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bloomries · 10 months

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me? wha- never been jealous in my life—

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary : in which he experience some silly, childish jealousy!

warnings : gn! reader. feelings of jealousy/envy from character.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

You were just taking Lucifer's advice and getting a tutor, you didn't realize it would be such a big deal. Leaning in closer to the demon to better hear him, you suddenly felt a cool grip on your shoulder. Looking up you see Lucifer giving the poor student the death glare. "You're coming with me," His eyes shifted down to you, and you sigh, packing up your stuff.

When you two were out of the library, you pull away from the grip he had on your wrist. Arms crossed over your chest, you eye him up and down before shaking your head. "Are you okay?"

He stiffens at your words, a small scowl forming. You quirk a brow, before coming to a conclusion. "Oh, don't tell me... were you jealous?" Red eyes widen and wings spread out- but you're not impressed by his little intimidation technique.

"Me?" He guffaws, hand placed on his chest melodramatically. "ME? You think I'm jealous? Ha!" He scoffs, and you can only give an incredulous stare. He clears his throat at your lack of reaction. "I am not jealous. That is a ridiculous notion."

"Yeah, okay." You shake your head. "If you were jealous though, I wouldn't be upset. It's actually kind of funny," You snicker, and he glares at you.

"Well, it's a good think I'm not jealous." You just hum, walking alongside him now.

"Riiiight," You glance over at him, before grinning mischievously. "So, who will tutor me now, hm?" Lucifer looks down at you, before not-so-subtly suggesting himself as your tutor. After all, no one is better than him... Right?

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

"Mammon," You say, your hands cupping his cheek. He looks at you pitifully. If someone were to see his expression they'd surely believe something very serious and heartbreaking was going on. "Mammon, I'm yours."

"Say it again." He pouts, his hands resting over yours. Is he relishing in all your attention now that he's gained it back? Absolutely. Are you growing annoyed at his shamelessness? Absolutely.

"This is the fifteenth time." You sigh, and he just whines. You groan, rolling your eyes before looking him in his eyes again and saying your line with the utmost earnest. "I'm yours, Mammon."

"... Again?"

"Oh my- Mammon, it was a puppy!" Mammon huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and grumbling that it didn't matter what species it was, if you gave anything or anyone more attention than your first man it would be reasonable for him to react in such a way.

Sighing, you reposition yourself on to your knees, now towering over him a little. Cupping his cheeks once more, you pull him into a very passionate, loving kiss- one that, when you pull away, leaves him breathless and dazed.

"Uh... what was... going on?"

"Nothing," You say, pleased, and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

"Hey, Levi...?" He tenses at your voice, stiffly turning around in his gaming chair to face you. You hesitate to speak, "Uhm... Do you remember that figurine you bought me?" If he could turn into stone right now, he would. "Well, I accidentally lost it somehow? Have you seen it at all?"

Oh, that was it? Levi lets out a shaky, relieved exhale as he turns back around in his gaming chair. "No, I haven't." This is a lie though, Leviathan had managed to get jealous of the figurine that got to stay in your room, by your side, more often than he, so he may or may not have it in one of his drawers, ready to destroy and torture it.

You let out a whine as you drape yourself against the back of his gaming chair, your hands resting on his chest. "'m so sorry Levi, don't be mad, okay? I'll do my best to find it."

Despite the lump in his throat and guilt gnawing at his heart, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to it. "D- Don't worry about it, okay? I'm not upset!" You peak over the chair to see his expression better and- wow, you really can't see any signs of distress!

"Really? Well, okay, but I'll still look for it!" You cheer, turning his chair around and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "After all, it's an important gift from a very special person~"

Ah, Levi's heart can't handle it anymore- you're too precious, and you just claimed he was a very special person! He didn't need to be jealous of that dumb figurine— don't be surprised if you find the figurine on your shelf later!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

How did you manage to score better than him in his favorite subject? Satan stares at your paper, which held the higher grade, with the utmost annoyance. A small scowl was forming on his lips as he continued to burn holes into the paper. You furrow your brows, being able to read him easily.

"Uhm, 'tan?" Snapping out of his angered gaze, he looks up at you, and feels a little guilty. You worked hard, you deserve a good grade... Just not better than him. "Are you okay?"

"... Can I read your essay?" You nod, offering him the paper and he reads it over, nitpicking everything- of course he doesn't say it aloud, though can still practically see smoke coming out of his ears. You sigh, "Are you... Jealous?"

His eyes widen and he looks up at from your paper, scoffing in shock. "No, I-... I'm just very proud." His strained smile and sinister aura tell you otherwise. Gently, you take the paper from him and replace it with yourself. Sitting on his lap, you smile down at him.

"I can give you some tutoring lessons, if you'd like." You tease- a very dangerous thing to do considering. Instead of getting more pissed off though, he just stares up at you before chuckling. A reaction only you can pull off.

"Ah, is that so?" He asks, tilting his head. "Perhaps I need it." He glances at his paper, which holds the lower of the two grades. His grip tightens a bit. Well, if playful teasing didn't distract him it seems you'd need to find another way!

And kisses are truly such a wonderful distraction, are they not?

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

Asmodeus is used to others getting jealous of him, or of others being closed to him, but he's never been the one being jealous! It's a very interesting feeling, he'd concluded, as it's hard to breathe and his heart feels like it's getting punched.

Some random demon actually thinks they have a shot with you? It irks him. With a deadly smile, he slinks over to the both of you, before gasping dramatically as he falls against you. "Oh there you are! My beloved, my one and only, my light, my jewel~" He purrs, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, hey Asm-" He starts peppering kisses all over your face, and you indulge in them because when Asmodeus is around you truly have no one else on your brain.

Taking a peak, Asmo smirks when the other demon gets visibly uncomfortable and leaves, mumbling embarrassed apologies and curses.

Pulling away from you, you chase after him only to whine when he presses his pointer finger against your lips. He sends you a wink, "Don't worry, you'll receive plenty more later." You nod, taking his hand and smiling gently at him.

"Should we head to class then?"

"Mmhm~" Asmo smiles, proud of himself that you don't remember that nobody from earlier!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

Beelzebub feels ridiculous, he really shouldn't be jealous but when he sees the way his fellow teammates are staring at you in the stands, that ugly feeling bubbles up in his chest. You're waving at him, smiling so brightly it could blind him!

You then hold out your hand for the players to high five, as a 'good job' for all their hard work practicing for an upcoming game, and the players had lined up ready to receive said precious high five- but before anyone could move another inch, Beel was in front of you and had high fived your hand before taking hold of it, interlocking his fingers.

"Huh? Beel? Are you okay?" You ask, worried. His head is hung, mostly because he's trying to hide the blush that's painting his cheeks and ears. He's a little embarrassed for acting in such a manner. Cold to his teammates, and so quick to take action to make it known that you're with him.

"Yeah, I'm alright," He lifts his head, looking up at you with furrowed brows. "Uhm... Well..."

"Yeah?" You encourage, waiting patiently for him to sort out his feelings. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him, and he lets out a weak sigh.

"Keep... Keep your eyes only on me, okay?"

Now it's your turn to blush. A bit shocked by his sudden possessive words- although definitely not upset- you nod. "O- Okay! I will!" You squeeze his hand again before retracting it. "Good job practicing today, Beel!" Ruffling his hair, you can't help but admire that cute flustered expression he holds. Even when he's jealous, he's adorable!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

"It was a dreeeam!" You shake his shoulders, and he groans and grunts with each shake. He still refuses to speak, though, and avoids your eyes. He's being so pouty and whiny over nothing!

"Belphie, I swear," You drop him and he lands against his plush pillows. You fall on top of him and he grunts against, damn you. "You're always so mean to me, I didn't even do anything."

"Well in my dream you did." He sneers, holding his nose up high. At least he spoke to you! That's progress! You perk up and scoot closer to his face, giving him your best attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Belphie I would never, ever entertain someone else!" You assure, "So stop being pouty," You start peppering kiss all over his face. "If I could," You mumble against his skin, "I'd beat up dream me for flirting with someone else and then kiss dream you and reassure dream you."

Belphie's eyes widen and he scoffs. "Oh? So you want to kiss dream me and not real me?" You pull back. Is he... being serious right now? Was he even aware of how many kisses you just planted on his face? Also is he seriously jealous of 'dream him'?

You frown, collecting your thoughts quickly. "No! I mean, if dream you isn't real you, the no I wouldn't kiss dream you! I'm only going to kiss my Belphie!"

He stares at you for a second, before smiling. Ah, it seems you've reached the right answer! Rejoicing in getting Belphegor to not be a whiny demon anymore, you wrap your arms around him tightly and close your eyes. That was exhausting, time for a nap!

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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scorchingbread · 10 months

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Barbatos knows

Cw: afab!mc, pregnancy, mc x demon brothers (not all at once, just any one of them apply)

Imagine since Barbatos can see into the future he probably knows before anyone else that mc is pregnant with one of the demon brothers' kid. So he's stopping by the house of lamentation more keeping his eye on them. Also him fussing at the brothers when seeing mc work because "surely you're capable enough to clean this yourself, why make mc do it for you?" And everyone's just confused because normally he trusts mc more to do the work, even if it isn't an unfair statement.

