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leviathans-watching · a month ago
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comparing them to cute animals pt 2
includes: mammon, levi, satan x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
rated t | m.list | pt 1
warnings: 1 sort of swear word
a/n: gestures vaguely
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leviathans-watching · 5 months ago
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So I saw a video
How would the boys + diavolo/Simeon (if you want) reacting to the MC saying “I need space from you, you were NOT nice in my dream last night”
"you were mean to me in my dream"
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includes: the brothers + diavolo x gn!reader (no mentions of pronouns)
wc: .8k | rated t | m.list
warnings: explicit language, pushy behavior (?)
please reblog <3
a/n: thanks for requesting! i’m midway through my exams so sorry if this is a little eh. reqs and inbox are open!!
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➳ lucifer cannot believe his ears. “what do you mean i was mean to you in your dream?” you just scowl, turning away from him. he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. it’s too early for this. “look darling, you know it was a dream, right?” again, you give him no response. seriously, you have to see how ridiculous you’re being right now. eventually, he just sighs again, pulling himself out of bed. you’ll get over it eventually. or he’ll make you get over it.
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➳ mammon just wants a freaking kiss, is that too much to ask for? but no, you keep turning your head, looking away from him. “babe,” he whines, making grabby hands at you. “i’m sorry, okay. when you go to sleep tonight i give you full permission to punch my dream self, okay? but for now, can you not be mad?” he waits with bated breath, and after a few moments pass, you look at him, puckering your lips slightly. he takes the chance he’s given and swoops in, pressing a good-morning kiss to your lips. against your will, the corners of your mouth turn up.
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➳ levi’s tail thumps on the ground. once. twice. it’s silent between you two. “you need space because i was mean to you in your dream?” he asks, and you nod. levi drinks respecting mc juice so he complies, distancing himself from you. after like, ten minutes, you get over yourself and move over to him, draping yourself across his back. he looks up from the game he has been playing, not really understanding the sudden switch in your mood. but he’s here for it, oh he’s here for it. he’d rather just accept it in silence than ask you about it and potentially make you upset again.
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➳ satan just looks at you. “that’s why you’re mad? seriously?” he groans, rolling onto his back. “what did i even do?” you tell him, laying out in detail all of the ways he wronged you, but that only makes him chuckle. “look,” he says, taking your hand. “would i ever actually do those things to you? no? well then why are you mad? if i ever actually pull shit like that in real life, feel free to be pissed, but since it was a dream it simply makes no sense to be mad.” you pull your hand out of his but he knows you well enough to know you’re calming down.
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➳ asmo almost thinks it's a joke, except for the way you bat his hand away gently when he tries to reach for you. you rarely ever do that. he’s kind of out of his depth here. usually, if you’re mad at him there’s a good reason and he can apologize and bring you chocolates or something. he’s never really had anyone be upset due to a dream. so, he goes for the tried and true: “since i was a bad boy, don’t you think i need punishment?” he accepts it’s kind of fair when you glare at him, telling him to learn how to read the room.
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➳ beel pouts. “i’m sorry, baby. that was incredibly mean of me. take all of the time you need.” you look into his puppy dog eyes and feel kind of bad. you know you’re being irrational, yet here he is, immediately apologizing and being sweet. you can’t take it. rolling over so you’re on top of him, you squish his face between your hands, pinching his cheeks. “is this my punishment?” beel asks, and you nod. he wraps his arms around you and you melt into him, whispering your apology into his skin.
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➳ belphie fixes you with a squinty glare. “are you kidding me? this is why you’re mad?” you don’t respond, flipping over so your back is turned towards him. he sighs. he just wants to go back to sleep. “mc, you know dreams aren’t real, right?” he tries, but you stay firmly turned away from him. “this is such bullshit,” he mutters, grabbing you and pulling you against him. “i’m sorry for being an asshole but can we please go back to sleep now?” he’s out before he can hear your response, but is dimly aware of you relaxing into his hold.
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➳ diavolo responds like a champ, validating your feelings. “that’s totally fair, i understand if you don’t want to be around me right now. however, it’s too early to get up and you need more sleep, so would you like to move to a guestroom?” he pauses for a moment. “or would you like me to move to a guestroom?” he’s totally willing to move out of bed if you want him to, and that makes you feel a little better. you don’t reply, instead curling around him. you’re still a little upset, but you don’t really want to sleep without him. you’ll be properly mad in the morning.
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leviathans-watching · 6 months ago
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Hi! If that's ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they're asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they're treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved.
angry at all the things i can’t change
a/n: thank you for requesting! this was a little angstier/darker than my usual obey me stuff but I hope you like it! lmk if there's typos/warnings need to be updated (title from hand of god outro by jon bellion) also, this shows the brothers being colder, meaner than i usually make them out to be, so they could come across as ooc
please like, reblog, reply | gen, gn!reader x/& mammon
warnings: shown + referenced unhealthy family dynamics/relationships, cursing, fighting, mc had a bad home situation (not specific)
tags: 5 + 1, angst, hurt/comfort, protective reader, somewhat open ended
wc: 1.9k | rating t
requests are open and my inbox is alway open to chat!!
cross-posted on ao3
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Five times you give Mammon the love and care he deserves and one time you make sure the other brothers get what's coming to them.
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i.
The first time you show your bias towards Mammon, it’s an accident. You’re exhausted, exams and tasks kicking your ass, so when you stumble out of your room and see the brothers lounging in the living room, you don’t even think, falling on top of Mammon.
Mammon grunts, your whole weight suddenly on top of him. “MC, the hell are you doing?”
“Comfy,” you murmur, hiding your face in his chest. He sighs when it becomes apparent you’re not going to move, shuffling around so the both of you are in a more comfortable position.
“MC,” Asmo whines, patting his lap invitingly. “Wouldn’t you rather sit with me?”
“No, if they’re sitting with anyone, it’s going to be me!” Levi interjected, and you let out an almost silent groan, sick of the noise and fighting.
“I want to stay here,” you say stubbornly, and it’s silent for a moment. You can feel the rise and fall of Mammon’s chest, the pattern lulling you so close to sleep. You’re almost there when Satan asks “why?” an edge to his voice that makes your hackles rise.
“He’s my favorite,” you say dreamily, keeping your eyes closed even as you feel Mammon flinch, hand stopping its small strokes across your back.
You nuzzle deeper into his arms, quickly and warmly drifting off.
ii.
Mammon sits down beside you at lunch, slapping a paper onto the table. You pull it over to you, realizing it’s a quiz. One he passed with flying colors.
“Great job!” You grin over at him, gently bumping your shoulder against his.
“What happened?” Lucifer asked, looking up.
“Mammon got a 97% on his quiz,” you say proudly, remembering seeing him sitting in his room, books out in front of him.
“No way.” Levi grabs the paper from you, holding it up. “What? He actually did well for once.”
Everyone laughs, and you watch Mammon force a chuckle, stealing his quiz back, absentmindedly smoothing out the wrinkles.
“Seriously? That’s a surprise,” Belphie mutters. “I thought the idiot would never be able to get above a seventy. I guess we all get lucky once in a while, though.”
Turning towards him, you frown. Belphie raises a brow as if he doesn’t understand why you’re frowning. You laugh a little, clenching your fists under the table.
“Oh, shut up,” you say, faux playfully, but Belphie keeps going.
“Maybe it’s time to change his name from Stupid-Mammon to Okay-ish-Mammon.” He gasps. “Wait- Mammon did you cheat?”
Mammon stiffens.
“Belphegor,” you say, invoking some of the pact. “Shut the fuck up before I make you.”
His mouth snaps shut, as do the rest of the brothers’. You reach wonder the table and squeeze Mammon’s knee.
iii.
Throwing yourself in front of Mammon, you force Lucifer to stop, shutting his demonic aura down in an instant.
“What is going on here?”
“Mammon stole something of mine! Something precious!”
“I swear I didn’t!” Mammon holds out his hands. “MC, you gotta believe me. I didn’t take it.”
“As if they’re going to believe that!” Lucifer strains against the invisible tethers you’ve forced around him, face red. “You’re such a scumbag! Who else would take it, besides you?”
“What exactly is missing?” You raise your voice to be heard.
“A pair of cufflinks,” Lucifer explains, eyes fixed behind you, presumably on a Mammon.
“And why are those cufflinks so special? You own, like, a billion pairs.” Resisting the urge to scream, you work to be level-headed.
“They were a gift.” Lucifer resolutely doesn't go into detail.
“Okay? What do they look like?” you ask, and Lucifer begins to describe them.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Once you figure out which pair he’s talking about, you’re able to remember exactly where they are. “I found them in the laundry and put them on your dresser. I told you this, several times too.”
And you had. Lucifer had acknowledged you each time, so you thought he was listening, but guess not.
“Go check right now and see if they’re there.”
Lucifer goes, and returns a moment later, looking somewhat defeated. Mammon remains silent behind you.
“Were they there?”
Lucifer nods. “Yes. I apologize.”
You purse your lips. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, and you know that. Say sorry to Mammon.”
“Really, MC, this isn't necessary,” Mammon tries, but you just shake your head.
“Yes, it is.”
Reluctantly, Lucifer stumbles through a half-assed apology, quickly leaving the room as soon as he is able to.
iv.
“I choose Mammon!” you say for the umpteenth time, grabbing his hand.
“You always choose Mammon.” Beel crosses his arms.
“Damn right I do. He is my first man, after all.” Steady in your resolve, you give them all a charming smile.
“But it’s no fair,” Asmo cries. “It’s like you like him more than the rest of us.”
Staying silent, you swing your and Mammon’s intertwined hands in between you two. After a moment, you shrug, figuring the conversation was over.
“All right, Mammon, let’s go get dinner started!” Tugging him along, you head for the kitchen, scoffing when you’re out of earshot of the rest of them.
“The audacity!” you hiss, stomping to the cupboards.
“Uh, MC?” Mammon asks hesitantly, and you work to soften the glare on your face before turning to him.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve been noticin’ that you seem to like, protect me sometimes, and you don't gotta do that.” He wrings his hands nervously, and you scoff.
“I guess it can come off as I’m protecting you sometimes, but really, I’m just standing up for you. No one deserves to be treated poorly like this.” Biting your cheek, you try to keep yourself from saying more.
