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"Let's Go Home" | Lucifer, Mammon

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1k A/N: Just had a random fluff idea from the dialogue of one of my wips

Lucifer

It had been a long day, the demon brothers were up to their usual antics but somehow it was much, much worse today. Mammon running off on a new money making scheme, Leviathan chasing up on said Avatar of Greed for his growing debt. Satan getting caught up in a swarm of adoring fans charmed by Asmodeus and Beelzebub on a rampage for his next meal. For once Belphegor wasn’t asleep, only laughing sadistically at another chaotic day. And by the sidelines you stood, watching the brothers, shoulders slowly rising throughout the day until they were at your ears. You were silent, almost ready to burst.

“I’m going home,” you muttered to Lucifer who stood beside you. He looked at you with raised eyebrows as you already turned your back to him, walking off. You were usually more resilient than this. Hell, you were usually a part of this chaos. And yet here you were, finally withdrawing from the demonic realm, not with a bang but with a whimper. You didn’t throw a tantrum, you didn’t storm off enraged, you merely started walking and Lucifer couldn’t fight the uncomfortable ache in his chest.

“It will take more than that to arrange your return to the human realm.”

“What?” You turned back with furrowed eyebrows. Looking off as you scoured your mind, you started to fidget as you realised what you said. You started with a nervous chuckle as you desperately tried to ignore the heat coming to your face, wide eyes now preoccupied with a loose thread on the hem of your shirt. “Oh. Well, when I said ‘home’ I actually meant… uh…”

“The House of Lamentation?” Lucifer’s grin looked smug but his emotions were far from it. As you nodded slowly but surely he masked his exhale of relief as one of exasperation towards his brothers. They would be suitably taken care of later. Right now, his focus was on the dear exchange student who was acclimatising to the Devildom. Who, despite how expansive the House of Lamentation was, has managed to light up every winding corridor and neglected room. Who, despite Lucifer’s own best efforts, has not only situated themselves comfortably in his home, but also his heart.

A hand placed on the small of your back, he gently pushed you away from the ruckus.

“What are you smiling about?” You eventually asked as you turned your head to him. Usually Lucifer would instantly drop his expression upon being caught red-handed like this, but it only softened.

“Calling the House of Lamentation your home is proof of how this exchange program has been a success. I’m sure Diavolo would be thrilled to hear about this.”

He doesn’t mention how although the mansion was his home to begin with, it didn’t feel as such until you entered it.

Mammon

Somehow with your time at Devildom you had amassed a lot of contacts and friends, totalling a network that rivalled Asmodeus’. And with that inevitably came times when you were off on your own - often at Purgatory Hall - leaving Mammon alone.

No, he did not miss your presence, is what he adamantly told his brothers as he paced back and forth by the front door of the House of Lamentation. He was just being a good brother, not only cleaning the furniture around the front door but also a reliable guardian - Lucifer did entrust you to his care after all! No one is able to drag him to where the front door is out of his sight. True to his sin, he’s greedy to be the first you greet and the first to greet you.

But even with his trusty D.D.D. in hand, Mammon’s patience was wearing thin as you didn’t return when you said you would. Yes, Mammon may have spam texted you an ungodly amount, and you did eventually reply about how you were trying to convince Solomon not to cook but Mammon still wasn’t satisfied. Not until you were here in person for the movie night you were currently half an hour late for.

The door clicks open to reveal your slumped figure, an exhausted but content smile on your face.

“I’m home.”

“About damn time!” Mammon complained as he practically crashed into you with a hug. Feeling the door against your back, you were glad you closed it in time else you two would’ve fallen over. “Yer late, y’know that? You got some nerve takin’ this long ‘n’ makin’ the Great Mammon wait and-”

“Mammon?”

You tried to push him off so you could look at his face but he was unusually silent as he stared at you with wide eyes. Completely still, the only thing that changed was his reddening cheeks.

After a couple of pokes to his cheek - his skin burned under your touch - he shook his head as he linked arms with you, haphazardly pulling you towards his room. The silence was becoming unnerving as he fixed his gaze to the ground, almost walking into a wall had you not pulled him away last minute.

Eventually you asked him if he was alright.

“Did ya mean that?”

“Mean what?” You tilted your head as Mammon closed the door to his room.

“You called this place home.”

You hummed curiously as you tried to rack your memory. “Oh, yeah I guess I did. You just make this place comforting.”

“Don’t say stuff like that without warnin’!” Mammon complained, shaking his head furiously.

You laughed at his flustered state as you took the initiative to put on a movie. Settling back beside him with the two of you under a blanket, Mammon found his gaze settled on you instead of the screen. How your being emanated a comforting warmth through the blanket, your weight against him grounding him. He found himself agreeing with you. This really is home.

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May I request something like your "let's go home" work (with Lucifer and mammon) but with beel belphie and leviathan instead? I would love to see how they'd react to you calling HOL your home. - ⛓️

I TOOK MY SWEET TIME I'M SO SORRY SKDFJSKD BUT IT'S DONE!! Thank you for requesting ⛓️anon!! Unfortunately I couldn't think up anything for Beel, my mind blanked but I hope you enjoy Belphie and Levi's parts!!

"Let's Go Home" | Belphegor, Leviathan

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff, slight angst Word Count: 1.1k Warning: Levi self-deprecation

Belphegor

Belphegor has long accepted that you will never truly be at ease around him. For all he’s done it was to be expected, but he tried. He did what he could to pick up the shattered pieces of what you two could have had, putting it together into some wonky form of a pleasant relationship for all to see. But he was sure that when it was just you and him, you will always have your wits about you. He just supposes that for now and forever he will have to be satiated with just you standing around him.

So imagine his surprise when you barge into his shared bedroom, bringing Belphie out of his slumber. He noticed your slumped posture, how your shoulder deflated in time to your hefty sigh. And then the two of you made eye contact. The grip on his pillow instinctively tightened.

“Looking for Beel?”

“Looking for some peace and quiet,” you muttered as you sent a wary glare to the closed door behind you. Even through the timber, you could hear the distant shouts and heavy footsteps on Leviathan chasing up Mammon on unpaid debts.

“Shouldn’t have come to the House of Lamentation, then,” Belphie murmured.

You offered a half hearted chuckle - you didn’t have the energy for anything more than that - before walking up to him. You did not notice how Belphie’s eyes were trained on you in confusion and curiosity as you wordlessly joined him on his bed (or if you did, you spoke nothing of it). It was a little awkward at first as you tried to make yourself comfortable beside a Belphie who was wondering if he was still dreaming. As you lightly pulled at his pillow, he wasted no time to obey, almost throwing it across the other side of the room. You slotted into his arms instead, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Instinctively one arm of his was around your waist, the other following your spine until his hand rested on the back of your head. To him, you were the perfect fit.

“Yeah, but I wanted to be home,” you whispered as you wriggled a little, trying to snuggle closer into him.

The seventh faltered. He dared to tighten his hold on you ever so slightly, just for a bit more reassurance that this was more than a lucid dream. This wouldn’t have been the first time his mind betrayed him like this, after all.

“... this is… home to you?”

“Yeah?” Your words had become a little slurred with fatigue, and Belphie had half the mind to tease you out of how adorable you sounded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it when he realised his voice failed him. He wanted to question you, he knew he wasn’t exactly the most accommodating nor the most soothing. But then again, who was he to doubt your tastes? He was the dear, spoiled youngest brother, and if you were going to spoil him with your attention he'll simply eat it up. So instead, he let his lips settle into a comfortable grin that only widened when he heard your soft snores, and stayed on his face even when he fell asleep.

Leviathan

“That’s it, I’m going home,” you sighed in exasperation, rubbing your face for a bit before turning away. A pop up store providing exclusive merchandise was in Devildom for only three days and Levi just had to try it. Despite the two of you queuing for two hours, you caught wind of said products were already sold out. Walking away, Levi turned to you in a panic, eyes wide in disbelief at your announcement. Without a second thought he was holding you still with both of his hands clutching onto your wrist as he bowed down, shaking his head disapprovingly at himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

He didn’t even know what he was apologising for, but it felt like it was the right thing to do as cold sweat started to gather at his temples. He was apologising for everything with those few words. Sorry for making you wait, sorry for dragging you along with him, heck he should never have even brought up his stupid little otaku pop up shop! And now you’ve had one too many of his antics and now you want to leave the Devildom entirely, don’t you? He’s sorry his presence is such a detriment! He’s sorry that he himself doesn’t have the power to send you back to the human realm where you want to be, but he’s also sorry that he’s so selfish that he doesn’t want you to leave. And what will Lucifer and the rest of the brothers say when they realise he’s the one that made you want to leave them?

Upon feeling that you weren’t moving, Levi mustered all of his draining confidence to dare look up at you, and upon seeing your face a mix of concern and confusion, he ended up mirroring it.

“Levi it’s okay, let’s just go home,” your tone was soothing now as you squeezed his hand.

“B-but…” Levi froze as you watched him curiously, the gears visibly turning in his head. “I don’t know how to get you back… well, I do but I’m not powerful enough. I’m sorry for being such a useless-”

“Levi!” you pleaded, tugging him gently and he started to walk with you. “I’m sure you know the way back to the House of Lamentation.”

“... eh?”

“The House of Lamentation?” You repeated, a smile creeping up your face as Levi looked absolutely stupefied.

The House of Lamentation? Home?

There was once a time where he could never comprehend the House of Lamentation as home, all of Devildom was unfit for him. Perhaps that was the forgotten part of envy, the ego that believed he was too good for such a world. And now look at where it has taken him, he’s stooped down to the level of demons whether he liked it or not. And that voice hasn’t disappeared, it has only been pushed back to the corner of his mind, quiet but still there, chastising himself for letting himself go, descending to the depths.

Similarly, he always thought Devildom was unfit for you; you were far too good for anything here, including himself. But if you keep smiling at him like that and insist on staying here, perhaps your own brilliance will make this realm worth your while.

Your hand is in his and his grip tightens.

“Oh- um, home? Y-yeah! I can take you there, then.”

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What’s in a Name? | Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader

The Wanderer has accumulated so many titles over the years, you wonder if you can give him one of your own.

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, You’re not the Traveler, Slightly OOC? (Idk man just let me write my fluff 😭) Word Count: 1.2k Warning: This was loosely inspired by a potential leak for the 3.3 Archon Quest so please don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. Also not proofread WHOOPS A/N: I usually post on my laptop but I’ve only got my phone right now so the formatting’s a little off. I’ll fix it up once I get access to my laptop again 👍

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“That staring. It’s disturbing.”

In truth you didn’t realise you were staring. You couldn’t help it when there was nothing else to do. The two of you had found a freshwater lake to recuperate at. Both of you situated on your respective rocks by the water, your gaze naturally drifted to him when he took up your mind.

Despite travelling together for months, the stubborn little man was somewhat of an enigma to you. But the mystery wasn’t his past - you were fortunate to have him finally open up to you - but what you two were. Months of wandering through Teyvat with no choice but to trust each other with your lives and you still had nothing to personally call him by.

You cleared your throat as you angled yourself towards him.

“So, uh, Scaramouche-“

“It’s Wanderer now.”

“Right, sorry. Force of habit. Can I ask-“

“No, you can not.”