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lovries · 1 year

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THE PERSON THAT I LIKE...

featuring. the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary. when someone asks who you like/who you have a crush on, you confidently say his name (whilst he's right beside you!?)

warnings. gn! reader, harassment (mammon, asmodeus).

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LUCIFER

You're not sure how you and Diavolo got to talking about crushes and love interests, but when he asked if you liked anybody, you broke out into a small smile. "Who I like?" You say, glancing over at Lucifer who's sipping his tea, minding his business (not), when you point to him and chuckle. "Well, I obviously like Lucifer."

Lucifer chokes on his tea, sputtering out apologies to Diavolo whilst also try to recover from his embarrassment. He honestly was no expecting that! Diavolo's just laughing merrily, patting his friends back whilst you smile sweetly at Lucifer.

"Did you hear that, Lucifer?" Diavolo asked. Really, you two are going to be the death of him! He manages to put up his façade once again, picking his tea cup up once again.

"I heard them perfectly well," Lucifer glances at you through the corner of his eye, enjoying the way you're basically glowing. Did you truly like him that much? So much that you just throw away all shame and proudly proclaim your love? If asked, would you yell it from the rooftops? Lucifer doesn't doubt you would.

"And?" Diavolo prompted him, whilst you remain quiet. You await Lucifer's answer. Of course Lucifer would love to also inform you of his feelings towards you, but he'd rather do it somewhere more private, and preferably in a more romantic setting.

"And, we'll talk about it later." His tone is anything but harsh, in fact it basically drips with affection, as he gives you a soft look. Diavolo grins, giving you a thumbs up. You chuckle, and allow the evening to continue on until your eventual meeting with Lucifer.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── MAMMON

You were just minding your own business, when a demon from RAD approached you whilst you and Mammon were out shopping. "C'mon, just go on a date with me! It's not like you like anyone else, right?" You scoff at the man, annoyed.

"Actually," You say pointedly, glaring at the man. "I like this guy!" You proudly present Mammon, who was just innocently eating some street food.

"Wha- Me?" Mammon stared at you in disbelief, some food falling from his mouth in his awe. You liked him? Like, actually? "R- Really? Ya really like me? Seriously? No joke?" By now, the other demon had gotten the message, pissed off as he walked away from you and Mammon. You laugh as he takes you by the shoulders.

"Yes, Mammon, I like you. I thought it was obvious?" He blinks rapidly, his brain shutting down at your confession. He's not thinking a single thought and yet thinking a million at the same time. You wait for him to process your words, deciding to use this chance to admire his face up close. What a handsome face~

"So... Ya like me. Like... Like-Like me?" He asked, slowly, thoroughly. He just had to make sure there were no mistakes, that he wasn't possibly about to jeopardize the best thing that's ever happened to him. You sigh, taking his hands off of your shoulders and holding them in yours.

"Mammon, I have a crush on you. I like you, in a romantic way." You clarify for him, and it finally seems to click all together in his mind, his face blooming with color as he sinks down to the ground, hiding his face from your view.

"O- Okay... Okay, yeah... Uhm, I l- like you too... Jus' so you know..."

"Yeah, I know." You hum happily, only adding to Mammon's bashfulness.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was currently loathing everything as he rests his head on his arms whilst sitting next to you during lunch. You were a rather popular individual at RAD, to his dismay, so you were chatting with some of your friends. The topic? Love, of course. Levi just wanted to run away, he couldn't bear to hear you talk about someone else.

"Who do I like?" You say, a little shocked the topic came around to you, since you thought you made it obvious in the past. Levi prepared for heartbreak, looking away from you with a small huff of breath. "I have a crush on Levi, how many times do I have to tell you guys?" You chuckle, your friends all 'ohh'ing as they remember.

Wait.

Wait, did you just say his name? Leviathan had never perked up so quickly before, whipping around to look at you incredulously. His mouth was agape, and he's sure his face is red and sweaty. You like him? Did you just say that? AND YOU HAD SAID IT IN THE PAST TOO? What was going on!?

"Levi? You okay?" You ask, tilting your head in confusion. You... He clutches at his chest, why was his heart beating so fast? He stands up abruptly, causing all eyes to turn on him. "L- Levi?"

"I need... I need some fresh air!" He squeaks out, rushing out of the cafeteria. Your watch him retreat, a fondness in your gaze. Your friends all ask if he's okay, wondering why he ran away.

"I'll go check on him." You say, waving bye. You might as well be there when he realizes what's going on and that you've returned his feelings for quite a while.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SATAN

You were chatting with someone on the phone, Satan sitting a few feet away from you. He tried not to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it— he was naturally curious about all things involving you. Besides, you were being loud, so was it really eavesdropping? He just happened to be able to hear you.

"Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah, I do." You chuckle, glancing over at Satan, who quickly averts his gaze. You like someone? Satan's even more intrigued now then he was before. He wonders who... Is it him? If it were anyone else... He can already feel the bubbling of rage in his chest, but he pushes it down. "Who?" You repeat the question from the unknown caller.

Satan unconsciously leans in. Yes, yes, hurry up and spill who you like. You sit down in the seat across from him, holding eye contact as you smile. "Ah, that would be Satan, of course." A pink hue takes over his cheeks and ears. "Mmhm, he's just incredibly smart, and clever, and he's always very kind to me— not to mention he's extremely handsome."

After that, the conversation topic seems to change, and you walk away with a wink. Satan can only sit there, impressed by your boldness. How long had you liked him? When did you get so brave? When would be an appropriate time to confess his own feelings? Who were you talking to?

When he stopped hearing your voice, your phone call over, he found you amongst a pile of books in his room. "So, you like me, hm?"

"My, my, wherever did you hear that?" You tease, picking up a book, but your eyes were on him. "Yeah, I like you. What are you going to do about it?"

"I have a few ideas..."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── ASMODEUS

When the person who was trying to hookup with Asmodeus realized they were failing, they turned to you with a pout. "What about you? You single? Wanna-"

"No. I like someone already." You say, putting your hand up to prevent the guy from getting any closer. His jaw dropped, and he tried to come back into your line of sight, whining like a child.

"Wha- Who? C'mon, tell me-" You groan, leaning into Asmo for protection as the guy continues bothering you for the name of the person you like. Whilst Asmo could barely stand the guy bothering you two, he couldn't wait to hear you say who you liked; of course he knew it was him, but he still wanted to hear you say it.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's Asmodeus~" You say, clutching on to the Avatar of Lust a bit tighter. You took so much pride in the fact you loved Asmo, that it still made his heart skip a beat, even though he had known since the moment you gained feelings for him.

"Asmodeus?" The guy groaned, "Damn it, forget this!" The guy finally walked away, annoyed, whilst you smiled up at Asmo.

"Did you enjoy hearing me say that?" You ask, knowing he knew. He hums, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

"Of course I did." Asmo confesses, "I love when you tell everyone how much you love me~" Nuzzling his face into yours, you feel your cheeks grow warm at the physical affection. "And don't forget, I love you too," He purrs into your ear, enjoying the way you grow sheepish for once.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BEELZEBUB

"So, spill it already! Who do you like, hm? I know you like someone~" Asmodeus said as he painted his nails. Meanwhile you were running your fingers through Beel's hair, Beel eating some snacks. It was just a chill evening, hanging out with several of the brothers.

"I like Beel." You say, not stopping your movements, and Beel doesn't stop his eithers. Asmo, however, along with Belphegor and Mammon, stop and stare at you and Beel, completely baffled.

One, when did you gain a crush on Beel? And two, why did Beelzebub seem the least shocked by this news? You can feel them burning holes into you, so you look up at them with a frown. "What? Wait, don't tell me you didn't know..." You look down at Beel, who looks up at you and shrugs.

"Didn't know what?" Mammon asked, basically falling over himself as he leans further in to the conversation, his curiosity eating away at him.

"Oh, me and Beel, we've been dating for a few months now." And now there is an uproar, they're asking a thousand questions at once, even Belphie seems to have grown an abundance of energy. Beelsebub did feel a little guilty not telling them explicitly, but he also was just so wrapped up in you and thought your actions were obvious that eventually everyone would catch on... Seems not.

"So... You like Beel? And you've been dating for months?"

"Yes, and yes~"

Well... Beel can't help but blush as you confidently agree, even though he already knows this, it's still nice to hear.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BELPHEGOR

In your defense, you did think Belphegor was sleeping. His head resting in your lap as you and Satan chat about a book you've been reading lately. There was supposed to be an 'Anti-Lucifer League' meeting but Belphie seemed too sleepy to really concentrate on the upcoming prank Satan planned.

"I agree, the romance in this book is quite unlike anything else I've read." Satan confirms, nodding his head. "Y'know, you seem to be on a romance kick lately, do you have someone you like, Y/n?" You look down at Belphie, who's eyes are closed and breathing even.

"Yeah, I kinda have a crush on Belphie, actually." You say, smiling up at Satan who grows amused at your words. Satan wasn't expecting that, but he welcomes it nonetheless. Satan also wasn't expecting Belphegor to be awake when you confessed your crush so bravely, although he was certainly playing it off as sleeping very well.