“Well, I mean, you hurt your relationships with Lucifer and the others when you do, and I don’t want that to be my fault,” Mammon admits. You cross the kitchen, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him so you can stare into his eyes.
“You’re not damaging my relationships with them. They’re doing that, do you hear me? None of any of this rests on your shoulders, okay? And don’t let anyone tell you any different.” Shaking him a little bit to emphasize your point, you wait until he nods to release him.
v.
[Unnamed chat (7)]
MC: what is this?
Lucifer: MC, we created this chat to talk to you about something we feel is important.
Belphegor: yeah
Lucifer: We think it would be best if you took a step back from Mammon for the time being.
MC: what? why???
Lucifer: We think he’s a bad influence on you and you would do much better if separated from him.
Satan: It’s nothing personal, really, we’re just looking out for you.
MC: literally what the fuck. what the actual fuck.
Asmodeus: anyways, it’ll be best in the long run if you just give up on him. we all know mammon’s true worth
MC: are you guys insane? this has got to be a prank
Lucifer: Please, MC, just consider what we’re saying.
Leviathan: and this way you can spend more time with the rest of us!
MC: i cannot believe this. stay the fuck away from me and mammon. i can’t believe you dare call yourself family of his and friends of mine. you’re no such thing.
MC: if any of you come near me or him i won’t hesitate to get diavolo involved. in fact, i should have been in touch with him since the beginning.
Lucifer: You will do no such thing.
MC: watch me
[You have left the chat]
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Mammon looks up from across the library table, brows furrowed. “Everythin’ all right? You were typin’ pretty furiously.”
“No, everything is not okay,” you say at the end of your rope. “C’mon, let’s pack up. We’re going to the Demon Lord’s castle.”
“What? Why?” Mammon began shoving his books in his bag even as he waited for an answer.
“You’ll find out when we get there. In advance, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“It’s about you. Well, your brothers, but in regards to you. They just crossed a line and I’m not going to stand for it. It’s time for Diavolo to get involved.”
The two of you arrived quickly at the castle, let in by Barbatos, who, of course, knew you were coming. You’re brought to the garden, where Diavolo is, things for tea already set up.
The two of you take a seat, and you begin to explain everything that had been happening since you had arrived in the Devildom. Several times, Mammon tried to downplay the situation, but you wouldn't let him.
The icing on the cake is when you showed Diavolo the group chat. His normally cheerful face falls, hardening, and for once you can see the ruler within him.
“This is unacceptable,” he eventually says, looking up at the two of you. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“Of course,” you nod.
“Although, I must ask- what prompted you to not fall into the same patterns all of the avatars have? It would have been easy, yet you stayed firm in your resolve. Is there a certain reason for that?”
Looking down, you idly scratch at the finish on the table. “Well, I suppose I’ve been in Mammon’s position before.”
“What do ya mean by that?” Mammon asks concernedly.
“Why do you think I wasn’t that upset to be down here? It’s not like I really miss my family or anything, and that’s kind of for a reason.”
“Are you saying your family treated you like the brother’s treat Mammon?” Diavolo clarifies, and you nod.
“Yeah. And I wanted to prevent the same thing happening here, but-”
“You’ve done a very good job,” Barbatos says firmly, refilling your cup. “One person simply cannot handle this on their own.”
“Exactly.” Diavolo set his teacup down. “Until this is settled I think it may be best if you and Mammon stay in the castle. We have spare rooms galore, and please don’t hesitate to ask Barbatos if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” you say, and Diavolo shakes his head.
“No, thank you. Mammon is lucky to have someone as good to him as you in his life.”
“I’m only showing him basic decency and kindness,” you protest, and Diavolo huffs out a laugh.
“Yes, well, my point still stands. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a certain avatar of pride to speak to. Please, feel free to enjoy more tea, though.” Rising from the table, Diavolo takes his leave, followed by Barbatos.
You look over at Mammon, who’s staring down at the table. “I can’t believe they’d do something like that,” he whispers, and your heart breaks, splintering a little more.
“They won’t anymore. Not after this.” Placing your hand over his, you squeeze it gently. “And remember, you’re not obligated to forgive them for any of this.”
“Have you forgiven your family?” Mammon asks, and you sigh.
“It’s really hard to say. Maybe in time, I’ll be able to, but for right now, I’m just glad to be away from them.”
“Yeah.” Mammon falls silent, and you know this won’t be solved in just a day. His brothers have century's worth of stuff to make up for, and damn, if you’re not going to take pleasure in watching them grovel at Mammon’s feet.
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leviathans-watching · 3 months ago
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Please please please
a Dateables(dia , simeon, barb , solomon) ver. of coming across you in a nightgown
the dateables seeing you in cute pajamas
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includes: the dateables x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1
warnings: slightly suggestive in solomons (he's joking), mentions of you looking good, nice, and fetching, and the pajamas being cute
a/n: this was a fun prompt to revisit! i hope you like it! thanks for requesting and my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!
please like and reblog <33
gn reference pictures (also shown in pt 1)
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➳ solomon raises an eyebrow. “oh? so this is what you like to sleep in? who knew!” his tone is scandalized, though it’s obviously sarcastic. a hue of red on his cheeks betrays him, though, and that keeps you from being as flustered as you might have been otherwise. “but seriously,” solomon continues, stepping closer. “i didn’t realize you could sleep in anything but sweats and a t-shirt.” he’d only seen you in pajamas like those because when you went to his place or had a large sleepover, you wouldn’t wear your cute pajamas. it was him coming to your room unannounced that revealed your secrets. seeing your look, solomon laughs. “not saying those are bad. but wow, mc, these…” trailing off suggestively, he’s well prepared for the pillow that comes flying his way.
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➳ simeon smiles at the scene, taking it in. he’s apologetic, of course, but that comes second to admiration. “i was just coming in to ask whether or not you needed this extra blanket.” showing you the quilt in his arms, simeon thanks himself for having the foresight to invite you over overnight. the rest of the exchange is uneventful, though when simeon is closing the door behind him, he pops his head in one last time. “those are nice, by the way.” he only barely catches your flustered expression, but it doesn’t bother him too much, as he can still hear your embarrassed mutterings through the door.
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➳ barbatos pushes the cracked open door slightly, tray in his hands. he only barely catches it, saving tea from spilling all over the plush carpet. even in all of his perusing through the future, he had never seen you looking so fetching. “i brought tea,” he says, moving to set the tray on the dresser woodenly. “i thought it would help you fall asleep faster.” “that was nice of you,” you say, coming to stand close to him. he can feel the warmth from your skin and he can smell your shampoo and, wow, do those pajamas look good on you. you don’t even seem to understand how distracting you are, and barbatos knows he has to make a hasty retreat from your room.
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➳ diavolo wastes no time showering you with compliments, gleefully expressing how much he likes them. he even asks where they're from, leaving you with the impression he wants some of the pajamas for himself. no, he just maybe is thinking about buying some for you, as a gift, then scheduling a bunch of sleepovers. “those are so cute! mc, and you look so good,” he gushes, barely stopping for breath. he really wants you to know how much he likes them, and is this close to asking you to never take them off. he has no shame. seriously. you indulge him, laughing at his dramatics, but he is 100% serious and means every word. you’re this close to asking him to be your full-time hype man (and he’d accept)
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leviathans-watching · 7 months ago
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comforting the obey me boys
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pt 2 • pt 3
contains: lucifer, mammon, asmo, beel, simeon + gn!reader
wc: .7k | rated g
fluff, minor hurt major comfort, soft love
a/n: lololol there’s gonna be a part 2 i promise (if you reblog ily)
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➳ lucifer doesn’t want nor need your comfort, except maybe, he kind of does. he’s not going to let himself come to you, though, you’ll have to force your comfort onto him, once you’re sure he needs it. he’s most likely in his office, bent over paperwork, so when you open the door he doesn’t even bother looking up at you. utilizing the wheels on his chair you push him away from his desk, settling yourself firmly in his lap. he tries to protest, but it’s weak and both of you know it, so you ignore him, just hugging him tightly, squeezing as hard as you can (he’s a demon it’s not going to hurt him). after a moment he’ll submit to the embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed tight. you sit in silence for as long as he needs, then, when he begins to pull back, you get the both of you a mug of tea, his favorite.
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➳ mammon has this internal battle where he loves coming to you for comfort but he also hates it because he thinks it makes him look weak. you assure and reassure him you’d never think that about your first man, and soon enough, he’s comfortable enough to just hug you from behind, inhaling your scent as he basks in your familiar warmth. often, you continue doing what you’re doing, only pausing briefly to find his hand and pat it reassuringly. he’ll follow you as you move around, and sometimes he spills about what’s bothering him, and sometimes he doesn’t. when it’s really bad, he’ll find you in bed and just hold onto you, as if clinging for dear life. you hold on just as tight, knowing you’re the first person he could do this with in a millennium.
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➳ asmo doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his room for a spa day so he can vent. on those days you make sure to apply his face masks extra carefully, trying to convey your love in every movement. every stroke of your hand against his skin or hair is gentle, reverent, and he leans into the touches with wild abandon. you pay close attention to his stories, getting mad with him, sad with him, jealous with him. you’ve eaten ice cream and cried with him and destroyed one of his ex’s stuff with him. really, it’s like how you’d comfort your best friend. once everything is washed off, and both of you are refreshed and revitalized, asmo drags you along to retail therapy. you offer to pay for his stuff.
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➳ beel also doesn’t vocalize when he needs comfort, but it’s pretty easy to tell, what with the way he droops like a sad puppy. you get right to work, preparing his favorite meal and side dishes, not stopping until you have a proper feast. you eat together, plates balanced on your laps as you watch the sunset from a nearby park. you sit in between his legs and he wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your head. he doesn’t go into detail on what’s the matter, but eventually, you draw what’s bothering him out, offering words of support and trying your best to help him come up with a solution. if it’s something really bad, he’ll bury his face in your hair, words coming out muffled. you listen patiently, and once he gets it all out he feels better, especially when you pull out his favorite dessert(s).
