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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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PART SIX!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

In this chapter: You are back at the HOL...

Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: It’s been a month and my hiatus is over now, so please enjoy this next part!! Love you guys so much ~~

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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Being back in the House of Lamentation was a little strange. After a few extra days at Diavolo’s in that admittedly larger bedroom than yours, Lucifer had taken you back home. He bid you a quick farewell, a single hug and hair ruffling with his smirk, before he said he had duties to attend to. And things seemed back to normal with that. It was a little anticlimactic but…

Home. This was your home. Lord Diavolo gave you, an Angel (and were you still technically one, without your halo? Only wings and some leftover magic?), permission to live in the Devildom. A place for Demons, not… you. He called you ‘family’. Even Barbatos, when leaving the Castle, had smiled at you and given you a happy goodbye and an invite to tea whenever you’d like.

“Your company is always welcome,” the demon butler had said.

You stood just outside your doorway, as if turning the handle would transport you somewhere else. Maybe this was a dream. It was all too surreal to have actually happened.

Once you were inside, barely two steps in the bedroom, an invisible weight lifted off you. This was where you spent your nights, either totally alone and at peace, or with your housemates to keep you company. Studying with Satan or reading a novel and talking about the characters while sitting in your bed, or watching DevilTube with Mammon and laughing at the rom-coms because he was a sucker for those. If Asmo came back late from a party or if he was lonely and needing cuddles, you both would stay up late gossiping about everyone, and you would hear funny stories about Solomon or the brothers. When Levi would come out of his cave, and bring his handheld games, and you would battle each other for hours (you usually won only a few times but it was still fun). Eating midnight snacks you and Beel snuck out from the kitchen, waking up with crumbs in your bed and a different demon boy in your bed, Belphie, who was cuddling you and mumbling in his sleep, warm and soft, like the twins had traded you off.

The only demon brother who never came in your room was Lucifer… That man was always in his own bedroom, up late doing paperwork or wandering around doing things for Diavolo. He overworked himself constantly.

You smiled, recalling the first time you had ventured in his bedroom at night to give him some coffee and poison apples to snack on. He was grateful for it, and he smiled with crinkles in his eyes and warmth radiating from him, and he thanked you. It was one of your best moments here, with him. A small one, but still perfect.

“You’re back!!”

You jumped in surprise as your legs were attacked and you very nearly fell over. Your train of thought vanished immediately. Looking down, then seeing the mop of blonde, you realized it was just Luke.

He was a sweet Angel, still learning and growing, and he had a heart of gold. Sometimes he was a bit sensitive to the demon brothers teasing (mostly Mammon’s). It was funny to watch him get all flustered and red-faced when that happened and insult back to the best he of his abilities.

“Hi Luke,” you greeted, returning his hug. “I’m happy to see you.”

He grinned up at you, head just reaching mid-level, his chin resting on your abdomen. “I missed you. Are you feeling better? Simeon told me everything and I’m so excited to hear you’re an Angel just like us! You have to tell me all about when you lived in the Celestial Realm, please?”

Simeon chuckled from behind Luke, tugging him away gently. “Let’s leave her alone while she gets settled back in, okay? We can visit another time. We came to see Lucifer.”

Luke pouted, but sighed and nodded. He took your hand and squeezed it once. “I want to hear all about it, okay?” he asked with determination.

That was Luke, always adamant and cute. You smiled and ruffled his hair, the youngest Angel huffing. “I promise I will, Luke.”

Simeon waved goodbye, shutting the door behind him, and that left you alone in your little room. You fell onto your bed face first and inhaled deeply, rolling on your side and clutching a pillow to your chest.

Now what would happen? Things seemed to be returning to normal, but would everything?

A knock. “Are you in there Angel girl?” Belphegor’s voice came through the door.

You were a little nervous to see him, but he was the last demon brother you’d thought you’d see first. Seeing as he was usually asleep somewhere.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t only Belphie. It was all of the brothers, minus Lucifer, and they had wide silly smiles on their faces. And then they tackled you in hugs, squeezing you and overwhelming you with their tight holds and back rubs. You just laughed and let them, knowing they probably had been worried about you after all.