“… Rude. Anyway, is Wanderer a new name? Or a title like ‘Balladeer’?”

“It’s a title.”

“Can I ask what your name is now?”

“… Wanderer is a title and name.”

He always thought he was slick, skirting around answers but he always conveyed more information than he realised. How his cold gaze went from hostile to distant but lonely all the same. He simply had no name, not anymore.

A title can only go so far. You remembered a time you met the fabled Traveler, and instead of calling them such, called them by their actual name the instant they entrusted it to you. You’d never forget the special glint in their eyes when they heard it.

How far could the blue themed man beside you last walking aimlessly across Teyvat with nothing to hold onto except for the very clothes on his back and hat on his head?

“Do you want a name?”

“What’s with all these questions?”

“I’m just curious. If you haven’t realised, your situation is pretty unique.”

“I told you the name is ‘Wanderer’.”

“That’s pretty lame.”

“You-“ His head snapped to you, face lit up in anger until he saw the teasing smile creeping up your face. He didn’t bother stifling his groan as he rolled his eyes and angled his head back to the ground.

“I’m figuring out a new one,” he replied.

“I could give you a name if you want.”

“No.”

“What, are you worried I’m going to give you a stupid name?”

“I know you’re going to give me a stupid name.”

“I’ll have you know my pet seelie loves the name I gave them.”

“That isn’t reassuring.”

Pouting, you turned your full body to him.

“If not a name, can I give you another title then?”

He fell silent, facing forwards to the water as he averted your gaze. His face was unreadable but it was better than his perpetual scowl so that was a good sign, at least.

The Wanderer, hoping you have given up your antics, spared a glance at you only to snap it back to the water when your eyes met. He blames the scorching sun for his cheeks heating up, even though his hat shrouds his entire figure in shade.

“You don’t have to take the title up yourself,” you bargained. “Just a little thing I can call you myself.”

Scaramouche shot you a look that said if anything, that’s worse. But then after some contemplation and mutterings of ‘how the hell do I put up with you’ he shifts a little closer to you. As always, when it came to you he found himself relenting.

“Fine.”

“Thank you, my love,” you beamed.

One second.

Two.

Three.

The Wanderer almost fell into the water.

“You-“ He’s nearly choking on air, dryly coughing into the back of his fist as he sat on the ground having fallen off his makeshift chair. “I- huh- what?!”

“Shhh, you’re going to wake up the entire forest at this rate,” you snickered before you leaned over him, offering a hand to him. He stared at it like it was a foreign appendage before batting your hand away and scrambling up on his own. Situating himself back on his rock, he angled himself away from both you and the water. You didn’t even bother to hide your crestfallen expression.

“Your attempts at humour are pathetic.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

You faced him still, fighting how every fibre in your body was telling you to look away with how he scrutinised you over his shoulder. He needed to know you meant it, you prayed silently to the archons he knew from your face how genuine you were. But at the sound of his scowl you instantly moved away and faced out to the water.

It had been a long time since the Wanderer was given a title beyond one he set for himself. Of course, “Balladeer” was appointed by the Tsaritsa, but since when was such a title so affectionate? A title so personal, so full of warmth. His first title was the title of “friend”, given to him by someone he would call “friend” back.

And look where that got them. Look how such a title caused him to be left behind.

And now somewhat wants to call him “my love”? Especially you, of all people? The very one who has been transforming his perspective on the world even though he wanted to be stuck in his old ways? The sunlight wasn’t warm enough as a shiver went down his spine.

“No one has used such a title for me before,” he stated as he reoriented himself to face you again, heart cracking just a little at your dejected figure. You jumped at his voice, but you didn’t look at him, eyes focused on your hand that created ripples in the water that sparkled under the daylight. He wanted to continue and say that such titles are weak but his mouth only hung open. No more words came out, but why?

In his silence, you eventually came to face him. You tried to play off your smile as cheeky but he knew better. It was timid, masking over your true vulnerability and uncertainty.

“Well then, I can be the first…?”

His eyes were distant as he looked straight ahead at nothing in particular. On his face, a small but rare smile as he clicked his tongue in mock contemplation.

“Hm… I guess you can.”

Blinking, you shook your head in disbelief. Did you just hear that right? The Wanderer accepting the title you offered him? When you refocused on him, his head was down, hat tipped over his burning face as he looked away.

“We’ve rested long enough. We should keep moving...”

You nod dumbly, hurriedly moving past him to pack your items. As you brushed shoulders with him, your momentum sent a breeze against your ears, the gentle wind carrying a whisper.

“… my love.”

You whipped around to the source of the voice to see the Wanderer looking very amused. Wearing the widest smirk, you’d believe he was mocking you save for the rouge dusting his cheeks, how his icy irises were only thin rings against his dilated pupils.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice so you sent him a bright smile as response. A smile that he couldn’t help but mirror as he tipped his hat back down over his face.

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I've never really been one for soulmate AUs but a soulmate AU with Solomon hits different.

Solomon, who traded his mortality. He's permanently stuck in this single stage in his life. Even demons and angels age, albeit slower, so there will be a day where he will be continuing the play of life, with an entirely different cast but only he is the same. Even further, there will be a day where he is the sole soul wandering the three realms. That loneliness is already hitting him though, he's so isolated from everyone and everything else, there is so much he can't relate to and he can't be bothered to catch up.

He laughs bitterly at the concept of a soulmate. If there was one for him, they'd be long gone. He has nothing left except for his body that frustratingly will not wither and he can only glare in envy at the couples that surround him.

But then you come in, not after decades, or centuries, but millennia of Solomon living, and you're his soulmate? This is more than just soulmates, this is proof that giving up his mortality was the right choice. He's not some man that's past his expiry date, he's not the remnant of a past that's been lost to the sands of time, a cog that doesn't fit in the machine of modern life. The fact you're here, connected with him tells him that he is meant to be here in the now, alive if not for anything more than to guide you through life - and that was enough for him.

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Caelus Relationship Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers Word Count: 1k TRAILBLAZER FEELING IN THIS HOUSEHOLD RN - CAELUS, WHAT A PRETTY MAN <333 Also first Honkai Star Rail post WOWOWOWOWOWOW A/N: Of course, being the MC there are various interpretations of Caelus’ personality but this is just mine, please enjoy~

Everyone on the Astral Express knew you two were going to be together before you became official. March 7 is very vocal about how she thinks you two look good together, Dan Heng gives just the slightest side-eye when you and Caelus hang out and Pom-Pom will make random complaints that you’re neglecting them for Caelus. Welt and Himeko will also make you two pair up for missions if only a duo is needed - or even for simple errands that could really be done solo

Despite that, it was hard for you to tell that Caelus liked you. He didn’t seem to treat you any differently to March 7 or Dan Heng (save for his tinted cheeks), he had no problem approaching you or interacting with you and he always enjoyed teasing you like a good friend with the rest of the group. It was only when the two of you were alone where the cracks would show, and he just makes terrible small talk as his mind draws blanks and he internally panics

“So… uh, nice weather today, huh?” “Caelus, we’re in space.” “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

When Caelus confessed to you, it was nothing excessive, in fact, he was a little too casual about it. You would usually have dinner together and one evening he started stuttering, saying he knew a fancy place to eat and that it could double up as a date. You needed him to repeat himself because you didn’t see it coming

While Caelus isn’t excessively loud or boisterous, he still carries himself with confidence and can dish out some good banter. Your relationship is full of those sorts of antics but when it comes to more serious and intimate moments, he gets shy very quickly. He’s not experienced with relationships and he can’t imagine anything worse than accidentally upsetting you. He’s the type to ramble on when uncertain, narrating his stream of consciousness until not even he could remember what he was originally going to say. Wake him out of his stupor with a kiss and he’ll be back in the moment with you (he still can’t remember what he wanted to say, though)

Caelus is your #1 fan, that man is rooting for you for everything. You need him for support in a fight? His weapon is at the ready. You want him around to help you study? He’s not the best at staying quiet but he tries his damn hardest for you. Do you need a break from any activity? Caelus is running in with a towel and refreshments and asking if you need anything else as he gives you a shoulder massage

Despite Caelus being very protective, he will never stop you if you want to do something dangerous such as joining him in battle. He wants to see you flourish and grow, and if that means being in harm’s way, then at least let him join you as your shield so that you two can get through this challenge together. For you, he’s ride or die, and to be fair that strategy has worked perfectly for the two of you so far

“One man’s trash is a Trailblazer’s treasure”; Caelus will bring back many trinkets for you from his travels, so much so that one wall of your room is just covered in his gifts. If they are indeed fished out from a trash can you won’t be able to tell, he loves to tinker and polish items until they’re unique and personalised just for you - you only deserve the best

No matter how frequently he’s gifted you little items, Caelus acts as though it’s the first time. He tries to play it off as something casual, that you shouldn’t think about the gift too much and he doesn’t mind if you’re not keen on it, but his face is bright red, one hand is nervously scratching the back of his neck and he can’t look you in the eyes

Caelus isn’t excessive on the PDA, but he’s still always touching you. He’ll gladly walk around holding hands and swinging arms or linking arms, or having his arm draped across your shoulders, and you’re not safe from pecks on the face and lips. He also loves to give hugs as a greeting and goodbye. He has no problem initiating affection but whenever you do you can literally see him perk up like a meerkat and walk around with a hop in his step. If you ever flirt or compliment him he gives back the sweetest, beaming smile that seems to contain the light of an entire Stellaron

Caelus is a bit of a gacha - and just general mobile games - addict, but he’ll always wait on pulling on the banner or opening a loot box until you’re with him. You’ve become his lucky charm and even though he only games to pass the time when there’s nothing to do, it’s not as fun if you’re not playing with him or at least watching and commentating

Sometimes you can liken Caelus to a puppy. If he’s bored or has nothing to do he’ll just… follow you around as you do your thing. If you need to enter a building alone or talk personally with someone, you can first expect him to get pouty before relenting and loitering around where you are outside. Whenever you enter the same room as him, expect him to immediately gravitate towards you

He’s an absolute nightmare when you two are separated, you’re not going to be able to go for five minutes without your phone vibrating about updates on the Astral Express and how lonely he is without you around and how you need to hurry up and finish what you need to do and- oh, Himeko just gave him permission to join you, give him fifteen minutes and you guys can spend the day together~

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how would the brothers treat reader's little sister when they have to bring their sister to the devildom? and the sister hates them and doesn't trust them because theyre demons.