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➳ simeon is a little ashamed about needing comfort, after all, he is an angel, but you just roll your eyes at that, pushing yourself into his space to hug him tightly. he easily accepts it, hand clenching the back of your shirt. he doesn't talk, and neither do you, and it only takes a few minutes before he feels better. you step back a little, still holding him, and closes his eyes, afraid the moment will break if he opens them. you murmur consoling words, softly carding your hand through his hair. he melts into the ministrations, just letting you be there for him. sure, heaven is paradise, but sometimes simeon wonders if your arms are better. it’s a foolish thought, he knows, but he can’t help but entertain the notion.
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leviathans-watching · 29 days ago
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liminal spaces (in my heart)
➳ mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➳ wc: .9k | rated g | m.list
the first time you see him, you feel like absolute shit. it’s late, you’re sick of being in the car, and the rest stop vending machine won’t give you your candy.
“come on!” you beg, slamming your hand against the glass. “i already paid!”
“need some help?” spinning around, you come face to face with a tall stranger, his light hair practically glowing in the off-putting lights.
“oh,” you say, surprised. stepping back, you gesture to the vending machine. “my candy is stuck.”
his teeth glint as he smiles. “well, we can’t have that now, can we? let me take a look.”
“no, no. i wouldn’t want to trouble you.”
“it’s not a problem,” insists the stranger, so you step aside, letting him access the machine. he gives it a good knock, but you’re more focused on the determination on his face, the handsome beauty that he wears proudly like armor.
despite yourself, a shiver runs down your back.
so distracted by his face you mange to miss just how he gets your candy, but he squats down and pulls it out of the flap.
“for you,” he says grandly and you laugh, taking it from him. where your fingers brushed his palm tingle.
“thank you so much. i definitely needed this sugar fix. you’re like my own personal guardian angel, or something!”
his blue eyes are striking, almost seeming to glow. “i can promise you i’m definitely now that,” he says, and as soon as he appeared he’s gone, leaving you to wonder if you had imagined him.
the candy you still held proved otherwise.
you see him again mere days later. you’re waiting patiently for the hotel elevator and when the doors open he’s there, standing relaxed.
“you!” you say, almost incredulously.
his eyebrows raise as you step into the elevator, eyes widening slightly.
“me,” he replies mildly. “what floor?”
“lobby,” you answer. “are you staying at this hotel?”
“you could say that.” his fingers tap idly in the railing and you search for something to say. something about him just makes it hard for you not to speak.
“thank you again for the help,” you say in a rush, but beside he can reply the doors chime once more, and a family of four piles into the elevator, forcing you close to him.
it’s silent. the music echoes slightly, distorted just barely.
the elevator lurches as it goes down and the white-haired stranger reaches out to steady you, hand on your arm. you desperately wish you were wearing short sleeves.
when the cart reaches the elevator, he’s the first one out, his absences leaves you inexplicably empty.
“okay,” you laugh. “i’m staring to think you’re following me.”
“i could say the same to you,” the stranger shoots back, a devilish smirk crossing his lips.
“i’m not, i swear!” you insist, holding out your hands. “it’s just a coincidence on my end.” making an effort to lower your voice, you look around you. “so what are you doing here? art galleries don’t really seem like your thing.”
he sniffs, turning to face the piece you’re standing in front of. “how would you know that? we don’t even know each other.”
“that’s true,” you say, somewhat muted by the reminder. “but if you like art so much, tell me your thoughts on this painting.”
he taps his chin seriously, making you chuckle. “it’s got some nice… color,” he finally says, and more laughter bursts from your lips. “hey!” he mock glares, shooting you a look. “i’m telling you my expert opinion and you’re laughing?”
“sorry, sorry. please,” you wave a hand, “go on.”
“no,” he denies, tuning his head away from you. “you had your chance and you blew it.”
“aww,” you whine, following him toward the next room. “i can’t believe i’ve missed this opportunity.”
“too bad so sad,” he says, crossing the threshold into the next room.
you’re not as surprised as you should be to see his gone when you go to follow.
“wait!” you call, a bit desperately, just catching the edge of his jacket at he turns the corner. “please, wait!”
he pauses, and you manage to catch up to him, rushing to do so.
“you’re here,” you say, a bit wonderingly. it had been a while since you had seen him last.
“i am,” he agrees, fiddling with his necklace. “hi.”
“hello.” you stare at him for a moment, still dazed by his otherworldly beauty. “hi.”
“you already said that,” he points out, and you flush.
“yeah, sorry.”
shoving his hands in his pockets, your stranger rocks back and forth on his heels slightly. “i’ve really got to get going,” he says, and you’re stuck with a sudden, overwhelming feeling, one you can’t explain.
“i never got your name,” you say, a bit stupidly.
“mammon.”
“mammon,” you repeat to yourself. “will i ever see you again?”
it feels as if all of your previous run-ins have been leading to this, a culmination of odd experiences and feelings.
mammon (mammon!) grins, sending that now familiar shudder down your spine. “i’m sure we will,” he promises, reaching out to run his knuckles across your cheek. the tingles you had felt before were nothing compared to the electric energy that surrounded you, wild and addicting.
when you come back to yourself he’s gone, but instead of disappointment, there’s only a thrilling excitement bubbling in your gut. you’d see mammon soon. you could feel it.
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➳ lucifer x gn!reader (no mentions of pronouns)
➳ wc: .2k | rated g | m.list
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lucifer watches you sleep, a small smile on his face. he’d deny it if you happened to wake and see it, though.
you’re curled up on one of the living room couches, face pressed into the armrest, and no doubt, you have imprints n your cheek because of it.
you shiver slightly as he watches, and he pauses, noting how your arms seemed to be wrapped around you to ward off the permanent chill that seems to settle over the devildom.
carefully, he unclasps his coat, draping it over your body. it more than covers you, and instinctively, you cuddle into it, mumbling something incoherent.
lucifer freezes, praying he hasn’t woken you. he listens close, trying to make out your words, and is pleasantly surprised to hear you say his name, ‘lucifer’ rolling off of your tongue, smooth even in sleep.
the implications of you saying his name hit him. you recognize his coat. or perhaps his scent. it evokes a feeling inside of him, one somewhat new, yet one he had been feeling more and more often around you.
he brushes his hand over your head, once, smoothing your hair down, then stands, impulsively pulling out his phone. he can’t help but take a picture of you, now can he?
and if the picture becomes his home screen background, that’s his business.
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ok, i have a request for all the demon brothers
this is living rent free in my head
a teen!MC that before the devildom was bullied, but after returning to the human realm, their confidence was up the ROOF, because the pacts with 7 of their big bros protect them from anything
when their bullies start to mess with them again, they threat with summoning x brother, but the bullies just laugh it off like the 8th grade syndrome
UNTIL ONE DAY MC HAS HAD ENOUGH WITH THEIR SHIT AND SUMMONS ONE OF THE BROTHERS.
something like:
bully: what are you going to do? summon a demon?
teen mc, beaten up: bet. *pact mark starts glowing*
how would the demon brothers react?
i'm sorry
Bully!AU part 1
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includes: lucifer, mammon, satan & gn!reader
wc: 1.1k | rated t | m.list | pt 1
warnings: implied violence, the demons actually being demons, threats, bullying
a/n: i modified this ask slightly, but it still holds the same premise! it spiraled out of my control, hence the part 2. all of these are open-ended, and if you'd like you can imagine you calling off the brothers and no actual harm besides a good scaring being done. thanks for requesting! my reqs and inbox are open!
to be tagged in pt 2 fill this out: x
pls reblog mwah
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On the phone with Solomon, you don’t notice someone else in the hallway with you. You’re discussing the brothers and magic, and perhaps you’ve gotten careless, as you’re not talking at quietly as you should be.
“Yeah, who knows,” you say, closing your locker. “Maybe I’ll be able to summon all of them at once. Have you ever been able to summon multiple demons at the same time?”
You listen to Solomon’s reply, unsurprised when he gets called away and has to end the call. Your talks with him are often at odd times as whatever he does in his spare time doesn’t allow for a normal schedule.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by someone laughing behind you. Mockingly.
Turning around, you see the familiar face of your middle school bully, who is, unfortunately, still up to their same tricks. Ever since your return from the Devildom you had been standing up to them, something they didn’t appreciate.
“Summoning demons?” they say, face twisting into a sneer. “Wow, you really are pathetic. Either you’ve really gone off the deep end or you’re playing some dumb make-believe. It’s honestly embarrassing.”
Taking a deep breath, you try to ignore them. However, they step forward, into your space. “Haven’t you ever heard that ignoring someone is rude? Ever since you left for the exchange program, you’re different. They must have taught you poor manners while you were away.” They pause, leaning forward. “I feel a little bad. Who knows what the host family you stayed with was like? It must have been bad, to make you come back like this, though.”
Anger rises in your chest. You know they’re just a dumb bully, and you’ve stood up to way worse, but to hear them insult the brothers does something to you. You think about all of the good memories and the kindness that was extended to you and your composure snaps.
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Lucifer:
The blue glow suddenly surrounding you makes the bully step back, eyes wide.
“W-what?” they say, eyes searching around the two of you wildly. “What is that?”
“That would be me.”
They shriek as Lucifer appears out of thin air, wings taking up the whole hallway. Lucifer’s eyes are glowing red, and the scene is so similar to the times he’d get mad at his brothers it’s honestly a bit surreal.
“Who are you?” they ask, all but trembling.
“Me? I’m Lucifer, Avatar of Sin. And I’m a demon.” Lucifer bares his teeth in a poor semblance of a grin, fangs glistening.
“No,” they say, stepping back even further. “That’s impossible.”
“You’re just a mortal. You do not know all of which this universe contains and all of which is possible. And for you to think that you can harm MC, well-” Lucifer’s aura is almost overpowering at this point, and you’re a little worried about what he’s going to do. “-that was just stupid.”
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Mammon:
A flash of yellow, then Mammon’s at your side, confused.
“MC? Why’d ya summon me? Are ya all right?”
Your bully looks between the two of you, eyes wide. And, well, since Mammon’s already here, it can't hurt to have some fun, right?
Mammon must see something in your gaze, because he turns his attention to them, eyes cold. At that moment, he looks like a real threat.
Mammon stalks forward, powerful, moving with intent. Out of all of the brothers, he was the one you so rarely saw actually angry, meaning you saw his demon form the least.
“Who are you?” your bully asks, seeming to register they're at least in a little bit of danger. “And where’d you come from?”
“The name’s Mammon. And I came from hell, which is, incidentally, where you’ll be going soon.”