“Guys—please, guys stop! I can’t breathe,” you laughed, shoving at the arms and torsos around you. Once you were free, you stepped back and smiled. Seeing all of their happy faces had your insides twisting in joy. “I missed you guys so much, it’s good to see every one of you.”

Mammon spoke first. “Damn right! We’ve been totally freaked out about you. We-well, I-I mean, I haven’t been losing sleep or anything, but they all kept asking Lucifer where you were and when you’re gonna come back. Ch, losers.” His face was flushed when he finished. Why was this white-haired demon so damn cute when he was trying to not care, you would never know the reason.

“I lost no sleep,” Belphie stated.

You chuckled. Typical Belphegor. “Well, I am sorry for worrying everyone…” You frowned, and looked at the floor. There was that inner voice telling you that even if they were all here and hugging you, it was still possible for them to dislike you for lying, hiding this entire time. “But… You don’t… hate me?”

Asmo gasped. “No, dear, we don’t hate you at all! We love you!”

That made you tear up a little bit, and Asmo cooed and hugged you. Mammon grumbled and Asmo gave you one last squeeze then let you go. Your face was a little bit red but only from the embarrassment of nearly crying when being told you were loved.

“How could we hate you? You’re still you,” Beel said.

Satan agreed. “Yes, exactly. Only now you have wings and magic we didn’t know about. You’ll have to show us sometime, I’ve never seen an Angel’s wings in person, only in textbooks. It makes sense why your grades in Celestial History are on par with my own.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, well… only up until a certain point…”

Satan chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that is true. I do want to see your wings, but we were told you’re still healing so there’s no rush.”

“Yes, we want to see them too, darling~”

“The Great Mammon should get first look.”

Waving your hands to calm them down, you nodded and agreed. “Okay, I promise I’ll show you eventually. But like Satan said I do have to take it easy for a while.”

You were planning on going for a midnight fly session tonight, though… But that was a secret that you felt comfortable keeping, like a small white lie. Hopefully no one would find out.

There was one demon who hadn’t said a word, in fact he barely hugged you like the others did. Leviathan. He was quietly standing in the doorway, fidgeting on the balls of his feet, probably waiting for his turn to say something but too shy to speak up.

“Levi? Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

He jumped in surprise, but nodded after a moment. His face flushed and he fumbled with his hands, he usually did that when he didn’t have a phone or device in them. “I-I just want to say… Please don’t ever ever EVER leave us again. I don’t know what I’d do without my midnight gaming buddy. And, well, I just—I love you, okay? You’re my Henry and you aren’t allowed to leave like that!” He was flustered when he finished and avoided eye contact with everyone.

The other boys ‘aw’ed and you smiled in happiness. It was incredible to know that no one hated you for hiding this from them.

“I won’t ever leave you, Levi.”

That was a promise you hoped to keep. These 6 demon boys here were family, your own siblings, and you loved them and all of their weird quirks.

“Hm, I want to ask you something,” Beel’s voice rang out.

Oh no, this was it. The dreaded questioning. They would want to know everything, why you left, where you were, why you lied. And you didn’t know if you had to courage to speak up.

“How did we not remember you?”

Oh thank the Heaven’s. Good kind Beel, nothing bad ever seemed to come from him. Shoving the urge to sigh appreciatively out loud because that would cause actual questions that would be difficult to answer, you instead pondered the question. Would it be against Lucifer’s wishes? He never mentioned keeping it a secret from his brothers.

And so, you told them. About Michael and their memories being tampered with. And they were livid. So livid in fact, they all transformed into their demon forms. And your room was filled with infernal magic and wings and tails flickering. It was intense, but you knew it all came from a place of love. Even Satan, who had yet to be born at the time this happened, was upset, his green tail twisting around. In the tiny space, it was a lot.

Holding up your hand, hoping this calmed them down, you spoke softly, “Please relax everyone. I’m okay now. Simeon and Lucifer helped me. No one can hurt me here.”

“And… you’re staying?” Satan asked.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

They all relaxed, and changed back to their ‘human’ forms. You felt that you could breathe again.