I have spent so long just cackling at this prompt it’s so funny I LOVE THIS IDEA ANON (even though this has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year WHOOPS)

I’m also presuming MC’s little sibling is SUPER young, like 5 years old in this-

Asmodeus, Belphegor, Leviathan and Mammon with MC’s Little Sibling Who Hates Demons

Genre: Fluff, Comedy Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Experimenting with formatting~ Checked out the posts on my phone and realised everything looked MASSIVE-

Asmodeus

Asmodeus’ appearance has a bewitching effect on your sibling. Although they’re terrified of demons and well aware that Asmo is one, they’re naturally enthralled by his beauty at a distance

But the instant Asmo closes in, they're crying, running away from the Avatar of Lust and taking Asmo’s pride along with them. He’s absolutely devastated and now he’s crying too-

Unfortunately for your sibling, anyone who doesn’t love Asmo is considered an outlier and Asmo will do anything in his power to rectify that. He showers them with little toys, dolls, play makeup and the like so that they at least associate good things with him but it still doesn’t work

He’s been tempted to just charm your sibling on multiple occasions so that they’d like him. But every time he tries, he sees you standing menacingly in the corner, staring daggers into his figure… so he figures that idea is probably off the table

Asmodeus tends to go all out, he doesn’t slowly introduce your sibling into demonic qualities, he just walks around flaunting off his demonic form, he has no concept of moderation. Miraculously, it works. After a few times of your little sibling running to you in tears, they’re now indifferent to Asmo’s alternate form and just run towards him with grabby hands

Naturally as the Avatar of Lust has set his eyes on you, Asmo does all he can to be the best parental figure, always speaking boisterously of how much he's done for your sibling whenever you’re in earshot so that you’d view him in a positive light. Can’t you see just how well he matches with your family? Don’t you think he’d be such an excellent partner?

Don’t be fooled by his supposedly impulsive words though, Asmo keeps by his word and goes above and beyond for your sibling. If you ever leave your sibling in his care, not even a single hair on their head will be out of place when you return

Belphegor

Oh, you have some tiny little relative? Great, keep it away from him. Belphegor couldn’t care less about them

At the start, Belphie was unbearable when it came to your sibling. How dare this thing dare interrupt your time with him? No, he doesn’t care that you two are siblings, you and he are closer than that, right?

Belphie knew his appearance frightened your poor younger relative and he took advantage of that to the fullest. He has no qualms strutting to you in his demon form to make your little sibling cry and run away so that he can have all of your attention

The seventh born will absolutely throw a tantrum if he finds your little sibling tugging at your pants, asking for you to join them for nap time. The world of dreams is his domain and one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and now this little brat is taking your collective alone time away from him?

He’ll only stop his antics once you confront him. He’s a demon. Unless his actions goes against your wishes, he’ll simply keep making your sibling’s life a living hell until they know to shoo

Despite this, he always been like a house cat in how he shows fondness towards your sibling. He’ll grumble and whine about how annoying your sibling is, yet whenever you check in on them you’re bound to find Belphie hovering around the area, sometimes lazing on the opposite side of the room with an eye on them

Belphie easily slips into the teasing older brother role. He doesn’t mollycoddle your sibling but he’s always watching over them and ready to swoop in if any other demons give them a hard time

He’ll never vocalise how your little sibling grew on him. But actions speak louder than words, and when you head up to the attic one day to see your sibling snuggled in his arms for an afternoon nap, you can’t help but smile. They seem to have made amends~

Leviathan

Leviathan panics. They’re even smaller and unpredictable than Luke. They’re terrified of him and he’s terrified of them- no, MC don’t leave yet, Leviathan has no idea what to do! At least tell him they like anime, maybe they can bond over that? Are they even old enough to know what anime is?!

It’s pure awkwardness between the two when you first introduced them. They were standing on opposite sides of the room when you left for fifteen minutes and when you came back they somehow seemed to be even further apart?

Thankfully, your little sibling does seem to recognise some of the anime covers and figurines in Levi’s room. However, they call them ‘cartoons’ and it takes all of Levi’s self control not to correct them

The two eventually end up bonding through parallel play. As Leviathan works tirelessly for hours on a new cosplay, your little sibling will be eyeing him before joining in and trying to make some fabric creation of their own. Otherwise they’re just silently doing their own things in proximity to each other, no word being exchanged for hours between them but they’re getting along all the same

Levi also appreciates how good of a listener your sibling is… technically. As he starts rambling about his latest franchise obsession your sibling is silent in all of it. His words are likely going in one ear and out the other but it’s no problem, he shall enlighten them to the existence of Ruri-chan at a young age!

As much as he loves your little sibling, Levi’s always quick to hand them back to you when you arrive. His poor heart can’t handle the responsibility, but for you he’ll do it. He’ll definitely try if you just need some help taking care of them but you’re still around to guide him. Taking care of your sibling together reminds him of this romance anime he watched recently and now he’s bright red as he realises that the two of you are behaving like a married couple now

Mammon

When you said “I’d like you to meet my family”, Mammon was nervous but ecstatic. People will introduce others to family when they’re super close, even considering marriage, right? You’re saying you love him, right?

What Mammon did not expect was a little kid hiding behind you as they clamped onto your leg, about to burst into tears when Mammon just looked at them. Oh… oh no…

Mammon is the most sensitive and the unofficial mother of the brothers. He’s had to put up with all the outbursts of his brothers when they were little, he can do it all over again if he has to. He adjusts the easiest when he sees your sibling’s discomfort, knows when to pull away and when to come back

In classic Mammon fashion, even if your sibling doesn’t view him in the best light, he is still incredibly protective of them. Lesser demons won’t even have a chance to look in your sibling’s general direction until they’re whisked away and quietly “dealt with” by the Avatar of Greed

Despite how protective he is and how much he reluctantly adores your sibling, he’s a terrible influence. The majority of their ‘bonding’ time is just Mammon trying to drag your little sibling along for his next money making scheme and ends up being extremely defensive when you catch him

“Even in the human world, you gotta learn finance and economics, right? Listen here, kiddo, I’m showin’ ya how to make a real profit- OW, MC, let go of me!”

If your sibling gets so close to Mammon as to call him “papa” or “uncle Mammon”, he will cry tears of joy. He’ll chalk it up to some dust in his eyes but don’t be mistaken, he really feels like he’s a part of your family now

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Permanence | Thoma x Reader

As Teyvat cried out for your aid, you and the Traveler set sail for Sumeru, leaving Thoma behind.

Genre: Angst, One-Sided Love (Thoma loves you <3), You’re not the Traveler (you’re just travelling with them), Hopeful(-ish?) Ending Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Haven't seen much Thoma angst so I decided to do it myself :DDD good GRIEF my writing is rusty but still hope you enjoyed~

Despite being a foreigner, Thoma had gotten used to the ways of the land. Ever since he was swept onto the shores as a young boy and taken in by the Kamisato Clan, he had grown up in the land of eternity. The nation turned and worked like clockwork, shops open and close at the same time, Thoma could expect to see the same faces on his errands. Every morning he would greet his masters and colleagues, every night he would bid them a goodnight as he returned to his chambers and the cycle would repeat. That was the routine he followed, and the rest of the nation was bound to it too, rising up each morning knowing what was to come and who to talk to.

And as such, he wasn’t particularly experienced in goodbyes.

He wasn’t used to the tightening in his heart as the Crux successfully made port, his heart would usually be racing. It should be racing, the ship would bring new exotic produce or even better, more fascinating people. But not today. Not today on this annoyingly bright day that promised good weather and calm seas. Not on this day where the Crux would be leaving with you.

Instead, his heart was now in the depths.

“That should be everything,” Beidou called out to the crew, nodding in satisfaction at the restocked cargo and they started to reboard. You and the Traveler stayed on the dock for the final debriefing with the Yashiro Commission.

“We cannot thank you enough for your contribution to Inazuma,” Ayato said.

“Have safe travels but please do come again,” Ayaka’s smile was brighter than her brother’s.

“You know, I’ve never been to Sumeru,” Thoma stated, innocently. It was a sudden comment. Whatever it took to have you regarding him with that smile again.

“Neither. Apparently the temperature can take a toll on you but it still sounds like an amazing place.”

It was adorable how you glowed at the mention of another land. He remembered seeing it when you first stepped into Inazuma, each island bringing a fresh aesthetic seen nowhere else in Teyvat. Even when he first brought you to the Kamisato Estate, you reacted as if he took you to the edge of the world. When you commented on how well kept the place was, Thoma couldn’t help but beam at your praise.

No matter where he took you, you would hold an expression of wonder as you would take in the surroundings, and Thoma? Well, he would be taking in the miraculous sight that was you. It was not as if he was missing anything, your shining eyes reflected the environment perfectly for him. He could stare at it all day. You definitely had fond memories here - Thoma wouldn’t let you leave until you did - but with that fondness came familiarity. Weeks of commissions and repetition left you with a comfortable but weary smile. It had been a long time since Thoma saw your eyes hold such wonder and curiosity and he got to see it again.

Right when you were leaving him.

“Once we figure out Sumeru, we might go back to Mondstadt in a few weeks to pay some old friends a visit,” you explained. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been in Mondstadt, right? We should meet there.”

“Of course!” Thoma responded, instinctively taking a step forward. Your smile widens as you put a hand on his shoulder and he places a hand on top of it. He doesn’t think about the looks that the Kamisatos are giving them, he can feel it on the back of his skull. It would look neutral to you but Thoma could read the nuances. He doesn’t want to see their faces ever so slightly creased in pity, silently apologising that their retainer has a duty that ties him to the land. He doesn’t need to be reminded of the chores that he would usually welcome with open arms. Not now. There is a more fleeting matter in front of him.

He tries to ingrain the feeling of your hand in his. How reassuring the weight of your hand on his shoulder is. If he had known that these affections would be so finite, he would have savoured them all more. Every brush of the hand, every ruffle of the hair, every hug at the end of the day. They were so casual, an instinctive way of life similar to breathing. And now he was taking in one last gasp of air, a final breath that would have to last him for archons knows how long.

He was holding his breath when you pulled away, finally boarding the Crux. He wracked his mind for anything he could say or do to make you stay. To turn around and say that you should stay for one more night, perhaps one more hotpot game? But he was no strategist like the Yashiro Commissioner, such schemes didn't come naturally to him. Even the Hydro Archon seemed to be against Thoma, with how gentle the seas were as the waves lapped gently at the shore. Each pull back from the shore was a gentle tug to the Crux, lulling it out to the glistening waters. Never did the world beyond Inazuma look so inviting.

“Any final words for our dear allies?” Ayato asked his sister and to his retainer, but the slight inclination of his head suggested it was directed to the latter. Thoma swallowed and looked at the ground abashedly.

“May I, milord?”

“Of course.”

He took a step forward. Then a second. His legs were as stiff as the wooden planks he was trudging on. Rickety, unstable, he wanted to blame his janky walk on the uneven floorboards and not how his cracking heart made his world feel like it was spinning. Only when he looked at you could he balance himself. The one constant as you stood at the front of the ship, leaning over in anticipation once you noticed he was walking towards you. His anchor.

Perhaps, Thoma could tell you how much he wanted to be with you. There could be a way. Even if he was confined to the islands of Inazuma and couldn’t join your grandiose journeys, he could wait. Wait for your return. Wait for when all was said and done and you could come back here, to him. As a foreigner he was always disconnected from Inazuma, but this he understood: as the land of eternity he would wait an eternity for you. Was it possible? That out of all the marvelous and eccentric individuals you’ve met and will meet on your travels, that you would find him most special?

… who was he kidding.

A mundane civilian is just that regardless of which land they reside in. No matter the ranks he climbed or the loyalty he displayed, he will still be the humble boy from Mondstadt trying to fill in shoes that are too big for him. And yet he still had the gall to even consider winning your affections.