They pale, and Mammon’s laugh seems to bounce off of the walls, echoing around you until the sound is distorted, ugly.
“No way,” they murmur, looking like they’re going to run.
“Yes way.” Mammon looks down at them. “And when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you never talked to MC in the first place!”
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Levi:
He pops into existence in a burst of orange, so bright you feel like you need to shield your eyes.
“MC?” he asks, looking around. “Did you mean to call on me? I’m probably the worst choice for whatever you need, after all, I’m just a gross otaku.” His tail lashes, slapping on the ground sharply. Your bully tracks the movement, swallowing
“There’s no way you’re a demon,” they say with faux confidence, bolstered by how Levi talked down about himself.
Levi freezes. “Who is this?” he asks, looking at you.
“Uh,” you manage, trying to figure out how to explain the situation to him, but he seems to get it.
“Oh! This is just like ‘My Friend is Getting Bullied and Accidentally Summons a Demon to Make it Stop’! And you’re my friend,” he says, gesturing to you, “Which means you’re the bully.” His eyes snap or to them, and again, his tail slaps on the ground.
“No,” they say, raising their hands. “This is just a misunderstanding. Right, MC?” They look at you pleadingly, and you bit your lip, making a decision.
“No,” you say, and their face crumples. “Levi, this is exactly like that show. Can you take care of the problem for me?”
“Gladly,” Levi hisses, a ball of power forming between his palms.
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Satan:
He has a book in his hands when he appears, which he calmly closes and tucks away before looking at you.
“MC,” he says, his voice curling around your name. “I take it this isn’t a friendly call.”
“No, not really,” you say. “Sorry for disturbing you.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m always at your beck and call,” Satan smirks. Your bully, perhaps sensing a chance, moves to run away, but before they can make it more than a few steps, Satan moves, placing himself ahead of them. moving impossibly fast. “Who’s this?”
“Uh, this is the person I told you about,” you explain referencing the times you had opened up to him about your middle school years. He understands immediately.
“So you’re the one who thinks you have the right to make other people’s lives a living hell?” Satan stretches his neck, cracking it. “How cute. Where I’m from, you'd be eaten within a day.”
Your bully backs away from Satan, getting closer to you.
“What a pathetic waste of space,” Satan spits, eyes flashing dangerously. “You made mistake upsetting someone who has connections to the pure embodiment of wrath. Enjoy your last few seconds of life, human, because it’s all you’re ever going to get.”
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baking cookies with simeon
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➳ simeon &/x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➳ wc: .2k | rated g | m.list
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simeon watches you smile to yourself as you slide the last tray of cookies into the oven, flour smudged against your skin.
“there,” you say, putting your hands on your hips and stepping back. “all done.”
“almost,” simeon agrees. “we just have to wait for them to get done. and clean up everything.”
you droop. “ugh, i had forgotten about that. do we have to?”
“clean up?” simeon says with a laugh. “yes, unfortunately. here,” he says passing you a dish towel. “i’ll wash if you dry.”
you work in companionable silence, putting the kitchen back to rights. when you had suggested making cookies, simeon had been on board, and the two of you had quickly taken over the kitchen, thankfully beating solomon to it.
you’d made too many cookies, though neither of you mind. sugar cookies were on the oven now, and there is a rack of chocolate chip cookies cooling on one counter and gingersnaps on the other.
everything smells sweet.
the timer dings and simeon, being closed to the oven, checks on the cookies. “i think they’re done.”
putting on a brightly colored oven mitt barbatos had gifted luke at one point or another, he pulls the tray out, setting it on the stove top.
“they look so good,” you say over his shoulder. “i can’t wait to give them out to people.”
“me neither,” simeon hummed. “though obviously we have to taste test first to make sure they’re good.”
“obviously,” you repeat, sly smile echoing his.
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leviathans-watching · 6 months ago
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the obey me boys comforting YOU pt 2
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pt 1 | pt 3
includes: mammon, belphie, solomon, diavolo x/& gn!reader
wc: .5k | rated g
warnings: mentions of crying | tags: hurt/comfort, hcs, tooth-rotting fluff
pt 3 out soon | reqs and inbox open!!
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➳ mammon doesn’t think he’s very… good at comforting you, even if he’s loathe to admit it. he’s never been good with words and he doesn't want to ask you what you need but in your mind, he’s already doing the perfect job, just by being himself. he wraps you in a tight side-hug after draping his jacket over your shoulders, leading you somewhere quiet and out of sight from anyone who would happen to walk past. he then lets you cling to him and cry, if you need to, all of the while blustering and making threats to anyone who would dare hurt you. he also lends you his sunglasses to cover your swollen eyes, walking you back to his room to cuddle with an aura that can only mean everyone else needs to back off.
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➳ belphie coaxes you to the planetarium, where he already has everything set up. blankets and pillows are piled on the ground, and there are a few bottles of water and snacks off to the side. it’s quiet, yet tranquil, and above you is the inky black night, millions of stars twinkling millions of light-years away. belphie shows you each constellation, telling their stories with practiced ease, tone soft and even. you listen, calming down, cuddled into his side, and the two of you stay there, his stories only stopping when night turns to day. if you fall asleep, exhausted from the emotions you’re feeling, he’ll stay up for once, tracing every line of your face with his eyes to really make sure you’re feeling at least a little bit better, a little bit more at ease.
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➳ solomon isn’t one for coddling, so he sometimes struggles to be gentle, most often making you get up and dressed so he can take you out. he clears his pretty busy schedule immediately so he can stay with you, even if you insist he should get to his prior engagements. he buys you something to drink and walks with you at a park nearby, hoping the fresh air will make you feel better. you sit on one of the benches and he gets you to spill, listening intently and kindly, mind already racing to find solutions to help and make you feel better. when you have to part he’ll pull you into a tight hug, whispering reassurances into your ear, telling you to call him if you need to.
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➳ diavolo has never really had to comfort anyone before, or well, has never had anyone to comfort, so the first few times the situation is presented to him he’s unsure, unconfident in his abilities to make you feel better. he does something he rarely does, which is sing for an audience, the dulcet tones of his voice soothing your ears. he sings the lullabies his mother used to sing him, stroking your hair the way she did as well. his voice is soothing, unpolished yet beautiful, and it never fails to make you feel so, so much better. he always grows embarrassed slightly afterward but would never hesitate to sing for you if you asked, willing to put aside his mild mortification for you.
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leviathans-watching · 7 months ago
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comforting the obey me boys pt 2
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pt 1 • pt 3
contains: levi, belphie, diavolo, solomon + gn!reader
wc: .5k | rated g
more fluff, minor hurt major comfort, soft love
a/n: pt 3 coming soon (ppl who reblog are the coolest cats btw)
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➳ levi barely lets you into his room, and the first thing you do when you get in there is launch yourself at him, forcing him to catch you. you let him play all of his favorites, even if it means watching TSL for the billionth time, and you make sure you’re in his space at all times, letting him know, wordlessly, he’s not alone. the two of you let go of other responsibilities for a little while, just hanging out in his room, and while you’re there, you do make him clean it, helping out along the way. even though he complains, it's obvious he feels much better when he can actually see his floor, the lack of clutter helping him relax. you lay with him in his bathtub bed, letting him ramble about whatever piece of media he’s currently invested in, responding verbally at all the right times.
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➳ belphie huddles in the attic, under the blankets, but you force your way in, not letting him isolate himself. you get him to help you make a blanket fort, loading the entire thing with as many pillows as possible, then you lay in the middle of it, fairy lights twinkling above you dimly. it’s safe in there, a space just for the two of you, something he cherishes even if he doesn't voice the feeling. you make yourself the big spoon, covering his body with yours, and just hold him, humming softly. you don’t loosen your grip, even when he cries, shakes, or falls asleep, emotionally exhausted. the steady, warm beat of your heart lulls him to sleep, and he knows you’ll still be there, wrapped around him when he wakes up.
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➳ diavolo needs a break. living up to expectations is stressful, even if he rarely shows it. you make him take a day off and just relax, letting him do recreational activities he doesn't often get to do. you promise barbatos can handle working alone for the day. sometimes, he gets this childlike gleam in his eyes when you’re doing stuff like playing games that makes you wonder if he was forced to grow up too fast. you try not to make a big deal about it, just showing through your actions and words that you’re there for him, showing him with casual touches and reassurances. on his days off, the two of you quickly make it a ritual to curl up by his fireplace under one large blanket, sometimes sleeping, sometimes reading, and sometimes talking.
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➳ solomon is hard to find when he’s upset, you make an effort to figure out his hiding places, systematically searching through them to locate him. once you do, you approach him quietly, just placing yourself next to him, no words needed. he’ll take your hand, sometimes, and you squeeze, letting him squeeze back. once he’s ready to leave, you go with him, giving him a little bit of ego fluffing along the way as you ask him questions about this or that, letting him teach you. he enjoys being knowledgeable so you give him a platform to share it with you, which honestly, isn’t so bad, as you actually retain some of the information. you keep holding hands, and maybe both of your palms are a little sweaty, and maybe neither of you care.
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leviathans-watching · 6 months ago
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revealing the truth that was buried inside
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a/n: sorry this took so long a) the words kept just coming and b) there's been some family stuff. thank you to all who've liked, replied, reblogged, and requested for a part two!! this one pretty much ties up this universe and has a happy ending! (title from reflections by misterwives)
this is part 2 to angry at all of the things i can't change, a request from @dexpairs-blog asking "Hi! If that's ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they're asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they're treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved."
wc: 3k | rated t | cross posted on ao3
mammon &/x gn!reader, mammon & his brothers, simeon & gn!reader
warnings: shown + referenced unhealthy family dynamics/relationships, cursing, fighting, mc had a bad home situation (not specific), mild violence (injuries and blood)
tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mild angst, character exploration, happy ending, making up, protective reader
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Making sure you have the list of things Mammon wanted you to grab, you hesitate outside of the House of lamentation’s gate. Exhaling and straightening your shoulders, you shove it open, walking up to the front doors.
Quietly opening the door, you slip inside, ready to be gone as soon as possible. You were just there to grab stuff to bring back to Diavolo’s castle, nothing more, nothing less.
Maybe you could even slip by unnoticed?
Of course, luck wasn’t on your side.
Turning a corner, you crash right into Beel, who’s eyes widen. Quickly, you made the ‘shh’ motion, putting a finger over your lip.
