I’m sure leaving seems like the opposite of payment, but I you will also trust me on this. That's all I have to say, I think. Well I will continue writing to you, Lucifer.

Love, Eden Thorn♡

P.S. My middle name is Rose, I’m surprised Levi got it so quickly!

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