The silence was tense, and you swallowed thickly, trying to think of something to say. Luckily, someone else did.

Asmo clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Let’s have a movie night! Popcorn, blankets, cuddling. It’ll be so fun! It’s the perfect thing to reconnect.”

Good ole’ Asmo, you would kiss him if you didn’t think it would cause a disaster. “Yeah, let’s do it,” you agreed. “But I pick the movie. We’re watching a scary movie.” You wiggled your fingers, chuckling.

Mammon’s face dropped. “Uh, we—we should watch something else, like an Action movie. A superhero movie, those are awesome!”

“Why, are you gonna cry if we watch a horror film?” Satan teased.

“Yeah, poor Mammon’s gonna wet himself,” Belphie joked.

“He probably already has,” Levi chuckled.

Mammon growled, and reached for them with his hands, probably to strangle them, but you stuck out your hand. “Please, no fighting. We can watch a funny movie then.”

Mammon relaxed. “I didn’t care either way!” he declared.

So your bedroom was transformed into a fort of soft pillows, blankets and sheets. Satan used a spell to make the bed larger for everyone and he TV was enlarged, too. Very handy spellcasting. Beel and Levi went to get snacks and drinks, and everyone else got the room set up with pillows for everybody.

After the movie started, and everyone was situated on the huge bed, it was quiet. Everyone was scattered around with their own pillows and you felt surrounded by warmth. This was exactly what you needed, just some time with them, feeling at peace.

But the comfortable quiet did not last long.

From where Mammon was snuggled beside you, he nudged your arm and said, “So… are you gonna tell us about it?”

You blinked. “About what?”

“Your life with the humans. We want to know everything. What it was like, who you met. Oh, did you meet anyone famous?”

Satan sat up straight. “Yes, did you meet any historical figures?”

Everyone seemed to be listening in instead of watching the film now.

You thought it over, and nodded. “Yeah, a few I guess… they were ordinary people to me at the time, though… Just your fellow human helping out other humans. I tended to keep out of any major conflicts so not to affect too much. I guess just part of what I’d been taught growing up in the Celestial Realm: don’t do anything to change the path humanity will take.”

Mammon nodded. “What was one of your favorite memories?”

Wow, that was a hard question to answer. You even said so. “I lived on Earth for a long time... I have a lot of stuff packed in my head,” you chuckled.

“Aw, c’mon, there’s gotta be somethin’ that sticks out,” Mammon said. “You can’t think of one thing?”

“Oooh, what was your favorite style of outfit? Maybe those pretty dresses from the 18th century?” Asmo asked.

“Anything before the invention of the internet has to be the worst,” Levi commented.

Beel, while chewing on some popcorn, said, “The food is always gonna be good, but when the cheeseburger was created was probably my favorite time in history.”

You chuckled at each of their comments. But you did go through your favorite memories, friends’ long past and different towns flashing through your mind’s eye. Overall they were happy memories but in the end, it was always the same endgame. They died, and you moved on.

You must have made some noise or done something because Asmo made a cooing noise at you. “Oh, sweetie.” He immediately pulled you into his arms, tucking you into his neck to pet your hair. A few tear drops fell but you did sob or cry at all.

There were hands rubbing your back and arms, and you looked up to see the brother’s saddened smiling faces.

“We are here for you,” Satan reassured you, stroking his hand up and down your upper arm. His hand was warm and comforting.

Levi sniffled, and squeezed your hand. “Don’t cry anymore, you don’t need to when we can protect you now.”

Beel reached behind himself, and held out a candy bar towards you. “Hey, do you want some of my chocolate? It’s got small crunchy bits in it. And chocolate makes you feel better.” He smiled, and handed you the candy bar. It had a bite out of it, but the thought was nice.

“Thank you, Beel.”

“And here, take my blanket, you look cold.” Belphie put his small throw blanket over your lower half, making his brothers curse when it buried their own arms or hands.

You smiled up at him. “Thanks, Belphie.”

Asmo made a huffing sound. “Well, I want to play with your hair. Can I braid it, please?”

You giggled. “Go ahead, Asmo.”