“MC?” he asks in a whisper, looking like he couldn’t believe you were there. “What are you doing here? Are you coming back?”
Shaking your head, you sigh. While you weren't furious with Beel like you were with some of the other brothers. you couldn't deny the disappointment that rose inside of you when you saw him. While he really wasn’t one of the instigators, was sitting back and doing nothing really any better?
“No, I’m just grabbing some stuff from Mammon and I’s rooms.” Continuing down the hall towards your room, you feel his footsteps steadily behind you.
“I see.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m kind of at a loss here.”
Tone sharp, you respond “Kind of at a loss of what to do or of what you did wrong?”
“What to do now!” Hastily clarifying, Beel waves his hands. “I know what I did wrong. I’ve known for a while. I just… didn’t know how to stop or stop it.”
Looking back at him, you see the genuine guilt in his eyes. But then again, it’s not you he should be directing his guilt towards. “I don’t really care, Beel. I’m not the one you should be telling this to.”
Entering your room, you start getting your things together, quickly throwing some changes of clothes into a bag. Beel hesitates in the doorway.
“I know that,” he finally says. “And I’m not good with words, but I did my best to get this down, so please, considering giving this to Mammon.”
He’s holding out a folded piece of paper. A letter, probably. You take it, gently sliding it into your pocket.
“Don’t expect everything to be okay immediately,” you warn.
“I know.” Beel’s voice is surprisingly strong. “But I’m willing to give him as much time as it takes.”
*
Handing Mammon the letter from Beel, you flop down on one of the numerous plush couches in the room you’re in.
“What’s this?” he asks, sitting down beside you.
“It’s from Beel,” you say, watching him carefully. He stiffens slightly, but opens it anyway, carefully unfolding the paper.
His eyes scan the page slowly, and vaguely you wonder what Beel had penned down. He finishes reading and clutches the letter in his lap, eyes misty. You watch quietly, not passing any judgment.
“You okay?” you eventually ask, and Mammon nods.
“It’s his, uh, apology. Surprisingly articulate, if I do say so myself.” Mammon turns the letter over in his hands. “I actually feel a bit better, reading it. He really owned up to his role in all of this.”
“Well, that’s good,” you venture. It’s been a couple of weeks since you had gotten in touch with Diavolo, who, as promised, dealt with the situation quickly and openly, not allowing them any excuses. Since then, a few of them have tried to reach out, sending gifts or leaving voicemails, though this was the first fully formed, fleshed-out apology either of you had seen.
Asmo was trying, in his own way, sending gifts almost daily, a myriad of things he had picked out, obviously with Mammon in mind. Levi had reached out a few times as well, leaving a few texts here and there, but all of them were sent late at night when he wasn’t likely to get a reply.
None of them had tried to see you or Mammon in person.
Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer had yet to reach out, though you thought Lucifer’s lack of a response probably hurt the worst. Try as he might, Mammon was painfully see-through.
Switching the topic, you challenge Mammon to a game, grabbing the controllers from where they sit.
*
“So Belphegor still hasn’t said anything?” Simeon asks, growing at you from over the floral patterned tea set. “That’s unlike him.”
“Yeah,” you say wryly, remember how willing he was to face things head-on. “I hope he does something soon.”
“If I were to warrant a guess, I’d say he’s ashamed. Think about it, this is his second big mess-up since you arrived down here,” Simeon delicately says, making you snort.
“He should be ashamed. Mammon’s got a big heart, which is probably the only thing that kept him from being fucked up. Belphie’s got an attitude and needs to learn a few things about the real world, namely that he’s going to have to face repercussions for being a little bitch.”
Simeon nods sagely. “I agree. Beel’s protected him a little bit too much.”
“Yeah,” you say. “Anyway, how are you and Luke? I feel like I haven’t been able to catch up with you guys lately?”
“We’ve been well. Solomon, not so much. Asmo’s been dragging him out every day in his search to get Mammon the perfect thing. He comes back every night exhausted.” Simeon’s lips quirk up slightly. “Though that does mean he’s causing a lot less trouble.”
Chuckling, you can't help but picture Solomon walking through the door, bone tired. “That sounds like him. The less time he has on his hands, the better.”
Continuing your conversation, you don’t see the flash of yellow-blonde hair stop briefly by the window before moving on.
*
“Like, am I just s’posed to forgive them?” Mammon asks one night, lying next to you in bed. “I’m not angry, really, but it feels wrong to just let them all back in my life like nothin’ happened.”
“I think that’s really something only you can decide,” you tell him, rolling over to see his face. “Though I have to admit, watching them sweat for once in their life is kind of nice.”
Mammon smiled softly. “Yeah. All the gifts are kinda nice, I’m not gonna lie. But,” he paused. “I miss them. And I want it to go back to normal but I don’t know how to do that.”
“Maybe start small,” you advise. “Go out with Beel for lunch. Game with Levi. Something that’s comfortable for both of you but also lets you start reconnecting. Of course, don’t feel pressured to do this just because you think you should, or because I told you to. Make sure you’re okay with this in your heart.”
Mammon nods. “That sounds nice. I think I’ll try that.”
Neither of you mention Lucifer.
*
“So, how’s everything been?” Diavolo asks, settling down in a chair across the table.
“Well, Mammon’s hanging out with Satan at the moment. I think they’re going gambling, so that outta be nice,” you reply, looking up from lunch.
Diavolo smiles. “I’m sure that’s all well and good, but I’m asking about you. How have you been? Having to suddenly cut the brothers like that can’t have been easy; you were all fairly close, even considering the… circumstances.”
You sigh. “Well, it hasn’t been great, but it’s worth it. Sometimes distance is needed. And anyway, I’ve been hanging out with a few of them lately, as they work to make it up to Mammon.”
“I just want to make sure you know you’re allowed to take as much time as you need as well. And that you’re not defined by Mammon’s relationships with the others even as much as it may feel like that, since you’re so staunchly on Mammon’s side.”
“I know that. I’ve been texting with Levi, Asmo, and Beel quite a bit, and we’re tentatively trying to hang out as a group soon. It’s nice, I’ll admit, to be able to hang out with them again, but it’s still a little weird as we’re all on our best behavior.”
“I’d sure hope so,” Diavolo says with a little hum. “Heard anything from Belphegor or Lucifer yet?”
Winching, you shake your head. “No. I’d imagine it’s going to take some other catalyst for Lucifer to reach out, and for Belphie, I have no idea.”
“Lucifer’s pride is quite strong, though his demonic nature doesn't excuse his behavior, so I know he struggles to admit he’s wrong. He’ll come around. He cares, deeply, but isn’t good at expressing or even remembering that.” Looking down at the table with a small frown, Diavolo continues. “I’ve talked to him some and I can tell he’s struggling. I can only hope he makes the right decision before it’s too late.”
So many responsibilities and expectations, all put onto Lucifer, most of them coming from himself. He, like Mammon, was forced to grow up too fast, something that undoubtedly stunted some of his emotional growth.
You couldn't really find it in your heart to be that sympathetic, though. Not remembering Mammon’s unshed tears, his clenched fists.
*
“What’s that?” you ask, gravitating to the mouth of an alley. You could faintly hear the sounds of scuffling, as well as some pained groans. “Someone could be in trouble!”
“Not my problem,” Mammon shrugs, hands in his pockets. You fixed him with a glare. Rolling his eyes, Mammon changes his tune. “Fine, fine, I’ll check it out. Stay behind me so you don't get hurt.”
Following Mammon into the alley, you head towards the noise, wondering what you’d find.
Wou weren’t ready for the sight of Belphie getting the shit kicked out of him by a pack of older demons. Mammon’s in motion in an instant, hardly seeming to think about what he was doing.
“Hey! What the hell are ya doin’?” Mammon shouts, grabbing all of their attention. “Get off of him!”
“Dude, that’s Mammon!” One of them hisses, stepping back.
“So?” The leader challenges. “He’s weak. Not fit to bear the title of ‘Avatar of Greed.’”
You watch Mammon’s lip curl, but before he can say anything, Belphie manages to speak. “That’s not true! He’s technically the third most powerful demon down here, do you really want to fuck with him?”
The leader whips his head towards Belphie. “Shut up or I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Mammon asks, voice dangerously low. “Touch him and die.”
A few of the others back off, quickly moving away as Mammon advances. The leader starts to move, but before he can go anywhere, Mammon is on top of him, eyes glowing gold.
You let him bat the crap out of the demon for a while. The others have all ran away, disappearing quickly. Cowards, the lot of them.
Once it looks like Mammon might accidentally kill the guy, you grab his attention, gently pulling him away from the guy, who tries to crawl away, dragging himself across the ground.
“You better run!” Mammon spits. “If I see you again it’ll be the last time anyone sees you! And that’s a promise! You go after my brother, you go against me!”
The guy manages to get out of the alley, stumbling his way down the street. It’s quiet save for the sound of Mammon’s ragged breaths.
“Why?” Belphie asks, voice breaking. “Why’d you help me after all I did?”
Mammon scrubs a hand over his face. “What, you thought I’d just walk away and let them do whatever to ya?”
“I deserve it.” Belphie looks down, wiping a bit of blood off of his cheek. You realize he’s crying, tears sliding down his face.
“The hell are ya talking about?”
Belphie shakes his head, more tears welling up.
Sighing, Mammon helps his little brother up. “Seriously? You think a few harsh words mean you should get physically assaulted? That’s dramatic, even for you.”
Belphie clutches Mammon’s jacket. “You always let me get away with stuff too easily! It wasn’t just a few harsh words, I was bullying you! And you know it, so don’t try to minimize the situation!”
Mammon says nothing, just soothing Belphie, letting him stain his jacket with tears. You stay back, silent.
“I’m sorry.” Belphie finally pulls back, voice thick. “I’m sorry for everything. Every rude comment, every mean joke. I’m sorry I haven’t apologized before this. I should have, I know, but I couldn't;t find a way to do it. I didn’t know how to approach you. I couldn't stand the thought of you not forgiving me.”
“Oh, Belphie,” Mammon’s voice is soft. “Of course I’d forgive you. How could I not?”
“I was worried,” Belphie admits. “I’ve already screwed up in big ways, bigger than anyone else, and I was worried I’d fucked everything up for good this time.”