Meanwhile, Belphegor is freaking out on the inside. You liked him? Like... Seriously? He most definitely wasn't expecting that, as he knows he can be a bit of a brat, and hard to get along with, but... He can't help but smile, even though he's trying so hard to pretend to be asleep.

"Interesting. What do you like about him?" Satan asks, watching as Belphegor twitches slightly. He's obviously interested in knowing too.

"Hmm..." You pretend to think, before glancing down at Belphie. "Perhaps that's a secret for me to know~" Belphegor peeks an eye open to see you staring at him with a smug grin. "I was wondering when you'd open your eyes. You're not as smooth as you think you."

"Damn it..." He grumbles, closing his eyes again. "Whatever... Will you tell me later?" He mutters the last part, and you have to bite back a laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell you all about it later."

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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beelzebub-tiredtimes · 2 years

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Incorrect Obey Me #1

Mc at the dinner table; I told Lucifer his ears turn red when he lies

Mammon, confused cause they don’t; what why? What's the point of it?

Mc, amused; hey Lucifer do you love us?

Lucifer ‘discreetly’ hiding his ears; no. Not one bit

The others; . . .

Mc; lol amazing

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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When MC Drives For Them on a Road Trip

THE DEMON BROTHERS

1.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader

Content warnings: Mostly lots of fluff and family dynamics, minor cursing. Some suggestive content but nothing explicit.

A/N: I think they'd appreciate the novelty of MC driving them on a road trip in the human world. I think they'd find it attractive too.

LUCIFER

He offers to drive if you don't want to because his main priority is that you enjoy yourself.

If you insist on driving, he wants to sit in the passenger seat, and he'll play play rock-paper-scissors if that's what it takes.

If you need directions, he reads them off your phone for you instead of using the GPS.

He adjusts the trip so you drive along the scenic routes instead of the busy freeways—it's nicer for sight-seeing.

(And it's a convenient excuse to spend more time with you if you're the only ones in the car.)

He won't admit it, but he's concerned about the other terrible drivers out there so he'll choose whatever route avoids the busiest highways if he can.

He tells you that you can listen to whatever music you like, but he’s very happy if you choose to play something more suited to his tastes.

If you place your free hand across the gear shift, he'll lace his fingers with yours, even if his brothers in the back seat whine or tease him about it.

If you go on an evening drive together, there's a very good chance you'll end up making out after he drags you into his lap.

He likes to get you worked up, and then he smirks when you drive back faster than necessary.

MAMMON

He's willing to drive for you too, even though the others will complain about it.

They tell you that he's so reckless when he drives, but you've never seen anything like that in your experience.

(He drives slower and safer because you're in the car with him.)

He's also willing to play rock-paper-scissors for the front seat, and he’ll start offering bribes to whoever won if they’ll let him have their spot.

He turns the volume up if you want to listen to music in the car—he says it helps drown out the losers stuck in the back seat.

He usually puts on the playlist you made together so it's the perfect blend of both your favourite music.

If any of his brothers are in the car, he doesn't hesitate to offer you his hand across the gear shift.

If you're alone, he'll rest his hand on your thigh or he'll stretch his arm across the back of your seat.

He's too distracted chatting with you to offer to help with directions, so you'll need your GPS for that.

He won't complain about your driving at all—he might even encourage you to drive faster.

He will 100% will make out with you in the car, and if he's feeling particularly riled up, he might ask you to ride him in the front seat, or he'll fuck you against the hood.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't mind sitting in the back seat—the glare from the windshield can be annoying if he wants to play his handheld.

If he's not watching a livestream on his phone, he might request to listen to playlist of his favourite anime opening/ending songs.

(You already have it on your phone, sometimes you listen to it when you miss him.)

He thinks it's hot cool that you know how to drive, but he won't admit it.

He might joke that it's a good thing you're a better driver in the human world than you are playing Devil Kart.

If you pretend to be offended, he gets flustered and stutters when he tries to apologize.

Depending on how well he slept the night before your trip, he might doze off beside you even though he tries to stay awake.

He spends half the trip glancing at you nervously and wiping his clammy hands on his pant leg before he clears his throat dramatically and holds his hand palm-up over the gear shift.

He stares out the window and pretends he doesn't care what you do, but you can tell he's smiling when you take his hand in yours.

He's too anxious to initiate anything in the car, but he will fall to pieces if you suggest he gets in the back seat.

He turns beet-red when you tell him it'll be more comfortable to blow him or ride him back there, and he fumbles with his seatbelt in his haste to switch seats.

SATAN

He would prefer to sit in the front seat with you, but he won't throw too much of a fit if he can't.

The exception being: if Lucifer ends up sitting next to you, Satan will sit behind him and kick the back of his seat throughout the entire trip.

He feigns innocence when you glance at him over your shoulder, but you hear his quiet grumble about how Lucifer started it (even when he didn't).

It's so much worse if Lucifer, Satan and Belphie are in the car together.

Lucifer insists that their antics are too disruptive for you and it usually devolves into him warning them to behave or else.

All you have to do is threaten to withhold cuddles/napping together/kissing and they (mostly) behave themselves after that.

Satan prefers to keep the radio volume low because he'd rather talk to you than listen to music.

He brought a book with him, but more often than not it ends up ignored on his lap while you chat for most of the drive instead.

He'll reach for your hand if it's free, or he'll rest his hand on your thigh if it's not.

He's the one climbing into the back seat and trying to drag you back there with him as soon as you've parked the car somewhere partially secluded.

ASMODEUS

He likes sitting in the front seat where the sun is bright and warm, and he likes being able to stretch out and relax.

He buys you new sunglasses, even if you have your own.

They match the new ones he bought himself, and he likes to compliment how good they look on you.

(He gets annoyed if Mammon any of his brothers try to wear them, he bought them for you.)

He'll sing along with whatever music is playing.

He gets a little flustered when you compliment his singing, so don't be surprised if he scrolls through your playlist and croons out a sappy love ballad to get you worked up in retaliation.

If you're not listening to music, he scrolls through his social media feeds and updates you on the latest gossip.

He's also taking lots of pictures and videos of human world scenery and neat things he sees along the way.

He takes a lot of pictures of you, too.

He likes to hold your hand while you drive.

If he feels particularly affectionate, he tells you quietly how much he appreciates spending quality time with you like this.

He's not as fond of car quickies—a heated make out session to tease you is as far as he normally pushes things.

After a long drive, he's more interested in drawing a warm bath for both of you so you can relax properly after being cramped in the car all day.

Besides, he'd rather take his time when he shows his appreciation for you between soft sheets on a comfortable bed.

BEELZEBUB

You basically give him the passenger seat by default because you know he'd be too cramped in the back seat.

He feels bad if the others whine about it, and he'll offer to switch seats if that means they'll stop bothering you.

Of course, that's very nice of him to offer, but no, they can deal with it.

He feels bad chatting with you too much because he thinks it's distracting, but he's more talkative if you reassure him it's fine.

He packed a lot of snacks for the trip, but most of them are in the backseat or the trunk.

If he keeps them in the front seat, they won't last very long.

If you see a farmer's stand along a country road, you pull over so he can look at whatever's for sale.

You figure buying fresh fruit or home-baked goods is better than buying junk at a gas station, and Beel appreciates the snack variety.

He doesn't buy a lot of souvenirs on these types of trips because he spends a lot of money on buying food to share with you instead.

Trips with Beel take a bit longer because of food-related detours, but the others enjoy them too even if they don't want to admit it.

They like knowing you're well-fed and rested if you're driving, and they can trust Beel take care of you in that way.

If he's feeling frisky, Beel's more likely to press you against the hood or side of the car if he wants to kiss you (or more).

He still prefers to you to bed properly once you've both had a shower and a snack together.

BELPHEGOR

He won't put up much of a fight for the front seat since the back is more comfortable for napping.

If it's just the two of you, he sits up front with a neck pillow (that you bought him), and you keep the music volume low if he's napping.

He's interested in the new places you explore together, and he likes picking up little souvenirs from your travels.

You offer to stop if he sees an interesting tourist attraction so he can take photos (usually of you, and Beel if he's there too).

He forgets to bring sunglasses with him which means he usually asks to borrow yours.

Sometimes he gives them back, sometimes he doesn't.

He'll hold your hand while you drive, or he'll trace little shapes into the top of your thigh to tease you.

He might rile you up on purpose so that you're a squirmy, needy mess.

If you drive somewhere secluded and pull over, he lays across the back seat and pulls you on top of him.

Kissing him is slow and lazy and indulgent, but if you ask him nicely, he'll make sure you're sated before you have to drive again.

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treasureofmammon · 4 months

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Undeniable fate

Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff, although there's some swearing; mentions of anger, gambling addiction, and mocking. Not recommended for very young audiences. The events in this text happen during the first chapters of OG.

Summary: You can't fall asleep without him, so you visit his room, unknownly to the day (and revelation) he had.

Just a draft of nothing that I really liked...