He had no right to, but he still wanted to try. Even when it seemed all of Celestia was mocking him for reaching for something so unattainable. You may be in front of him now, but when will he see you again once you disappear from the horizon? Will he ever see you again? Thoma didn’t have an Anemo vision but perhaps the winds could carry his words instead.

I love you.

But who was he to say such words to you?

“Feel free to come back!” Thoma beamed, smile forcefully widening as you smiled back. He prayed from this distance you didn’t see how his cheeks ached and strained, or how his eyes glistened under the sun. The arm he waved in farewell was more frantic than energetic. But you’re too far away to notice that, or that his arm trembled as he held it in the air, his limb suddenly too heavy as it collapsed to his side. He won’t let you notice, he refuses to be the one to sully the next delightful part of your life that he can’t be a part of. “I speak on behalf of the Kamisato Clan, Inazuma will always welcome you with open arms.”

I will always welcome you with open arms, Thoma bit his cheek as the thought ran through his mind. He gave a half-hearted nod of reassurance - but was he really trying to comfort; you or himself? - as he walked back to his place behind his superiors. He didn’t miss the eyebrow lift from Ayato, or how Ayaka gazed at him with wide eyes, their faces slightly creased with that humiliating pity. A silent apology hung in the air, but he had no need for it. Unless their apology could turn a ship back, or relieve him of the only life he’s ever known, it meant nothing.

And so, when the Crux was past the horizon - Thoma triple checked to make sure - the Yashiro Commission staff all returned to their posts.

“We forgot to arrange a parting gift for them,” Ayaka whispered quietly to her brother under her fan as they wandered back to the estate, even though no one except for Thoma could hear them. “Such dear friends and we couldn’t even offer some refreshments?”

“Ah, so we have,” Ayato hummed in acknowledgement. “Then that just means they will have to return here to make up for our transgression. Isn’t that right… Thoma?”

The Commissioner’s voice was light with mirth, his way of reassurance. Thoma responded with a smile that couldn’t reach his eyes; for when he had watched your figure as it disappeared into the horizon, you did not look back once.

But that was okay.

Thoma couldn’t truly call himself a citizen of Inazuma if he didn’t entertain the thought of eternity. He was alright with returning to business as usual. He can keep preparing dinners even if you’re not there chopping up ingredients beside him. He can negotiate with the hard-headed traders without you knocking some sense into them. He can do it with the uncertain promise of your return, a promise more whimsical than the fortune slips handed out at Narukami Shrine.

Until then, he willed himself to enter the state of waiting. He may not be well-acquainted with farewells, but he was plenty experienced in greetings. And so, he’ll wait for the Crux to dock once again with familiar cargo, so he can say hello to you one more time.

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Swapped! AU (Luke, Simeon, Solomon)

It's the long awaited finale, lads! The final characters for the Swapped AU. Thanks for all the support and love for the headcanons, I didn't expect everyone to enjoy it so much!! I hope you guys enjoy this post as well~

What would the characters in Obey Me be like in a world where they are players of the game and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.8k

Luke

Luke tells everyone he downloaded Obey Me out of sheer curiosity. No, he did not download it to try and bond with the brothers, stop saying that. He just thought it looked nice, he swears on it-

With the bright colours and cool aesthetics, Luke quickly got deeper into the rabbit hole of Obey Me. You became his favourite character in a heartbeat. Even if you don't look tough, you definitely seem like that and super cool at least to him. He wants to be just like you!

As such, he spent a couple of weeks trying to emulate you. Wearing your style of clothes and trying to talk like you. He wanted everyone to think he was cool and he thought you were the prime example of it

Luke has cried from the main plot multiple times. Although the story is often funny and not much is shown explicitly on screen, the thought of curses and monsters sometimes gives him nightmares if he plays the game too late in the night. Those times he has to go to Simeon’s room for comfort

Wants to give you all the hugs! He may not be the tallest person around but whenever something bad happens to you in game he wants to swoop in and protect you. He hates seeing your sad face

Unfortunately, you’ve made Luke become a master procrastinator. If unattended, he will be grinding the game instead of doing whatever homework assigned to him. It got so bad that Simeon or Solomon always have to be present as he studies

His favourite card of yours has a pastel, tea party aesthetic. Pastries laid on a table, large plushies and side characters accompanying you, wearing light coloured formal gear. You’re inviting the camera to take a seat beside you and he really wants to join!

Luke also loves scrolling through fan art with a similar aesthetic. He just loves seeing you smiling, laughing and having a great time with other characters, away from the actual darkness of the main plot

Has cooked your favourite food and baked various cookies with themes to you. As much as he loves sharing his cooking at times he can get a little possessive with the foods he’s made for you, wanting to keep it all to himself

Luke is a responsible spender and he has Simeon supervising him, so anything he buys related to you is few and far between but very meaningful to him. He likes the pastel themed merchandise of you, including a set of baking utensils in your favourite colour

“I’m so sorry to hear you had a bad day, Luke,” Simeon offered a sympathetic smile as he kept the front door open for Luke to stomp in petulantly. “I can organise Solomon to come over and we can spend the night watching movies to take your mind off of things. How’s that?”

Luke took a moment to think before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I want some time alone in my room. And don’t come in!”

Simeon blinked in surprise as Luke hurried off to his room. Simeon was always one to respect the wishes of his loved ones, but Luke’s outburst piqued his interest. Just because he couldn’t come in doesn’t mean he could try and hear what’s happening from the outside…

After packing items away and suitably Solomon-proofing the kitchen for his arrival later today, Simeon tiptoed his way to Luke’s room to try and overhear what was happening. Through the door, the muffled tune of Obey Me’s home screen was playing.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you’re back. Did you have a good day?”

“I didn’t (Y/N), it was such a bad day! The first bad thing was with Mammon calling me a chihuahua. First of all, I’m not a chihuahua-”

Simeon stifled a giggle as the boy ranted on about his day, his screen supposedly listening in. He knew Luke had grown attached to the pixels on the screen that made up the character (Y/N) but he didn’t realise just how much solace Luke found in them.

Eventually there were a few sound effects from tapping on the screen.

“You know, sometimes I don’t understand my friends.”

“Me too! I mean, wait- I don’t think they’re my friends, they’re just my classmates. But they’re kind of cool… in their own way. I want to be like them. And I want them to stop calling me a chihuahua.”

A few more taps yet again.

“Don’t worry, if anything’s troubling you, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, always.”

“You’re the best, (Y/N)! Thanks for listening to my rant… Solomon’s going to be coming over today. I wish you could join us too…”

Before Luke could get more moody, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The boy audibly yelped before hurriedly turning off his phone as Simeon opened the door.

“Did you have a nice conversation with your friend?” Simeon asked teasingly.

“H-huh?! How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much. Only all of it.”

“Simeon!” Luke whined as he grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and stuffing his face into the fabric to hide his growing blush.

Simeon

Downloaded the game when Lucifer was complaining about his brothers’ growing addiction to it. What better way than to understand how they feel than by downloading the game himself? Is what he tells himself but he can’t help but be a little cheeky to Lucifer

Even if you weren’t a character in the game, Simeon likely would keep playing because it was just such an interesting premise. He’s initially oblivious about how he appreciates you more than just an integral character to the plot, but once it hits it hits hard

Once he realises just how much he loves you, any line you say that offers even the slightest flirty tone has Simeon turning the phone screen away from him as he tries to hide his flustered face

Thought you were a real person at first due to the text feature, or there was at least someone real portraying you. Of course him only having set responses was weird but he didn’t know any better. When he realised you were just lines of code, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined

He fails your surprise guest event, repeatedly. No matter how many times you pay him a visit he still fails the event more than he succeeds and it breaks his heart. Solomon took pity and bought a whole bunch of your favourite items on Simeon’s account (even then Simeon’s success rate is depressingly low)

Simeon is enthralled with all your cards that portray you as suspicious and morally grey. With bright lighting in some areas casting dark, contrasting shadows over your face, wearing a knowing smirk as you look to the camera, finger pressed to your lips to make Simeon swear his silence

Likely has discussions with Satan, theory crafting and dissecting your character further. The two together are an unstoppable force when it comes to understanding you and Simeon will gladly contact the developers to help aid the plot under his pen name

Regardless, Simeon contributes to the fandom with fanfiction. He’s made a few AUs and just loves writing intense pieces of fiction about you and tensions with other characters. Still, he can’t help but be a little self-indulgent and write some self inserts and xReader fics

Simeon isn’t really one for official merchandise, but he has bought some fan creations that feel more personalised. In particular a fountain pen designed to your theme, that’s only kept on display remains unused

“Oh, good day Solomon,” Simeon chirped, wearing his gentle smile. “I was wondering if you were going to drop by, Luke’s been missing you.”

“Sorry, I’ve been caught up in learning a new spell,” Solomon responded in kind with a smile of his own. In the living room, he took a seat by a coffee table, opposite Simeon. The two were engulfed in silence for a few moments as Simeon waited for his guest to start a conversation, but Solomon couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were caught up in something else. The uncanny feeling of being watched that sent electricity down his spine. Simeon may be in front of him, but there was another presence here… he turned his head to survey the area.

Solomon stared in disbelief as his eyes settled on the hunched over figure in the corner of the room.

“Don’t mind him,” Simeon waved his hand dismissively, smile widening as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “He’s been like that for an hour now. I think he’s trying to get the confidence to walk closer but when I approach him he scuttles away.”

“First… you tell me you’re Christopher Peugot… the author behind The Seven Lords,” Leviathan started, voice distant as he rambled. In fetal position in the dark corner of the living room, he rocked back and forth with his head in his hands. “And now you’re telling me you’re Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser on Devilblr?! Creator of all the best angst fanfics with the cast and the fluffiest one shots with (Y/N) and who wrote the legendary slow burn series in a royalty AU where the reader is in an arranged marriage with emperor (Y/N)?!”

“I must admit, that second pen name sounds far less admirable but it gets the job done,” Simeon chuckled awkwardly, only making Levi scream into his hands. Solomon watched in amusement as Levi started to rush forward.

“Your autograph! NOW!!”

Levi almost tackled Simeon save for him narrowly dodging with a laugh.

“Of course, let me get some paper-”

“No wait, I’ve got a (Y/N) poster, let me get it from the home!”

Levi dashed out of the room and Solomon turned to Simeon with raised eyebrows.

“Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser?” Solomon mused, smirk widening as Simeon rubbed the back of his head, looking away as heat climbed to his face. “My, you live many double lives, don’t you Simeon?”

“Don’t mention it, I forgot to turn my device off when Leviathan came here and he saw one of my drafts,” Simeon sighed. “I hope he keeps it a secret.”

“He’ll try, that’s the most I can guarantee.”

Solomon started to laugh but stopped when the door creaked open again. The motion was slow and hesitant as a blue tuft of hair timidly peeked through the crack.

“Uh… I haven’t gotten the poster yet… but Simeon… are you down for commissions? I have some (Y/N) fic ideas…”

“For you, my friend? You don’t have to pay me.”

Levi burst into tears of joy.