“We’re family, Belphie,” Mammon insists, and you look away. “I’m always gonna be there to save yer ass when you get in trouble. I’m always gonna protect ya. You are my littlest brother, you know.”
Belphie nods slowly, still holding onto Mammon.
“Now c’mon,” Mammon says. “Let’s get ya cleaned up.”
*
“I’m glad you and Belphegor made up,” you say, and Mammon looks over, perhaps sensing something in your voice. “You’re amazing- the way you jumped in to help, no hesitation.”
“I was just doin’ what anyone would,” Mammon tries, and when you don’t respond, his brow furrows. Crouching down so he can look into your eyes, Mammon scans your face. “Is everythin’ all right?”
“I guess I’m just thinking about my family a little bit,” you admit, and Mammon sinks all the way down, making himself comfortable. He motions for you to continue, so you do, thoughts making themselves known. “Like, what if I were still in the human realm? Would we have made up? Or would things be the same?”
Taking your hand, Mammon works to find the words to say. “Well,” he falters. “I don’t really think there’s a way to know for sure. And I know we can’t hope to replace yer real family, but I’d like to think us down here, even the angels, we’re your family too.”
“I mean, of course you are,” you say. “But sometimes I just wonder…”
“I know.” Mammon’s gaze is far away, and your reminded he lived a whole life in the celestial realm before he came down here. He’s experienced things you can’t even begin to imagine. “And as long as you don’t obsess, it’s not a bad thing. Ya just have to remember you deserve more than them.”
“I know,” you promise, squeezing his hand. “I know.”
A knock sounds on the door, starting you both.
“Pardon the intrusion,” Barbatos says, gently opening the door. “But Mammon, you’ve got a caller.”
“Is it Belphie?” Mammon asks. Barbatos shakes his head.
“Nope, Lucifer.”
Mammon freezes, and you detach yourself from him kindly, squeezing his shoulder. “Go talk to him, if you feel ready. I’ll wait here, to give you privacy.”
After a moment, Mammon nods, rising, following Barbatos out the door and out of your sight.
*
“Lucifer,” Mammon greets, seeing him in the doorway. A tidal wave of hurt, or fear, or something rises in him instinctually, but he pushes it back, taking a few steps forward.
“Mammon,” Lucifer breathes. It’s apparent, even at a glance, that he has not been doing well. There are worse bags than normal under his eyes and his shoulders are so tense it looks like he’s trying to turn himself inside out. “I’m sorry.”
Even though he expected it, it’s still a shock to hear Lucifer apologize.
Drawing up some of his indignation, his anger, Mammon responds “Is that all? Have you come here to cross this off of your to-do list?” It’s harsh, but hey, Mammon figures Lucifer deserves it.
“No, please,” Lucifer lurches forward, reaching out before seeming to catch himself. “Please, listen to me. I know I don’t deserve to stand here before you, not after all I’ve done, but please, at least let me apologize fully.”
Crossing his arms, the action grounding him, Mammon raises an eyebrow.
“My actions over the past centuries have been inexcusable. When we fell I had to make so many sacrifices, not to say that the rest of you didn’t, and I suppose you seemed like the best outlet for all of my anger at the time. I truly believe I had good intentions in the beginning but over time, it all twisted, warping into constant criticism and cruelty. You’ve been nothing but a great brother even when none of us deserve it, as shown by today’s events, and we have taken your kindness and all that is still good in your heart and exploited it, using it as a weakness.” Lucifer pauses, breathing heavily. “It was unforgivable of me to constantly hold your sin against you when none of the others ever received the same treatment for indulging in theirs, including me. I can only hope that you can find it within yourself to if not forgive me, then at least accept my apology. If you can’t I’ll remove myself from the premises and not bother you again.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mammon interrupts, holding up his hands. “Who said anything about a permanent cut-off? I don’t want that!” Overwhelmed, Mammon braves a glance over at Lucifer, who’s standing there, so defeated.
“Thank you,” Lucifer says, relief crystal clear in his tone. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. I’m sorry that I made you feel like it would ever be otherwise. You’re my blood and I love you more than you could know.”
*
You sit down, pulling out a chair between Mammon and Diavolo. Levi’s across from you, and on his sides sit Lucifer and Solomon. It’s the first, well, family gathering you’ve had since you first went to Diavolo, and you can’t lie, it’s fairly awkward.
“Here,” Solomon says, passing around a dish. “It’s a new recipe of mine. You’ve got to try it!”
You all look at each other, then laugh, the tension easing slightly. Mammon’s hand finds your under the table, and as he talks with Beel, Asmo, Belphie, and Satan, you look over at Lucifer, who’s watching his family so tenderly, so openly, you can’t help but know in your heart things’ll be better.
They already are.
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belphie x (gn) mc whos been afraid of him, but is finally starting to feel comfortable around him? like they even started calling him "belphie" when they mever did before
what might be memory feels like flesh and bone
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includes: belphie x gn! reader, belphie & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: 1.4k | rated g | m.list | cross-posted on ao3
warnings: mentions of your death (canon compliant), mentions of blood, mentions of violence, angst, guilt, mentions of nightmares
tags: hurt/comfort, angst, angst with a happy ending, character study (sort of), developing relationship, character growth, POV second person, POV third person
a/n: title from medusa in a stone garden by molly ofgeography. this was written fairly quickly and not beta-read so if you see a mistake please let me know!! thanks for the ask and i hope you like this! my inbox is open to req or chat!!
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He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.
It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.
*
He did not deserve your kindness.
Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.
And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.
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Belphegor tries to ignore your flinch as he enters the room. It’s been weeks since the initial conflict and to see you still so untrusting, well, it’s fair, he’ll give you that, but it only serves to make him feel worse and worse.
He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.
It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.
Sitting down on the couch, as far away from you as he could manage, Belphegor wondered if he should just leave again. Your eyes were fixed on the television screen determinedly, yet your posture was tense, shoulders stiff. He could hear how your pulse picked up when you saw him, hear how it thundered away in your small, breakable body.
The body he had broken once.
He was too blinded by rage to really focus on what your body had looked like laying there, bloodied by his own hands, but he was intimately familiar with it now, as he saw it in your dreams every night, saw how the visions tortured you, how you were forced to face your own mortality every single time you fell asleep.
And it was all his fault.
The silence, which he had grown all too familiar with due to his time in the attic was suffocating, the air heavy. He had to say something.
“Hey.” Great start, idiot. Your head whipped towards him, your pulse spiking once again. He found himself trapped in your haunted eyes.
(His fault.)
“I know I can never make up for what I’ve done but please, let me try. What I did was horrific, demonic, and I sunk to lows I hadn’t thought possible. All for some idea of revenge.” Belphegor pauses, searching for words. “I swear on my life, no, Lilith’s memory, I’ll never hit you again. You have my promise, my word, and to go back on my word is to shame myself, as it is for all demons.”
Your gaze is heavy, and you seem to be searching him in the pregnant pause.
“Alright,” You say finally. “I’ll take it.”
*
Slowly, the two of you fall into a rhythm. Your nightmares fade over time, and you become somewhat more comfortable around him, letting him sit closer than before.
You still don't like to be alone with him, though, which is fair.
As for Belphegor, he does his damnest to honor his promise, making sure that he’s careful around you, both physically and emotionally. He’s nothing but kind, considerate, and for once, has no hidden intentions.
If he’s honest with himself, he misses your talks. When he was in the attic, and you stuck outside the doors, things were easy. He didn’t have to care for you, yet he still found himself enraptured by the subtle tone changes in your voice as you told a story, the sound of your humming every once and a while.
He has your humming stuck in his head now, the same notes repeating over and over and over.
None of his brothers trust him around you, which is fair. Most of his relationships with them are gently mending, some faster than others. He’s doing his best to help the mending, not hinder it.
“Do you want to walk with me?”
Your voice startles him- out of everyone who’d speak to him in th house you were on the very bottom of the list.
Yet here you were, offering your companionship and time like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t killed you.
He couldn’t bring himself to say no.
It was mostly quiet as you walked through the gardens. You seemed to know your way around them better than he did, and wasn't that an odd notion? Belphegor knew that you knew you were bing followed- at least one of his well-meaning brothers was trailing the two of you, ready to intervene if the situation needed it.
(It was odd knowing he’d be the one everyone fought against- the seven of them, all changed around by one human, even if it was in different ways.)
“I want to know about you,” you say eventually, face turned towards him instead of away. “I know some, but I want to know more.”
And he knew, instinctively, you were talking for the Belphegor from the attic, the too-real him masquerading as fake. You needed to know how much of what the two of you had shared was real, and how much was for his own twisted manipulations.
So Belphegor did as he was asked. he spoke of the endless passage of time he had experienced, the differences between the Devildom and the realm of the angels, and Lilith. He spoke of Lilith.
And you listened, quietly, kindly. He did not deserve your kindness.
Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.
It was hard to speak of Lilith, hard to focus on the good before the tragedy, yet he did anyway. He found himself choked up, yet you made no comment of it, carefully switching the topic around and asking him.
And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.
*
You watch as Belphegor looks around himself before picking up the kitten, carefully cradling it in his arms. You’re just close enough to hear him baby-talking it, words kind and quiet.
“Oh, you poor thing. Let’s get you to Satan, alright?” Belphegor gently rubs the cat’s head, watching it nuzzle into his touch. He checks to make sure that was the only one then stood, taking the kitten with him.
You watch him walk away, no doubt to do exactly as he said he would, a warm feeling expanding in your chest.
Months had passed since Belphegor had done the… thing, and while for a long time it had been rough, you could say with confidence both of you were feeling better about the whole situation. You still hadn’t fully forgiven him and doubted you ever would, but you considered him a friend and hoped he thought the same of you.
In your efforts to reconcile, you had spent a ton of time with each other, peeling back deeper and deeper layers each time, until you were both fully exposed, everything laid out bare for the other to see.
Often, your mind would drift to that first time he had approached you after everything had unfolded. How he had no doubt noticed your terror, and made efforts to diminish that, swearing not to hurt you.
The move had surprised you- for all Lucifer claims to be the Avatar of Pride, Belphegor was prideful in his own way, especially back then, when he was stuffed so full of self-righteousness that it had been practically seeping from his pores.
Yet he made the first move, working to correct his mistakes, even if it had surely seemed hopeless, which must have taken bravery.