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—Lucifer... Did ya put' em under my protection knowing this?—

—I just knew it would be as good for them as it would be for you, Mammon...—

You slid into Mammon's bedroom, unable to get to sleep. Insomnia hitting you with all its might. And how could you, knowing that Mammon hasn't returned? You sigh, trying not to let yourself drift away into the deep waters of worry, trying to convince yourself that Mammon's gig might have extended and that he's happily milking the extra hours off the company he's doing this shooting for.

However, not having Mammon accompany you tonight, as usual, is affecting your sleep. When did he become part of your night routine? Did you always fall asleep feeling his presence around you? Comforting you with his expensive scent? Taking you by the hand while you dooze off? Guiding you with his hoarse voice to the land of dreams as you two watch a movie, read manga, or simply talk for hours?

So quietly, you sneak into his room and slide in his bedsheets, cover yourself with his duvet, and hug his pillows that smell so much like him. You surprise yourself thinking about Mammon when you hold onto his pillow, hoping it was his torso and not just a piece of fabric and cotton, hoping it was his slim figure, his well-built abs, his nice pajama shirt, or much better, his bare dark skin that you were feeling with your own hands. Maybe it's time you accept your feelings once and for all.

His smell, impregnated in the whole room, finally has the comforting effect on you that you were desperately seeking for, and as such, you feel your pretty eyelids struggle not to shut down. But you give in, finally able to escape the tiredness of a typical day in the Devildom.

How long it passed since you closed your eyes and fell fast asleep is difficult to tell, so when Mammon finds you in his room, his heart races faster than ever, threatening to free itself from the imprisonment of his chest. Mammon feels his gut fill with what can only be described as butterflies. The giddiness taking over his body, but he endures it, not giving in. The mix of feelings: happiness, surprise, love, lust, and adoration for you; all of them at once.

Mammon also gets in his bed in that cute pajama shirt that you envision him in. Gently, he replaces his pillow in your arms with himself, seeking the warmth of your body, trying to ease his emotions, and finally rest. After all, you too offer him calm and rest with your mere presence.

Mammon thinks about how long you might have been waiting for him and feels the guilt of his actions. Truth be told, he didn't want to come back home after work, afraid of his conversation in the morning with one of the witches he owns to. The evil woman, as a way of torturing him, had revealed him a vision she had:

—So, how's the Avatar of Greed holding up? Let me give you a piece of advice Mammon: you better be aware that you are in love with that human you keep at home...— with a poisonous tone of voice, mocking the demon about his undeniable fate, his well hidden feelings that he, himself, had yet to addressed. She continued —So much for a mighty demon that looks down on humans, that you, oh Great Mammon's soul mate is a very weak and average one—, she laughed.

Mammon felt a huge wave wash him over. A million things flooded his mind. He left immediately, not a single piece of grim delivered to the woman. She could live without it anyway.

That night, right after he came home, money completely spent in a casino that he visited after his gig, Mammon faced Lucifer. It was rare, but when he did, he usually had a good reason. At those moments of clarity, Lucifer secretly reminded himself why Mammon was his right hand and his trusted brother, and he couldn't help but quietly hear his younger brother's rant, usually reasonable. Lucifer felt proud of Mammon at those rare opportunities that quickly washed away as he surely returned to his reckless self in a matter of seconds.

This time, though, Mammon had barged in his office, not knocking the door, tears forming in the corner of his eyes and fury building up in his stomach. Lucifer simply looked up, his eyes meet Mammon's, and he listens, knowing this is not something that will quickly fade away as per usual.

He listens, more than once rushing Mammon to explain himself again and again; until, finally, Mammon drops a hurtful question:

—Lucifer... Did ya put' em under my protection knowing this?—, Mammon's voice is shaky, his hands in fists stressing at his sides.

—I just knew it would be as good for them as it would be for you, Mammon...— Lucifer responded, tranquil. —How could I possibly know something like that?—.

Mammon leaves his brother's office and rushes to his room. And Lucifer sighs, trying to keep a facade of stoic toughness, when, in fact, his heart shatters, divided between his obvious crush for you, mourning his one-sided love, and also, bracing himself, slowly preparing to loose his favorite brother to a human, again. Meanwhile, Mammon meets a sleeping you in his bed, finally giving in to his feelings for you, clear as day once he sees your face.

—Yeah, I love them... Fuck...—.

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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Raphael + Hand Holding During Class

Pairing: Raphael x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, hand holding, teasing, passing love notes

A/N: If he held my hand once I wouldn't want him to let go.

Raphael doesn't like to be disturbed during class, he enjoys the silence

At the same time he knows you really like talking to him

Phones can't always work because they're distracting for the people around you

So he passes notes to you a lot

Which to him is way more romantic anyways

You don't need to ask him to sit next to you in class, he already chooses the seat next to you in every classroom

If someone wants to sit next to him he will politely shoo them away

Will initiate the hand-holding most of the time but will only hold your hand, it's up to you to interlock your fingers if you want

Knows you love how soft his hands are

Holds your hand for support when he sees that you're nervous about something

Being bored is common so he will place his hand on top of yours and write a question or word on your skin and then wait for you to reply to him

It's your even sneakier way of talking during class

Everyone stares at you when you yelp if he writes something slightly lewd and he will act like he didn't do anything, going about his day and taking notes like normal

As soon as the bell rings he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses it

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turtleybeachin · 1 year

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Be Mine (Because I'm Already Yours)

Pairings: Each Brother x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: G Word Count: 3.5k (total, split between 7 brothers) Tagging: Fluff!, valentines day, individual snippets of each brother's thoughts on Valentine's and on You.

Early on in your stay in the Devildom, there was a conversation with him to try to allay your inevitable 'culture shock' that involved sharing some holidays and traditions that were similar between worlds and peoples. The topic of Valentine's Day had come up, a day of showing love (and often with chocolate) to those important to you. Surely, he had said, you would be familiar with that tradition.

And you were, of course, but you had shrugged and twisted your expression into the best smile you could. It wasn't a holiday you really participated in, you replied. And surrounded by strangers in a world that mostly seemed to want you dead, you'd laughed and realized that it would be the same after all: another standard day where nothing special happened.

Months later, you've forgotten that conversation entirely. Life hadn't evolved quite the way you'd expected in the Devildom, but you're happy here now, surrounded by people you love and who love you dearly in return. You have a home here, and that's everything you could ask for.

You don't have to ask for more, though. That conversation wasn't entirely forgotten, and someone's been quietly working on a plan to surprise you.

LUCIFER:

The whole point of the day, as he understands it, is reasserting the importance of the people in your life. It's about taking the time and effort to show that you pay attention to their interests and preferences, and making them feel cherished. It's about being proud to call them 'yours' -- your friend, your sibling, your beloved -- and proud to be seen as theirs in return.

He is not one for making a scene, of course. He's not going to sweep you off your feet in a grand display just for a simple little yearly 'holiday'. But as the Avatar of Pride who is meticulous in his appearance and his schedule and his work, he knows that even the smallest deviations will be a screaming neon sign to those paying any attention at all. (And he knows they pay attention quite a bit.)

He is at your door in the morning, as put-together as ever, but with the addition a beautiful blue rose lapel flower that sparkles with gemstones lining each petal. It is delicate, and while it is hardly a loud and bold statement piece, on Lucifer it feels like one. He has a matching rose that he pins to your lapel in the same spot as his. He smiles at you in that soft way that makes you feel special and presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring a Happy Valentine's Day against your skin.

When he walks with you-- to breakfast, to campus, and even between each of your classes (as he somehow is always waiting outside the classroom door even if his class was on the opposite side of the school)-- his hand is smooth and cool in yours. His hand is bare in yours, his gloves for once missing, because he knows how much you treasure the simple intimacy of actually holding hands.

At lunch time, he collects you before you can grab anything at the cafeteria and loops your arm through his to escort you off-campus for a private meal. Usually he would be working through the afternoon break, trying to get ahead on paperwork or scheduling meetings during a time his brothers were least likely to cause trouble. But for today you were the priority, and when you ask if he'd be busier tomorrow for it, he waves your concern away with a smile. "Perhaps, but there will always be more work no matter what I do, and time spent with you is precious."

You feel eyes on you both throughout the day, and you catch him smirking every time the warm surge of pride and affection bursts through your chest. You assume he can feel it, his sin in you, and it makes you bite down on your grin in return. Everyone sees, and everyone knows: you are his, and he is yours. And he neither shies away nor denies it.

Not even when there's an article about it in the school paper the next day.

MAMMON:

The Great Mammon ain't afraid of making a scene or lookin' like an idiot. His brothers already call him one, and ain't nobody else dumb enough to say it in his presence, so why be worried about appearances? The way ya WIN Valentine's Day is by making a big show of it, by going over the top. Every other day is for the normal shit, but Valentine's Day is for going all out.

He's acting a little odd that morning (yes, odd even for him), insisting he's gotta get going early and he can't babysit ya for the morning walk so go with his brothers. You figure he's either launching a new scheme or trying to avoid being caught for a current one, and you barely think anything more of it.