You let them pamper you up, while the movie played in the background. Eventually the movie ended and Levi set up a racing game, and you all selected your characters and played together. It was a perfect first day back home.

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infcrnos · 4 years

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@keytoyourheart

{ +･ﾟ✧ ARON PIPER, HE/HIM | there’s no way the killer doesn’t know who ( JOAQUIN CORONA ) is. even i know they’re a ( JUNIOR ) studying ( ARCHITECTURE ) and known as ( THE HELLION ). they’re ( 21 ) years old and i think everyone knows they’re the ( PRESIDENT ) of ( PHI ETA BETA ). one time their phone went off in class and it was ( SAME DAMN TIME ) by ( FUTURE ). }

intangible, enigmatic, hellraiser, rebellious, the spontaneous insurgent, one who runs and has no problem never turning back, would rather be somewhere nobody knows, easier to be an asshole than to come to terms with any of his feelings. he hides in plain sight. everyone thinks they know him but he only shows what he wants. it’s easier like that.

everyone calls him key

whispers he’s an aquarius

he is currently bicurious

two older sisters are super studious and rational/responsible

luna “lu” fuentes, twenty-nine

emilia “mila” fuentes, twenty-four

he is more of a partier, risk-taker, knows what he wants to do with his life but he isnt academically drive like he gets his shit done but totally a procrastinator, is more into going with the flow

is the youngest of the three corona kids

he was the closest to his father, santiago corona, who died a few years earlier

parents split up when key was

key is also really close to his paternal grandmother

mother, lourdes cicci byrne; has a hard time with key because hes a lot like his father

hes not super close with his sisters because of a few reasons, but they are just a lot different than him

luna is pretty stuck-up “like her mother

values education and power over relationship

key and luna dont get along because she always make him feel dumb and he never takes her situations seriously

they have had a step-father since he was 9

vincent byrne. they get along, have had more heart to hearts than he and his own mother have

corona siblings have a half sister

julia byrne, 14 years old

she is everything to key, they get along the best

he gets along least wtih mila

mila looks out for him though and will be most helpful when he really needs it or he least expects it despite their major differences

many things have contributed to their estranged relationship

she feels like he was always dads favorite and is hurt by it even though shes unaware that he (dad) was proud of her because she never voiced how she felt

luna was always closest with the mother so mila often felt like an outcast

key had sex with one of milas college friends on her birthday; the only time key had ever been invited to one of her parties and she regretted it right after

he is impulsive and low key sensitive and he will gladly

he’s definitely a hell raiser and is basically a man child

he is working on being more empathetic i guess??? he overthinks a lot of things but usually his reaction to a situation is like the opposite of how hes feeling??? like a defense mechanism. i think he’s just hurting a lot and doesn’t know how to properly vent it or doesnt want to talk about it even though its always on his mind

the problematic fave and by problematic fave i mean his emotions are so up and down that he has a hard time taking himself seriously so he just DOESNT but has a great heart and his friends are his family because his relationship with his family isnt great (minus step father, kinda) but he’s a sweetieeee and low key SOFT

he is v aggressive though like he is most likely to start the fight and end it

he is least likely to remember ur name

and definitely has his frat letters tatted on his ass

he also makes music!!!! the basement of phi eta beta is where he makes his beats and stuff its kind of a hidden talent so

some quotes

“i talk a lot, so i’ve learned to just tune myself out.”

“the breadsticks are like crack.”

“i just think tadpoles are funky lil’ dudes.”

“who does a bitch have to kiss around here to get a cream soda?“

“oh, sorry! you can continue. don’t let me distract you.” *unintentionally making loud noises, dropping things, being generally distracting*

“drunk people don’t feel pain!”

“i was just hiding behind witticism to mask the resentment of an unfulfilled childhood.” followed by an awkward laugh to make it seem like he’s joking.