Solomon

Solomon is a busy man but he likely stumbled across the game on his own due to his natural curiosity and loneliness unless he overheard Asmo going on and on about how fun and pretty the game was and how he simply must download it

His emotions with you felt like a true slow burn. Of course his eyes couldn’t help gravitating towards you when you appeared on screen but it took a good chunk of the main plot until he realised he was genuinely down bad for you. Now no matter how much you’re in the game he’s starving for (Y/N) content

It’s his favourite pastime when he wants to do something mindless instead of studying and if everyone else is busy with their own things. Much like when he’s chasing his other passions, he can completely lose track of time and spend hours progressing through the story and grinding until someone knocks on his door

Your biggest fan, he’s always rooting for you. He loves how you navigate each complication and how you interact with other characters. He’d love to be able to join in with some of the antics

He likes to cook your favourite dish on the regular when he has the time. He tries to encourage others to try it so he can spread appreciation for your character but no one accepts… oh well, that simply means more for him!

His favourite card of you is one where you’re portrayed as a magician of your own. Adorned in a typical sorcerer’s garb, you stand in a darkened room lit up by your various spells as you smile in wonder and awe. Oh, how he’d love to join you and waste the night away lighting up the sky with magic

He tends to keep to himself but he’s a little more open on social media. Under a pseudonym he will go off about how you’re an amazing character and his brainrot. On days where he’s bored and feeling mischievous he may go around and spam content of you throughout the fandom

Might have bought a figure or two of you but overall isn’t big on the whole merch concept. He prefers to make his own little trinkets in dedication to you but if his friends ever gift him anything he’s not complaining

Similarly he doesn’t spend too much money on the game. He feels there are other ways he can appreciate you and get his daily (Y/N) fix. That being said, he’s got some spare change that he’ll glady throw at the game to get his favourite cards or exclusive outfits for you

Solomon is oddly soothed by the "permanence" of your character. Even if something bad happens to you in the main plot, or even in the worst case scenario if you die to further the story, you'll still be there to always greet him on the home screen

Notebooks were strewn across the desk. Messy scrawls barely visible over the dim candlelight. In the centre of it all sat Solomon, eyes flickering between each book as he contemplated in silence. He was so close but so far. It was passable but that wasn’t enough for him. Somewhere in his hastily written notes should be the answer, just a little tweak to make it perfect.

He jolted at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Dinner’s ready, you should really get something to eat,” Simeon called from the other side. “May I enter?”

“Of course.”

Hearing the door creak open, Solomon returned to his musings, finger to chin as he tapped absentmindedly.

“My, a new spell? You’ve been at it for hours,” Simeon stated as he tiptoed towards the sorcerer, trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical ramblings on the paper.

“Days, actually,” Solomon muttered.

“Care to tell me what it’s meant to do? Perhaps another perspective could help-”

Solomon clicked his fingers, a simple ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he scrambled to one of his notebooks. Pen manifested in hand, he crossed out a small part of the script, hurriedly correcting himself as he rewrote the passage. Simeon watched with bated breath as Solomon leaned back, double, triple checking the writing before he turned to Simeon with a cheeky smile.

“Would you like to see the magic in action?”

Simeon swept his arms wide, inviting Solomon to take the stage. The sorcerer straightened his posture, gaze on the book as he started to chant a passage never heard before. This spell was an original, created only by Solomon for his own enjoyment.

As the incantation continued, a low light started to emanate from his hands. The light started to spread, growing at an exponential speed and brightness until it became a blinding white. Simeon stifled a grunt as he screwed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind an arm as the light became too overwhelming. This magic, it was sophisticated, it was strong. He shouldn’t have expected any less from the strongest sorcerer of all time.

He could sense the light dying down. Eventually, Simeon pulled his arm away but his eyes remained closed.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Simeon needed to take a moment. Just what could be the result of such powerful magic? Even opening his eyes seemed to take too long, the anticipation was killing him. He furiously willed his eyes to adjust to the darkness quicker.

In Solomon’s hands…

… was a (Y/N) figurine.

Simeon smiled politely, but his chuckle was confused. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“This is a perfect replication of the exclusive (Y/N) figurine that was on sale last week but already sold out. In all honesty it was far too expensive for me to buy, so I figured it would be a lot cheaper if I just created a spell for me to get my hands on it. In fact, I might try to do this with future forms of merchandise. It’s good practice for spells and- Simeon, what’s with that look of disappointment?”

Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor) (Barbatos, Diavolo)

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When You Have a Mild Injury (Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche)

Requested by dear 🎎-anon with some alterations by me~ After this I'll actually write the 500 followers requests skdfjslkdf. It's as the title says, when you have a minor injury (think a bruise or notable scratch, something that requires no hospitalisation)

Genre: Modern (College?) AU Word Count: 1.3k

Albedo

Medicine and first aid may not be his area of specialty but it’s likely knowledge he’s accumulated over his life. Albedo is calm and collected upon seeing your injury

He says he doesn’t exaggerate much but he’s still firm when you tell him your state is nothing to fret about. He orders you to take a seat on the couch so that he can prepare the necessary equipment

If you’re insecure about your injury being visible, Albedo will also offer to help cover it up with makeup whenever you prepare to go out. You accepted once out of sheer curiosity, you have no idea when or how Albedo became such a professional with makeup, your injury looking nonexistent

He becomes a mother hen, checking in on you more. If you come back to him with another scratch or bruise while your previous one hasn’t fully healed, he’ll just sigh and shake his head like a disappointed parent

Albedo’s head snapped to you when you broke the silence in his office with a sneeze. You hurriedly apologised, seeing yourself out to blow your nose as not to disturb him further. When your nose was suitably soothed, you re-entered his room, only to be greeted with Albedo sitting straight, looking expectantly at you as he gestured to the paper before him. Standing beside him, you looked at it curiously.

“What’s this?” You asked. Leaning down to get a closer look, Albedo instinctively pulled you onto his lap.

“Just a form I’d like you to fill out for me to keep track of your wellbeing,” he said simply.

“Bedo…” you sighed. “It’s just a little injury, it’s nothing.”

“Yes, but you’ve been showing symptoms of a cold or common flu as of late as well,” Albedo mused. “Correlation doesn’t mean causation, however it is never wrong to take precautions. I don’t want your health to worsen.”

He pressed the end of a ballpoint pen until it clicked, before passing it to you. You stared at his expression as his gaze remained fixed on the form he made. His expression was kept expertly neutral, but you knew better as his arms fastened securely onto your waist, his cheek pressed gently against your shoulder. Noticing your stillness, his eyes flickered up to you, waves of blue shimmering with concern under the light. You couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his forehead before turning to fill out his form, earning an audible hum from him.

“Thank you, Albedo.”

“No problem, my love.”

Childe

The biggest surprise was how Childe had nothing to do with your current injury. You’ve suffered through plenty of light bruises and scratches with his playful shoving and antics. When Childe sees you tending to your wound, he’s automatically apologising while stifling a laugh

He can also be incredibly cheeky. He’s teasingly pulling you away from sharp edges and corners, sometimes even carrying you since ‘you always get yourself into danger’. Really, he just wants an excuse to touch you

He’ll gladly tend to your injury if you’ll let him. His hands are rough and calloused yet his touch is still light as feathers against your skin. He adores taking care of you, when you thank him he’s practically glowing

Childe tends to be melodramatic when it comes to your wellbeing - and you in general. He definitely told his family about you, his siblings sent you ‘get well soon’ cards and wrote as though you were on death’s doorstep. You were quick to tell them you were alright

“Hey cutie, you single?” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics as he entered your place, bags in hand.

“Childe, what are you doing here? I thought you had classes today.”

You followed him as he walked into your kitchen, dropping the grocery bags haphazardly, letting ingredients spill across the table top.

“I told them I couldn’t go,” he shrugged. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what?” You looked at him incredulously and Childe gasped in mock horror.

“‘With what?’ My partner has been mortally wounded and you’re asking me what I’m busy with?”

“Mortally wounded?” You showed him your injury. “This tiny thing?!”

Childe rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “An injury’s an injury?”

“Just say you didn’t want to go to class,” you turned your back to him, ready to go back to your couch and binge watch whatever’s on.

“Hey, don’t make it sound like that!”

You lurched forward as Childe tackled you into a back hug. Struggling to regain your footing, Childe steadied the both of you as he pressed his cheek into your hair and chest against your spine. “I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s not a sin is it?”

“But lying is,” you retorted.

Parting from you, Childe took your shoulders and turned you to him. His face was dangerously close to yours, lips slightly pouty and eyes wide. After a few seconds you groaned and shoved him away and he let out a victorious cry.

“Damn you and your pretty face,” you muttered and Childe just winked back at you before turning to prepare lunch.

Scaramouche

His initial outward reaction is to be smug. Chances are he likely taunted you, saying he saw this coming given your clumsiness. If it was a sports injury he backhandedly warned you prior, and now look at you hobbling back to him just as he predicted

You can tell him you don’t want to be a bother all you want, Scaramouche is tending to your wound whether you like it or not. The entire time he’s chastising you, telling you how dumb it was for you to get injured, but against his harsh words his hands are nothing but soft and gentle

If the injury was caused by someone, such as someone shoving you or throwing a ball at you, don’t mention their name if you want to keep seeing them around. Scaramouche will give them an earful if he figures out who they are, no matter if the injury was accidental or if they already apologised to you

“Thank you so much for helping me with this worksheet, (Y/N),” an acquaintance of yours whisked you to the local library.

“Don’t worry about it, what are friends for?” You chuckled.

“Just one question.”

“Fire away.”

“Who the hell is he?”

Scaramouche wrinkled his nose at your buddy.

“None of your goddamn business,” Scaramouche sneered as he crossed his arms, leaning closer into you.

“My boyfriend, Scaramouche,” you introduced and Scaramouche only huffed, tilting his hat down to let the shadows obscure his flustered face.

“Boyfriend or guard dog?” Your friend raised their eyebrows.

“Both,” you laughed and Scaramouche slapped your arm lightly.

“What did you do?” Your friend asked curiously. You displayed your healing injury and they started to giggle in response. “He’s all riled up from that?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t look after yourself,” he muttered, completely disregarding your friend and glaring at you. “I can’t even trust you to go outside by yourself. First it’s a scratch, then a bruise, then it’ll be broken bones and hospital unless I intervene. Don’t blame me for your incompetence.”

“Don’t mind him,” you smiled apologetically as you reached down for your bag, your arm accidentally hitting the sharp corner of the desk. You quickly retracted your limb with a stifled hiss but before you could look at it Scaramouche was already cradling your arm and scrutinising it.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Scaramouche chastised. “You’re actually a clumsy fool, you know that, right?”

“He’s very sweet,” you assured and your friend nodded half-heartedly.

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When You’re Sick | Asmodeus, Barbatos, Leviathan, Lucifer

For @mylenapony11 I hope you get better soon!! And I think the sickness somehow traveled across the ethernet because my nose is killing me right now skdfjksdfj

Genre: Fluff, Comedy Word Count: 1k

Asmodeus

If it was anyone else, Asmodeus would be staying well away from them. Have you seen what colds can do to one’s appearance? He’ll need extra foundation and concealer to cover up the red nose, the eye bags, the drained complexion, he simply can’t risk it

But when it’s you, the pros most certainly outweigh the cons. Not only can he pamper you when you’re sick, but if he accidentally catches your cold, then that means you can pamper him and give him all of your attention in return. It’s the perfect plan!!