The bell rings for your first class and you're sitting between Asmodeus and Belphegor when the door to the classroom BANGS open with enough force to even stir the Avatar of Sloth. In slides one white-haired demon, though he's nearly invisible behind the dozens of shiny heart-shaped balloons and armfuls of flowers he's cradling close. "Important Student Council Business!" he announces as the professor scowls at the interruption.

And Asmodeus is cackling and already has his D.D.D. up to take video while Belphegor grumbles something about being stuck with dinner duty with the idiot in detention, but Mammon is all confident swagger as he blindly but smoothly makes his way over to your desk.

"As yer first man, it's MY responsibility ta make sure ya have a PROPER Valentine's Day!" he announces, his usual bluster coming out full force as he drops all the flowers all over your desk in a beautiful cascade of scents and colors. The balloons, you now see, are tied around heart-shaped boxes of what are probably chocolates, and he looks around in brief uncertainty before lining them up on the sides of his brother's desks to create a wall around you blocking them from your sight. "Yer mine, got it?"

Before you can say anything back, a very familiar rumble of MAMMOOOOOOOONNNNN echoes through the hall, and your darling idiot is yelping and spinning to make a desperate escape. But before he does, he spins back, cheeks burning, and bobs down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. Then he's sprinting away, and you're laughing and your cheeks hurt from your smile and your own blush tingling them. You'll definitely never forget.

And while the class is abuzz and interrupted anyhow, you text the group chat to say how much it means to you to have your first man be so thoughtful and make you feel so loved. It may or may not help lessen his punishment, but if nothing else, you know he'll screenshot that message and never forget it, either.

LEVIATHAN:

He knows his brothers would do something public and flashy and cool and act like total normies, and as much as he loves you and wants to do normie things together because you make them fun, this is kind of a lot. Like there's normal normie activities, and then there's the Ultimate Normie Test of Valentine's Day.

But you had said once you didn't care for the day either, so that made him want to make it special for you. You deserved to feel special and loved and have a Big Normie Experience for the day. Well, maybe not too big and too normie. But he had a secret plan!

Since he spent a lot of time doing online learning, it meant he could do a lot of gaming during the time that you (and his brothers) were busy with classes. He'd gotten your account information for a game you were playing together a few months back, when there was a limited-time event and you were super busy with classwork. And now, he could log into your account and grind the quests you hated. Most things you'd do with him, but you refused to play one style of quests, insisting they were just infuriating and stupid and annoying. (You weren't wrong.) As you were at class, he spent hours every day grinding away to earn up the currency required for a cosmetic set you'd been eyeing for a a while.

That evening, he invites you over to his room to game together. He tries to make it special; he bought some fancy normie chocolates off Akuzon and he blackmailed Mammon into stealing a bottle of demonus from Lucifer's collection. He even changes into a t-shirt you two had bought together, knowing you have a matching one which is some Peak Normie Behavior. (He texts you to wear yours too, because otherwise he'd just feel dumb, and you laugh because you'd had the same idea already.)

When you both boot up the game, he clears his throat and peeks at you from beneath his fringe and suggests maybe you should check your cosmetics tab before you two queue up for anything. You're confused but smiling as you do as he asks, only to find the full set of gear you'd wanted in your collection. "You're sure that's the one you wanted, right? You can exchange it within twenty-four hours if--"

"It's perfect," you interrupt him. He'd been confused when you'd first bemoaned the unobtainable gear; most people wanted cool wings and fiery auras, but you'd wanted a set with a reptilian tail and cool icy blues. "Now we match." You look over at him with a tender smile. His avatar has four big wings, has a dark aura, is the coolest of the fiery demon warlord looks. But you like him best exactly as he is in reality.

Perhaps this normie stuff isn't so bad, after all.

SATAN:

Most of what he knows of romance and courtship he learned from books and films. After his initial confusion about what to do for a human for Valentine's day, Asmodeus had recommended some of his favorites for 'research'. (They involved a lot more sex scenes than he thought were necessary, but then, what else would one expect from the Avatar of Lust?) He came away with some basic understandings: flowers, chocolates, declarations of love, and an optional over-the-top display of affection catered to the recipient.

He selected some crystalline blooms that reminded him of your eye color, enchanted to keep eternally blossoming and bright. He paired them with some cute little chocolate truffles that had been made to look like round little kittens curled up to nap and wrapped in a paw-print box. He finished it with a handmade Valentine cut into the shape of a seated cat, decorated with cat stickers, and with a message of 'I Love You Meowy Much'. His cheeks are hot as he puts the finishing touches, feeling a tad absurd, but he hopes you'll love it.

Especially the over-the-top display he's been working on for weeks to get right. He's still not absolutely confident but he's hopeful.

On Valentine's Day, he presents you with his ready-made gifts and lifts your hand to his face to bestow a reverent kiss. He offers his arm for you to loop yours through and watches you as you walk to class together, quietly confirming if you like everything, hoping he doesn't sound as adrift as he feels. You do love it, you insist, and he gives you the blushing smile you know to be genuine. He invites you to join him after school at the Cat's Eye, and you agree.

You're happy enough just to spend the evening together, sipping tea and sharing the truffles and petting cats. But Satan seems restless, looking around like he's seeking a specific cat, and you nearly ask if he has another feline date you're interrupting when a fluffy white cat comes trotting over and weaves between your legs, mewling up at you. You don't notice his grin as you bend to pet your mouthy new friend and find a little note tied to a ribbon around its neck.

'YOU'. Before you could puzzle out what the meaning was behind the one word message, another cat came bounding over with another note, and another after that, until you were laughing helplessly with delight as four cats claimed you as their jungle gym and napping spot in short order. The notes all together spelled a message you could finally understand: 'ARE', 'MY', 'FUTURE'.

When you look up, Satan's face is red but his gaze is focused on you, no shying away from the moment. "I've been coming by daily and training them to come over to me on their own," he explains, and he looks down at the black cat in your lap when your soft look flusters him too much to keep speaking. "I think you must be the Avatar of Love," he says, and it's your turn to feel heat creeping along your neck and tingling your ears, "because you're the first and only person who has managed to numb my fury and replace it with something warmer, something hopeful. I can't imagine ever going back to the person I was before you were part of my life."

And it really says the most that he spends the evening touching your hand and watching you, even surrounded by cats.

ASMODEUS:

Sure sure, going out for a date and a spa day and dinner is nice, but that's the sort of nice thing that can happen any old day. And you deserve to be admired almost as much as he is for Valentine's Day!

Which isn't to say he doesn't hold your hand as he skips beside you to classes, swinging you arm back and forth in big arcs to make you laugh as you're forced to join him. Or that he doesn't give you kisses throughout the day on your cheeks and your nose and the back of your head and with lipstick imprints on notes he forces classmates to pass to you in classes you share. Or that he doesn't tell everyone who offers him a chocolate 'Oh thank you~ I'm watching my figure, but I bet my sweetie valentine would love those!' and gets all his fans to pass you the chocolates instead until you are forced to offload most of them to Beel because you literally can't carry that much. Or that he doesn't give you flowers whose meanings he knows and shares with you about how they represent love or beauty or passion or the purity of a perfect soul (or one he claims means "you have a butt ALMOST as cute as mine~" and you doubt that, but then again, it's just absurd enough to be real in the Devildom, so you don't dispute your Asmo's-Butt-Is-Best-But-Yours-Is-Close Flower and just accept the compliment).

But the real highlight of the day is the post he uploads to Devilgram, a photo collection of the two of you together. Pictures from when you first arrived and through the present day, pictures of you two going out on dates, pictures of you two having self-care sessions, pictures of you that you didn't even know he'd taken while you're watching a movie or doing homework or cooking a meal. They're all flattering, which you realize with some surprise. He always gets your best angles, because these are photos taken by someone who sees you as a work of art.

And beneath the photos he writes a long caption, telling all his lovely sweet followers about his darling human and how he loves them so much he sometimes worries they might take the top spot in his heart! He talks about how everything is more beautiful simply for your presence, how you make perfumes sweeter and foods richer and sheets silkier and laughter more melodic. How whenever you're with him, his selfies are even MORE beautiful than usual, like you bring out the very best in him without him noticing.

You don't even care about the millions of views, the millions of comments of people agreeing and admiring you. They don't matter. Because what overwhelms and charms you is not his magic but his love, when you realize that you are the first and only post on his devilgram that doesn't feature him.

BEELZEBUB:

Of all of them, the concept of a special day for romance and showing your love is most confusing to Beelzebub. Why wait for one special day a year to tell people how much you love and admire them? Why wait for one day a year to do nice things for family and friends? He's never needed a reminder or excuse to show his family how much they mean to him.

That's not to say he doesn't appreciate the excuse to go above and beyond! He's going to put on uncomfortable fancy clothes and make an appointment for fancy food at Ristorante Six with you, and he buys all the best most delicious most expensive chocolates to give to you, and he knows flowers are important so he buys some of those, and he's heard cards matter so he buys one of those and writes in it that his family is finally complete now that you're part of it and he presents everything to you with the pleased little smile that always makes your insides all melty.

You can tell he's unsure about the whole production, but you can also tell he's just excited to make you happy, and he does that very well.