*
Belphegor didn’t know what, but it seems like something has changed. Whatever has been keeping you from fully accepting him (and rightfully so) seems to have faded, allowing you to embrace your relationship with him like never before.
Not that he’s complaining, of course, but it was odd, not being able to identify the catalyst.
“Belphie,” you whine, both the nickname and the childish tone of your voice surprising him. “Help me!”
Beel’s fast asleep, large arm pinning you to the bed no matter how much you try to wiggle out from under it.
“I have to pee!” you plea, and Belphie acquiesces, helping you slide out from under Beel’s hold. You shoot him a grateful smile, quickly ducking to peck his cheek before heading to the bathroom, leaving Belphegor frozen, face a brilliant shade of red.
He knows you’ve fully forgiven him for all that he has done, yet, in that moment, he swears he’ll do more than try not to hurt you- he’ll cherish and protect you as long as you both shall live.
(He understands now, why all of his brothers are drawn to you like a moth is to a flame. He is among them, now, willing to stay in your orbit as long as you’ll have him, taking every bit of light you give him with greedy, gentle hands.)
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what if you did like the obey me boys comforting you? like flip the prompt when you're comforting them. love your writing btw
the obey me boys comforting YOU
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pt 2 | pt 3
includes: lucifer, asmo, beel, barbatos x/& gn!reader
warnings: implied hurt, crying | tags: fluff, comfort, hcs, the boys being soft
wc: .5k | rated g
a/n: thank you and thanks for the req! i know the boys would do anything in their power to make you feel better so this definitely ended up super soft. part 2 & 3 out later this week. requests & my inbox are open!!
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➳ lucifer sets up soft music, letting the gentle slow notes drift through the air as he lets you talk about all of  your feelings. not once does he dismiss or minimize them, and he often asks open-ended questions to help you get your thoughts in order, never judging you for your actions or feelings. once he has a good idea of the situation he offers support and works to find solutions when appropriate, knowing sometimes an answer to the problem isn't what you're looking for. he holds your hand and rubs your back in slow, soothing motions, gloves off for once, and he’ll never complain if your hand is sweaty, even if you try to pull away, insisting that it is.
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➳ asmo takes you into his bathroom, gently washing your face and wiping off your flushed skin. he then runs you a warm bath, pulling out all of the stops with flower petals, essential oils, and a bath bomb, making sure they wont irritate your skin. if you’re comfortable with it, he washes your hair, giving you a head massage while he’s at it, hands trailing down your neck ans shoulders as well. when you’re out of the bath he smooths face lotion across your cheeks, he then bundles you in his fluffiest bath robe and tucks you into bed, making sure you drink some water beforehand so you don't wake up feeling dehydrated or with a terrible headache. in the morning he treats your puffy eyes, fingers cool against your jaw.
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➳ beel doesn’t outright say anything but he makes an effort to be physically there for you, making sure he’s never an arms length away. he knows you find comfort in his presence so he’s always right there, even if it means making the others jealous, accusing him of hogging you. he calls up barbatos, who he doesn’t usually speak to, asking him to make your favorite dessert(s). when he hands it to you, you know he’s made a great effort not to eat it, yet, when you offer him some he declines, saying it’s all for you, the action warms your heart, and you know he'll do anything in his power to make you feel better, even if it makes going against his very nature.
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➳ barbatos pours you a mug of tea, letting you wrap your shaking hands around the warm porcelain. he sits you on one of the plush couches in the mansion, settling down beside you, and carefully draws the story out of you, listening intently. he wraps an arm around you, allowing your tears to soak into his shoulder if you end up crying. you try to apologize for messing up his clothes, but he doesn’t let you, reminding you that it’s just a shirt and a little snot never hurt anybody. he then utilizes his dry humor to make you at least give him a smile, and ends up pressing a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering.
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Bully!AU pt 2
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includes: asmo, beel, belphie & gn!reader
wc: .8 k | rated t | m.list | pt 1
warnings: explicit language, implied violence, asmo's lust*, beel's hunger for humans, bullying, threatening, the demons being demons
a/n: continuation of the ask i got. all of these are open-ended, and if you’d like you can imagine you calling off the brothers and no actual harm besides a good scaring being done. thanks for requesting! my reqs and inbox are open! the ask requested what the brothers would do if a teen!MC summoned them while being bullied by their old middle school bully after they overheard them taking about demons
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* in asmo's part, it's could be interpreted he's going to use his sin on the bully. that is not what's happening. i would never say/write asmo would weaponize his powers or use sex as a weapon. if something like this could make you uncomfortable, please skip asmo's part.
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On the phone with Solomon, you don’t notice someone else in the hallway with you. You’re discussing the brothers and magic, and perhaps you’ve gotten careless, as you’re not talking at quietly as you should be.
“Yeah, who knows,” you say, closing your locker. “Maybe I’ll be able to summon all of them at once. Have you ever been able to summon multiple demons at the same time?”
You listen to Solomon’s reply, unsurprised when he gets called away and has to end the call. Your talks with him are often at odd times as whatever he does in his spare time doesn’t allow for a normal schedule.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by someone laughing behind you. Mockingly.
Turning around, you see the familiar face of your middle school bully, who is, unfortunately, still up to their same tricks. Ever since your return from the Devildom you had been standing up to them, something they didn’t appreciate.
“Summoning demons?” they say, face twisting into a sneer. “Wow, you really are pathetic. Either you’ve really gone off the deep end or you’re playing some dumb make-believe. It’s honestly embarrassing.”
Taking a deep breath, you try to ignore them. However, they step forward, into your space. “Haven’t you ever heard that ignoring someone is rude? Ever since you left for the exchange program, you’re different. They must have taught you poor manners while you were away.” They pause, leaning forward. “I feel a little bad. Who knows what the host family you stayed with was like? It must have been bad, to make you come back like this, though.”
Anger rises in your chest. You know they’re just a dumb bully, and you’ve stood up to way worse, but to hear them insult the brothers does something to you. You think about all of the good memories and the kindness that was extended to you and your composure snaps.
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Asmo:
The bright pink glow is almost blinding, making you avert your eyes. Your bully does the same, wincing.
“Really MC, you had to summon me now?” Asmo whines, hair mussed. “I was about to get lucky, if you know what I mean.”
“Ew,” you say, wringing your nose. “And I didn’t really mean to call you up here.”
‘“Then why did you?” Asmo’s eyes finally find your bully, whose eyes are wide, taking in Asmo’s demon form. “Oh~” he lilts, stepping over. “Who is this?”
“Uh,” they say, looking to you. You’re of course, no help and fill Asmo in on the situation.
“So you’re giving me dear MC here trouble? How scandalous,” Asmo purrs, slinking ever closer to them. “Unfortunately, not the kind of scandalous I like.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Do to you?” Asmo laughs. “I think you should be asking what I’m going to do with you.”
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Beel:
He towers over both you and your bully, face set in a scowl that you’ve learned to read as slightly confused and slightly worried.
“MC? What’s up? Are you okay?”
“What the fuck?” the bully says, tremor in their voice. “Is that.”
Beel turned to them, head cocked like a puppy. It would be cute, but the dragonfly wings on his back kind of take away from that. “What?” His voice deepens almost into a growl.
“Beel,” you say, and he holds back, only slightly. “This is the person I told you about. You know, the one who did all that shit to me before I met you.”
Understanding fills his eyes and he cracks his knuckles. His chest puffs out even further, impressive muscles bulging, and you know the normally gentle demon is upset, angry even.
His stomach growls loudly, a rumble that fills the air, and Beel grimaces before licking his lips, taking large, powerful steps towards the bullet, who had been slowly backing up ever since Beel appeared.
“There’s nowhere to run, so don’t even try,” Beel warns, a dangerous smirk forming o his face. “Though if you do… caught prey always does taste better.”
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Belphie:
Belphie materializes out of nowhere, purple eyes attentive for once, no trace of sleep lingering within them. He seems to grasp the situation almost immediately and is upon the bully before you can say a word, holding tight to their arm.
“Who’s this?” he asks, and they pause their squirming to open their big, dumb mouth.
“Who are you?!”
Blephie chuckles, the sound devoid of any humor. “Me? You stupid humans. I’m Belphegor. I’m the Avatar of Pestilence. If you had any sense you’d be bowing at my feet.”
They let out a little whimper. “What are you doing with MC, then? Surely a, um, demon as powerful as yourself can keep better company?” Oh, they went for the flattery route. Too bad they picked the wrong demon to try that on.
“Don’t ever insult MC!” Belphie hisses. “I made the mistake of hurting them once, and it’s one of the biggest regrets of my long, long life. I’ll never let anyone do the same!”
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how they confess to you
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includes: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie x gn!reader
wc: .4k | rated g
hcs, fluff, confession scenes
cw: food/eating, mention of lust
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➳ lucifer is the epitome of poised. he has a short and to the point speech that clearly and elegantly displays his feelings. he waits there, for your reply, hands clasped together as you work to formulate your response. of course, he’s not worried, he knows you’ll return the feelings.
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➳ mammon confesses jokingly, but there’s something in his voice that makes you pause. when you turn to look at him the remnants of the smile on his face have turned more into a nervous grimace, but when you accept, he goes full tsundere, covering his blush with his hand.
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➳ levi goes with the grade school route: a note with a ‘do you like me? check yes or no’ in his chicken scratch handwriting. you check ‘yes’ and stick the note in his bag. you see him open it from across the classroom and short-circuit, putting his head down for a few minutes.
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➳ satan also goes with a classic: confession letter. he hands it to you and walks away, under the guise of letting you make a decision, but really he’s so nervous and wants to keep his composure up in front of you. you return his feelings, and later on, when he’s trying to find something in your stuff he finds the letter, carefully cherished and kept.
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➳ asmo really doesn’t use his words, confessing with a kiss instead. he presses his lips against yours gently, holding back most of his sin to allow you to break the contact if you’d like. you guys use your words after the initial kiss, but really, asmo isn’t great at that which is why he led with a kiss
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➳ beel just comes out with it and says it at the most mundane of times. like your just sitting in the kitchen with him and he’s like “hey mc, i like you”. your jaw drops while you try to work through the words, trying to figure out if he like-likes you. “i like you too, beel,” you say, and he smiles. the two of you just continue hanging out and eating (at least on beel’s part) but the atmosphere is slightly different.