Of course, Asmo is ever diligent on skincare for you during your sickness, almost sounding like a home remedy fanatic. He’ll use only skincare with all natural ingredients for the skin to absorb and to heal you that way. He gets rather creative, making his own face masks for you to wear, being so cautious as to only use human world ingredients

Unfortunately, Asmo does retreat to his own room when night comes but he’s pedantic to ensure you’re in the perfect state to get better. He places a heated blanket over you, he may even lend some of his very own blankets and quilts to ensure you’re warm, and he’ll leave the room spraying perfumes to supposedly ‘get the sickness out of the air’, only to frantically stop when he realises you’re choking from the aromatic air

Barbatos

Barbatos had likely seen this coming, and it was far too easy to bring you to Diavolo’s castle for you to recuperate. All he had to do was mention your poor state and Diavolo was fascinated with ‘seeing a sick human’ and how he had the best resources to make you better

In one of the many spare rooms of Diavolo’s castle, you were kept under the watch of Barbatos, Diavolo and the Little D’s as you recovered. But ultimately, it did end up backfiring slightly, as Diavolo observed you diligently, it meant Barbatos had to continue doing his typical errands, spending time away from you

But some of those errands will include you, and he was more than happy to oblige. Despite Diavolo’s wishes to participate, it will be Barbatos who will be taking your temperature, spoon-feeding you medicine and wrapping you up in blankets. As butler, he must ensure his young master doesn’t get sick of course

Still, at the end of every night when Barbatos can retire to his room, he’ll take a detour to where you temporarily reside. There he’ll ask how you’re faring, as well as giving you some pastries he baked as sustenance for the night. He’ll gladly stay by your side until you fall asleep, it is a butler’s duty to ensure the guest is content after all

Leviathan

Levi is very reliable and responsible when it comes to your wellbeing, a little too much at times. He’s never relaxed, constantly checking up on your temperature and jolting at every sickly sound you make, rushing to your side to make sure you’re okay

His general anxieties make him catastrophise a lot. You could just have a cough and he’s worried you’re on death’s door. He’s already rambling on about how he’s ready to go on a hero’s adventure to find the magical ingredient to cure you, like those isekai heroes. As long as you’re better and if you… maybe… want to give him a reward for finding a cure… like a peck on the cheek or something... he'll do it!

Levi likely ends up spending the most time with you when you’re sick. His activities of watching anime and playing games don’t require you to physically exert yourself and can provide ample entertainment when you’re not sleeping your sickness off

He has no concern with catching your sickness. If he gets sick he’s now entitled to some days off at R.A.D. where he can just binge watch anime. He’d love for you to take care of him during those times but he’s so embarrassed to ask for your presence and it’d be absolutely humiliating if you re-caught your cold because of him

Lucifer

Is conflicted. As much as he wants to dote on you and give you all his attention he, for one, can not risk getting sick as well and secondly, he would rather dive into the depths of the seven layers of hell than have you realise just how much he wants to take care of you

He’ll give you days off of R.A.D., that goes without saying. There’s the expectation that you’ll get better reasonably soon for you to catch up on work anyway. And you will be having catch up study sessions with him, he just needs to be there to supervise you and ensure you’re not distracted by any of his brothers… yes, that’s all there is to it

Just because he won’t be able to frequently come to your aid does not mean he’ll let you forget about him and what he’s doing for you. You’ll get Akuzon deliveries for various items for keeping warm and suitable remedies, the delivery demon mentions how Lucifer paid for it. If the other brothers pay you a visit to your room, they’re grumbling about they’re here on Lucifer’s behalf, it’s clear the eldest threatened them to tell you the last bit

Still, Lucifer does what he can. When you stir awake from a nap, you’ll find some medicine lying on a counter beside you, or some tea that is still piping hot. If your sickness has persisted for a long time, you may awaken to see Lucifer pulling your covers up to your chin, telling you to be more careful and not let the covers slip

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Hi there! Just found your blog and I love it so much!! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write about Beel or Lucifer with a teen!MC who cries a lot, whether it be from stress or anxiety or even a lack of sunlight since the Devildom doesn’t have sun. Have a wonderful day! 💖

Thank you, anon!! Sorry this was so late but I hope you have a great day too~ This post sort of went less from 'MC who cries a lot' to just 'How Beel and Lucifer comfort MC when they cry' but it presumes that MC is just crying from anything lmao, hope that's okay!!

Beelzebub And Lucifer Comforting You When You Cry

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic Word Count: 0.9k

Beelzebub

Beel may be the designated protector but that duty assumes physical threats. The first few times he saw you cry, he assumed that some lower demons were bothering you and his immediate reaction was to deal with whoever hurt you. But when he realises that it’s just your emotions his focus shifts to give you all his care

Oftentimes he’s the first to notice you’re about to cry. He’s quick to whisk you away from the situation or just hold onto your hand or arm as a way to ground you before the tears even start flowing

A big hug from Beel makes everything better and he stays like that as you let out your feelings. He’s quiet but he makes the occasional mumble about how everything will be okay and that he’ll always be right here

Post-cry he’ll be offering you his favourite snacks. He’ll also offer to take a nap with you, a habit he’s developed after comforting Belphie

A very attentive demon, even when your tears are dry he’ll be keeping an eye on you for a good hour to make sure you’re happy. That time will only reduce if he entrusts you to one of his brothers, he wants to make sure someone is with you at all times

Even when there’s no physical threat, regardless if you’re in public or not, Beel instinctively leads you towards a wall, using his body to shield you from the outside world. His broad figure obscuring your sight, it’s as if you’re in your own world with just him

Your chest was heaving, slowly but surely recovering from your previous shallow breaths. Your final tears had been brushed away by Beel’s knuckles, you could feel your strength returning as you leaned against said demon. As welcome as his hug was, you were needing it less as your mood lightened and you gently unwrapped his arms from your torso.

After a few moments of silence, you slowly stood up, only to hear Beel make a grunt as he turned away from you. When he turned back, he was holding out a water bottle to you, gently nudging its plastic body against your shoulder.

“Crying makes you lose liquid, right? Water is important to humans, you need to re-hydrate.”

You opened your mouth to correct him only to close it again. You were sure human bodies weren’t that sensitive but you couldn’t bring yourself to go against those earnest puppy dog eyes. Stifling a giggle, you accepted the bottle and he let out a satisfied grin.

“Thank you, Beel.”

Lucifer

Lucifer is a busy demon so it’s very likely you go off to his brothers for comfort the majority of the time. And as comforting as it is to see his family get along and that his brothers are actually reliable for once, he would much rather you turn to him

During the day, he won’t be able to give you his full attention but he’s honoured if his presence is enough for you. He’ll pull up a chair, or you can sit on his lap, whichever is more comfortable for you to let out your emotions as he does his paperwork

Feel free to hug his side or lean your head against his shoulder, just leave his writing arm free so he can still do work. He’ll reciprocate with his other arm around your shoulders or his gloved hand resting on your head with some soothing rubs

In the night however, Lucifer will give you his undivided attention. His bottle of Demonus is forgotten as he lets you wrap your arms around him and cry into his vest

Lucifer isn’t the best with his words and he’s well aware of it. Even at your most vulnerable he can’t allow himself to do the same, so he stays silent, rubbing soothing circles on your back to comfort you

Should you ever cry in public or even just in front of the other brothers, Lucifer won’t hesitate to spring into his demon form, drawing you close and letting his wings furl around you, protecting you from the outside world

You had gotten used to the silence. With the exception of your ragged breathing, Lucifer’s office was still. No scratching of pen against paper, windows closed so you couldn’t hear the howl of the Devildom wind, not even the fireplace had crackled to life.

But soon there was a low drone, quiet but soothing. The tone went slightly higher, then it dropped to a level you had to strain to hear. It was a foreign but welcome sound, but with how you felt the vibrations from your head against Lucifer’s chest, you could put two and two together.

He was humming.

Staying close to him, you craned your neck up to look at him with curious but reddened eyes. Lucifer refused to meet your gaze.

“It was Mammon’s favourite tune when he was little,” he murmured. “It calmed him down when he was upset.”

“I think it works on me too,” you rasped as you tightened your hold on the Avatar of Pride, snuggling deeper into him. You didn't miss his smile as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the nostalgic tune.

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Keeping Up Appearances | Solomon x Reader

Just nice fluffy times with Sol~ (Narrator: They are lying) Inspired by this wonderful fic (NSFW warning) by @books-and-catears. I read the first part and it just made the gears turn, thank you for such a marvellous fic Shio~

Solomon just wanted to know what it was like being the object of your affections, and what better way than with a potion? Genre: Fluff, (Angst?) Word Count: 1.3k

It was ingenious, honestly. Solomon couldn’t help but smile at the faint reflection in the classroom window. It was the perfect potion, simple but effective, it’s a wonder as to why it wasn’t used by more of Devildom’s population. A potion to transform the consumer’s external attributes into their love’s ideal type. It was fascinating discovering what appealed to you, Solomon’s poise was still there but accented. After years of immortality draining the vitality and colour out of his body, his skin tone and hair were now vibrant. His eyes were brighter, accenting their mischievous glow. Even he had to admit he looked rather dashing, how would you react to such changes?

He didn’t have to wonder for too long, as the classroom door opened to reveal you. The moment could’ve been likened to those cheesy romcoms the two of you ended up watching together at sleepovers in Purgatory Hall. The way time seemed to slow as the two of you made eye contact. An unmistakable spark between the two of you, it was electric. A shiver went down his spine, heart racing.

“Sorry, I thought this classroom was empty.”

“No need to apologise. I was just studying here is all.”

“Oh…”

You nodded slowly, looking away. Solomon tried to stop his smile growing on his face. He managed to catch you looking embarrassed a few times but not to this extent. How you discreetly swallowed as you averted his gaze, shoulders slightly rising the longer his focus landed on you. How did he not notice this was what you were like when you were bashful? It was utterly adorable, he was sure to burn the sight into his mind.

“Feel free to study with me.”

“Would that be alright?”

You held onto your books tightly, pressing them close to your chest protectively. You managed to make eye contact with him for a moment before having no choice but to look down at said books. Had Solomon known this was how you’d react when he took the potion, he would’ve taken it earlier.

“Actually… I hope it’s not too much to ask for, but I’m struggling with the Hexes and Potions assignment. Could you tutor me again?”

Solomon changed his pose, one hand to his hip and the other pressed against his chest in mock contemplation. It was teasing, seeing just how far he could push you as you watched him with eyes sparkling with hope. You had never looked at him like that before- no. He quelled such thoughts before they overwhelmed him.

“Of course, we could start now if you wish.”

“Really? That would be great, thank you so much!”

You dashed up to his side, putting down your belongings, fumbling occasionally as your hands worked faster than your brain could process. It was endearing, Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled back a chair for you, simply watching your distracted form as you tried to put yourself together to best impress.

“I already started taking notes for the assignment,” you opened one of the books sprawled across the desk.

“Are you always so eager?” Solomon asked.

“Even if I know next to nothing about this subject I can’t have you doing all the work,” you muttered.

You were always warmer than him but now it was tenfold. Even just standing before him he could feel his side getting warm. Or was it him just being painfully aware of how close yet far away you were?