He saw in a romance movie that Asmodeus was really obsessed with for a while that Big Public Declarations were good too, so he makes a point of waiting before he digs into his lunch that day at RAD. You're more important than lunch, he declares when his brothers look worried at his hesitation. And he stands and smiles at you and takes both your hands into his, and he tells you how he feels right there surrounded by his brothers and his classmates and his lunch.

"For the first time since our Fall, I feel full when you're around. Your smile is more dazzling than Celestial Light, and whenever I'm the cause of your smiles it feels even better than eating a cheeseburger. There will never be a day or a reason for me to love you any less, and every day my love for you grows even bigger. We all love you more and more, but I think we don't say it because we just assume you know. But you deserve to hear it said, too."

And then his stomach growls and his gaze darts from you to his tray of food and back, and he's giving you a very earnest look, and all you can do is squeeze his hands and laugh as you tug him over to sit down and eat.

BELPHEGOR:

He is not about the big scenes and the big fuss. It's not that he doesn't think you're worth it, it's just a lot of effort and honestly for what. You already love each other. It's not like you're both animals and this is some weird courtship ritual he has to win in order to secure your affections and a place as your mate.

But he gets it, that the whole point of the day is to put in the extra effort because you're worth it. So he grabs some of the leftover art supplies he can find in the attic and amuses himself making a glittery, lace-trimmed abomination of a valentine, and he writes a poem he hopes will make you grin in that cute way you do (Human roses are red, Human violets are blue, Human cuddles are perfect, For taking a snooze). And during the night, he slips outside to the garden to steal some safe-for-human flowers from Lucifer's carefully-tended gardens, knowing his brother can't yell about it when it's for you.

He hides everything in his favorite pillowcase in order to smuggle it with him unseen to RAD the next day, and he approaches you right as the morning assembly is due to start to present his bouquet and card. You do grin and laugh, just as he hoped, and he's smirking as he hears his brothers rumble and fuss about him causing a delay.

"You're obviously my Valentine, right?" he asks, and you beam and shrug and roll your eyes, your attempted disinterest as obvious as his denied infatuation. He leans in to press a kiss to your lips, lingering long enough to get Asmo to giggle and catcall you both, before he pulls back and grins. "Meet me in the planetarium after dinner tonight. And tomorrow, we'll go buy the half-priced chocolates together."

You can tell by Lucifer's glare that these flowers were his, and by Leviathan's glower that Belphegor clearly had other obligations for the next day he was now canceling with his plans for you. And you could only laugh to be his partner in minor crime, knowing that him Choosing You over choosing sleep and peace and quiet was the loudest declaration of love there was.

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xifhera · 1 year

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Music to my ears

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innerstrugglesworld · 1 year

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Mammon headcanon

🌻 He would secretly give MC accessories or another item without wrapping it first and put it inside their drawer or desk because he was too shy to give it to them. When MC asked about it, Mammon just said, "Maybe you bought it and forgot." "It's happened to me," but nope, Mammon bought it. He just wanted MC to think that those items were theirs and they just forgot about them.

🌻he kiss MC's eyes or cheek everytime they fall a sleep beside him

🌻When MC goes to town alone, he makes sure they are safe by commanding crows to spy on them.

🌻snuggle 22/7

🌻Always look at MC's hand, hoping they will hold him.

🌻 he likes to try new foods

🌻He loves adventure, especially if it includes treasure.

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onlinekitsune · 1 year

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dull glow

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn!reader, it is all just lighthearted fluff, no warnings/not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: on any regular day, imagining a day so angelic like this would be absurd. especially at the devildom, the furthest place from being angelic. however when you awake seeing a particular demon in your bed, the thought becomes a little more understandable.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: this was a short dabble from a friends prompt list!! i just wanted to post something i actually had done! i am experiencing a bit of writer’s block but i missed you all!! i hope you are doing well and enjoying nightbringers! it’s been helping my fixation on obey me return so I’m a bit happy about that

The light of your room wrapped its glow around his torso, almost giving him wings made from the candlelight. It was hard to believe that the body right beside you was a demon when he looked quite the opposite at this moment. You carefully shift your body. He looked too peaceful for you to wake him. You just wanted to bask in this, the closest thing you can get to a dawn being here. You never truly appreciated the brisk morning occupied by the sun’s gentle rays. They usually served as reminders of your sleeplessness and the stark dread of the beginning of the day. But now, it’s only met with the sleeping demon in your bed. His back extracted with every breath. Your fingers dance along his shoulder blades, tracing the outline of his muscles. He mumbles something you cannot comprehend, seemingly lost in a trance.

“It’s way too early to be awake, yanno” he muttered. His voice lingered on you like smoke. It was deeper than usual, catching you a little off guard. You didn’t expect it to happen to demons as well. You respond with a soft chuckle before resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“I didn’t know you were awake” you whispered, “Did I wake you?” The gentle feel of your breath on his back was enough to make him hitch his breath. He continued to mumble something incomprehensible into your blanket. “You know I can’t hear you, Mammon.”

He let out a soft groan, tossing around to face you. His sapphire eyes peeked out from his squint. “It’s so early, why are ya awake?” He whined. His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open.

“You woke me up. You’re taking up the whole bed.” You teased. You were partially lying, just to tease him. You didn’t know what really woke you. Maybe you were just destined to see how gentle he could look while sleeping. A smile crept on his face.

“You’re such a liar.” He smirked, slightly shaking his head. “If I took up the entire bed, you’d be here..”

Mammon gently nudged you to the very edge of your bed, mocking the motions of pushing you completely off.

“If you push me off, I will drag you with me!” You laughed, wrapping a hand around his forearm. Mammon smiled and rolled his eyes. He then pulled you more into the bed, completely wrapping you around his arms. You were a bit shorter than Mammon causing you to be engulfed in him. Your face planted perfectly against his chest. You couldn’t complain, he was hot. Both figuratively and literally. You melted beneath him, letting the warmth take over you. Along with it was a sudden hit of sleepiness. You fought hard to keep your eyes open, but ultimately lost. Just before drifting asleep you could hear a faint Mammon.

“I love you, ya know that right?”

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bloomries · 10 months

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eh? is there something on my face?

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : you catch them staring at your face.

warnings : gn! reader.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

It's not often something captures his attention, less hold said attention. Yet, staring at the happy expression- at your laughter and joy- he feels like he could watch you for an eternity and never get bored. Deep ruby eyes boring into the side of your face make your giggles subside though, as you turn to him in concern.

"Lucifer? You okay?" He blinks, torn out of his oh-so-lovely trance and straightening up. Clearing his throat, he fixes his tie and finally breaks his gaze away from you. You furrow your brows, looking down at the mixing bowl you were holding. Had you splashed some food on your face?

"Is there something on my face?" You quickly ask before Lucifer could find an excuse to your first question. Examining you once more, Lucifer sees nothing, yet he can't refrain himself from lying- don't be too worried, he simply wants to be closer to you.

Taking a step towards you, his thumb brushes against your cheek. "There, all gone." He says with a small smile, hesitating to remove his gloved hand. Why? Why did you have to absolutely captivate him mind, body, and soul?

"Lucifer?" Your hand touches his, and you pull away his hand to see nothing on his thumb. "Were you pranking me?" You whine, and Lucifer can only chuckle as he takes a step back.

"Mm, that's exactly it. I got you."

How could he possibly confess he simply needs to be close to you, as fish to the sea, as bees to the flowers, as- well, as a heart to it's beloved.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

Mammon had the pleasure of being able to curl into your side and sleep the night away, but sadly his mind was too active for him to really make any progress on the front so instead he opted to prop himself up on his elbow and watch you.

He would occasionally snicker at something you mumbled in your sleep or the little expressions you'd make in response to your wild dream. Mammon found it much more entertaining that being caught in his own thoughts.

Its peaceful, quiet. You're there, and it's all Mammon really needs.

Mammon honestly didn't realize he was staring. He was trying to etch every curve and plateau of your face into his memory for all eternity when he nearly shit himself as he met your sleepy gaze.

Recoiling backwards, he hit his head on the wall and groaned in pain, before awkwardly looking back at you. A tired chuckle escaped you, and you rolled on to your side, giving him a teasing smile.

"Hi creepy~" Mammon whines at the little nickname, but you just giggle and move to snug closer to him. "Don't worry, I don't mind if you're a lil creepy." You mumble into his chest, closing your eyes again.

"I'm not creepy," He pouts, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm just stupid in love," He whispered to himself, but in the dead of night it was loud and clear and made your chest all fuzzy and warm.

"I love you too~"

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

Leviathan is so happy you agreed to be his model- especially since he made the cosplay costume with you in mind, with your exact measurements and all! He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he snapped photo after photo. "You look so good!" He squeals quietly to himself, moving to get into another position when he pauses his gaze through the lens.

Ah. He just suddenly had a thought. His heart swells in his chest as he stares at you, his smile becoming a little more bashful. You were always so kind, so nice. You were even letting him dress you up in cosplay and take pictures! You always indulged in his hobbies and interest for him. He felt so lucky to have met you!