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➳ belphie confesses when you’re cuddling. he thinks your asleep and says it, carding a hand through your hair. to his surprise, you turn over, burying your face in his chest and tell him you feel the same. you then promptly fall asleep, leaving belphie flustered as he wraps an arm around you.
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MC who's afraid of bugs pt 2
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pt 1
wc: .3k | rated g | m.list
includes: the dateables &/x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of bugs and spiders, killing bugs, poisonous bugs, etc. dni if you have a fear of insects/spiders
a/n: pt 2 to the anon ask for how would the boys + the dateables react to a mc who's super scared of bugs asking them to kill it. as always, my inbox is open to chat or req!
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➳ simeon doesn't really like to kill things, as he is an angel, after all. he does anyway, with the argument that since the bug is from the devildom he can kill it since it’s technically evil and an abomination, or something like that. honestly, you don’t really care, as you’re more focused on getting as far away as possible from it.
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➳ solomon is also interested in them. he takes them back home with him no matter what, much to your disgust. he always ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ at each spider or bug, poking and prodding them, and meanwhile, you’re standing atop a chair like hello? he knows your uncomfortable around bugs, to put it lightly, so tries to wrap up his investigations quickly, but he gets distracted and invested easily.
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➳ diavolo kind of feels bad for the bugs. after all, they’re just living their lives after all! he hesitates on killing them so long that barbatos usually does it when diavolo’s turned away, thankfully for you. the only time he’s ready to kill is if it’s a bug that could hurt you, then his ‘must protect MC’ instincts kick in and he’s finding the nearest book or something to squash it.
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➳ barbatos is capable. he’s already on the scene, swooping down to catch the insect in one smooth motion. more often than not, he’s caught the spider or bug before you’ve even noticed it. he’s just cool like that. he disposes of them outside, unless they can harm you, which then he flushes them in a wad of toilet paper, with little to no remorse.
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leviathans-watching · 11 months ago
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Obey Me Shall We Date Fics
masterlist
➳ imagines
➳ drabbles & ficlets
➳ smaus & misc format
fics:
liminal spaces (in my heart) (.9k) (g)
you and a handsome stranger keep meeting in the oddest of places. mammon x gn!reader
[Read]✓ (t) (1.1k) (one shot)
[Chat: Mammon, Lucifer]
Mammon: hey lucifer
Lucifer: What do you want, Mammon
Mammon: would it have been better if i died in the war instead of lilith?
Lucifer: [Read]✓
'Cause loving you, loving you is too hard (All I do, all I do's not enough) (t) (2k) (oneshot)
“Don’t give me that shit.” Mammon stood. “I’m telling you I can’t! I can’t do it, and I can’t make you love me, and I’ve accepted that!”
“You think I don't love you?”
“Weren’t you listening?” Mammon asked. “Obviously.”
All of the anger drained out of Lucifer’s shoulders, leaving him looking defeated. “I’ve failed you. I’ve failed you as a brother, as a caretaker. If I’ve made you think I don't love you, then I’ve committed a grievous error.”
“What?” Mammon didn’t understand.
3 times lucifer was a good older brother to mammon (t) (1.2k) (3 times fic)
“mammon, these are fantastic.” lucifer said, tone colored with an emotion mammon couldn’t name. it was a warm sound, though, so he wasn’t too worried. “i knew you could do it. you’ve always been exceptionally bright, and once you set your mind to it you do great.”
mammon took the offered report card back, a little numb. lucifer always thought he could do it?
what might be memory feels like flesh and bone (g) (1.4k) (oneshot)
He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.
It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.
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He did not deserve your kindness.
Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.
And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.
Sticks & Stones (mammon/reader) (t) (complete) (13k)
“MC seemed off today, right?” Satan asked, looking at his brothers.
“For sure.” Belphie agreed, and it was quiet for a moment.
“I was going to ask why they were wearing your jacket, Mammon, but now I’m more worried about this,” Leviathan remarked, and Mammon smirked a little, but it was overshadowed by concern for his human.
“To be honest,” Asmo dabbed at his mouth daintily with a napkin. “I’ve been noticing it for a little while now, not just today.”
“As have I.” Lucifer seemed more serious than usual. “It is our duty as MC’s hosts to make sure that their time in the Devildom is satisfactory, and if they’re feeling down, it would be a good idea to know why.”
“Because we’re their hosts,” Mammon mocked. “Lucifer, we’re all worried about them, so ya can admit it too.”
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You had been feeling a little low in terms of yourself, and the brothers decide to remind you if your self worth.
Golden (g) (mammon&reader, hint of mammon/reader) (oneshot) (4k)
“MC. I know you want to do something for Mammon’s birthday.”
“How do you-”
“All-seeing time lord, remember?” His tone held a note of humor. “Anyway, I have a plan. There is a car in the parking lot of the school, that has swimming suits, a picnic, and everything you’d need for the beach.”
“Diavolo’s?”
“Yes. Now, as a responsible person, I shouldn’t be suggesting you skip school, but I also know Mammon is deeply upset, and the sooner you head out the better. You will know the car when you see it. It is by the back of the lot.” Barbatos gave you a small smile.
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When everyone forgets Mammon’s birthday you can’t let it slide. With the help of Barbatos, you take him to the beach for an afternoon that hopefully makes up for everyone else’s forgetfulness.
Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius? (one shot) (2.5k) (fem!reader)
anon ask: can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx
angry at all the things i can’t change (t) (mammon x/& gn!reader) (1.9k) • pt 2 (3k)
ask from @/dexpairs-blog: Hi! If that's ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they're asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they're treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved.
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Five times you give Mammon the love and care he deserves and one time you make sure the other brothers get what's coming to them.
the older brothers calling you clingy (3.6k) (t) • pt 2
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comforting the obey me boys pt 3
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pt 1 • pt 2
contains: satan, luke, barbatos + gn!reader
wc: .7k | rated g
again: fluff, minor hurt major comfort, soft love
a/n: as always, luke is purely platonic!! (hello, i am once again asking you to reblog 😽)
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➳ satan dislikes being vulnerable and often portrays his emotions as anger, even if that’s now what he’s feeling. you learn to see through it, recognizing the genuine hurt in his eyes, the way he falters when he tries to yell. you get him to go to the shelter with you, where you spend entire afternoons just looking at and playing with the cats there, and sometimes it’s a little amazing to see satan, avatar of wrath, sitting on the ground with cats absolutely crawling all over him. you tend to hang back, just letting him do his thing, but often, he looks back at you, a wide array of emotions showing themselves on his face. when it’s time to go, he thanks you, which you wave away, obviously, telling him you’re just doing what anyone who cared about him would do.
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➳ luke usually doesn’t like to be touched when he’s upset, and you respect that, letting him approach you physically on his terms. instead, you listen to him rant and cry and get angry, just being there with him. you let him get all of it out then make him tea or hot chocolate, something warm to calm him down, and you help him with the redness/swollenness of his eyes, handing him cool washcloths. often, you take him out, giving him a little break from the usual day-to-day places, and it usually ends with the two of you getting ice cream, your little secret. you take care not to come across as if you’re talking down to him or being dismissive of his problems, something he really appreciates.
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➳ barbatos is so used to taking care of everyone else all of the time that he doesn’t know how to respond when you comfort him. you find him in the kitchen at the demon lord’s castle, stress baking, and as soon as he sees you his instinct is to fuss over you, trying to figure up why you’re up. dismissing his care gently, you help him with the dessert he’s making, even if he insists he doesn't;t need it and that you should go back to bed. once it’s in the oven, you perch yourself on one of the counters, pulling him close to rub soothing circles on his back. you softly tell him about your day, your week, adding as many details as possible, because you know he likes to be distracted.
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the obey me boys comforting YOU pt 3
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pt 1 | pt 2
includes: levi, satan, luke, barbatos x/& gn!reader (as always, luke is purely platonic)
warnings: mentions of crying | tags: hurt/comfort, fluff
wc: .5k | rated g
a/n: ugh exam week starts next week so school's been taking up quite a bit of time, meaning i may not be as active as normal. still feel free to chat with me and send in reqs, though!
(gets on knees and begs for reblogs)
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➳ levi doesn’t really know how to approach you in person to see if you’re okay, so he does what he does best: goes online. he still won’t ask if you’re okay or what’s wrong directly, instead texting you quite a bit about everything and nothing, not minding if you don’t respond. he sends you co-gaming invites, show and movie recs, funny or cute videos, really, anything he think’s will make you feel better. you could be sitting in the same room as him looking down and instead of asking you if you’re alright, he’ll text you instead, trying to be subtle about his worry. you see right through him, of course, but are touched all the same.
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➳ satan wants to be the only one to comfort you so he stocks up on what you like, all too willing to be a listening ear. he presses you for details, never going too far, and carefully wraps you in his arms. he listens to your woes and if it was someone that upset you, you better bet he’ll be pissed off, ready to avenge you. if it’s something, he’ll get irrationally offended on your behalf, even if it doesn’t make my sense. though it’s not his intention, the sight of him all puffed up with anger for you makes you feel a little better, as you know you’ll always have someone in your corner.
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➳ luke is but a child, so he hasn’t quite mastered the art of comforting people, or sending the complex feelings they may be feeling. yet, he seems to be able to read you really well. he asks you if you’re alright, on the spot, and if you try to say you’re okay, he says he doesn’t believe you, leveling you with his best glare. it’s cuter than it is intimidating, but you play along, giving him an abridged explanation of your feelings or the situation, knowing you shouldn't put it all on a kid. he clenches his fists, ready to fight for your honor, even if he can’t physically fight negative feelings and keeps a close eye on you, making sure in his own way that you feel better, sometimes slipping you little notes with cute drawings and words of encouragement.
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➳ simeon has you come over to his, luke’s, and solomon’s house whenever he senses you’re feeling down. he gets you all comfortable and makes sure your guard is down before ambushing you. in a loving way, of course. he supplies you with cake and tea, making sure you know you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but he’s always there for you. he’s impossibly soft, impossibly kind, and if you do end up crying, offers up his bathroom for you to clean up, telling you to call for him if you need anything. he politely demands you stay the night, putting you to bed in his, and only sleeps in it if you’re in your right mind when you ask him to stay.
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