“sadly, it appears our phalluses have lead us astray.”

connections!!!

ride or die AND we make music bitchhh:

fwb

we’re homies and we tell each other things that most people have to beg for us to tell them also when you’re too drunk so i take you home also when we’re both really drunk we fuck but i bring u home after and it aint even that serious and if anyone wants to fight u send them my way

best friends fuhevaaaa

really close because of charlie: zara

enemies!!! because key wants all the static

enemies or misunderstood one another turned homies

party friends that just get really messed up together

ex gf, he cheated: jessa

i will just keep making fun of you because i hate you

other exes

the boy he likes????

guy he hooked up with and is like omg u make me question everything and now i’m trying to avoid u but i keep staring

unrequited or they think its unrequited

his ex’s best friend that he hooked up with idk

somebody who knew his dad???

teammates bc i think ill put him on the soccer team

enemies but only because assumptions they’ve made about one another but now a creepy guy is hitting on you so im going to pretend im your boyfriend

they’re not really friends but get put into a situation where they realize they have more in common than they thought or are kinda friends but neither really ever want to admit it???

secret friends or secret lovers

we’re stuck in this elevator i guess we should talk about our life stories

omg i had sex with your sibling and you saw me naked that one time accidentally this is awkward

our exes are on a date so lets go on a date??? and/or help me make this person jealous

his big

in the same frat but hate each other

we go on adventures together

childhood friends

we both hate that person

key will protect at all costs

you’re the opposite of me and yet here we are

someone he practices soccer with???

someone who is genuinely good for him like so wholesome and makes him do sweet lil things unintentionally

#sharks.intro #about joaquin.#its funny that hes the social chair bc hes top 5 get the fuck out of my face #and top 10 ur not all that bad #he knows hes cute so hes trouble

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inandoutoftheshell · 4 years

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A Rant

Dear Universe, hi. The state of my life right now feels fundamentally fucked. My mommy issues are at an all-time high. I freely admit I have them. The woman who caused them is a permanent thorn in my side and won’t let me catch my mental breath between assaults. Not for a damn second. The woman helping me recover from them is swamped with work and y’know the care and destressing of four kids and a husband. That’s Mama for you, the superhero we need but definitely don’t deserve. And all of us have some degree of trauma, various in effect. I hit the deck with loud noises for example. Also, I’m pissed that my younger brothers are being abused by their father. The dickhole who cheated on Mama. Like Biomom did to Pops. Why are there so many assholes around my family? The abuse is much like Biomom and her husband did to my older brother and I. Biomom and Theirdad piss me off to no end, so I won’t dignify them with names here. I hate the fact that my birthday is in a month. But that means I can move out of Biomom’s house, since she’s had partial custody of me for the last seventeen years. The divorce happened when I was a year old. It’s a crock of bullshit and my family and my mother’s can’t get along for anything. I’m beyond the point of wanting to. I start college in the fall, post-pandemic thank God. I have a lot going for me minus the thought of my dad dying, the knowledge that my brothers all have some degree of mental bullshittery I can’t help with, Mama’s rising stress levels, my spiraling depression and suicidal thoughts, and occasional victim-blaming when I feel like the world’s worst offspring for wanting my own life. Away from the abuse and memories and the person I become around Biomom. She locked me outside at three, I was terrified of a female presence in my life for so long. I planned bad shit from age twelve on, drafted a lot of crappy notes. I’m not going into psychology, but I know how much she fucked me up. I went to therapy, it did squat. I take care of my own mental needs now in addition to everything else an almost-adult needs to take care of. Like scholarships, and not being a bad example for my youngest brother. In case you can’t tell, I cuss a LOT. He doesn’t need to pick up my habits. But yeah, therapy did exactly diddly. My responsibility is in not being a terrible human being despite the damage she bequeathed to me so lovingly. That’s probably rule one in my book: Don’t be an asshole, unless it’s necessary. Thank goodness for Pops these last few years. He’s kept my siblings and I all straight. Some of his assorted advice: “The wolf is always at the door” (very very true in my experience, the bastard gets in too much), “Never let them see you bleed” (I stand by my vehemence once when he talked me down from a crying fit. I said, “I won’t” and I haven’t. Because this is me bleeding. And no one can see shit.), and “It’s always the quiet ones who do it” (Not advice, but it scared me enough to reexamine my views on death. It made me think what I’d be leaving behind. I was one of the quiet ones.).

#potentially triggering

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