“I- uh,” you cleared your throat as you tried to face Solomon head on. “You look great today. Not to say you don't look great all the time, you just- look different. In a good way!”

“Look different how?”

“I don’t know, it’s just different. It’s like you’re sparkling… glowing, maybe? Did you try some of Asmo’s beauty products or something?”

“No, I don’t think I have,” Solomon mused as he leaned towards you, the potion giving him a newfound confidence, having him say things he’d never be able to bring himself to say before.

“But you do know what they say. Love makes everything look more beautiful.”

Stuttering, you pulled away and feigned reorganising your notes. Head turned from him, you offered Solomon more time to admire you up close, in a state he had never seen you in before; undeniably head over heels for him. Oh, this study session was going to be fun.

And fun it was, the potion emboldened him more than a casket of Demonus on a lesser demon. He wanted to push the boundaries, see how flustered he could get you. Every exchange of the pen left his hand brushing against yours. Every time his scrawls were a little too small or slanted to read, he’d beckon you further until your shoulders were always touching. For every answer you got right or for every major breakthrough you two would hug. For you, it was nothing more than playful affection but for Solomon it was a loving embrace. It was intoxicating how warm you were, how well you slotted into his arms. Perhaps he drank a sleeping potion instead, the feeling of you so near being a dream come true.

One final revelation of the assignment had you holding him tighter than ever with an angelic laugh. As you pulled away, Solomon realised he should’ve commented on how you seemed to be the one glowing. But you always were in his eyes. This afternoon was an absolute joy, it couldn’t get any better. Staring at you, he was already conjuring up ideas of when to concoct the potion again. Perhaps at this rate he will one day be able to take the role of your lover…?

“I don’t know how I can thank you again. I’ll see you later, Satan!”

… Ah…

Solomon swallowed the sob that wanted to escape his throat, masking it as a pained chuckle.

He supposed it was to be expected. After years of honing his skills his potions were most effective, perhaps a little too much so. They most certainly changed his physical attributes as planned, bland white hair enriched with colour until they were blond, his eyes now shone like emeralds. The air he held changed, it was calming, ever fitting for a gentleman. The instant he saw his changed reflection he realised he wasn’t enough to be the object of your affections and the potion clearly knew that too. If he wasn’t enough, then he’d just have to take the form of someone else. And just as planned, you treated him with that unmistakable adoration that he had never received before.

A successful scheme had never hurt so much.

Solomon had indulged. How empowering it felt knowing he held your affections in this moment, he could barely comprehend how it would feel to have this appearance permanently. He had his time taking the appearance ideal for you and what a form it was. Of course you would naturally be enthralled by one of the strongest beings in the three realms and he knew that such feelings would be reciprocated. It was you, after all.

You stood up but Solomon took your hand without a second thought. His gaze settled on how they intertwined, but he could only see the differences. How the hand he was puppeteering was more tanned compared to his ghostly complexion, how his fingernails now adorned green. How your hands fit together so perfectly when it wasn’t even his own. Such a simple gesture reminded him of his place. He should give up the chase, accept defeat. Logically, he should step back and not even worry about stirring up any potential conflict with the Avatar of Wrath. He should rip apart any and all notes he had of this potion that was both such a blessing and a curse. To just immortalise this moment and mourn how in the future you will never look at him like you're looking at him now. And yet…

“Now that we’ve got the ball rolling, I say we should keep on working. Stay with me a little longer, won’t you? Please?”

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AHHHHH this is a such a cute event eeee! Congratulations on 500 followers!! 🥳 if i may, may I request Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi from Genshin with 👑 "It's not like I'm acting selfish, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I'm adorable!" - World Is Mine :]

I'm glad you think so, and thanks! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it!!

Scaramouche x Reader: I'm Cute, Right?!

👑 Prompt: “It’s not like I’m acting selfish, I’m not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I’m adorable!” (500 Followers Event) Genre: Fluff, Comedy, open AU (could be modern, canon, whatever lmao) Word Count: 1.3k

Scaramouche was testing you.

There was no other explanation for this. A few days ago, you strolled into Scaramouche’s office as he was doing paperwork. The way he looked so small confined in his lavish, oversized office chair, how his lips pursed into a slight pout with furrowed eyebrows as he signed contract upon contract. As he unknowingly let you stare at him, bewitched, not even realising you had entered. The word left your lips before you could control it, breaking the silence.

“Cute.”

It wasn’t loud but it was loud enough for Scaramouche to snap his head up at you, nose slightly wrinkled as he sneered.

“What?”

“You look cute.”

“I do not do ‘cute’,” Scaramouche spat out the word as if he was cursing his mortal enemy, which at this given moment, seemed to be you. He slammed his pen onto the table, hopping off his seat and stormed over to you. “What do you want?”

“I brought you lunch,” you said simply, watching bemusedly as Scaramouche’s eyes alternated between your face and the tray in your hands. He huffed, turning his back to you.

“It looks satisfactory. Place it on the table and then off with you.”

When you tried to face him, he stubbornly turned his head the other way, chin up so he could look down his nose to glare at you. With calculated movements, he took a cup of tea you made for him and brought it to his lips.

“Seriously Scara,” you sighed. “Can’t I compliment my boyfriend once in a while?”

Scaramouche choked on his tea.

“‘Cute’ is not a compliment.”

“It is to me,” you shrugged. Taking a bold step forward, you tried to take up as much of his field of vision. He wasn’t lifting his head anymore, opting to tilt it down bashfully to meet as little of your gaze as possible. You took a moment to recollect yourself and not coo at him. “Scara, I know you’re strong. You’ve shown how tough and intelligent you can be every day.”

“Damn right,” he muttered under his breath.

“But when I really like someone, I just can’t help but think of them as adorable. It makes me want to hold them close and never let go, I want to be around them all the time. When I say someone is ‘cute’, it’s a genuine compliment.”

Scaramouche was silent for a few moments. His gaze flickered to various spots on the floor in contemplation, his face twitching with each passing thought. You leaned back slightly. For once, you might’ve gotten to him, he might actually understand the point you’re making. But it seems he noticed the hopeful look on your face and he shook his head, scowling out of pure spite.

“You’re insufferable,” Scaramouche grumbled as he turned you around and started shoving you out of his office. “Let this be your one and only warning. If I hear that accursed word ever again, I’ll… I’ll tear you apart!”

Which leads you to today. You thought you had the day to yourself as you lounged on a couch, reading your book, but you were proven wrong as you felt the slight depression of the couch beside you. Scaramouche was silent as he sat rigidly. You knew what that meant. Something was up.

Letting your eyes wander to him, you stifle a gasp before shoving your nose back into your book, but your eyes kept wondering back to him. Scaramouche had changed out of his normal, uniform garb, opting for casual clothes still in his typical cool colour scheme but the shades were much lighter, almost pastel. His arms were wrapped around his waist in a self soothing gesture, knees brought up near his chest. Scaramouche had a habit of naturally pursing his lips but you could swear he was purposefully pouting at you, his eyes wide like a kitten. Before you could think further you snapped back to your book but you found yourself having to reread the same line again and again.

Your boyfriend looked utterly adorable.

You bit your tongue. You knew better than to make the same mistake twice in front of the Scaramouche. His ploy of acting cute wasn’t going to work on you, you’ll prove it to him that you were stronger than that. You remained silent, the only sound being the slight grind of paper against paper as you turned each page. It was working. In no time, you’ll prove your resilience and Scaramouche will hopefully return to his office so you can actually relax, surely this heartrate wasn’t healthy. But you couldn’t pretend, you knew he was still staring at you, but what could he possibly want from you? His expectant gaze was burning more with every passing moment, through your skull and frying your brain. You couldn’t think, mind blank as you stayed frozen in place.

“Well?”

You jumped in your seat as you looked at Scaramouche whose gaze had turned hostile. You looked at him incredulously, finally putting your book down.

“Well, what?”

Scaramouche’s jaw visibly tensed for a moment.

“... don’t I look different?”

“Yep.”

You lifted your book back up to cover your face, only for it to be snatched out of your hand.

“You look at me when I’m talking to you,” Scaramouche hissed, the wide eyes and adorable pout long forgotten. “What looks different about me?”

“You changed your clothes.”

“And? Does it not give me a different aura?”

“I guess you can say that…”

“Well, spit it out.”

“You look rather dashing,” you praised half-heartedly, but the frown on his face only deepened. You leaned away from him but he inched closer to you. “Uh, handsome? Aesthetic? Mightier than the gods?”

“Not good enough,” he muttered. His shoulders were slowly rising until they could reach his ears. “You fool, you know the word. Say it.”

“Charming?”

“No.”

“Tough?”

“No.”

“... awesome?”

“Unbelievable!”

Scaramouche slammed your book onto the coffee table, he turned his body so that he was now fully facing you. He leaned forward as you leaned back, his figure now looming over you. He was shouting, face going red but you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. His words were hurried, coming out without a second thought.

“You’re actually such an idiot. So foolish. You said it before or have you already forgotten like a goldfish? Tell me I look cute, dammit!”

You stared at him, wide eyed as he averted his gaze, a blush darkening his pale cheeks.

“... what…?” You were gobsmacked, mouth wide open, only for Scaramouche to take your chin in his hand and lift your mouth closed. When his hold on your jaw loosened, your mouth only dropped open again. “I… I thought you didn’t like being called ‘cute’.”

“Normally I don’t,” Scaramouche huffed as his shoulders slumped. Leaning forward even more, you fell back, lying on the couch. He didn’t put all his weight on you, only pressing his cheek against your shoulder to hide his face from you as he mumbled. “But you said the people you like are automatically cute to you. So as your… your b-”

“Boyfriend?”

“That word. As your boyfriend I should be cute. Don’t you dare call anyone else cute. That word is assigned to me and me only. That’s an order.”

You snickered as Scaramouche properly relaxed onto you, his arms sneaking around you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, you could feel his burning cheeks against your skin. Sighing contently, you threaded your fingers through his hair and he instinctively let out a hum of approval.

“You’ll always be the cutest to me, Scara, you don’t even have to try.”

“Damn right.”

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For the event, 🍫 and scaramouche?

No problem, anon. Please enjoy~ There's just something so fun about writing tsunderes LMAO

For You | Scaramouche x Reader

🍫 Prompt: “These sweet feelings of mine. Since I’ll give them to you, please accept them, okay?” Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Modern AU Fatui? (You’re in the Fatui but it’s a lot more pleasant than canon) Warning: Crass language (it’s Scaramouche, what did you expect?) Word Count: 0.8k

“For you!”

You could only register the pressure on your chest as a box was thrust towards you. Fumbling repeatedly, you desperately tried to keep the box from the ground but to no avail. Gravity won the battle and the aqua blue box fell upside down on the ground, you could hear the muffled rumble of the objects within. You sighed in exasperation as you could barely spare a glance to the ginger who had given you said box, already moving on to another colleague with an identical box.

“You know it’s going to be a bad day when Childe’s in a good mood.”

You picked up the box, stifling a chuckle as you turned to Scaramouche who now stood beside you. He had an identical box of his own, one he turned in his hand, scrutinising it like it was a weapon of sorts. And honestly if it was from Childe, that was a fair assumption.