"Levi?" You blink innocently at him, no longer holding the pose you were doing as you walk over to him and bend down to meet his gaze properly. "You okay? You're staring pretty hard- Was the pose wrong?"

"Huh? O- Oh! Yeah, I'm- ha, I'm fine." He nods, ignoring his shaky hands. "You, you were fine too! But, uhm, maybe we s- should take a break?" Levi still can't find it in himself to tear his gaze away from you, perhaps it's his lovestruck heart?

"Sure! Should we get something eat? Wanna go somewhere or order in?" His eyes widen and he nearly drops his camera.

"Y- You'd go out in cosplay?" You look down at the costume and shrug, you didn't really care what people thought. You look up at him and smile.

"Of course! You worked so hard on it, the world deserves to see it." You giggle, deciding to praise him to see his cute blushy cheeks. He nearly chokes on air, sputtering out a response- this is perhaps the first time he's ever wanted to willingly go out in public!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

Satan regrets agreeing to Mammon's silly idea as he now sits in a cramped booth with a baseball cap and sunglasses on. Hiding his face behind a menu as he stares at you.

You had complained to him about the waitressing job before, especially a certain costumer who liked to come in just to flirt with you. In an aggravated state he mindlessly agreed to stalk you at work to catch a glimpse of this demon and maybe beat some sense into them. Although that thought has long since perished as his mind is now filled with how cute you look in your waitressing outfit, and how you chat easily with the older couple you're serving.

"Dude, quit starin', you're gonna get us caught!" Mammon hissed, but Satan ignored him. Even if he wanted to, he could take his eyes off you. He still can't believe he's dating you something! And besides, you seemed pretty busy, you probably wouldn't even notice-...

You're walking their way, arms crossed over your chest and a smug look written all over your face. Well, they've been caught.

"Hey handsome." You smile, "You were staring pretty hard- got something you want to order?" You ignore Mammon's sputtering excuses, focusing on Satan who's red in the face from embarrassment- and a tinge of lovesick awe.

Satan clears his throat, well he was caught staring and stalking you at work, probably not his best look. Still, he smiles up at you, "You wouldn't happen to be on the menu, would you?"

"Very cute." You say, your smile is practically dripping venom. "Not enough to keep me from teasing you later, but still cute." Satan can't help but to think it's still well worth it- he managed to get to stare at your face, after all.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

You were trying to study with Asmodeus, but you seemed to be the only one studying. Asmo sighs loudly again, capturing your attention and making you glance up at those gorgeous eyes. "What is it now?"

"I'm bored," He whines, taking your hand that rested on the desk. "Lets do something more fun, yeah?" You shake your head, removing your hand from his.

"I really need to study, but you can do something else if you like." You offer, and he grumbles under his breath that you're 'no fun' but ultimately ends up staying in his place. His inquisitive eyes studying your features.

Resting his head in his arms, he blows some hair out of his eyes to continue his fond staring. It took you twenty minutes to figure out he was staring at you, and when you did you couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks.

"What-... What are you staring at?" Asmo can only grin at your sudden bashfulness. He sits up properly, leaning in close to you with a flirty twinkle in his eyes.

"Your beautiful face." He hums, eyelids lowering a little as he now obviously stares at your lips. "How could I not admire something with beauty akin to mine, hm?" He tilts his head, wetting his lips.

"You," You pause, realizing what he was trying to do. You shake your head, "You really are a demon, huh? Trying to tempt me- well it's not going to work." Asmo pouts in a defiant manner.

"Fine, I'll just continue to stare at your lovely face then."

"Don't be so shameless, lover boy."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

Beelzebub really was trying to pay attention to the movie, but he had something much more interesting to look at. He felt a little guilty, especially since you claimed you wanted to see this movie since you seen the trailer for it, alas, Beel just couldn't help the way his eyes kept shifting back to you.

Your reactions were much more entertaining- every little giggle, gasp, and groan had him smiling fondly. It was when he had glanced over again to admire you that he met your eyes this time. You had a cheeky smirk and his heart leapt into his throat.

"I caught you," You whisper, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you not like the movie?" You ask, although you're simply teasing him. You had caught him staring earlier too but he didn't seem to notice then, so you'd tease him the next time he turned to stare a little more.

"The movie is fine." He whispers back, leaning in closer so you can better hear him- now it's your turn for your heart to do backflips. "I just like looking at you more," He continues, pulling back with an innocent smile. Does he truly have no idea what he's doing to your heart!?

"I- Is that so?" You clear your throat, shifting in your seat. Beel worries- did he make you uncomfortable? About to ask if you're okay, you speak up again and make his eyes widen a fraction. "I like looking at you too." You can't meet his eyes, but if you did you'd notice the blush that spread on his cheeks, and the cheery smile that formed.

Gently, Beelzebub took hold of your hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Should we go get something to eat after?" And naturally, you agree, because it meant you'd be able to see his face some more.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

Belphegor already regrets leaving his room in favor of sleeping on your lap in the common room. His head was laid in your lap, your fingers soothingly running through his messy, tangled locks, and this would be the most perfect conditions to take a nap it- except for that fact you were talking to some of his brothers!

His brows twitched in annoyance, and he finally shifted so his head was facing upwards instead of towards your stomach. He was boring holes into your chin, glaring at you. You should really only be paying attention to him anyways- even better, you two should just go to the attic and take a nice nap.

You continued to talk, not noticing his staring gaze that slowly softened into one of admiration. He irritated thoughts subsiding, instead preferring to think about how lovely you look today and how kind you are to play with his hair.

"I think someone is awake." He heard one of the nuisances say, and you finally look down to catch him staring at you. He blinks in shock- he didn't expect to be caught staring! Blushing, he turns back on to his side, closing his eyes.

"You were talking too loud." He grumbles, hoping you don't tease him for staring. And you don't, although you've got quite the smug glint in your eyes.

"Sorry, Belphie, we'll be more quiet." He huffs, and you quirk a brow. "Not good enough?"

"Can you just come back to the attic with me?" And whilst his brothers complained about him being too clingy and always taking up your time, you helped the big baby (Belphie) up and said your goodbyes- you were just thinking of taking a nap anyways!

And also this is the perfect opportunity to tease him-

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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scorchingbread · 10 months

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Barbatos Knows pt. 2

afab!mc x barbatos (fluff)

Cw: pregnancy

This was requested, hope this is good!

Barbatos realized that mc was pregnant since he was able to see into the future, and while excited he also didn't want to be the one to give them the news, figuring that was something mc would most likely want to discover naturally on their own. He would however break from his typical riggedness and take breaks to see mc more often, whether it be for tea or just to see them. Expect the same fussing where he would tell the demon brothers to give mc a break every once and a while, plus a mini panic if he saw them picking up something that's even slightly heavy. Barbatos would insist that he could move whatever it was instead.

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lovries · 1 year

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YOU HAVE A CUTE FACE (pt. 2)

featuring. the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon). (the brothers version)

summary. whilst staring at his face, you've come to the conclusion that he has a very cute face— and of course you have to let him know.

warning. gn! reader, these might be a little ooc but idk.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── DIAVOLO

Diavolo couldn't help but notice, a chuckle leaving his lips as he sets down his tea cup. He now matches your stare playfully, grinning when you bashfully look away. He laughs boisterously, "I win!" He declares, before settling down. "Now, would you like to tell me what's got you staring so hard?" He teases.

"You've got a cute face," You mumble out, and although he hears you, he can't help but tease you some more.

"What was that?" He cups his hand around his ear, making a show of leaning in to try and hear you better. You sigh, rolling your eyes. He's not sure what he's excepting, but you leaning in close to his ear, and whispering your answer to him was not it.

"I said, you've got a cute face." Your hot breath against his skin sends a shiver down his spine. He lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling away from you. He's surprised you made him blush so hard— close, intimate proximity was something he was a stranger too, yet it came so easily to you.

Seeing him blush fuels your own confidence, and you smirk, leaning against your palm. "What, don't tell me you didn't know?"

"Well, I don't think people often use 'cute' with me..." He trails off, calming his racing heart and getting his bearings back. "But I don't mind if its you." He finishes with a wink.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BARBATOS

Barbatos is observant, he knows that you're staring at him, but he doesn't say a word as he continues to whip together the ingredients. Your lovesick gaze isn't something new, when you think he's not looking, you often gaze at him like such, still this is the first time you voiced your opinion.

"Barbatos, you have a very cute face."

Barbatos is thankful for being able to quickly recover from anything, because if you had noticed the way his stirring had paused, or the way his knee's nearly gave out, he's sure he'd be done for. He remains cool, despite the mess in his mind.

He gives you a sly smile. "Me?" When you nod, confirming your words, he chuckles. You really are most amusing. "Thank you." He sets down the bowl, turning his back to you to grab some other ingredients (and to get a moment of reprieve from your passionate gaze).

"Your welcome," You hum, and finally break away from his figure, sneaking a taste of the creamy mixture. "Hey, Barbatos... You know you already added the egg, right?" You say, noticing him holding another egg from your peripherals.