“Do you know what got into him? Last time I checked it wasn’t Valentines. Unless Snezhnaya has some lovey dovey festivities of its own,” you mused.

“He had the foolish idea when I was talking to him,” Scaramouche grumbled.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You? Willingly talk to him?”

“I never said willingly,” he groaned. “He went on and on about how boring it was here, said how it was colder than his homeland. I told him to do something about it since it’s not my problem. I didn’t know he would actually do something about it, and now here he is pulling presents out of his ass like Father Christmas.”

You raised your eyebrows as you opened the box. It was filled to the brim with various treats and trinkets, some of the softer ones deformed after being dropped but they still held their charm. It was a sweet thought from Childe, you couldn’t help but smile in return. When you noticed Scaramouche didn’t say anything, you looked to him, only to see him eyeing you suspiciously.

“Why are you smiling at that?” He asked accusatory.

“Can’t I be happy about a gift from a friend?” You retorted. You looked out over the rest of the workplace to see colleagues adorning similar expressions, some happily chewing some of their presents as they returned to their work. As if on cue, a subordinate worked past you and bid you a good day with a bright smile, only to get a glare from Scaramouche in response. You sighed before regarding the Balladeer again. “I think it’s really sweet of him. And it’s lightening things up, isn’t it?”

Scaramouche’s nose twitched as he squinted at you. Eventually, he spared a glance out to the others and his expression only soured.

“I suppose you’re right.”

The two of you fell silent as you rummaged through your box. Although you were preoccupied with investigating its contents, you couldn’t mistake Scaramouche’s gaze lingering on your every movement. So focused on you, his own box was held unopened in his iron grip.

“... So you approve of the box?”

Scaramouche’s voice was strained, but curious. You nodded idly in response as you started to rearrange the items in the box for better storage, occasionally taking out an edible treat to enjoy now. You had almost forgotten Scaramouche was even there.

“... Do you want another?”

You rolled your eyes. You were aware Scaramouche rarely tolerated Childes' antics, sometimes for good reason, however this was not one of those times. “Scara, there’s no harm in just accepting the gift-”

But Scaramouche wasn’t offering you the box Childe gave him. Instead of baby blue you were looking at a box of deep amethyst, the black ribbon that sealed the box together was sloppy and haphazardly done, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on you. Especially not when Scaramouche was holding it out to you with an outstretched arm, his eyes burning holes into the wall directly opposite him.

“Did Childe rub off on you?” You asked in amusement, only for Scaramouche to snap his reddened face to you.

“He did not. He just told me his plans for today. I thought it was worth trying,” he muttered.

“Oh…” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you pried Scaramouches’ fingers from the box and took them in yours. His arm then fell by his side as he studied your reaction with a conspicuous side eye. “So you’ve made boxes for everyone else?”

“N-no,” Scaramouche cleared his throat before he folded his arms. As he rocked on his feet in supposed boredom, he was inching closer and closer towards you.

“So you made this just for li’l old me?” You teased. Scaramouche instinctively opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out.

“I… yes, so what if it's just for you?” Scaramouche seethed. “You’d better like it.”

“I love it,” you beamed earnestly. He responded silently with a curt nod, however not even he could prevent the smile creeping up on his face.

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[everlasting-elegy]

Congratulations for the 500 followers!

So for the event— how about 💧+ Mika 👀

Thank you so much, anon!! This one's a little shorter, I hope you don't mind but I would like to improve my ability to write short but impactful stuff~

The Human Condition | Mika Kagehira x Reader

💧 Prompt: “I’d like you to stay next to me and let your tears freely fall.” (500 Followers Event) Genre: Comfort Word Count: 0.6k T/W: Dehumanisation (Metaphors of dolls/puppets for Mika) A/N: Not proofread (I mean, even when I do mistakes still get past me skdfjsfkd)

For a moment, Mika was completely stunned. Mind blank upon seeing your tear stained face, he was torn, unsure of what to do. He had never seen such a broken expression on your face, never heard your voice so dissonant and out of tune, every crack of your voice cutting into his heart, sending it into overdrive.

He could feel it, a tightness in his joints as they locked up, like a puppet rigged to the unknown being above the stage. Strings cutting into his skin and tugging him in all sorts of directions. Some tried to fling him out of the room, to go on a rampage and find who or what caused you, the light of his life, to dim, evoking emotions that made him see only red. Other strings urged him to go towards you. Caught in between two forces, two raw urges, Mika stood trembling before you, reaching forward but also pulling away. Without a puppeteer, a doll never knew what to do.

“Mika.”

Your voice came out choked, words splitting the air and cutting the strings that chained him. Mika stifled a gasp as he felt his body grounded, his senses honing in on you. You who always encouraged his independence, you who were so full of raw emotion. You who was now sobbing, huddled in the corner of the room, broken.

“Please.”

You needn’t say more as Mika rushed to kneel beside your hunched form. His heart pounding against his chest and muscles burning with urgency as he pulled your quivering form close to him. Hands flat against your back, they applied a gentle pressure that encouraged you to slow your hurried breath and coincidentally, allowed him to do the same.

“I’ve got ya.”

His voice was soft against your ear, like the purring of a kitten. He stayed quiet, save for the occasional whisper of reassurance as you clung to his shirt. He felt the wetness of your tears stain through the fabric, but he had no complaints. It was a sign of your trust in him, to show him such raw emotions. To entrust him with your most vulnerable state, a state more complex and incomprehensible than any damage that could be done to a doll. And you were now entrusting him to help repair you.

Once your breath was relatively consistent, one of his hands traced its way up your spine before settling on your head, offering soothing scratches.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?”

After a few moments of you contemplating, you shook your head as you buried your face impossibly deeper into his shirt, your voice too raspy to make out any discernible words. But Mika understood you, he always did.

“That’s alright, we can just stay like this if ya want.”

And so the two of you did. As each oncoming wave of emotion became more and more bearable, you could finally manage to angle your face away from Mika’s shirt and to the side, your ear now against his heart. A soft, gentle thrum that set a relaxing tempo for your own heartbeat to match. Mika's hand on your head went down, gently wiping away any wetness that lay on your cheeks with the sides of his fingers. Even the last stray tears that flooded your tear ducts - the remnants of your misery - you entrusted to him as he caught them before they could travel down your face.

"Thank you," you whispered. Your voice may have been regaining strength but the rest of your body was losing it. Eyelids growing heavy, you leaned onto him in exhaustion. Although you tried to fight off the urge to nap, Mika encouraged you to do so as he kept you close. His head was now resting on yours, ready to join you in the land of dreams.

"'m here for ya. Always."

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Hello Avery!!

Congrats on the 500 followers! You deserve them ❤❤❤

For the event, may I request 🎉with Mammon? ><

Hi Han!! Thank you so much!! I can't wait to celebrate similar milestones on your writing blog ;))) I hope everything's going well and I hope you enjoy~ <333

Mammon x Reader: Dance With Me

🎉 Prompt: "Who cares? Ignore them! Let’s smile, take my hand and sing, feel the rhythm with your heart and dance on this rainy stage, as bright as the scorching light.” Genre: Fluff, Slight Comfort Word Count: 0.9k

Despite the throng of beings drunkenly swaying off-time to the pounding music, there somehow managed to be a clear patch of tiling on the dance floor that no one dared tread. It seemed to be beckoning to you, a spot for you to let loose and have fun. The tiles held a shine that winked at you with the occasional pass of a strobe light. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

It wasn’t the first time Asmo and Mammon had dragged you over to the Fall. Usually, you’d be more than eager but this just wasn’t the night. A busy day and a sullied mood left you drifting away from the demons and leaning onto a wall. Downing a glass of Demonus may have no intoxicating effect on you, but the sickly aromatic scent and flavour managed to distract you from the stress of R.A.D. as your gaze settled on that blessed spot on the dance floor.

It would be nice to let loose, wouldn’t it? It would probably be for the best, to get rid of the tension in your muscles, to exert the frustrations that were filling you to the brim. But you couldn’t. Through the haze of artificial smoke you could still see the glowing eyes of every demon as they bore holes into your figure, unblinking. Were they scrutinising you? Had they still not adjusted to the thought of a human invading their space? You had been here before repeatedly, but it seemed you still weren’t welcome. Looking back at the dance floor, the space you mentally reserved for yourself had now become obscured by some other beings. With a heavy sigh that fell on ears deafened by the music, you set your glass down and headed towards the exit.

“Oi, MC! Leavin’ already?”

You turned to see Mammon in front of you, a drink in each hand. His chest was heaving lightly, eyes wild as if he had been scouring all of Devildom for you. You nodded slowly, each tilt of the head leaving Mammon’s face more crestfallen by the second.

“B-but you spent no time here!”

You shrugged. “I’m just not feeling it, Mammon. I’m going back home.”

But you didn’t follow through with your own words as you stood awkwardly, unable to take another step towards the exit. Mammon frowned.

“Did some lower demon give ya a hard time? Gimme a name, I’ll-”

“No one did,” you replied hurriedly. “I just…”

Mammon wasn’t the type to laugh at you but shame still burned your cheeks. You shouldn’t be so bothered being unable to dance in front of everyone. But your gaze found the ground, your hand creeping up wrap around Mammon’s.

“I wanna dance.”

“...”

“...”

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?”

Shoving the drinks to a poor waiter passing by, Mammon took your hand again and pulled you back to the main room despite your protests. The Avatar of Greed had no shame, pummeling other demons aside with his shoulders, yelling at others to move with a voice that somehow managed to be heard over the music. His hold on you was firm, but warm, continuously tugging you until the two of you were at the centre of the dance floor, a small clearing made to make way for the prestigious Avatar and exchange student. If demons weren’t staring at you before, they most certainly were now.

“Mammon,” you tried to chastise, voice low. You looked around, gauging if there was a possible gap amidst the horde of demons for you to make a break for it. “People are watching.”

“Let them,” Mammon grinned smugly. Taking your other hand, he started to sway them in time to the music, encouraging you to move on your own. With each beat, the tension in your joints was easing. “They’re gonna get jealous that I have ya. I mean, they’re gonna get jealous that you’re dancin’ with me!”

You chuckled half-heartedly as Mammon kept stubbornly tugging at your arms to get your rigid body to flow with the music. Letting your mind wander, your gaze wandered with it as you accidentally locked eyes with one of the many demons watching the two of you.

“Nuh, uh. Eyes on the Great Mammon only!”

His shout drew your eyes back to him. You didn’t remember his face being so close to yours the last time you looked at him. His hands that were on yours traced up your arms, up your shoulders, up your neck until they settled on the sides of your head. His hands cupped your ears, dulling the sound of the synths reverberating around you. Forehead against yours, the remnants of his breath tickling your lips, your vision was filled with Mammon, and his with you.

“They don’t matter, alright? No one else does, nothin’ else does. What matters is you wanna dance, so I’m gonna make sure you can.”

His hands pulled away from you but reluctantly so, the tips of his fingers lingered on your skin for a moment longer. His azure eyes emanated a comforting glow, yet the golden specks within them encouraged cheekiness. With a genuine smile reserved only for you, he compelled you to move. To feel the music as it reached down to your very soul. As it lifted your spirits to such heights where mortal concerns were insignificant. Where all that mattered was you, the melody and your first man.

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