"Ah, it seems you are right..." Whilst you chuckle at his little blunder unknowingly, he begins to grow concerned on just how much a flustered mess you could truly make him if you tried.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SIMEON

You were having a movie night with Simeon, wanting to show him some of your favorite human realm movies, but it was hard to focus when he just looked so radiant. You didn't mean to stare, but his laughter and smiles at the movie was making your stomach do flips. It wasn't long until he glanced over at you, and noticed you were staring.

"Is everything alright?" Perhaps it's some sort of angelic power, but you feel to the need to confess the truth of your reason for staring.

"You know, Simeon, you have a very cute face." After the words left your mouth, only then do you realize what you said. You try to act unphased though whilst secretly hoping for the earth to swallow you up whole.

The movie continues on in the background as Simeon gazes at you lovingly, a sheepish smile on his lips as he speaks, "You think so? I find your face very cute too," Simeon turns back to the screen, a content smile settled on his lips. "Shall we continue watching the movie?"

"Y- Yeah, yes, let's do that." However it was very hard to focus when his hand found yours under the covers, intertwining your fingers together.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SOLOMON

Solomon felt more like he was being threatened rather than admired, feeling your sharp gaze on the back of his head. He glanced around, trying to see which demon was trying to mark him as prey, when he found it was you that was staring at him. He raised a brow, before looking forward at the teacher. He pulled out his D.D.D. and sent you a text that read 'are you confused by the lesson?'

To which you reply, 'No.' and then shortly after, 'Your face is cute.'

You watch as Solomon checks your message before he has to stifle a laugh. He was the cute one? He glances back at you again, and you wave to him. He chuckles to himself, amused by you once again.

'It is, isn't it? Would you like to see it up close?' He sends yet another message, and when you check it, the bell rings. You don't reply, instead tucking your D.D.D. in your pocket. As you look up, however, there Solomon is, a smug smile on his lips.

"Well? Is it better up close?" He asks. You look over his face again, before frowning.

"Hmm... Maybe I was wrong?" Whilst anybody else would get huffy at your teasing jab, Solomon lets out another laugh, he always finds you so charming.

"You really don't hold back, do you?" You just hum, thinking that he really is cuter up close though.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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beelzebub-tiredtimes · 2 years

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Incorrect Obey Me #2

*The group is separated, trying to survive one night in the woods without each other*

Levi: Mammon probably running around screaming 'What's up' at plants.

Mammon yelling at a tree: Oh, what do you want? What?!

Levi: Beel at this point has to have stripped down and tried to become nature.

Beel, down to his boxers: Time to play a game of 'Can I eat you?' *looks at plant* Can I eat you?

Levi: And god, I just hope Mc is not dead.

Mc, in a tent: Yeah, this is pretty uncomfortable.

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Could you do Barbatos and a crybaby mc please?😊

BARBATOS x gn!Reader (platonic or developing feelings/pre-relationship) 1.3k words | SFW | Minor Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff A/N: I'm weak for soft!Barbatos, I can't help it. obey me m.list

Lavish parties at the Demon Lord’s castle require the utmost care and attention to detail. Barbatos might be exceedingly efficient, but he can’t possibly handle all tasks himself. Little Ds and other castle staff assist him so that trays of Demonus and hors d'oeuvres circle the room; guests never need to go far for refreshments.

With the mundane chores assigned to others, Barbatos focuses his energy on serving Lord Diavolo. He follows the young prince like a shadow, observing all the demons that approach him and make polite small talk. Barbatos pays even more attention to the hushed gossip of the other guests around them. Sometimes attendees with loose lips are foolish enough to think they can share secrets here; they don’t realize Barbatos is always listening.

Barbatos is at his master’s side when a conversation nearby draws his attention. It doesn’t take long to pinpoint where the suspicious whispering is coming from. One of tonight’s out-of-realm guests - a witch with a particularly nasty streak - is gossiping about you to her acquaintances. It’s not unusual for visitors in attendance at these events - demons, humans or even angels - to talk about you quietly. Your presence in the Devildom and the feats you’ve accomplished draw a lot of admiration.

For a smaller group of guests at these events, your achievements makes you a target for scorn and envy. They try to sully your accomplishments with back-handed compliments and barbed insults. The fools that choose to insult you in such a public gathering are usually smart enough to do so discreetly. They should know better than to bully you when they risk being overheard by those that adore you.

Barbatos fixes his gaze on the group of witches and demons not too far from him. The demons can lie and blame their behaviour on the Demonus in their glasses; the human witch has no excuse Barbatos will accept.

He can ignore the petty, jealous remarks she makes that he knows have no merit. However, the witch’s scathing criticisms of you become uncomfortably personal. She laughs about the way you style your hair, your choice of attire for the evening and how foolish you look trying to blend in amongst the Devildom elite like you belong here. She makes a tasteless joke about the special perks you must experience being in a pact with so many demons, and she cackles loudly enough to be heard over the crowd.

Not too far behind them, Barbatos sees you - your eyes water and he realizes you’ve heard her too. He frowns when he watches you back away from the witch and her friends, eyes shimmering as tears threaten to spill over your lashes and down your cheeks. You turn around and head towards the back of the room, disappearing through a doorway that leads to the gardens.

Barbatos spares a glance over his shoulder. Diavolo is speaking to a group of demons nearby, but their eyes meet. Years of working together allows them to communicate with the slightest gestures; Diavolo nods his permission for whatever it is Barbatos has asked; if the demon needs to step away, it must be for good reason.

Barbatos weaves through the crowds smoothly and heads towards the doors you fled through not too long ago. His jaw clenches when he hears the witch laughing again; he reminds himself that it would be rude to interrupt his young master’s party with bloodshed. His tail flicks anxiously behind him.

One of the little Ds floats by with a tray and makes a beeline for Barbatos. He declines the offered beverage, but he whispers something to the small demon before exiting to the gardens to find you.

It’s not difficult to figure out which part of the dark garden you’ve taken refuge in. Barbatos follows the sounds of your poorly-concealed sobs to a small marble bench surrounded by a beautiful assortment of Devildom roses. The ground around you is littered with used tissues and you whimper pitifully when your small package of tissues is emptied.

You don’t hear Barbatos approach, and it’s only when he sits on the bench next to you that you gasp unexpectedly at his presence. You’re overwhelmed with embarrassment - from the witch’s hurtful words and Barbatos finding you like this - and you look away in shame as more tears threaten to fall.

Barbatos places his hand on your tear-stained cheek and turns your face back towards his. He’s not smiling when he wipes away a stray tear. “Come here,” he murmurs when he reaches for you and you let yourself relax into his embrace. He rubs your back when you hide your face in his chest. He can feel your tears start to soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. He cradles you through another wave of sobs and he whispers words of comfort.

He waits until the crying subsides before he leans back enough so he can tilt your face up and look at you properly. He pulls out a handkerchief and dabs gently at your cheeks before he hands it to you should you need it again.

Your lips twitch into a small smile, and his eyes track the movement when your lips part and your tongue wets the dry, slightly chapped skin. When his gaze meets yours again, there’s something questioning in your expression, and he can see his reflection in your eyes when he moves closer to you—

A terrible, high pitched shriek coming from inside the castle surprises you, and you scramble away from him. “What was that?!” you ask in a panicked voice.

Barbatos smirks at the sound of ruckus in the distance. “The Little Ds are evicting an unruly guest. They’ll be leaving shortly.”

He pushes away the disappointment that the moment between you is over and he stands. He offers you his hand and pulls you to your feet. You link your arm with his and lean against him. As you walk towards the castle together, you hear the Little Ds giggling maniacally over the sound of dishware crashing on the ballroom floor.

“What exactly are they doing in there?” you ask Barbatos questioningly.

Before he can answer, the soft splat of cake against the glass doors makes Barbatos sigh. “It looks like they’ve started another food fight. Again.”

He suggested that one of the Little Ds spill a tray of drinks onto the awful witch that would hopefully expedite her departure. He’s not sure what the witch said or did in retaliation that caused the Little Ds to start a brawl. He can see dishes and food flying from within the castle doors. The party has come to an abrupt end, and he hears his young master bidding the guests farewell with barely-concealed amusement.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo is thrilled by these developments, but he’s never had to scrape buttercream from gold filigree before—“ Barbatos starts to complain, but he looks over when he hears you make a muffled noise. You’re stifling laughter behind your hand, your eyes bright and teary for a happier reason now. The annoyance he felt starts to fade, and he can’t help but smile too.

Barbatos reaches for his D.D.D. when it pings in his pocket. He stops walking to check his messages, but he motions for you to continue without him.

Diavolo: Number 5 and Number 6 had to drag the witch out of the castle. Everyone else left quietly. Diavolo: Your little stunt worked - too well, perhaps. You should see the state of the chandelier. Diavolo: I hope the clean-up is worth it.

Barbatos glances at the door where Number 2 has floated outside to see you. He’s telling you about his noble deeds as he mimics the action of throwing something. The little demon has smears of food on him, and you use Barbatos’s handkerchief to wipe away some of the mess. Barbatos feels warmth spread through him when your eyes meet and your smile is so bright it leaves him breathless.

Barbatos: Indeed it is.

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